Broken Glass and Fake Smiles"Momma...don't cry. I still love you, Momma." Glittering eyes, olive green, and wide with a mix of fear and uncertainty, look up from under brown bangs, overgrown like the tangled weeds in the front yard.Broken Glass and Fake Smiles5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chubby fingers, with nails lined in dirt, desperately try to brush back the hair that's matted to his mother's face with her own blood. Tears have carried rivers of her cheap eyeliner across the premature wrinkles in her face, and she tries to hide her eyes from her worried son. "Just go play, Nathan." Her hands lash out, and she chokes out the words, and he's pushed from his protective place beside her bed, landing on the hardwood with a thump.
Tears welling in his round eyes, he stands and heads for the door, "I love you, Momma. I promise." He whispers, brows pulled together, as he stands at the door, taking in her shuddering frame, knees pulled to her chest, and face shrouded in a mess of hair and shame.
Their empty apartment seems to ring with her sobs, as he slinks away from her,
on being the better onei feel myselfon being the better one4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
unappreciated and unfelt by you,
but it is not really
it is the way
like the straddling
of bones over bones.
like the god fog
on my rear window
before the light
is fully grown.
it is the way things
like moss shies
from the sunlight,
and seeks deep, dank places
but is not something
to be feared just because
it dwells in darkness,
it is just the
way things are.
and it serves
me well to know that
one day when you are
older, you'll realize
I was one hell of a
ship to let capsize
on getting bydaddy found out i was fuckinon getting by4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and before he could be
disappointed i reminded him
of the fever of youth,
and he cried
it is strange to live in a house
where there are only versions
of the truth and every soul
hears a different one
when we fighti have forgotten the sound of seasons passing, your voice when you loved mewhen we fight5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and the touch of a goodbye that never lasts.
you leave with fists clenched and doors shut silently,
you leave without a word because it's the spaces between
your raised words that bruise the most.
i whisper words with two syllables and you lodge a loudspeaker
in your throat for every goodnight which translates to
shut the fuck up
this morning i woke up at the bottom of the stairs,
crumbled into nine months of walking backwards
and i have been fooled into thinking that bitch really is my name
baby, baby, ssh. be quiet. holding fists is like holding hearts
but i would gladly trade it for linked fingers and the rings of promises
you once made.
verilygod shakes the earthverily5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to loosen the leaves from his trees,
the love pressed over his eyelids
leave fingerprints in his sleep.
he will not see the moon
changing its gravitational pull
to lift the corners of his
lips, the sparrows of spring,
into a curled smile,
nor the shoulders of every man,
woman, and child sag with every
word he does not speak.
his bench grows cold in the
february air, lonely and counting
its splinters as it waits for his return.
no river shifts direction
to please him, to clean him of his sins
and sing to him from the sky.
the biggest mountain of soul
won't call himself beautiful,
he will say he is a mash up
of cocaine, weed, and schizophrenia
and does not understand
that i love him.
black dog-black dog5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never have i seen a smile
that can destroy me quite like yours
love crawling like ivy
across your jaw -
smoke trailing like water
up your cheeks
alone in the dark
but oh how i love it
ghosts.my mother does not know me,ghosts.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
recognize me, hear me;
i guess i am pale and incoherent
but she did tell me once
that i will amount to nothing
after i die
she told me,
the earth will swallow my bones
and tuck them safely under frost
until the universe divides me
until there is nothing left
my father had a different theory
he told me,
when we die, we become
the shadow of a loved one
the laughing silhouettes
leading us down a safe path
or there to cradle our backs
in a dark alley
the ground can choke
down wish bones and eye sockets
they become the main ingredient
in a vomited pollution
does not divide by zero
he asked me
if i believed
and i did not know
my father was married
for twenty-seven years
he cradled my mother's back
and he believed
it was sunny for my father's funeral
just enough for crows
to seek shade
and my mother to do something
she never does:
she looked behind her
thank youi could try and disguise thisthank you5 years ago in Letters More Like This
use pretty metaphors or write your name in stars
but i think you deserve more than that.
you deserve what's real,
and this is as real as it gets.
i can still count the number of awful things i want to say to you,
but all i really want to say is that i miss you
and i miss you because i feel different without you
and i still can't decide whether it's good
or it's bad
but there's a meeting ground, in the middle
where we cross paths at school
and you know what?
