that time you visited mewe are a good fit.that time you visited me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you pick up my harry potter
(and the chamber of secrets)
from my floor.
i hand you my hybrid theory cd.
this is the first cd
i ever bought,
i tell you.
this is not the first time
you have heard this.
ten minutes ago your hands
roamed my body like wild horses,
my hands straddling your hips
as i kissed you away.
kissed you away.
charles bukowski called it that
in a poem.
it sounded sweeter than
sucked you off.
we sit for an hour
on the blue of my floor,
discussing the finer points
of metallica and the influence
of the beatles.
i smell like you.
i am downstairs, watching you drive home
and eating cherries.
the pits sink like stones
to the bottom of a plastic cup.
i worry this is how i will feel
when you leave me for real.
Thirty MinutesThirty Minutes2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I have thirty minutes
This clock is ticking
My pulse is getting weaker
As I stare blankly up at the ceiling
Thoughts of you
Fill my vision
I wish you could see how deeply
Madly in love with you I am
And how much you've hurt me so
My vision is starting to blur
My senses are becoming less attuned
It's almost time
Tears form in my eyes
I think about my very last breath
How soon it will be here
I'm not ready to die
There's so much more I wanted to do
I'd give anything
To just be friends with you again
To see your smile
To hear your laugh
Oh how I long to hear your sweet, wonderful voice
Whispering nothing but love in my ear
To experience the blissful sensation of your fingertips brushing against my skin
Your green eyes melting me into a pool of euphoria
Where did it all go?
Where did you go?
Why did you leave me?
So many questions left unanswered
So many things left unsaid
I'm growing tired now
I'm fighting so hard to keep my eyes open
Though I k
Flying HomeFlying Home7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It doesnt take
To fly home to you.
It takes imagination,
And a strong pair of arms.
© 2007 Mark Pearce
Like TulipsLike Tulips2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if we ever kissed
we would both wordlessly agree that we felt
and then you'd take off my glasses
and then i would silently feel
like a whole field of flowers.
scissorsi gave you thosescissors4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
scissors so that you
could cut the cables
holding me down
instead you severed
my heart strings,
and watched as it fell
through my body and
landed on the ground,
a soft slapping sound
resonated through the
as that useless piece of
meat just kept its steady
fearI can't sleep like I used to anymore,fear3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not that I've been able to sleep much anyway.
Thoughts of you still keep me up at night;
This pseudo-insomnia will kill me someday.
I need a sign you're still there;
Please don't let me go.
Because I'm stronger than my demons now,
And I'm not afraid anymore.
ProcrastinateI waste chances and stumbleProcrastinate9 years ago in Typographical More Like This
until I'm left with nothing at all,
into darkness I fumble,
while Spring turns to Fall.
Why am unable to change things
How can it be,
that I'm condemned to a pattern,
a pattern that I cannot even see
Sometimes its distraction
or that I just didn't care
sometimes there was an opportunity,
that I don't even know was there
And I pick up the pieces
and I promise I"ll change
something inside of me
I"ll try to rearrange
Getting started is the hard part
I have to do it now,
but getting started is the problem
I've never figured out how.
psalmMy eyes see all but you,psalm3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
the work your hands, the evil of mine.
Denial is my nest; I consider myself pitiful before you.
that is as I was-- as I am, I am your child,
and you dwell forever in my transformed heart.
You give me peace when I fancy trouble,
and bypass the brokenness of my body.
My sin is forgotten in your sight,
in your sight, I am blameless.
For you see the truth;
you washed me so that I am so.
There is none but you;
aside from you, there is nothing.
So you quench my soul's thirst,
my spirit searches no more;
my heart is void of longing,
and my pain you have vanquished.
Opportunities"Please teach me." She asked him softly.Opportunities3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Teach you what?" He looked out of the window, shattered glass at his feet. Her face was looking down as she sat on her knees, studying a thousand of his reflections in the mirror like shards below. He seemed a little impatient. She didn't flinch at the annoyance in his voice.
