The cruelty of wordsThe cruelty of words12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It starts with a whisper
and turn to a scream
the story of a girl
that is no longer free to dream
She's the new topic of the week
hearing her story in a new light
but the story is no longer hers
its been twisted and mangled beyond her sight
This once quite innocent girl
no longer innocent in the eyes of her peers
they know her hardships but they dont understand
the girl is now victem to her worst fears
The cruel words whispered behind her back
they don't know me and they never will
their words begin to be to much to bear
and the girl she wishes words could kill
The girl she see's the people stare
constantly fighting back tears
their words are like a hundred stabbing knives
each time their words reach her ears
She goes home and cries
wanting someone to talk to, to understand
but there is no one to talk to, no one to undertand
there is no one to comfort her and take her hand
She is alone in the darkness of her soul
No where to turn to, nowhere to run
In her despair she finds her f
You intrigue MeYou intrigue Me13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You intrigue me
Our likeness burns in my heart
So close, I could almost touch your lips
But I turn away
I mustn't let this little secret ruin me
I think I might belong to you
But Ill never love again
I've become devoid of happiness
I've forgotten what it's like to taste sweet love's embrace
I yearn to be remembered on a cold December's eve
To have you call, knowing it was just to hear my voice
And then hear a simple "I love you" followed by a pause, my ditto, and a click
It's no matter
I'm done with all of that
All that's left is you
DespairingDespairing12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You've told me no tales, and I've told you no lies
And yet I am the one that still sits here, and cries
Marking the time as the future is stumbling
I despair once again at my life now crumbling
Sorrow runs deep and my tears will stain far
I beg for an answer to the who that we are
Shifting and aimless, with no hope I can keep
I bang against this wall, unbreakable and steep
The scars from the tears, my face they do mar
Cracks in my sanity mark a door standing ajar
Broken and bent, through these shadows I'll creep
The words that you spoke made a rift that's too deep
I can think of your smile, and a part of me sighs
But as soon as my joy is beginning, it dies
What now haunts me, your face it is wearing
For you have becme the crux of my despairing
gamegame11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we played the game
like a dance
across the dancefloor
it was sweet
i bit my lip
to taste the bitterness in my mouth
that is how serious
of a play it was
round and round
it was a good tango
finished with the most violent of moves
a tear would run down
my surprised face
i was only defeated
when you made me come
such an assso today i met a little boy with no arms. none at all.such an ass5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i introduced myself to him. i told him my name. i stuck out my hand to shake, only to withdraw it, chuckling. i watched him scowl.
god, i'm such an ass.
i took his picture, told him to take it from me. i watched his jaws like a shark undulate and snap til the polaroid was between his teeth. i felt like a seal in those sharp bicuspids.
i torment handicapped children to get my kicks because no woman would love this monster.
i wanted to see what he'd be like when he got older. i wanted to see how he'd hold his cock for pissing or fucking. i wanted to see what his text messages would look like, i was jonesing for a glimpse of his writing. his print, cursive, arabic. i didn't fucking care, i just wanted it.
god, i'm such an ass.
"mister," he started, a look beyond his years tainting his eyes. "
within but not limited to/\within but not limited to3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
within but not limited to
/ | \
our circular thoughts | our souls which are
InsomniaDreams. Nightmares. Unforgettable nights of longing for the things so far away. For the things that scare me. Pleasant tales of love, overthrown by stories of hell itself - all unfolding around my bed. My red sheets are the bloodstains on the gray wall one night, a bouquet of roses the next.Insomnia8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
What are dreams? Imaginary places of make-believe happiness, as if some form of natural prozac? Realms where fantasy is pushed beyond the borders of our very imagination?
I can't tell. I don't want to. My dreams are chapters of the book of my life, they're the red ribbon on the edge of the next page. Never managed to do much reading with my eyes open. Why, God why, would anyone want to live in something as shallow as reality?
