MemoryWe were children,
Playing as children do.
Sneaking letters across rumbling classrooms,
And gently teasing
As friends do.
We were children,
Playing tag as children do:
Brushing lightly and giggling softly,
And playing hearts
As innocent lovers do.
We were children,
Loving, though not in love.
Sharing shy kisses of affection
And loving each other
As friends do.
We are grown
And grown apart.
But I love you still.
And I always will.
Dirty LaundryLoading up the washing machine, and my mind is sprawling around in several destinations far from this cramped room. I spritz my clothes- no, actually I drench them with that spray- the kind that's supposed to work miracles on any stain before the affect fabric even goes in the washer. This was my favorite shirt. My favorite shirt. I'm just not thinking today, am I?Dirty Laundry3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The cotton feels good on my fingers, even though I'm stuffing it roughly into the machine. And all the towels...I didn't learn it until I'd moved out, but Mom was right: washing towels and clothes in the same load led to an outright ungodly amount of lint stuck in everything. I pause. Do I really want to do two separate loads?
Yeah, why not? Water begins to fill up, and I'm dousing it with that lovely detergent that smells so good and pure.
I sit down opposite the machine and just stare at it for a while. It rumbles pleasantly, numbly, and my mind drifts. What a nice sound, surely one could just meditate with i
Breathe.One. Two. Three. Four. Five.Breathe.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Inhale. Hold your breath. Exhale.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Inhale. Hold your breath. Exhale. Eyes focused on his chest.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Hands crossed as if you were praying.
Inhale. Hold your breath. Pinch his nose. Lock lips. Exhale.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. "Don't give up on me now!" Dizzy feeling.
Inhale. A tear falls. Hold your breath. Muffled cry. Exhale.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Shoulders in agony."Please! Breathe!"
100ThemesChallenge - Two RoadsYou are well within your rights, at any moment, to stand up and say, "No, this is not who I am. I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone I'm not."100ThemesChallenge - Two Roads3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You can make the world more beautiful by simply refusing to lie about it.
Tin ManYou're slick in my veins, andTin Man3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Slick on my skin
And boy, you move so smooth
For a man made out of tin
The curving of your lips
When they travel down my spine
The warm acceptance of your arms
And how our fingers intertwine
Yes, you're so slick
And so eager to please
And I'm so young
And so easy to tease
It's not hard to make me shiver
Tracing my skin beneath your thumb
Your real art is wrecking me for others;
Their soft caresses leave me numb
Oh yes, my slick tin man,
You got me where it hurt
Make me wonder endlessly
While I'm lying in the dirt
Wonder what it is in you
That keeps you seeming sweet
Wonder how, if you're so heartless,
Your chest still has a beat
The gentle words I slipped into
Were lines from a mouth that plays
And the beat I once thought I heard
Was the trick of a body that preys
So, tell me, tin man
How it feels to take a heart
Hold it beating in your hand
Make it stop and help it start
Is it familiar to you yet,
What a pleasure heartbreak is?
Or is the only thing you re
ApologiesHow many times do I have to say I'm sorry?Apologies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How many times will it dribble from my mouth,
Slide down my lips and collect on the floor
Before you believe me?
Before I believe me?
"Don't apologize" is easier said when
You can't see the mistakes underneath
After a while, you give up saying it
Because it's not your mantra
1: Introduction"Your name?"1: Introduction3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"German father, American mother."
"None. I am a single child."
The cold eyes of the gray coated man rest on my face, his pen hesitating on the paper. I shrink under that gaze, fearing it for some reason and yet . . . I still want to pass this test. This simple little test and I don't know why it's so important. In fact, now that I think about it, I don't even know where I am . . . who was this man again? He taps the pen on his tablet, sighs, and scribbles something down before continuing.
"Um . . ."
Those sharp eyes return and he lowers his pad and pen, gazing at me curiously. My heart races and I gaze down at my legs . . . bare legs . . . I come to realize I'm not wearing anything and then remember with fleeting panic that I think I answered the question wrong.
"Are you feeling drowsy, Amber?"
