A Coffin of InnocenceMy innocence lay in its coffin
Under my bed.
"Come on and open me," it said.
"You would have heaps of fun if you did.
All you have to do is prop my lid."
I pushed my hands against my face,
From the very top, all the way down to my stubby chin.
"No, no," I cried, "You'll never do me in."
I heard a haughty laugh
Bellow from below.
Then the voice continued to persuade my soul:
"If you think I'm trying to 'do you in',
I can assure you, I will not make you sin.
I only wish for you to open me up;
Give a glance and backup
To a time when every
Cloud seemed to be lined with cotton candy.
Fluffy, pink, and etched in ink.
When parallels seemed to blend
And collect in a wad of rainbow at the end
Of your mind.
Ideas spiraled in and out of your head
Without a moment's dread
Of what will come soon enough."
I drew in a deep breath,
Wanting everything the voice had described.
None of it appeared cold, I rationalized.
Maybe I should just hurry and make a choice.
"Come. I'm waiting," drawled the v
Snow AngelsI'm no where near perfectSnow Angels4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But just like you,
I want to be accepted
into this lonely world
with open arms welcoming me
I have stage fright
and shake when they all
wait for me to speak up
but those words just don't come out
I sit quietly in the back
trying not to be seen
I hide behind a fake smile
and make everything seem alright
When in truth
everything at home isn't
what you think
and my prefect family
is falling apart at the seems
But I still listen
to your problems
and try my best
to make your life alright
I'm sorry that sometimes
I come up short
and don't have all your
simple little answers to life
All I ask is that
you never ask about me
because than I'll just
have to lie some more
I don't need the advice
I'd already given you
to help me through
these hards time again
I'll manage like
I always have before
My problems should
never worry you
Because when I come
to your side to help you out
You never ask what's wrong with me
So don't start now
I'm no where near perfect
But just like y
IncubusIn the hours of midnight,Incubus5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
you tremble at my touch;
knowing that I am but a fantasy
of carnal pleasures
that you desire so much.
My fingers trail the path
of sensual pleasure and devotion.
They wander your cliffs and valleys,
like wanton imps in motion.
I caress your sinful body
with my lustful lips,
Tracing tendrils of arousal
on their random and erotic trips.
The hushed breaths of ecstasy
that escape your immoral slumber,
linger in the adolescent night sky
as remnants of our encounter.
I maybe unreal, my love,
but nothing is what it seems.
You will find me in your sleep,
waiting in your wicked dreams.
broken pieces.broken pieces of my heartbroken pieces.5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
have fallen to the ground
i'm still lost, in this maze called life
wishing that i could be found
i long for peace and comfort
in these everlasting days
but no one's there to lend a hand
or help along the way
Our Human WayLet this be a warning to us all:Our Human Way4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you make us into Angels,
You'll only give us farther to fall.
Never BeautifulI was never beautiful.Never Beautiful4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear the silent comments,
The downward glances,
A monster in itself,
What I would give to be beautiful,
What I would give to be alone,
Where is my beauty?
Neither inner nor outer,
Sometimes darkened to the core,
Has the beauty escaped my meager form,
The tears in the dark,
The muffled screams,
Will nothing bring the beauty back,
Or can I not bring back
What I never had.
I was never beautiful.
MiraclesMiraclesMiracles4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A magic kit when I was just a kid
I can prove it with
Photographs, yellowing now,
Showing me in a witch's dress,
A magician's hat
And a wand.
I was ten, then.
I bought books on faeries
Spelled the correct way,
With the Caesarian "ae".
The spelling made the spells
All that more special.
I wished on the blue bright stars
Every night, when I could see them
When the clouds would part.
These were the great magics of my youth
My magician's hat, a magic kit,
Some moldy books,
And silent stars.
Now, I say I believe in miracles
I say I have hope
And that's a kind of magic, isn't it?
A grown up kind of magicmiracles!
So scant and so ill-remembered
Much easier to believe in magic, like when I was ten
Than in some answer to a whirling-dervishly fervent prayer
Some triumphant grunt from heaven
Acknowledging my existence and maybe even making it
Just a little better, for just a little while.
I have no photographs of miracles
I have no kit, no shiny dress,
PricetagIf people are really priceless,Pricetag4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why am I not good enough for you?
PuppetShe no longer wanted to live. You could see it, see it in her dull,Puppet5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
empty eyes, because they had the glassy stare of a doll's fake ones.
It scared you to see that-- the way she looked was so inhuman that you
wondered whether she really was alive at all. Or if she was real.
She would sit and she would feel nothing. Cold, hot, what did it
really matter? She was oblivious to the world... Sometimes you weren't
even sure if she knew you were there. She looked so loose and
disconnected, as if she wasn't aware of the fact she had arms or legs.