Being awake is torture. It's a red car flashing over the gray asphalt, it's the fast lane with me behind the wheel - pointless and fatal. I never got my license, you know. And for good reason; I don't want to control things. I don't need any kind of control, all I need pure fr
World War Z: EndingsThis was found in an elementary school in the outskirts of Biloxi, Mississippi written in what appears to be crayon on the wall. It is unfinished and heartbreaking. After ten years, the bones are still gnawed and evident.World War Z: Endings7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fiends of the flesh,
harboring the truer life.
On they came;
The moans begot more
The moans made sleep worse.
Caught in the moment,
There was solace in this
when they came back.
Dripping blood and gore
Making our family
Humanity ended here.
Under scores of grave-ridden nails,
the barricade fell
to the soundtrack of Hungry wails.
Worm ridden flesh
was the Law of the Land.
They come for me now,
I hear them in the halls.
Chewing on the doorjamb.
Chewing on the walls.
Hearts grow frozen
Of me there was no trace;
Of me there was no fac
March, 2004Soon enough, it got hard for meMarch, 20049 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to ignore the pebbles of broken
glass buried in the seats
of her attempted-suicide car, or
the night you cut open your legs
only to find them filled
to the brim with nothing
but cold blood and fresh ice.
I could smile but I was stuck in your war-
time car crash, fighting to breathe
over the exhaust, the sky dark and thick
with the unspoken, and she, your mother,
was confined to forced peace,
rounded corners, no butter knives
or shoelaces, hidden scars, white light and white, white walls.
I Have Never Wanted MoreTo seek an end to time itselfI Have Never Wanted More9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That such a moment as this
Could be forever frozen
The leaf fall stilled
In midair freefall
Early frosts bade to spare
The bounty heavy laden
Fixed upon the apple trees
As seasons turn and turn again
Yet there is to be no cessation
Of the trickling stream of sand
Flowing forward endlessly
Taking all that I have ever known
Reshaping and unstitching
Every dream I ever had
Each fragment passing beyond my reach
A realisation that this too shall pass
But nothing could inspire me more
For until the earth stops
Whirling around our flaming sun
In an ever expanding universe
My passion and fervour for truth
Keeps my focus on the day
And when a veil is drawn
Upon the stage of life
With a firm willed smiling end
This film will fade to close.
OsteoperosisWords and bonesOsteoperosis3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are sticks and stones
and they will surely kill me
IntoxicatedIntoxicated9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
high on life and more than a little love drunk,
our hiatus has reached an end
you've worn out my heart --
it keeps finding its way back into my throat
you've worn out my stomach --
the butterflies still refuse to leave
your kiss reminds me that I'm capable of falling in love
...all over again with you
I'm a work in progress,
you're an overlooked masterpiece
a man with a message,
you're making great time
the sinners have it easy,
it's the saints who do the work
I won't close you in and I won't cut you out
(please do me the same courtesy)
our love is so comfortable
...and this is how it's supposed to be.
Death in LifeAs he waited for his next piece, listening to the choirDeath in Life7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
he touched the fragile threads that encircled his wrist.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
He had forgotten to take the bracelet off before the concert began.
He began to slip it around his hand.
"It's been such a short time,
but I already love you more than the others."
As he pulled at the strangling weave, he felt the last tiny thread give way
and the circle snapped apart in his hands.
"She's mad at me."
"Because I haven't told you."
He felt breath claw at his throat
as he held the broken pieces.
"I know it hurts.
But this isn't about you."
He closed his eyes
and felt nothing.
ElsewhereElsewhereElsewhere10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes, an empty horizon appears
The waves abandon their fragments of mystery
On the desert shore of a nameless land
Beyond the huge machines on the edge of dreams
Where images and words collide with silence
A spirit falls asleep and fades away
When the symbols veil the sky
When the fossils awake under a different star
The presence of infinity draws lines on the sand
In this world made of zero and one
All is ordered like the dance of dead leaves
Like the colors of a forgotten instant
In this mirror of another universe
Life is reflected in death
Death is reflected in life
When the clouds fade out in the wide
When the eternal is nothing more but the ephemeral
The presence of infinity draws lines on the sand
And time slips away…
And the dream slips away…
And the presence of infinity draws lines on the sand
One day, all will end
It will be time…
Yes, it will be time…