i think i mean it.
i used to sit here and wonder where i went wrong
i wondered where i veered off the path, where i lost control
but now it comes to me that sometimes, we have to let go of the lives we want in order to have the ones that were meant for us
you have taught me that there is something beyond the horizon
that losing something, doesn't mean you've lost everything
and that happiness consists in loving
not always loving you
unconditional surrendergive up, you can't thrive anymore. stopunconditional surrender5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
thinking you can fight this, you can
win this, you can die...
we'll drop down our bombs and let out the gas.
blow a hole the size of the moon
into innocent shores.
i could do it, too.
i could let the gunfire ring out into the night,
a child's lullaby, all they'd ever hear
is screams, embedding in stars.
i could do it, too.
give me your word, your written word
and surrender, to me.
there's no way to win.
I could destroy you.
bruisedwhen you spill mebruised3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
over canvases, i am
crying like a child
for these walls are
not built for broken
blood vessels, only
milk and cream,
tea and sugar and it
all spills like a flood
in tiny corners
and these limbs
are not meant for
painting, they say
longmy hair is shorterlong5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i made scars longer instead
are you happy now?
When I think about you, I remember it all wrong.When I think of that first day, I will always remember the air as being too warm, and your clothes being wrinkled, your hair a complete mess. I remember how your nerves had your every sentence starting with “uhm” and how I hated indecisiveness and you couldn’t make up your mind, and I remember thinking I could do better without you. Now, I know that first impressions aren’t quite as important as they tell you every time you open that front door with your mismatched socks and complimentary sarcasm, armed with a crooked smile and bad grammar. Because if that were true, I would have said hello and goodbye in the same sentence. Hell, if that were true I never would have loved you.When I think about you, I remember it all wrong.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was September before you calmed down enough to look me in the eye when you were talking. My friends kept asking me why I wasting my time with you, but I knew there was something special hidden behind all your short sentences, wrapped inside the bundle of nerves that created you, that he
you, you, youyour cricket-heart chirps beatsyou, you, you6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
playing my skin like a violin.
spring grass grows into the c c cracks
of my broken china body.
the night is a serene shade of indigo and your rough hands
have seen resin. i'll make you worlds, if you like, you
startled dear. i can cry, laugh, anything, everything
all for you.
the water on your lips tastes like tears, i am tired and
you are sober. feelings vault out of my throat into the air
smother us smother us smother us
get caught in the fabric of body-music and evening air.
i scream and scream and it sounds like a song.
winter heart.maybe it's the weather. maybe it's the steam in the morning and the fog in my lungs that brings these words to life. i can feel them stirring under my breath like a second life; i can taste them in the december air that teases nostalgia from the pitter patter of my winter heart.winter heart.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it's like life is a faded photograph. its like time is a frozen lake. it's like i'm sitting on porches wearing oversized sweaters and holding cups that burn the tips of my numb fingertips. it's like i'm in a forest and it's damp. it's dark. it tastes like a memory and the rain looks the way it did two years ago when i was broken. it's like remembering something perfect in a moment that was anything but; like holding something just out of reach in the palm of my hand.
ten months and three days ago: i'm in a coffee shop with frost on the sidewalk. it is quiet and loud and i have the feeling that i really am all alone. but it isn't bad. it is peaceful. it is soft and my bruised heart breathes deep. i exhale. it is
The Secret Of Fall راز پاییزThe Secret Of Fall6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
با همه ی رازها؛
سرخ و زرد و قهوه ای،
نغمه و آوازها...
رفت و مانده یک نگاه
بر لبه ی پرتگاه
دلهره ی زندگی،
غرش قلب زمین،
جوشش روح دریا،
سرخی قلب من و
a chord for every discord.sometimes, i just thinka chord for every discord.6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in melodies and every
sad song sounds like you.
wisdom i do not understand,we as people string along the words we say behind us like the bread crumbs leading us back home. but to our suprise and no avail, we never completely turn around, rewind, go back to where we started. we stay in our mute spots and never know how to move forward. or everytime we go back to start, we do not collect two hundred dollars. we just fuck up over and over again, hoping that someone out there can help us get it right.wisdom i do not understand,6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
closer1.closer7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she kept the christmas tree
up well past march and its a
broken and sad
the words, no one understood.
but the silence.