It seemed like each joint was almost seperate from the other, because
she never moved and she didn't notice if something hurt.
Her face was expressionless, blank. It seemed like nothing was there.
She acted, sometimes, as if she was happy or amused or confused.
Normal reactions, because nobody really wants to see the truth, and so
Those Green EyesShe glanced back over her shoulder. Her green eyes appeared to glow in the sunlight sifting through the window. "I'll see you later, right?"Those Green Eyes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yeah. Um, does five sound good?"
She walked back to him. "Five sounds great."
He smiled, staring into those green eyes again. "All right. I'll see you then."
A man of about twenty-five years shuffled his way up to the top of a hill. In front of him stood a mass of people, all dressed in black, some stifling their faces with tissues, others were guiding family members with a firm hand.
God, if I had only known...
But he hadn't. He had been waiting patiently at that cheesy Italian restaurant on the corner of Wayne Street and 7th Avenue for two long hours, the alight candle on his table dwindling to an idle ember. After forty minutes passed, he called her on his cell phone, and left a simple message telling her to call him back as soon as possible. Three martinis later, his phone vibrated in his back pocket. He rushed to
TwigsLaws are being broken like twigs under your feet. We move through clouds of that sticky smoke that clings to our clothes, not wanting to let go. Living life on that higher plane of existence that you motherfuckers could never attain. The flicker of our lighters show snapshots of our faces, waiting for that high. I just want to get high.Twigs4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I haven't written in a while
This pen is heavy in my hands
Moving deep in this blue-lined paper
You said you couldn't stand me
and right now I can't stand up straight
our chains.Had we enough time, maybe in wordsour chains.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We would have found comfort
Felt the way our heartbeats
Danced a ballet, weaving together
Soft ribbons between our souls
And felt each tug
When we strayed too far.
But along our way
Our eyes would search
And to be found, sweet joys in others
And felt the weight of ribbons
Or gentle cobwebs bind our wrists
How are we meant to be free
When our lives are tangled so?
Where in each day, gathered together-
Our burden of chains, and in each pull
They tighten, until we realise
To be free, we must let go
I rememberI still remember us lying on the grass in your backyard looking at the stars in the sky, trying to spot if one falls so we can make a wish.I remember5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember us sitting on the porch eating your moms home made cookies and drinking lemonade. Suddenly starting to laugh at nothing at all.
I remember me coming out of my house with a soccer ball to see you already there net set up and all.
I remember sneaking in to your older brothers room to play video games
I remember all the adults saying i can't have a best friends who's male since I'm female (how we showed them)
I remember your face when you parents said you were moving , leaving.
I remember your face on the car window tears running down your cheeks.
I remember your curly blond hair and bright blue eyes.
I remember you so clearly,
My first friend
My next door neighbor
My first crush.
Bonds.I could follow you to the beginning just to relive the start,Bonds.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And maybe then we'll remember to slow down at all of our favourite parts.
All I wanted was you.
A world full of pain and lies,
Covered by a veil of love.
Your little world of sorrow.
Hope was there at the beginning, of course
We could face the world and anything in it, right?
Nothing could stop us, least of all ourselves.
I remember that day,
When the sun set so perfectly amongst the trees
And we kissed in the golden light
My skirts flew up as I twirled for your amusement
And I basked in the glow of your smile once more
You held my hand and I knew this could be it.
But things change, dont they?
The reality of your love, your life was constantly spinning
Terrors tore at us as we clutched at our last shreds of sanity
The impossible seemed to be our daily life,
The lies and hurt and pain were always there
And I started to lose myself in the madness that was us.
Cheap words of devotion we
My DearWe will walk,My Dear4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A road of the dead and gone.
Beware the thieves,
And their relentless ways.
Do not fear the darkness,
Fear what it hides.
We will walk,
Your hand in mine.
Beware the liars,
And their deceiving smiles.
Do not fear me,
Fear what I am not.
We will walk,
One step at a time.
Beware your thoughts,
And their devious strategies.
Do not fear love,
Fear its opposite: this world we walk on.
Keep GoingShe has to hide her face,Keep Going5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Because she's afraid.
Her mother has to whisper,
It will be okay.
Time just sort of stops,
And stays the same.
But the world keeps turning,
Little girl with face lit by fire,
Keep your head up,
Look a little taller.
Dear mother with broken rags,
Don't let her see you afraid.
Keep on walking,
Though it hurts so bad.
Keep on talking,
Even though it's so hard.
You may be afraid
But it won't last.
Keep on going
Till the fire's gone.
Walk a little taller
Talk a little sweeter,
To hide the pain.
Pleaes don't watch,
Please don't see,
This place go up in flames.
Walk a little taller,
Talk a little sweeter.
And keep on going stronger.
