LucyHer eyes lit with hope
The dark oppressing the single flame
Small boots loud on the wooden floor
Quietly making her way through the winding halls
She searches for the one room.
"Nonsense" they told her "Quit lying"
They did not believe her, they did not even listen!
They could no longer be curious
The war had taken their innocence, their childhood
Not her, she would not let go
She would hold on, fight with nail and tooth
She would war with War, and she would win
Her world would be her weapon
She found the doorway
Crept into the thick darkness
No life was thrumming this time
It was just her and the small flame of hope
It was enough to cast a light pallor
Unto the gleaming mahogany
Her breath quickened, her heart stuttered
Her hands shook as she twisted the dull brass
The wood opened before her
A cool breath blew out the flame
Her eyes widened felicitously
Hope thrived in this dark room
She entered the wood
To embrace her innocent destiny
ignorance is a virtueI did not know my glass house wasignorance is a virtue3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in fact a store front window display
where my every action is an advertisement
and my words are to be changed and hung
up and thrown out with every season I grow.
When I was younger, I was not aware that
I was a product, a special commodity to be bought
and paid for with chocolates and unzipped pants, and flowers,
to be programmed with only certain phrases and
preapproved emotions, that I am a fantasy but breathing.
How could I have known my education was to consist
of the equation to finding a man, the art of subtlety, the
science to domesticity, and how to write myself as
a book easy enough to read, but still deep enough
to make the reader feel like a wise man.
That I was to be opened only when needed
and my place was on the top shelf, looking pretty
and unused, because well-worn is not a compliment
as used goods are for people who can't pay full price
and my value is lessened with each mark made.
That I wasn't to be made of stone, that I
it was only a dreamI don't fall in love with people, I fall in love with ideas;it was only a dream3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fall in love with pretty words and
arms around waists,
tears wiped away by thumbs
and kisses on noses and cheeks,
late night joy rides and crude jokes
whispers under sheets and heated yelling
when the day week month isn't going right;
lace and cotton side by side and afternoons grilling
steaks and cold drinks of sweet lemonade,
I love how we can take breaks just because we need to
and then see each other and everything is right and
talking about the moon and the stars and what it means
to be a live and are we soul mates? meeting for the first time
and date nights at taco stands and playing video games in our underwear;
I don't see a problem with any of this, but I don't see any faces either-
I am too full of dreams and not enough courage
To FallTo fall is a thing of horror.To Fall5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
We cannot see where we will land.
So we fear it.
We are strand.
Many fall for love.
Place trust in the other to catch them,
or drop them into the void,
eyes of pity staring from above.
Or will they fall past love.
Wallowing into themselves.
Some see the fall ahead,
and run, and run, and run.
Afraid to feel what it is like
to have the wind flush past them
as they fly helplessly.
revel in the fall.
Embracing the uncertain.
For they understand,
it cannot be controlled.
my father lived in Indiamy father is a man of many colors.my father lived in India4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the nights when the moon stays asleep,
he lotions his palms with pomegranate juice.
the sugared blood pools in the creases of his
skin, staining it India’s red.
sometimes, my father scrubs his hands until
they are nothing but flesh & fruit rinds.
when he was younger—all skinned knees and pocket
knives—he must've slipped on a thousand marbles.
my father’s father was a welder who rolled and spun
steel into tiny spheres.
when he died, my father’s hands became blue and
free of pocket knives. to this day, he keeps a bag
of marbles on our mantle.
from time to time, he shakes the cool metal into
his open palms and waterfalls it back and forth.
see, this is the trouble with blue hands:
they never let go of the things that scar them.
they try so hard to be red again.
my father doesn't like whistling because
an old woman in India told him it was uncivilized.
she perched herself on the edge of the Ganges River
.think i'm mad.2 months ago in Personal More Like This
as a hatter,
i want to sit and
drink tea with the dead
for a while
on a sunday afternoon?
just cos i like to
trace the patterns in
the woodwork on
the table with my fingers
when we're talking,
something has been
and it's us,
with words so well
used that they're now
we can't even tell what
they mean anymore
(still cramming them into the distance though)
I Love YouI don't know you, but I love you.I Love You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
This isn't something you have to do.
I see you staring at that knife,
Thinking about ending your life.
I don't know what's made you bitter,
But please just reconsider.
You are loved no matter what.
No ifs, ands, or buts.
I just want to see you smile.
I know it might take a while.
Remember that someone cares.
I wish that I could be there.
I'll talk whenever you need me,
No matter what it may be.
I may not know what to say,
But I can listen any day.
Just remember you're not alone.
Let my love always be known.
.there are a million different worlds.2 months ago in Personal More Like This
that have been built on top of this one,
and i know this cause they whisper through
the cracks of doors in secret
to each other -
i heard you're never more than six feet
from a rat, eight from a spider and
seventy from the sea, please, don't let
yourself drift any further out from me
(holy ghost, are you flammable?)
She smells like flowersThe young boy just wanted to hold her tightShe smells like flowers2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
As he felt her amber hair flutter about in the breeze
Looks scattered timidly, unrestrained heartbeats faded away
This young adventurer finally found the fragrance he'd die for.
Putrid seas of despair became Twilight's holdings
Here comes victorious Dawn, hammering her flowered flag into
The possessed boy's skull. This new Freedom he was blessed,
Kept running through his mind as if he has lived thousands of lives.
