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SafetyI am waiting for youSafety1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a hungry cat—
imagining the milk
of your skin,
how I could sink into that
& risk the world
by never coming back.
I am waiting for you
like a tattoo—
a promise of forever
on my feverish lips
as they rush along
the curvature of your
earth-shaped spine.
I am waiting for you
like an addiction—
like I could overdose
on your saintly words
& collapse myself
into the holes
behind your eyes.
I am waiting for you
like a train station—
holding my breath
to let out one long whistle
of the grief in longing
against the setting sun
like a flash of blood.
I am waiting for you
like a m
With MeYou stub out your cigarette.With Me8 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Is the end still warm?
You're just a silhouette,
but I kinda like you more.
A living shadow in my very own home.
Don't fade into the light.
Don't leave. Don't go.
Pouting your lips like it's some kind of thing.
Twiddling your fingers
are you restless, Darling?
Dead love, but I have that passion
that can ignite something a whole lot faster.
Twist your schedule so you fit with me.
Turn your life around and live with me.
Smile and laugh and play with me.
I think you'll like it here with me.
Just with me.
Yours.My body is abstruse;Yours.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
yet when the wind swept you
in, you felt your way
across my form as though
you'd studied the language
of my skin since before
you knew that I was yours.
Some daysSome days i hate youSome days8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
some days i wish you were still mine
but right now
i just miss you
For My LoveRegrets have been the everyday,For My Love9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
smiles and joy left to stray.
Colours bright they fade away.
"You'll find love" I heard them say.
"Love yourself to truly love another."
But where is the love without the lover?
The beauty's in hand with the decay,
dirty, broken, nothing to say.
I turned a corner, like you do,
never expecting something new.
I never thought to find something real.
I was to be alone and that was the deal.
This corner though, showed a softer hue,
where the sun shined and the skies were blue.
Where you're warm and protected,
though you bare body and soul,
And you feel accepted, trusted and whole.
The scars
Since I Found OutA minuteSince I Found Out8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two
It takes that much time for what you feel
To be torn down
Like old wallpaper
But this wallpaper had not even begun to peel
The paper covered half the wall, the glue still wet
And now it covers none
And now it feels like a pound of bricks
Lies on my chest over my heart
Bricks made up of the words
The words
The truth
Held together with a mortar made up of hope and dreams
And a foolish love
I can't breathe
I'm suffocating
Short and Honest PoemIt doesn't matter anymore,Short and Honest Poem9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And that's a beautiful thing.
It's not so sore anymore,
Since I've heard your little voice ring.
I won't say the darkness left me,
Without it there's no light--
But as long as you're beside me
I've got all my life in sight.
No matter where in life you roam
How near or far you'd like to go,
In my mind and heart you have a home--
I thought perhaps you'd like to know.
And promise me whene'er you leave
You'll let me come along too--
And let me hold to your jacket sleeve--
It's my belief that I belong with you.
Poor HeartsThis unbearable ache lulls me to sleepPoor Hearts8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
As my heart (poor thing) beats out of my chest
And onto the floor,
And out of the door
Searching for home
In you.
This sweet denial brings me closer and closer
As my heart (for you) breaks down, like the rest
And reveals its flaws
And, in sickness, draws
A picture of home
A portrait of you.
I'd give you the sun, just say the word.
The Growing Seasoni.The Growing Season8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
we slipped between each other's flesh,
intoxicated on the nectar—
never careful enough
to avoid the bitter seeds
of a previous commitment.
ii.
each night the pregnant ache coaxes
wicked acts to replay
along my nerve endings and synapses;
each night, the gardener's
tending hands
rooting deep.
iii.
were I to untether myself,
to prune the growing stillborn
from my chest,
you'd have no secrets
conceived of sin;
no reason to carry my face,
my voice, my touch,
in a painful miscarriage
of our unprotected actions—
were I
less than a weed.
iv.
each morning my stomach rejects
the early hour
into my utilitarian b
Bildungsroman"you fell firstBildungsroman8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i followed,
tumbled like bricks
in the wake of your
admiration,"
is the story i told,
and you agreed,
not remembering
the night i've tried
to dissolve: when i
lay on your bed,
dampened sheets,
counted perfections,
cut my sleeve,
and realized—
admiration
was my muriatic acid
when you hardly
knew my foundation:
i collapsed like bricks
already unstable.
