SmileYou must be tired from your walk; come closer
to Granny. The forest isn't for little girls
to wander. I must have a talk with your mother.
Well, let's see what she made me. What? You made
it all? Why, you're just getting more and more talented!
Picking perfect fruit is difficult you know. Just look
at how shiny this red apple is! I can see my own face.
Take a look. Go on, don't be shy. Good girl. Look
how pretty you are. Smile. That red coat goes very nicely
with that pretty blonde hair of yours. Where did you get that
blonde hair from? Not from me. But Granny made that coat
for you, remember? Of course you do. And you baked
this cherry pie all by yourself? And look at that! You even
wove the crust together I'm very impressed. You should
be proud of yourself. Why aren't you smiling? What's wrong?
Come closer to Granny. Be a good girl and smile. Bad things
happen to pretty girls who don't smile. Let Granny hold your
hand. It's very pink, much softer than I remember. But wh
Things I Didn't Know I LovedI never knew I loved the wind,Things I Didn't Know I Loved5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how it tickles your face or how
it's like water's taste that no one
seems to be able to explain;
or trying to breathe in when the winds
are 30 miles over the speed limit;
or even when you don't feel its touch
but still know it's there, invisible.
I've always loved the clouds,
even when I'm on their level,
seeing them float aimlessly
and always wondering how they
do it. Always looking as soft
and comforting as my stuffed owl, whom I have
named Pig. That dream was crushed
when I heard that they were not that at all
but cold and wet; they won't catch your fall.
I never knew I loved making someone
smile, even through the Internet.
I never knew a smiley could brighten
my day. But I did know how easily it could
be taken away. My hold wasn't strong enough
and he fell onto the cold, unforgiving floor.
Love has a Past Tense TooIt's biblical how fucked my sleep can beLove has a Past Tense Too5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but before I go, there's just one thing
you're the one that I need. I'm the one that you loathe
and every time you've fed me the line, "You mean so much to me "
just keep telling yourself that "I'm a diva!"
And that was the day that I promised
that the curtain calls my name. I'm not afraid
Don't you see? I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue.
You're ready to break
(with unapologetic apathy)
and I always can find you again.
I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside
avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak.
When you whisper it nice and low:
there's no place you'd rather be in now
or lethal injection, or swing from a rope if you dare.
Don't make me change my mind;
now that I'm stronger I've figured out
that you know where to find me,
where my friends could see a different side of me.
Cameron QuisengCuteCameron Quiseng5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As can be, with
Riveting muscles. I'm not
Obsessed with him.
No, but I'm certainly a fan.
Quite charming, he is.
Unique in his own way
I hope to meet him somewhere
Even if it takes 3 months and 6 days,
Never shall I
How to Use a BoxYou're in the kitchen at 3:00AM making dinosaurHow to Use a Box4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
chicken nuggets for your kid to take to school
in her purple lunchbox. Too bad she's going to be
too busy studying for a physics test she has next
period and not eating a home cooked meal
She's just going to throw it all away at the end of lunch.
Toys are being carelessly tossed around as you're sorting
out what you don't want. You're thirteen and think you can
conquer the world. Old Barbie dolls and Play-Doh
are for babies and will hold you back.
So you jam them into an overstuffed box marked
"trash." Five years later, you'll be tearing your
room apart looking for all of it, missing it.
Your parents just bought a new, stainless steel
refrigerator and were going to throw away
the oversized box it came in. You managed to save
it and invited your friends over to play in it.
You made it into a house, made it into a robot,
made it into a rocketship. Made it into whatever
you wanted because it was the only time you could.
LaughterI took every punchLaughter5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Laughed off every insult
You always saw my smile
And never saw the blood
I threw punches back
And you always bruised
So why didn't I ever get black and blue?
You lashed out every moment
And I lashed back
But every time I walked away
Leaving you in the dust
I fought and clawed
And found my place
The bodies piled up
But I would never hesitate
You never saw me bruise
Never saw a word connect
I laughed them off,
Or so you thought
I bruise easily
And I laughed so the tears wouldn't fall
So I could turn the water to burning,
And pretend they were from my shower
Every word connected
And every one left a scar
I was innocent,
Until I heard that voice
The one that laughs and mocks
And only loves strength
And it called me down its long dark path
I want someone to see me bleed
But I'm afraid they'll turn away
I've built my life on strength
Which I really don't have
I want to leave
And run far far away,
But the truth is,
GoodbyeKindergartners wait at the corner for the bus;Goodbye5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that was me once. Jumping out of bed,
barely hiding my huge, stupid grin, barely
chewing my eggs and sausage.
I heard my mom's footsteps. "It's time to go."
I had my pink little backpack and my pink little lunchbox.
I hate pink now.
Stopping outside of my front door, I posed for a picture
with that signature peace sign that we all used to do.
She held my hand while we waited for my bus.
I pushed her away as she hugged me. I was a big girl now.
I ran into class, eager to meet my new friends.
All the seats were filled. Except for two. The empty
seat across from me. The empty seat next to me.
At recess, I met my only friend, a large spider
on a dew-covered web. His name was Johnny.
Johnny is dead now.
The boy who killed him now sits next to me,
smiling that fake, stupid smile that I have come to know.
A Different Side Of MeI want people to know,A Different Side Of Me5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That there's a different side of me,
That you can't see.
It's not visible from the outside,
Until I use a pen,
To put it into words.
I can't talk about all the feelings,
The lovey, romantic feelings,
In the same way I write them.
I could tell him I love him,
A million times,
But writing it down once would give it more meaning.