He craved her all night long, a fellow bottle in hand
Waiting made his night last longer than eternal Oblivion
Howling as a lost soul, until he smells her again,
The shy boy was reeked of youth's insouciance,
On his fresh field
radiantI amradiant3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
unrealistic ideologies of an
are toxic; breathing
is a chore. there is
a careful warmth in the
combined effort of
we are the forgotten.
we are the tangled limbs
and childhood stories for
a more sensitive future; we
are the longing, we are
we are measured
in the people we touch;
and I will love you
in the UV light of
hide and seek paranoia.
I love you in the red shimmer
of harbored dreams, I love you
in the industrial gl
we've already said our goodbyesfoolishly lookingwe've already said our goodbyes3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
for traces of me
in every possible
corner of you
A Dangerous ManHe came into town on a cold, dry windA Dangerous Man7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kicking up dust and blowing sand
The sun dimmed for a moment that day
The howling wind seemed to say
“He has the look of a dangerous man”
His eyes were hot and black as ash
Glaring at those whom he passed
A gun at his hip and a hidden knife
Surely he ended countless lives
Whispers rose like the hiss of snakes
“It’s plain to see, anyone can
He must be a dangerous man”
Not a word he spoke as he came through town
His mouth twisted in a constant frown
His footsteps echoed in an empty street
The locals hid when he came around
They closed windows with a tinny creek
Trying to avoid the dangerous man
He checked the inn where he planned to stay
The keeper shivered from his gaze
The man paid up front and spoke no words
That betray the thoughts of a dangerous man
The locals gathered around and spoke in fear
The Sheriff ran to grab his gear
The Pastor called out to his god
They wailed and cried out for a plan
Save us from this dan
AmygdalaHe saysAmygdala3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the secret is the almond
in your brain
you should listen when it screams
to run away
there is nothing
in your ribcage
one half of a clichè.
if I'm made
of bones and chemicals,
cold calculus, or
man of science
tell me why
think away the pain.
Do not be ridiculous,
love was just dark chocolate,
of rancid coffee.
you're so much more than you thinkif you asked meyou're so much more than you think3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would say
four letters that coil
and unwind and
if you asked me
I wouldn't tell you about his
brother he can't live up to
I would tell you
he's been trampled
and treated like everything
less than dirt
to g r o w
under the weight
of backhanded love
he's tried so hard
to be good
to be pure
to be everything
that he never stopped to
he wanted something out this life too
if you asked me
to write about him
I would weave stories out of the lines
on his skin
because there is so much to be said
for the boy
that stopped believing
and no one else
(not even him)
dares say it
if you asked me
I would explain
that he is capable of
if he would believe in himself
(just a little)
if I can go on about him
for thirteen sta
Fallenprove to me where your loyalties lieFallen7 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
what sayeth you, oh traitor of me heart?
where are the gilded words spilling out of your mouth
and the dreams you stole from the divine to give to me?
how far from Olympia you have fallen and
you can't even refer yourself as a disgraced god nor angel bygone
just another stick in the mud to kick around
another damn dog lying down
forgive me, oh master sir
where are my manners?
even kings who lost the crown
have reasons to be feared
but there is no throne
only one angry woman
and a man paying her karma
pretty seconds I have wasted on you
the tendrils of delicate emotions you broke
dear captain, you broke this ship hard upon the rocks
but you will not get me to drown in your petty little pond
you advisers did warn you never liked to listen
some people have it in them to be the ones who always fail
what you were wanting, I do not know
but you won't have a chance for it
forgive me, oh master sir
where are my manners?
even kings who lost the
distantIt's fucking disgusting how some peopledistant2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
talk about me like they know
my every bone crack, my broken heart stories
all the times I turned my voice into a dagger
the crystalline shards cutting through
cheap cloth and soft skin
to find tender veins they can't fully hide
and they make up stories of how
I came to be a rock, and make
me out to be sandstone, leaving
pieces of myself wherever I go,
but I'm obsidian, born from fire and hell
hard and cold and black, and capable of anything
I tell them I'm a star, leagues away
by the time they can see the light,
I've already moved on to my next
life and they'll only have at
most a best guess of the truth
Small TalkIt's dripping with logic and reasonSmall Talk3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the question you let gently drop
onto the table between us,
“So, tell me about your life.”
And I'm watching it carefully
telling myself it won't bite
it's more scared of me than I am
and I can capture it with glass.
And I can't rest the answer there
because it's bigger and scarier
and this one will bite will sink
will tear apart the careful stitches.
It's too big for this table
and I can't put it onto you
so it weighs heavy on my neck
and the silence stretches further.
InsomniacI am the sunInsomniac2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
are the moon:
So when it's 2am
in the middle of the night,
I know why
NightmareFloat into the nightmare,Nightmare3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
An underwater current,
That drags you to the deep.
Live in fear,
Watch your back,
Cry in vain,
You’re here to stay.
Monsters slither in the dark,
Whisper demands and despair,
‘Give up’, they whisper,
You belong to the night,
Your soul is dead,
But you don’t know that yet.
Wither in the dark,
Crawl to the light,
Your blood turns black,
As you face the Pit.
Curses scream at you,
Souls you’ve destroyed,
People left behind,
For your own gain,
What do you have to say?
Bleed out in pain,
The evil you’ve destroyed wants you to suffer,
They feel it only right.
Blind, dark, an innocent soul lost,
Your promise broken,
The one you love suffers because of your ignorance.
Have you fallen into despair yet?
Nightmares have come to life,
Can only go forward,
And hope you live to see the light.
Sacrifices to be made,
Your lifeblood to awaken ancient evil.
Shrouded in mist,
Approach the way out,
Surrounded by enemies,
Who hope for