My brain quits working
IncubusI thought incubi were mythIncubus3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And demons just absurd
I thought romance a dull notion
And love is just a word
But you froze me with a look
Silenced me with a kiss
And all the heartache I have known
Seems a sinful sort of bliss
Beware of the thieves who come at night
Beware of the arms that hold you tight
My incubus, my heroin
I close my eyes and you transform
I wish I'd known before we touched
It's Hell that keeps your arms so warm
But Hell is so inviting
With eyes as sweet as yours
And I love the fire within you
When it's shooting through my pores
Beware the dreams that you hold close
It's these dreams that hurt the most
It's not your hatred that I fear
It's your indifference that I mourn
The apathy you show for me
Makes me long so for your scorn
At least then you'd give me passion
And not merely a passing glance
At least I would have earned a thought
Instead of never having a chance
She Cries ContentI am countingShe Cries Content7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
wishing wells, practicing
my thesis for every shooting star
in my mirror.
I have to admit, I
don't know what I want,
so I paper-punch holes in your
sky to replace the supernovas I
stole. I needed them
We are unsure,
perforated lovers at perpendicular
angles. All our reasons are
agree that we probably
shouldn't observe them.
I find it funny
that Euler's formula was considered
a jewel when it fails
to count our
cruel edges and
double-faces. I can't use
numbers to solve our mystery,
a still painting of
blindness. You see me
as on a distinct, separate path,
whereas I am...
bendy and neither here nor there, in the
I am omnipresent in my aspirations.
I am the essence of the
New York skyline,
and you are my ferry that leaves
and then snaps back like
a rubber band.
As long as you exist,
I can be content.
Let's not observe what's in that
A Winter PoemA Winter Poem1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a poor champion
for this summer-born body,
Yet ,I know his chill kiss
sires the green of spring.
January is the cruelest month.
I have been a fool.
He loves me not.
I love him still.
� L. L. Kelly 2012
You'll Think of MeI like to pretendYou'll Think of Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you still listen
To each word I choose
With careful precision,
Harboring them in your heart,
For a less complicated tomorrow.
Little Green MonsterThere was a little girlLittle Green Monster3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With a very little heart
And a fragile little body
Always falling apart
In the very little heart
Deep inside this little child
There was a creature growing
A villain oft reviled
This creature features heavily
In many a sorrowful verse
It ruins the very best of men
Imagine what it does for the worse
And it grew inside this little girl
Creeping slowly through
And once she realized what it'd done
There was nothing she could do
Her little heart no longer pumped
With blood of a rosy red
Green film coagulated in her veins
And poisoned her young, pretty head
And the little green monster
Finally took blackened root
A venomous flowering tree
A seed of pains acute
Deep inside this little girl heart
Was planted the seed of envy
From there it soared to great heights
A weed turned deadly frenzy
The blessed priest could not save her
And the shrewdest gardener could not uproot
The thorny growth which consumed her
And from which bloomed withered fruit
From her jealousy there ca
She Was a Stormcloudshe was a stormcloud, and you loved her,She Was a Stormcloud2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the two of you took walks and wore
nothing but promises,
broken chains and
strands of pinkish pearls.
and the two of you kissed under trees that attracted silver lightning
(metal branches scraped the sky, and you, always faithful,
tipped your coat over her head to keep her dry.)
but she never stayed that way.
in an instant, she had whirled into the rain
and danced without clothes,
and she left you
with the pain of frostbite on your naked skin
where you trusted her to kiss you warm,
and you thought you heard her laughter
when the sun came out again the next day,
and the next.
she was a stormcloud, and you loved her,
and you didn't know it at the time but
(and they never
I don't know howI could count eighty seconds in a minuteI don't know how2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just seeing you
and they were not enough.
I could look into your eyes more than
a mother could look at her children
and it was not enough.
I could write seventy poems about your smile
and they were not enough.
I'm afraid you laugh.
I'm afraid you lie.
I've been waiting for this for long.
I've tried to show you my heart, my dreams, my soul,
I don't know what else to do.
I don't know how to say it.