and i hum in this
empty house and
echoes. the phone
keeps ringing and i
say. i say:
and you say:
don't. just --
but here i am and
there. there you are.
your face as delicate
as your tears today. and
i touch you as if
you're a paper boat,
about to float away. and i
around your thoughts,
afraid i'll wake
my clothes smell like
you. my skin
smells like you. and
there is a dead tiger
in my bed. we're
an electrical storm
exploding in the sky and
i don't think i've
ever loved you more.
fairytales dont write lettersdear lovely,fairytales dont write letters6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
i seem to have forgotten what its like to breathe. freckled skin and marble eyes can only get me so far. i speak in such cliches but you're a diamond in the ruff and i often wonder where you are. are you outside or are you miles away waiting for me to come find you and kiss you and hold you and breathe you? i'm a real big fan of yours but i seem to be a joke to you. so maybe i'm a tad insecure but maybe you made me this way.
your best friend.
but your marble eyes and soft heart dance across the clouds. you're way up there with songs and words and new cliches that no one has ever overused. i never could look you in the eyes, they shined so bright. just like stars. i didn't make you anyway. i just found your letters in the sand.
hold onto your starlight.
ever said we all had to be stars was a liar. i'll sit up here all day like a flower in a crack on a sidewalk and i'll wait for you to come pick me, pu
i sleep in seas next to you.if this feeling isi sleep in seas next to you.6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
drowning then i just hope i
never breathe again.
unbroken promises for youplease promise me you'll keep dreaming.unbroken promises for you6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because i can't bear to lose you to the uprising of resistance, and i won't be able to stand not having you near me. i don't like seeing you fall and i love it when you support me. i love the way you smell and the stupid things we talk about and how you'll always be there protecting me.
i love how i can tell that you love me.
promise me you'll never forget me.
because i'll never forget you. i'll remember every word and every syllable that leaves your parched pink lips and the way they curl around your tongue. i'll dream about kissing you, because i want to, and i'll dream about the forms of redemption we seem to be constantly falling into.
i'll never forget your smile, or how your voice cracks when your nervous or laughing too hard. its often the only thing that can make me grin.
please promise me that before you die, you'll kiss me.
just once, something that will linger on my lips and make me tingle and make me stop wondering what it would b
get higher.our song came on today. you know,get higher.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the one that i showed you right before you kissed me
for the first time. but you probably
don't remember. and that's okay,
because i'm going to smile at our good times
and everytime you whispered something in my ear and asked me
what i was thinking about. we were a hidden object,
a lost puzzle piece
and it was amazing, and i don't think
it could have gone any better while it lasted.
i won't be crying any more tears because it just doesn't
seem to matter anymore.
i hate the things you did to me. well, no, that's a lie.
i loved the things you did to me. you held me and you
called me yours, and you kissed me with lips that
i never thought could exist. you were my shade from the sun
and my smile in the morning.
i ache to remember, i long to
forget, i live to love once more. i'll watch you
take another drag of the joint that we call
life, and the clouds of smoke will erase your
Humanities MistakeHe's an angel from heaven with wings made from feather, his arm's made from steel and his skin made of leather.Humanities Mistake6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His eyes like lights in a night made from cloud, his chest made from darkness, his heart does it shroud.
With his hair just like fire and his smile just like coal, with an axe for a spine and a sword for a soul.
Boots made of skulls and a jacket from skin, a shirt made of glass, quite dangerously thin.
With a knife in his hand and shine on his boots, his breath being toxic, the air it pollutes.
With lift of his arm and a grin on his face, blood being smeared all over the place.
Blood on the ground and blood on the floor, blood on the walls and blood on the door.
Knive wounds in babies and their blood on their mothers, children who cry out to be saved by the others.
Pointless it is, and worth all it's not, to try to escape is not worth a shot.
He's an angel of death and fear he brings, with his voice bringing pain whenever he sings.
making such chaos and embracing such sin, he
when we met worlds away.there's something about you.when we met worlds away.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an effect that leaves me hanging on the edge of my goosebumps every single time.
the moonlight dawns through the window as you kiss the top of my head and run the tip of your nose along the pale lines of my neck. i am safe here, in your grasp. my lips touch the tattoos on your arm for a brief moment and you pull me in tighter, letting me know that this is where i should have been long ago.
i've tripped into you with skinned knees and rashed hands.
but i am nowhere near picking myself up off the ground.