A poem full of hope and thanksA poem full of hope and thanks.A poem full of hope and thanks3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Though with a depressed state of mind
And lack of enthusiasm
I do have much to be thankful for
Though none is thankful for me.
And even though I am not appreciated for what I am.
I look forward to being appreciated for what I will become.
I'm thankful for the persistence I've created for myself to push on in this
Hard time I've stumbled into.
I'm thankful for the hope in my heart that everything will get better.
I'm thankful to know that someday I will be truly loved.
The magic in me shines bright with hope and endurance.
And that's what helps me push on
And I am very thankful for that.
The strength in my heart.
Fat GirlI am the girl with the pretty faceFat Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who 'could be so beautiful'
I had to develop a personality
Had to become funny and likeable
Had to perfect the art of the one-minute introduction
And I am not lovely
I am personable
I am not the ingénue
I am the character actress
I will say "yes."
That is what separates us from the pack.
We will say "yes."
And we will make jokes at our own expense
We will learn to laugh when someone pokes our belly
We will flirt without fear
Because we've already been shot down so many times
That what is one more rejection?
We will live life like others cannot
Full of reckless abandon
And joy and fun and laughter
Because the quickest way to learn to not give a fuck
Is to be one of us
For we have been so downtrodden
We have been so shamed
That we've grown callouses on our BMIs
And if you call me fat,
I will laugh and say, "Obviously."
Darling, if you wear your pain like armor
No one can use it to hurt you
And in the end, we will all be the same
And we will all fee
If Only You KnewI like you, but what can I do?If Only You Knew5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You want her, though she isn't true.
I could be the greatest,
But sadly, this is no contest.
I understand, I hope you know,
It is something I try to show.
So you see and wouldn't fear,
When she decides to come near.
I can wait, this is certain.
And I don't wish to be a burden.
I don't think you can really see,
Just how much I'd like you with me.
Probably not best I'm writing this.
Because stating my feelings could go amiss.
Above all I wish for your friendship,
Even above a fruitful relationship.
If only you knew.
Lake WindermereWe are sometime tourists,Lake Windermere8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in open topped buses
tie-dyed amongst Mercedes.
smelling of campfire smoke,
our pockets filled with menthol cigarettes,
and skipping stones.
We find ourselves
basking in the glow of laughter
under the dripdrip
of cave music.
Beers and sticky chocolate bars
fill our tattered canvas bags,
alongside leather flip flops,
discarded for bare footed expeditions
and daisy chains.
HomeIn my head each moment from my past dies over and over again and I dream of everythingHome6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I reach home and the smell makes its way back to me
Kentucky coils up inside of my brain like coconut shavings
Burps of sadness
In the dew of the incurable day
Its hard to re-piece the things
Shaken from the nightmare of time
Visions leading to new visions
Always trailing away from
There is no way to cure
The disease of desire
We who are not starving
Are eating our own hunger
In search of new soil
Desperate to create new life
I have found my skin
Pulled up my skirt in the wind
Gave into the moon
I sat at the mouth
Of this great bird
As it cried and whined and screeched
And I prayed
And let go of the world
Heard tunnels of flame
In your dreams
Burning their way across the bed
tell me when your heart stopswe are laying in cradles of heart stopping emotions, running through our hair on a sunday morning, and after confession and around mytell me when your heart stops6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rose colored rosaries. i want you to know that when you leave, i will be watching from our curtained bed room window and i line up plants under my feet because if i am going to cry the water might as well be
put to good use. tell me when you stop thinking, or stop breathing. tell me
when you hear silence so keen in the air you run back to me and realize,
i am gone. i never existed. tell me
when you loved me.
so that i can forget.
TimeTime5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Click. Click. Click.
Her heels made the same noise over and over again as she ran down the elongated hallway. Would she reach them in time?
Her rust colored hair flew in front of her face as she quickly turned right and left. Her hair got stuck in her lip gloss but that was the least of her worries. She turned her head slightly, past the pale pink walls and beyond the window she looked. In the depth of the gold from the setting sun, she saw Aaron.
Would she reach them in time?
drowning mermaidsa body of water lays crumpled on the side of the road,drowning mermaids6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the ambulance lights gyrate and the shrieks of the seabirds
are drowned out by the wailing siren, saaave meee, saaave meee.
the cops mill around, doodling stick figures and question marks on their pads,
and no one really knows anything about the bodies unaccounted for.
if it looks like a fish, smells like a fish,
it's probably a dead girl wrapped in plastic bags,
that's what the police men are laughing about over coffee at denny's that night.
she looked beautiful, like a mermaid, one of the rookies muttered,
a thin boy with downcast eyes staring into the depths of his mug.
his skin was gray, his eyes were gray, his shirt was gray,
he was all gray and empty and totally alone with his collegues.
hey, boy, cheer up. you find a lot of stiffs doing this job.
one of them says, thumping him on the back. we're all gonna die, eventually.
the boy only continues to stare into his drink.
later, at night, the gray bo
White HeatWhite lightsWhite Heat7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
In the hospital.