I don't know what word to use.
But if you don't love me,
I can't do much.
If you don't feel the sun each time I say your name,
then I can do nothing.
If you think I'm just a friend,
then I can't insist.
I really believed you thought of me
everytime I had to go.
I really thought you needed me so much when you cried,
when I stroked your cheeks.
I thought you were my soulmate,
my dream, my girl, my all.
I might say sixty times 'I love you'
and you wouldn't move a finger for me.
I might give you the sky
and you wouldn't fly over my clouds.
When the moon fell downI'm the sun,When the moon fell down2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so strong and powerful,
ready to give life,
ready to speak,
ready to call,
ready to sing,
ready to love.
I'm the sun in love wiht the moon.
The glorious, magnanimous,
My rays can touch your face, my dear,
but it seems you need more.
My arms can hug you,
but it seems you need more.
My lips can burn your breasts,
but it seems you need more.
I thought I had you.
I thought you liked my beauty.
I thought we'd meet in the morning.
I thought you needed me.
I thought you felt me.
I thought you cried for me.
I thought I was yours.
I thought you believed me.
Now your voice stopped saying my name.
Now your hands can't stroke my hair when I sleep.
Your heart is far,so far from me.
And I'm far from you,
but I never left,
I never quit.
I never put my heart in other hands
'cause you were my life,
You were my soul, you were my eyes,
a lovely dream,
You meant everything to me,
each day, each night,
each word I say was so true.
A blind loveA pure heartA blind love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so far from here
and so close.
A beautiful life
to shine and shine
And I'm without you
but you're with me.
A big sun above my head
and my eyes can't see.
Let me imagine the shape of your cheeks.
Let me imagine the colour of your teeth.
Show me how I can live in a world without rainbow.
Teach me how to love something I don't know.
Just my hands stroking your forehead
and my fingers touching your lips can tell me about you.
Your hair is so soft,
it feels like the water of the sea kissing my legs.
There is no day or night to me,
Everything is just ...grey?
Only the sound of your voice
calms down my anxiety to see you,
my anxiety to live.
Your hands on my face tells me how pretty you are.
Your body warming my heart says how much you love this blind man.
Your eyes...your eyes, I can't talk about them
But I guess they're just wonderful
like a kind of Heaven waiting for me.
If my soul knew what is red or blue
I'd paint you in each centimeter of my skin.
If your tears had a colour
...and so i gave you thisyou asked me for a poem....and so i gave you this5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes i fall in love with words
and wish that words
would fall for me.
you want a poem? how about the darkness of the morning
when the sun still rubs the night from his eyes,
the dew on the grass and how your feet jump from the itch.
how about the laughter of a creek or the roar of the ocean,
there, that's a poem.
you want a poem?
ask me about watermelon kisses
or how a blackberry whispers love to the backs of my teeth.
ask me how my lips know every curve of my knees
and my spine knows the unyielding wall,
ask me about sunsets and the giants who paint them,
who gave the frog his croak, and why,
why the ravens never seem to cackle
on those dark and maddening nights.
how about the way the muse and i do things
that make her a saint and i a sinner?
how about the soft hiss of my breath when my mouth falls open,
the crust that sleeps in my eyes until i scrape it away.
this too is a poem.
you asked for a poem?
the way honey drips off a spoon,
Smiley ManThere are those stories in the papers where a person has died and their pets have eaten their faces off, and everyone's always so disgusted by the dear trusted pet eating their owner, (how can you blame the animal? It's efficient.) Sometimes the owner isn't actually dead, they've just passed out, so they wake up and have no lips, and they look like they're grinning. Like a skull.Smiley Man4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My childhood Smiley Man was like that, but no eyelids either. He looked like a skull, in that way, except he had eyes and there was skin on his face, just not over his teeth. And all he ever did, really, was chase. So I'd run, and I'd think I'd have got away, but he had long fingernails, so he could just scratch me, rip my clothes. Seemed perfectly natural, then.
