a love story you don't want.january: she wasnt ready to be serious with him so she left at exactly twelve oh one on new years day with a few words. he kept saying that this was going to be their year and she just said: piss off.
february: the words still stuck in his head even as he pretended to forgive her and took her back. he feared another painful goodbye.
march: she was never good with saying what she truely meant and he never looked deep into words so when she said "i don't love you." he took it as "i don't love you." and not as "i don't know how to love anyone." which was what she wanted to say.
april: the snow had melted away and they were hanging on by last strings. every day was a question of whether today would be the last.
may: she fell apart when her hamster died and he was there through the whole thing.
june: the death of her hamster silenced her but she visited with him more. she never wanted to be alone.
july: as they watched fire works together on fourth of july, he kept looking over at her wonde
for lack of a simile --every saturday,for lack of a simile --6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i scribble away at words
that have prettyyellowcolours, but mean nothing.
because if i told you what was true about the both of us, it would be:
we had something special,
but now it's gone.
because i don't have any clever similes about
magic and love and how fire falls into ash.
there's just me, and the page, and the stories
i tell you about how we are fire, we are the ocean
and we are the shore.
i want to be a real poet.i want you to know thati want to be a real poet.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you sound like the color yellow.
like sleeping hands or a
violin solo in a symphony
or cold bed sheets in the summer.
i want you to know that
i would remain for eternity if
it meant you would be there,
by my side. i could be your lover -
today, and every day.
i want you to know that
my every molecule screams out
to you. my spine is fractured and
my lungs are collapsing under the
pressure and i'm not sure
how much longer i can take this
but i guess a few more hours
let go, little bird--hope is the tired little bird at the bottom of your heart, the one whose tiny wings are broken and bleeding, the one that won't stop flapping uselessly at the sky, like it's going to take off, take off dammit, even when it's fading by the second and dying in a heap of feathers, and it breaks your heart to see the optimistic flame still sparkling in such innocent eyes.let go, little bird--5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm writing this to tell you that i don't know what i need. i'm writing this because i can't pull any fancy metaphors from the back of my throat to save my pride this time. i'm writing this to see the look on your face when you wake up and wonder why i keep running away.
hope is the thing with feathers, my broken baby bird. hope is the trust in those newborn eyes that makes you burst out sobbing although you never know why. it's the razor-sharp edge between happiness and pain, the line you try to fly on crippled wings, my little bird, just to save someone stronger from having to walk it for themselves.
coeur.you see, people are all the same. bones and hearts and brains and yet they're all different.coeur.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i thought i was lucky to meet him. i thought hell, he's the one. but what did i know? nothing. maybe i was wishing for a fairy tale ending, and a whole fairy tale begining to go along with it. that's what i felt like. all the princesses and all the other fairy tale girls always have those shitty lifes, and i could of told each and every one of them 'i feel ya, sis.' and they would just go along talking to their animals or riding in their pumpkins. some people believe in fate. i did. after i met him and i was walking with him late nights into early mornings, going where ever we would go i would think to myself "hell, i sure am lucky. i was in the right place right time."
it didn't take me long to realize how untrue that was. yes, i was in the right place right time. to do what you might ask? to get hurt. i was just another of his false fairytales. he was good at breaking hearts
cutting.my body was the canvas for what my heart had to say.cutting.6 years ago in Emotional More Like This
you lied the night you kissed me.there is a thick exhaustion in the pit of my stomach, spreading to my shouldersyou lied the night you kissed me.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
till they hang and to my knees until they buckle. and I will sleep for days on end,
and when I wake up I didn't really.
I hate you dear, I hate you so.
because there is so much to do, I could travel to the other side of the country and
paint a portrait of a stranger and I could sit on top of someone's roof and look at the
stars with a boy I don't want to know and I could fall asleep in his bed and listen to
him playing guitar without clothes and he'd take me out for diner and anywhere I'd
want to go and we'd have sex in his car and on the trampoline in my back yard and
we'd eat at my grandparents with Christmas and it would never be enough because
he's everything you weren't.