I Want YouWhen I feel full of despair,I Want You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want you to be by my side,
Your arms wrapped around me,
Easing my pain.
When you look at me
I want to see love in your eyes
I want to feel special
And truely yours...
Devious Journal EntryI'm going to miss her.Devious Journal Entry1 year ago in Personal More Like This
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Before I DieBEFORE I DIEBefore I Die1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
by R. J. Spring
Before I die,
I mostly want to
Feel the oval of your face in
These hands.
With you, it's like an endless fall
Upward towards the universe.
I've never felt so completely diverse
And I've never quite heard this call
'Yanno, you and I, we understand.
We are alive in a world of tin.
And I only want you
Before I die.
Slowly, Slowly but SurelySlowly, Slowly but Surely1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slowly,
Slowly but surely,
I run away from you,
Gaining distance,
Hoping to find a place,
Hoping to find a reality,
Where you don't exist.
Where you don't preside,
Because my heart is now,
Nothing but scattered pieces,
Pieces of shattered glass on the floor.
Pieces of small sharp shattered glass,
That may never form a heart again.
Slowly,
Slowly but surely,
I continue to put these pieces back together,
Hoping to one day find a place,
Hoping to one day find a reality,
Where my heart is back,
Back to what it used to be,
A piece of art work that is simply,
Simply just beautiful.
A piece of art work that is simply,
Simpl
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ThankfulYesterday you read me—Thankful10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I flayed away my skin
so you could see
all my gnarled bones
that pop & grind every morning,
my organs all bloated
with an unspecific need for you.
Last night I dreamt it was snowing—
everything whited out
except the black marks around my eyes
like some blissful raccoon.
I walked alone & naked
with my insides crystallizing into
something you might think
was beautiful.
I am afraid of my honesty
the same way I'm afraid of
loving you—
held up by my feet in a town
where they kill indiscretion
& the unknown.
But your silences—
words unkempt & not forced—
were enough.
In those m
Wounded Heart of WarPROLOGUEWounded Heart of War1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
World War Two 1943 Nazi Germany August 30th.
Acelin Adler sat in his room, a bottle of whiskey resting loosely in his hand, his leg propped up on the arm of the chair as his head hung gently off to the side. A gramophone needle bounced slightly along the record Das Engellandlied, performed by Hermann Lons in 1910. It was strange to him that the song was made thirty-three years before the war began. But it didn't matter now, none of it really did. Hitler seemed to be going mad with each passing day, perhaps due to the fact that he and many of Acelin's past fellow officers had been, and still were, on Meth. He glanced at his calenda
A Step CloserYou are on the roofA Step Closer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
deep in the ghost hours—
opening your arms
to the Western wind
like a blooming rose.
All night you've sat
& smoked like a forest fire—
curling your fingers
in & out like they
hold the secrets to mortality,
like they could teach you
how to hold yourself
inside the air like a dove.
The boredom of insomnia
comes on slowly—
a drip of morphine
for every dry heave—
you are restless as
the big cats in the zoo.
Both of you are trapped
under the immeasurable weight
of captivity—
their cages made of steel
& yours of warped glass.
As you stalk up to
the highest point of your home
I b
The Glass Orb"The Glass Orb"The Glass Orb2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
by R. J. Spring
I feel as though my mind is reaping
Everything my mouth as sown.
I am left here, anxiously keeping
My garden from being grown.
I held the glass orb between my hands
And it is sinking me deep in my lake.
I don't know if the green velvet quite understands—
And when I die, I'll let it break.
Yes, I think I will.
I cut my feet at the bottom of the pool
As I step on my broken mind.
And, oh, how common of a fool
To never look behind.
But it all did glow brighter still—
I feel as though my mind is tinkling
Like a chime above my window sill!
Lakeside winds have got me thinking
And when I di
I built a godI built a god from flesh and wine because I got tired of worshiping men.I built a god2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I built a god and he told me he had found a secret peace that banned him from Nirvana: a human peace with the perpetuation of Earth-bound souls and life and death.
He told me this while sweating booze and a jealous hatred that broke from his back like mangled talons:
I could tell he was far too perfect for heaven, anyway.
I built a god from poetry and bitter draft beer. He told me
to love the moment with all you have until the moment is gone, but
I've never been so good at knowing when to stop.
I'll worship idols long after th
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