Her eyes, the eyes of a moon nymph drowning, looking into his, the eyes of the sea god who was drowning her. "Teach me about life."
"What is life?" His voice broke slightly, and before it could be seen, he was looking out of his window again. "It is nothing but broken words, stolen from the lips of lovers that had been doomed a long time ago. It is a thousand poniards wedged in the heart of a man who cannot die. It is the black tar on the soul of a woman who cannot breathe." He laughed bitterly, "Life is nothing but an opportunist. It drains your soul. And all it ever offers us in return, are opportunities of sadness and hardship."
"It also gives us a time to be happy and
maps don't give destinationsI stopped knowing how to respond to your twisted approach with pretty words when they made me listen with two ears, two lungs and a heart. It became habit to lose every sense except how to feel when I was near you. My fingers would form four legged spiders and reach across every expanse of your body. At times I would hold my hands up and you would hold yours. Without making skin converse with skin we still could feel every heartbeat, every breath, every future.maps don't give destinations4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My sister called us lovers in a dangerous time like that song we could never remember the name of. You said no, we're nothing like that. You said we're the cracks in the foundation, the stains in the carpet. We're all the things that will never go away, never fade. We're the connection no one expects, but the one that's impossible to create gaps in. When we are ten feet apart with a crowd setting the barrier,somehow it feels like we're holding hands with red ribbons attached to our wrists.
When we're lying under thin blanket
Alcohol and EmptinessIt's Wednesday night (I think)Alcohol and Emptiness1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I've had too much to drink,
I feel like talking too much,
maybe saying things I shouldn't,
and it's sad because all of those things
the way you are,
and the ways in which I wish we could be,
you've completely emptied my veins of blood and
you are the alcohol I should never have let in,
but now I can no longer
let you go.
UnderwearI have every interest in seeing your underwear, and that tells me more than I need to know.Underwear4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Seeing GhostsStartled by the momentSeeing Ghosts1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I looked at the woman
checking me out of the store
with my trival gatherings
and I said thank you
on a thankless day
and suddenly this teenage girl
looked back at me for a moment
a fresh spirit unburdened with life's insults
and I could see it
and feel my boys reaction to all those bright spirits
seeing all the ghosts Of Christmas' past
Re:lying there under the debris Re:4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that was us.
you've worked my heart raw,
and now the bleeding just
will not stop, darling when you
speak there is just too much pressure
in the air i can feel it pushing me down.
if i fell to my knees and believed again
when the lake turned to crystal and obelisks rose
from all the corners of this world.
the pain in this fall is too much to bear.
marked by an angel or devil? that is the
question i now ask, is this my gift
or is this my curse?
the heavens shall not answer,
until the rain comes again.
i couldn't embrace this lasting
shock, for my sleep had made me weary and
the generations had fallen around me
as they removed the souls from
the bottom of our beings.
surrounding me like the air,
Corralling CrayfishA deep drainage ditch ran through our neighborhood and right behind my childhood home. In Spring it would flood and we would bike around the streets in a foot or two of water. In Summer when the water was low we would swing on low branches, fence with willow reeds, and study the curious creatures that shared it with us. In Autumn there were always plenty of tomatoes, squash, and pumpkins to throw at each other and carve. In Winter we would sled down the precipitous southern bank trying to avoid patches of thin ice. It was a smelly, nasty hole filled with leeches, chiggers, and fish that bit, and heaven for a pack of wild children like us.Corralling Crayfish3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
behind a makeshift dam
a leech on my toe
our neighborhood was poor
but had the coolest playground
Must Love CatsMust Love Cats3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Must Love Cats
Fur of gold to pet and rub,
Perfect cat for me to love,
Razor claws and pointed teeth,
All the better made to keep,
A quick brush along silky fur,
Rewarded with a rumbling purr,
Given a glancing nuzzled kiss,
He is mine and I am his.