I think I lost myself, I think I fell out that time you ran away holding onto me and my
skin tore. I looked for her in that empty hole in your chest cavity, but all I found was
lost so long ago, and you wouldn't show me where it went b
the oracle card in my pocketthe man i love is anthe oracle card in my pocket5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
old soul with a stunning mouth and
he gathers up pieces of me into
his hands and carries me to bed.
confessions of a misguided poetcertain things in my mindconfessions of a misguided poet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
would be better left unsaid,
i. how I stared at a bottle of pills
for an hour as if they would slide down
my throat on their own.
ii. when I stepped out of the shower
with bloody knees and didn't bother
to put a band aid over them.
iii. why I can't keep a smile long
enough for someone to take
iv. who I wanted to be when I was
a little girl and who I am
right here and now.
v. where I tried to jump off a
bridge and landed in water
deep enough for me to swim in.
vi. what I wanted to scream at
you that day but I just stayed
silent and hoped you would forget.
no more pretty words and
today; just life,
the truth, and everything
that I never want to tell
dreams catch in the lungsby the window she sat with cold umbrella bones, laying there just staring at the wooden ceiling. she thought each breath was dying to escape [clogging her littlepores in glassy skin] as they struggled to come slipping out of her mouth. it was like spirits and ghosts in all those books of witches and warlocks, when they came back to the world through the mouth of another.dreams catch in the lungs5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
dangling from the crossbeam was a blue beaded dreamcatcher, but she knew it caught hearts and souls in its web and never let them free
[right then she was just so soulless . heartless (like she couldn't feel the breeze or the warm summer leaves) and she knew the dreamcatcher would never catch the nightmares or bring dreams to dancing life. she knew all her fears would happen every day but all she ever wanted would never come to her (they would float along outside the window just behind the glass; she could see them watching her but they would not touch her skin and seep through just as they would not seep t
wishes are a lot like regrets.i say a lot of things that maybe i dont mean so while we were sleeping in glass covered streets. i was talking about being a lot like twenty four hours that are disappearing. like i could make something pretty or poetic out of the fact that im a complete waste of your time.wishes are a lot like regrets.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
we were leaning against the curb trying not to cut our skin on the sharp pieces of our shattered reality as i said that we cant age backwards and this is as young as were going to get and that you should just pretend i never happened. pretend i dont exist because i cant say what i should to you. i cant say the words to fix this. i cant say the things you deserve to hear anywhere but in our dreams. i cant and im sorry.
i believe a lot of things that i maybe know arent true so while we were lying among glittering blades of grass. i was counting all the stars in the sky and rationing my wishes so i could make one each night for the rest of my life. and
the stars ignored me.ssuddenly my bonesthe stars ignored me.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't seem quite so
and my skin
seems to be paper thin
and so easily torn
if these waves continue
to crash over me
controlled by a
far too white moon
that lies like the stars
it's as if my tongue
would crumble with
any movement it made
and even the simplest
words weighed it down
anchoring it to
the bottom of my mouth
refusing to be lifted
so i had to try and
force my thoughts out
make them solid
however maybe the heavens
could smell the pungent aroma
of self doubt
or they could see the
way that i couldn't
make up my mind
between cracked bones
or weakened vision
to give me both and
leave me staggering
on numbed feet
muttering under my breath
dear diary, i fell again todayi want to be beautiful by math's standaddear diary, i fell again today5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because math is what makes the world go
'round and, my god, how i want to be the
reason your world keeps turning, even though
words are far more important than math, and i'm
really no good at either.
go ahead, call me yours like
i left my heart in haiti.and so iti left my heart in haiti.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[like everything else.]
was torn down,
shattered on the
i bought seven
cans of hope, and bet
them all on horse number
[like everything i've ever put my hope in.]
decided to fail me
i broke out of
your loosely colored wall
treason, so i
[i was never good at taking orders.]
and i swore nothing
could stop me
try to tear
me down, but we
both know i'm
[other then obvious.]
liar, and that any
sense of truth i
left at baggage
theres this girl.theres this girltheres this girl.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who stays up
all night reading
ugly people who
do beautiful things
like write songs
on post it notes
and stick them
where people will
find them and
about people who
dance in the rain
to just feel like
they aren't the only
theres this girl
shes trying to
be so beautiful
but shes falling
apart with those
words they write
because she cant
be so beautiful
and this girl shes
spinning in circles
with anyone who
will spin with her
and she is falling
down hard but
coming up okay
theres this girl and
i think she will make
it through all this
and get away and
this girl is you
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
You found loveSly shoulders withYou found love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tiny bruises not
meant for lovers eyes,
Teeth and wicked collarbones:
You argued in the stairwell,
Fingers flirting with
that pretty dress of green
as you felt yourself asphyxiate.
