SorryIt doesn't matter if I've kissed anyoneSorry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Since you've been gone.
And I haven't,
I meant it when I said I wanted
Your lips to be the last ones
Maybe I'm only missing you enough
To make my heart sink.
And I want to be held in arms
That care because I don't
Remember what it feels like.
But I do remember the feeling
Of your hand in mine as we
Fell asleep together.
And I just want you to talk to me.
I want you to smile because of
Something I said, but maybe that's
Too selfish of me.
I was always that way.
I don't know how to live,
There's really no point
When I keep dying every day.
But my lungs keep taking in
The air and I breathe.
Love meThrough silkyLove me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lily-white bones embrace
d e s p e r a t e l y
clawing at each other's
drunk with Isolation
lips blooming like
And they rot so fast!
Crushed by NEED
Blindly dig in flesh
looking for even the smallest
"Proof of Emotion"
But we know
Our blood stopped running
when we put our hearts to sleep.
tell me love is worth nothingbelieve metell me love is worth nothing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm a doctor,
and i'm telling you
and all you have to do
is just believe me,
just run under my skin,
dream of me when you're
awake, when you manage
it won't hurt much
because it's my promise.
just let me eat
at the back of your mind,
be that drum to the beat
of your heart, the whisk
to the rising blood under
your skin, the whine of
your breath, the cry
that pulls your heart down,
that makes your insides turn,
because sleeping is overrated
anyway, and the clefts
in our hands and harsh
grasps are what we've
always needed to survive,
and being in love is the time
when you realize
that's what you've always needed
i'm an author,
and i know words
like i know breathing,
i'll know every word
that'll come out of
all you have to do
is just trust me,
know it's okay to breathe into me,
it's okay to not say
a word, to say everything
it's okay for me
to see your hands wrapped
in mine, you under my skin,
Mommy, why'd you abort me?Dear Mommy,Mommy, why'd you abort me?6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I learned who I was going to be today. You were going to name me Mirabella, the name you had always wanted to give to your baby if you had a girl. You loved the name because it was unusual and you always wanted a daughter who would stand out of the crowd. Id have looked like daddy with my brown hair and blue eyes but I would have had your face. Youd want to spend every moment with me from the minute I was born and I would love you.
On my first day of kindergarten, Id cling to your leg but once you finally pried me off, I would have so much fun at school that Id never want to leave. Id get straight As all through school and Id spend a lot of time reading. That always gave you something to brag about since none of the other kids would ever read. I would have had quite an overactive imagination and you would constantly tell me I should write some of the books that I read.
You and daddy would look so proud on my first day of high school
Left my heart in San FranciscoYou held my hand for nearly the entire week,Left my heart in San Francisco5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
down every street, on the train,
and in the last moments before we fell asleep.
We were in San Francisco,
where no one would find our love strange,
but we were also very young, and
I was just getting used to the freedom
of touching your face whenever I wanted to.
I wish I hadn't been so scared,
I wish I had kissed you more often.
But we were happy.
You bought us a Frank Sinatra CD,
because there was a stereo in our hotel room
and it got quiet at night.
If I had asked you for a dance,
around the bed and by the window,
would you have taken my hand?
I wish I had asked you for that chance.
Neither of us have the rhythm for it,
but we were happy.
Bookstores were irresistible, and I think
we must've visited every one in the city.
My fingers would flit across dusty shelves,
trying to browse through the pages, but
my eyes would meet yours across the distance,
and I would lower my hand to entwine with yours again.
I read you poetry, and I
Tribal Gods Passing on WindIn the forest I built the old manTribal Gods Passing on Wind4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a child; a brown and weary god
which swallows the shadows cast by water
and breathes them out across the curling leaves.
I carved his eyes
from horn and ivory. They gleamed warily
as twin stones dark with slumber, the ice
winding its way through their cracks
only by memory. Their pale moss
fell off in patches.
And his skull, shaken by the birthing
of cold worlds in its sockets,
was thrust into the willow trees
to catch vestiges of falling
but found only blackbirds
and fistfuls of sleep. I grabbed rivers
by their spines and peeled them gently
from the dirt, wrestled their scarred water
with my naked hands, folded them
like the skeletons of hollow stars. I
thrust their roots into the old man's back
as if the waves would churn into wings
that gave way to bodies of bitter light
with the clouds.
A coming storm frothed against the horizon
like the manes of fire-horses. The thunder broke
as it swept through his heart, leaving footprints
UntitledUntitlled.Untitled4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you believe me. When I smile. Or shed my tears.
Maybe when I whisper. Or shout. Even though I tell.
No it's not true.
Why when I'm scared. I laugh the loudest. But whimper behind it.
I trudge through myself being. Alone I question. The mirror. The reflection.
This is not me.
When you smile. I do too. How I hate it.
You have it all. I'm in your shadow. Actually trying. While it gets handed to you.
I try for what?
In this world. The broken hopes. The taped dreams.
The unreliable. How why just go on. But why? How?