I feel so sick
While I lay in the dark
You stripped the walls
Taking away all evidence of me.
Like threads slowly coming undone
For a few hours
I was gone.
While I trembled
You unraveled the pieces of my life.
You buried words and poetry
Broke the strands of atmosphere
And erased my memory.
While my soul crept into quiet death
You let my fingerprints drip away
The wall was white and empty
As you lay me down in boxes;
A quiet burial in cardboard decay.
Just like in the hospital
You sterilized the walls
From illness and unhappy mind
Stroked underneath the bruises
And papered me away.
When I returned
Desperate for security
For something to hold
To my chest
To keep me from
Out of reality;
I found myself
In an empty white room
With every piece of me
And every word
Brony dictionary version 2Chapter 1: brony EnglishBrony dictionary version 25 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 2: fan terms
Chapter 3: shipping related terms
Chapter 4: general equestrian terms in reality (may not hold true in the show)
Chapter 5: general equestrian terms in the show
Chapter 6: pony abilities and tricks
Chapter 7: meme
Chapter 8: G1 to G3.5
Chapter 1: Brony English
1. Anypony = anyone
2. blank flank = a young pony without a cutie mark
3. cowpony = cowboy, cowgirl
4. Everypony = Everyone
5. featherbrain = a term for a pony that is forgetful
6. Fillies and gentlecolts = Ladies and gentlemen
7. Hay yeah! =Hell yeah!
8. Hayseed = 1. It's an expletive Trixie used when she talked to Applejack. 2. Hayseed is also the name of a pony.
9. hoof-biting = nail-biting
10. hoofmade = handmade
11. hoof-picked = hand-picked
12. hoof-shaking = hand-shaking
13. hoof-wrestling = arm wrestling
14. hooved-stitched = hand-stitched
15. Hooves = hands or feet
16. Horseapples = expletive
17. It's time to pony up = it's time to man up
the edge.i'm afraid to write of love because i fear that if i do, i will only stumble into the sky and fall with the stars, and you'll never stay to wait out the crawling-spider nights again. i'm afraid to write of love because i cannot let myself love. (but i think it's too late for that resolution.)the edge.6 years ago in Emotional More Like This
and i've broken so many promises along the way that i don't know how much i have left to go on. so i'll weave together the lies, half-truths, and pure honesty, and hope that in time, not even i will know the difference. no one bothers to ask for the truth, anyway. (and neither do you.)
and maybe you'll believe me when i tell you that i'm only a work of fiction, the pieces of an amateur's less-than-perfect work of art and the bones of a carcass long-extinct, molded together into some kind of monster. and maybe i'll believe me, too. but i know that in drawing nearer, you're slipping away, because i am not real and you are too threaded to this world to even care.
so now i am watching from beneath the
words i will always tell youthey say beauty is pain,words i will always tell you6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so why aren't you
don't call me a loverthese thin painteddon't call me a lover6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
walls seperate us
and i trace the audible sounds
with my ear against the rough
space i require
by then the
is wiped clean
and the wall
she is no longer
they don't have words for thisi.they don't have words for this5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes i can't breathe because i realize
how many choices i make in a day and i become
terrified that i will never again make the right
series of decisions to make me feel whole again
once upon a time i knew who i was but lately
it feels as if i'm getting lost; i've moved to new
streets and fallen asleep to a new smell but
nothing is setting my crooked pulse right
when no one's home i fight the urge to crawl
into bed and close my eyes and relive the moments
i want back the most; i tell myself that when i
open them my life won't be just in my dreams
and i'm starting to think that maybe i took too
many chances and fell too many times in my life
but if someone knows the secret to living without
a tumble then they know the secret to not living at all
maybe i could fix this if i slowed my breathing and
let someone into me to tidy up and make me whole;
maybe i could fix this but this heartandsoulache is
the closest they've been to feeling in a long time
stuck in transit.Time bends and snaps the spine of reality between its hands.stuck in transit.6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Desires bleed like the ink you've left smudged and faded on my hips. The room is empty without your breath to swell the walls; my bed is cold without the warmth filtering through your pores. The clock is manipulated and broken, the ticks becoming distorted screams, the silences becoming gasping moans. Sleep flutters behind eyelids and drags at the exhausted mind until I am writhing under the sheets that smell like you, nails biting my scalp, body contorted against the pressure you kept at bay.
My memory sinks and anchors on the same parts:
The honey of your tongue and the heat of your sleepy lips against the back of my neck. Your palms following the nerves radiating under my skin until they quieted and fled. Soapy shoulders and sticky, peanut butter kisses. Murmured Whitman as we sprawled on bench swings and echoed songs as we shot down back roads isolated in sound.