I'd go to the closet to get my coat and stand on a box, because I wasn't tall enough, and I'd think I see him, but he was just something out of my dreams, my own, slightly sicker Bogey Man. The Smiley Man. Sounds like a clown. It's always the childish
I Am Someone To HateDo you know who I am? Do you think that my soul is calm as you say? A tame mare you can bridle. A sight for eyes that searched too long? Another pretty face, to recall at the late hours of the night?I Am Someone To Hate4 months ago in Emotional More Like This
No. I am no princess from your fairy tales. I am no damsel in your accursed, grey, towers.
No. I am nothing like it.
I am the chill down your spine, colder than the winter months. I am the monster under your bed, naught but pale bones and empty eyes. I am the ghost that haunts you, dead and hungry for more death. I am all the things you hide from. I am something to fear. Something to hate.
I am the force behind the dark that keeps you awake. The one that keeps you still as you pray to god that it passes and doesn’t see you. The next time you call me beautiful think of every shadow that has touched you in your dreams.
Run from me, boy. Forget you ever saw me. Lie down and hate the day you heard my name.
I am no calmer than the height of the storm. The raging winds have
Once Upon This WorldOnce upon this world, I was asleep. Asleep and content, blissful unawareness had overtaken me and I loved it. Once upon this world I saw what I wanted, however briefly, it was no less mine. Once upon this world, there was nothing that could make me happier than time cast into oblivion carelessly abandoned in the ether. Once upon this world, I woke up.Once Upon This World1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Letter to a MomI still remember your hand stroking my face.Letter to a Mom2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I still remember when you laughed hard.
I remember you singing those old songs.
You washed my face when I fell down.
You told me how to pray.
You knew me well.
You called me 'son'.
I remember you getting angry,
I remember runing away,
I remember those bad days,
When we were so poor,
When Dad was not there,
When you cried,
When you kept silence,
When we needed a home.
You never liked my girlfriends,
You never liked my friends.
You said they were bad guys.
You said drugs were not good.
I knew I was rebel.
I knew I made u feel sad.
Sometimes I just didn't understand life.
Sometimes I needed my dad.
And you suffered.
I remember the colour of our walls.
I remember that old table where we talked,
the day I left you,
the day I lost you,
The day I failed you.
The day I broke your heart.
You cried when they caught me.
You cried when they called me guilty.
You kept silence when u saw me with those orange clothes,
with a whisperthis is how we rule the world,with a whisper11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the forgotten, lobotom-ised,
of a long lost dystopast.
not with a SHOUT,
we do not argue.
we do not even unsheath
we whisper in your children's ears
the memories of what should have been.
the life we all crave.
the death we all crave.
WE do not discriminate
our opinions onto others
pressing the side of the blade
down onto the flesh
all are bitten
with the fever of our belief.
this is how we rule the world,
we tell stories,
we incite a generation
with their own scar/r/ed lungs
with a whisper.
Love, the DiseaseWhat doctor or healer would understandLove, the Disease3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I came to them and offered my hand
And told them your touch was deadly to me
And begged of them, "Tell me what you see"?
They wouldn't see the cancer growing within
They wouldn't see your nails slipping under my skin
They wouldn't see the invasion of every cell
And they would never see where the real troubles dwell
'Cause it's true when they say that love's a disease
But it's never been one to be cured with ease
My desires might not be exactly obscene
But truth be told, I still need a vaccine
If a doctor could bring calm to my sleepless heart
If what I have now could be explained on a chart
But you're the only one who controls this beat
X-Rays and injections just couldn't compete
If only this was something I could medicate
If only I knew that somehow you could relate
But for tonight I'll just pray for a cure
Because I've finally found a pain I couldn't endure.
23. CatA cat goes missing23. Cat3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because her sister has passed
And she has nothing left to hug
The Hollow CityI've got this feeling like I want to dance in falling ash. I want to revel in the rotting softness of it against my skin, in the morbid beauty of death. I want to lie down and make an angel in the remains of a once great city. I want to be alone in the ruins. I want to run through abandoned streets I own because no one else will have them. I want a broken place to hang my head and hide a smile because I know, eventually, the whole world will come to this.The Hollow City3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This