Her lips, the antidote
to your wildest dreams.
shoot a blackbirdshoot a blackbirdshoot a blackbird5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and take down the stars
crush them pearls
and mix them with your teeth
rotting and slowly tick tocking
your way to a dream you wish
you could dream
wish your way to a wish
that could have happened
but not in our lifetime.
not when you're not sure whether
you're dreaming or not
and i don't know whether i'm
living or not
he asked me if he could make things
and i tried to say 'maybe'
but i choked
i handed him what i had left
and told him to piece it together
i can only trust him
but if he breaks it
i'll be just as fine as i was
of abandoned tea partiesi:of abandoned tea parties6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
we are fresh mown grass and the first stars to come out and
fireworks in the rain and gently washed jackets. we are
piano melodies drifting from the house-next-door and
we are government conspiracies and laughing at fireflies and
black-blue-and-purple on pale skin. we are trying not to fall off the edge
even as we promise others that we'll be at the bottom to catch them.
we are embers lying in the dewy grass and the lone cricket in the background
and leftover play dough sticking to your fingers.
we are notes to children we are not going to have and letters to your mother
that aren';t going to be read and flames burning patterns into our fingertips.
we are abandoned tea parties with the dolls sitting in the chairs at nightfall
and unanswered text messages and faint whispers of iloveyou
from the room across the hall. we are staying up late to finish poems no one
cares about and passages from ancient books that no one opens and
how it goesthis is how it goes; you meet a boy and you think he's cute and you hope that maybe someday you will kiss the nape of his neck. the ache grows inside of you like a tumour, you feel it pulsing every single day and there is a piece inside of you that hopes he likes you back.how it goes4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
then you start to doubt it, you start to think you're ugly and your chubby and your clothes aren't pretty, but then you realize if you want him to like you, you have to like you as well. so you start to like yourself more, you're happier and you think he likes you back, which makes everything so much better.
one day he walks you to the bus and you wonder how time managed to put you here, and you see his lips moving but all you hear is the sound of your heart hammering. you agree to go on a date with him, and you try hard not to maul him when you hug him goodbye. you sit on the bus smiling and miss your stop, but it's alright, because it's a breathtaking day.
things are beautiful for a long time, trees look like they
letters to five.To the boy that thinks he knows everything :letters to five.6 years ago in Letters More Like This
We are not lovers, we are awkward tangled piles of lust
that just found their way off the bed.
a perfect example of honesty:
Your smoke-filled west-side bedroom isn't romantic in the slightest.
To the girl that used to be my best friend :
You were perfect until you started striving to be that way; now even your lungs
are giving up on you.
some things that i know that you do not know i know:
You fucked a man twice your age on the roof of your apartment in the middle of the
black-aired night, and you weren't ashamed that the stars saw every sin. All your friends are potheads and alcoholics now, and the boy you used to love
so, so, so much? His parents call you "whore" and will not let you into their house anymore.
To the boy I'm totally and completely fascinated by :
I am totally and completely fascinated by you. I try not to stare, but it's hard. Though you are not beautiful, yo
i'll just brace myself nowbecause i know i'll lose you.i'll just brace myself now5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
i don't deserve better,there's something amazing about you, but i just can't place it.i don't deserve better,6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe its the way you brush your finger against my cheek, lay your head in my lap to take a nap, squeeze my hand as we sing sweet caroline at the top of our lungs in the backseat of my moms car and kiss me just below my ear for no reason at all. maybe its in the way you stare at me with eyes the colour of the sea, press your lips to my shoulder creating chills up my narrow alabaster spine.
it could be in the way you look at me. your goofy little smile when i place my head on your shoulder or when i walk into the room is the cutest thing i've seen all week. the way you pretend my punches hurt and the way you protect me from the silliest things. the way you play your guitar for me and teach me a few chords even though we both know i suck at guitar more than anyone else. the way you sing in my ear and send goosebumps running up an down my arm.
i'm pretty sure it's in the way we just seem to be perfect for eachother. you're a