Memories drag me down and pull me up, wring me dr
needy.she told you that when she died,needy.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she wanted her ashes thrown out over the atlantic.
you shut your eyes tight, refusing to think of the inevitable,
and traced your dry fingers over her collarbone.
(bone against bone sounds beautiful sometimes,
just as friction feels like flying, not falling.)
you twirled her hair on spindle fingers and broken hearts.
she was golden on the surface, beautiful and shining in
bokeh lights, body engulfed in the cities glow.
she would selfishly wish that she was golden on the inside too, that she could
shine and sparkle and not get lost in amber bottles and die on rain-splattered sidewalks.
not once did she think that maybe you were more
broken than she was.
apparently, she was always the one who needed the helping,
and you were always the one to bow down on one knee and give her
butterfly kisses and tender smiles.
but by the end of the month, your knees were skinned and bloody,
and by the end of the year, you were wishing that your legs would
dear humpty dumpty, i win.i'm stuck,dear humpty dumpty, i win.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i never wanted it to be this way,
dirty rotten confiscations are filling my core,
i am losing myself,
within my own bones,
my frame is a tunnel,
a maze of fucked over everythings,
holding up simultaneous nothings,
what if east isn't east?
what if west isn't west?
don't even get me started on
north and south,
those mother fucking directions,
are stretching me at the limbs,
a golden gate bridge of sorts,
i have a feeling it is only a few more days,
until the apocalypse of my arteries,
before i snap,
my body becomes its own
there will no longer be a pangaea named,
heartbeats like thunder.If you understand lonelinessheartbeats like thunder.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you remember the night you could have crawled
into his chest, made a bed for yourself like an animal
beside his heart. You remember the heat of the word inside,
and the sudden unfairness that he could be inside of you
when you were the one who needed to be that close,
when you were the one who needed that relief.
If you understand hunger
you remember the way you touched his body carefully, this home
you built for yourself with unsteady hands, counted
the spaces between his ribs, pressed your cheek
against them, listened for his breathing like a storm
outside your window. You remember the fierce violence
of your want, the impossibility.
If you understand need
you remember the night you thought you'd die
words that don't connecti am writing apologies on napkinswords that don't connect7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and love letters on park benches.
(i am defacing public property
and all of the clean surfaces of my heart)
my fingers are cold (like ice, like yours,
like saturday nights) in my pockets
and my palms are itchy and empty
with sweat, or nostalgia.
and this is not a poem
and this is not a letter
and this is not a story
and this is not enough.
septemberseptember was never a happy month for herseptember7 years ago in Other More Like This
because sometimes she got the feeling she was an apple
and they fell down. rain drops
scattered around her collar bone so that for a moment
she'd feel like someone was there
and she'd smile. it takes
forty-three muscles to frown but only
seventeen to smile. sometimes she thought
she needed the excercise.
she had been sitting there for a day, not moving
except for a sudden flinch every one hour and thirty-six minutes
when she'd scrape her knuckles in the gravel pit until
they would bleed over the bruises
she had gotten.
but, then again, october was never even a month.
How to say it...Como decirloHow to say it...Como decirlo6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Una y otra y otra vez
Vuelvo, sin remedio, a tropezar
Una y otra y otra vez
Vuelvo, sin remedio, a desplomar
¿Cómo decirlo? ¿Qué hacer?
Si lo único que hago es hablar
Si lo único que hago es fastidiar
A quienes no deseo perder
¿Cómo decirlo? ¿Qué hacer?
Si sé que lo hago mal
Si sé que debo callar
Para no herir, no caer
¿Cómo decirlo? ¿Qué hacer?
Para demostrar realmente
Que no quiero perderte.
¿Cómo decirlo? ¿Qué hacer?
Eres la única que me perdonó
Que, a pesar de todo, siempre
Estuvo a mi lado, sin razón.
Perdón, perdón, mil veces
Por ser mi amiga de corazón
Por no olvidarte
Por siempre perdonarme
Perdón, perdón mil veces
4 de Marzo del 2010
I wish you were Music - 5 of 5I wish you were here,I wish you were Music - 5 of 58 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish you were music,
The blessing of calling you my own
And though all the critics said it would never happen for me,
That altos and sopranos belong to theaters and dreams,
And the music of your ballad would remain an epic figment,
But to their surprise our concert was heavenly melody,
Featuring all celestial choirs; audience of bards, poets and cupids
MelancholiaI wish forMelancholia6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a day that I
was not pained
by your memory,
a day when I
did not feel
was upon me.
I search for
yet it seems
a feeble attempt
at erasing that
which will never
vanish from the
depths of my mind.
and I can
You deny my
hand and I have
found a way to
reach my end
June 21st, 2010