You'll be fine.
Find AnswerI would like to solve for x,Find Answer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Binding my loose ends into neatness and stability,
Ending with a concrete reality.
But so far I have been stuck trying to figure out
What is i divided by zero?
Fallen AngelWhen I finally hit the floorFallen Angel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll crawl away blood-stained,
and know that these wings have failed me.
Americans With Disabilites ActAffirmative actionAmericans With Disabilites Act4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the army
Is a bad idea
I'm differently abled.
I set records
Was featured at the end of 60 Minutes
Andy Rooney rambled about me
I was the U.S. Military's first
Blind bomb defuser
If I opened my eyes,
They'd be the dark blue of Gypsies
I have a psychic power
Known as synaesthesia
To me wires can feel green,
Or brown, the base
What Andy Rooney doesn't tell you
Is the wires you can cut to disarm a bomb
Are never handicap accessible
He never mentioned that before,
I had two legs.
Now I stand on red, white, and blue
I become more of a miracle every day
Blind justice, they called me
A house divided, they called me
Because I couldn't stand for very long
You'd think at this point,
They'd just put me on posters,
Have me recruit in food courts,
But against everyone's better judgment,
I still limped blindly through Afghanistan
I think their thinking was if I blew myself up again
They'd only lose three fifths of a soldier
Because I Hate YouYou sit there and yell at me, tell me I'm worthless. I pretend to listen, pretend to care, pretend i'm not a million miles away. keep judging me and I'll keep ignoring you. Don't pretend it's for me. Your satisfaction is all you care about. "Why'd you do it!?" you askBecause I Hate You4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I dunno", I answer... (because I hate you)
Stand there and call me a liar. I know why you do it. Because you can't stand anyone but you in the spotlight. To you you're all that matters. To me your a selfish, ignorant child who never got the chance to grow up. Keep screaming and I'll keep coming back with sarcastic remarks to piss you off. You ask me "Why'd you lie!?"
"cuz I did," I say...(because I hate you)
I grab some clothes out of my closet and look in the mirror at you. You just get worse and worse. A tear rolls down your cheek and falls onto my collar bone. Your skin, hair, eyes unimaginabley average. Nothing special about you at all. Just go away. You ask the same question as the others, "Why!?"
this time silence,
These Same StarsAnd do you think we lie awakeThese Same Stars5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beneath this same dark sky?
And do we lie beneath this moon
And under these same stars?
And will you reach out with your hands
And blot out those same lights?
Or will you try to close your eyes
To blot out the memories, too?
And do you see me when you sleep
And relive our favorite parts?
Or do you fight yourself to waking
To banish the day you left?
And do you look into the night
And trace my face in the dark?
Or do you try, with all your might,
To forget that familiar face?
And do we see the same sun rising
And lie awake in the gathering blue?
Or do you turn your face away
And try to sleep again?
And will you fall asleep with me?
And will I dream of you?
We'll fall asleep and dream together
Under these same stars.
The Ballad of Bonny AngelaBonny sweet Angela, toast of the town!The Ballad of Bonny Angela5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beauty with brains as well,
all wanted her to wed,
but she belonged to Tell.
Brave and true, Richard Tell
brilliant young Lord,
manors stretched far and wide,
he lived by the sword.
Bonny sweet Angela loved him true,
she swore never to leave.
Brave Richard Tell gave her a ring,
his love twas hers 'til the last eve.
But war rose it's awful head,
calling brave Tell away;
his armies to command away from Angela,
he had to go save the day.
Sweet Angela cried, tears for Tell,
she had sworn not to leave.
Brave Richard Tell rode at the head,
the enemy to receive.
When all was war and noise,
one soldier remained at his side,
valiant, brave and true.
They pushed the rising tide.
Lord Tell fell, arrow to his heart.
Blood draining as he was lying.
The soldier fell to his knees,
"Lord Tell, you are dying!"
"Aye my friend, aye. That I am.
And many miles away
from my sweet bonny Angela...
let me see her face, I pray!"
Off pulled she her helmet there,
WordsI'm overwhelmed with wordsWords4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They're flowing out of my brain and into my mouth,
But they get stuck on my tongue,
And jammed between my lips.
I'm so full with words I'm going to explode
And bits and pieces of them will end up all over the walls.
My mom's going to have to clean it up;
Maybe she'll piece together the phrases and meaning of it all
And hand it to you with a bow made of words.
You'll open it up and drink them all down
No, it's not done yet.
They just keep on coming; it's an endless stream of words
Right to your brain, right to your stomach, right to your heart,
They just keep on coming.
The words will expand in your stomach and brain
Until YOU explode and then
We'll both be gone.
Oh my, look at what my words have done.
See why I should just keep them to myself?
It's just better that way.