The Mermaid's Song.Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray,
Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay,
Conversing with a bouncing lass, who seemed to be in pain,
Saying, William, when you go, I fear you will ne'er return again.
His hair it does in ringlets hang, his eyes as black as soles,
My happiness attend him wherever he goes,
From Tower Hill, down to Blackwall, I will wander, weep and moan,
All for my jolly sailor bold, until he does return.
My father is a merchant the truth I will now tell,
And in great London City in opulence doth dwell,
His fortune doth exceed ₤300,000 in gold,
And he frowns upon his daughter, 'cause she loves a sailor bold.
A fig for his riches, his merchandize, and gold,
True love is grafted in my heart; give me my sailor bold:
Should he return in poverty, from o'er the ocean far,
To my tender bosom, I'll fondly press my jolly tar.
My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May,
And oft we have wandered through Ratcli
Lovely Creatures: MermaidsThere was a story of mermaids.Lovely Creatures: Mermaids4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They ate people.
They dragged their victims to the bottom of the sea.
They tore them apart.
And then they ate them.
The definition of a mermaid is horrible, they're cruel creatures.
Yet they're beautiful.
Lovelier than the most beautiful flower, skin softer than a baby's bottom, eyes that draw their victims in to love them, hair like crusading silk, and long fish tails that memorize the ones who look upon them, all the colors of a rainbow.
They're so very lovely.
How could a man not fall for one of these creatures?
You never look upon her.
Wake up, Beautiful.Do you know how hard it is to just sit byWake up, Beautiful.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And watch you screw up your life?
So why don't you see that?
how it goesthis is how it goes; you meet a boy and you think he's cute and you hope that maybe someday you will kiss the nape of his neck. the ache grows inside of you like a tumour, you feel it pulsing every single day and there is a piece inside of you that hopes he likes you back.how it goes3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
then you start to doubt it, you start to think you're ugly and your chubby and your clothes aren't pretty, but then you realize if you want him to like you, you have to like you as well. so you start to like yourself more, you're happier and you think he likes you back, which makes everything so much better.
one day he walks you to the bus and you wonder how time managed to put you here, and you see his lips moving but all you hear is the sound of your heart hammering. you agree to go on a date with him, and you try hard not to maul him when you hug him goodbye. you sit on the bus smiling and miss your stop, but it's alright, because it's a breathtaking day.
things are beautiful for a long time, trees look like they
What cheaters taste like.Your kisses taste filthyWhat cheaters taste like.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because I know my lips
Aren't the only ones
You've placed yours on.
Your touch feels infected
Because you enjoyed her skin
More than my own.
Your words sound corrupted
Because you whispered the same line
Over and over in her ear while you
Kissed the skin you chose over mine.
liminal.they are a cardboard family.liminal.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her dad is a couch
sitting quietly watching
her mother is a bee
from place to place, never quite
settling down long enough
to complete a simple task.
her brother is an open book
sitting on a glass table
that no one ever
takes the time to read.
she sits in her room,
trying to figure out
what she is.
she doesn't know yet,
but she thinks
maybe she wants to be
more than just cardboard.
she wants to bathe in puddles
without melting like chalk.
she wants to hold the world
in her teacup and drink it
and have little people living
inside her, so they'll climb
into her heart and turn it on
so it works the right way.
they are a cardboard family
in a paper town.
For a DateI would like to go somewhere where I could hear you talk,For a Date4 years ago in Be a Spark Challenge More Like This
Hear you tell me everything that ever mattered to you,
And if you enjoy making out under the moonlight,
I would then like to ask you to do it again.
I would like to cuddle your hand to my chest,
Curl your hair around my sleeves,
Wipe the snow from your eyes,
And flower that little smile to soften your lips.
And I love to feel your soft lips on me,
Emotions behind everything you whisper in my ears,
Happiness in every one of your silly smiles,
Touching the spark in me that is now completely yours.
the success storyyou are a success storythe success story5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
ended on a page of gold
and even if you don't have a final word,
we'll let it be your deepest breath.
you take my voice
between your teeth
and speak for me,
through chicken scratch poetry
on the back of grocery lists and receipts,
through my cursive O's attempting unity
with all the other letters in my last name.
and for all I know,
for all I know,
I am a chartless continent
still clinging to Pangaea
in an Atlas.
I am converged words
and their ink
in your favorite book,
and I still aspire
to take you to a paper castle
on the last page.
and yes, you are blindfolded glory,
but the wealth of sunlight falls across
your vision in all its worth.
you are strength walking backwards,
and still you're the person I see
being whatever and whoever you desire
and remembering every name they give you.
you are the success story
told as if a fairytale
because you let down your hair
and then send it away to chilly nights.
you lose glass slip
burning the burned,maybe, just maybe she wasburning the burned,4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
too busy building the stars
that she forgot to notice the
storm brewing beside her wings.
did she forget to put out her cigarette?
every choiceif you were to look in aevery choice4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mirror and see every choice
you have ever made;
would you be happy with them,
or would you close your eyes,
right away ?
syntheticthey won't let me slip my tiny toessynthetic4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath the waves, they won't let me
beneath the surface,
sliding through water as if i were drifting through glass.
they won't let oceans wash above
they won't let schools of fish pick the thoughts from my bones.
they won't let the roar
wash the nightmares from my mind.
they will let
shafts of sunlight sear my skull,
let its rays swim across my irises.
i wish it pierced my skin instead.
They won't let me
paint with metal bristles that glint
like fish scales,
they won't let me smear
the aurora across my arms -
upside down, dipped in hell.
they won't let it
tumble like a waterfall over the edge of the earth.
and they won't
i'm fallingyet they don't catch me either.
(drugs won't let me drown)
reticentno one seems to realizereticent4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i don't talk enough.
i could talk mountains
rivers and lakes
canyons and forges
i could talk cliffs
and you back from one
i could talk the way
tape screeches when
it is pulled apart
i could talk red skies
and bleed history
taste music and
i could breathe silence
and hold sound,
cup my ear to the streets
and hear the sea.
to hell with you, tooforever is taking too longto hell with you, too4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my heart is rusting over like iron oxide
coating steel and i can't remember the last time it beat
and he says it didn't hurt andyou'd nail yourself to a tornado, darlingand he says it didn't hurt and4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tie yourself up in the waves and tell yourself that
it's just water
it won't hurt you
you popped the discs in your spine and twisted your shoulder
back and back and snapping
click your tongue and your fingers and your camera
photoflash and lick
biting the dry skin from your lips and pressing it against his
you'd press yourself close only to
tear it away
why on earth did you decide that a recovering addict was a good person to love?
when did you start to think that the bass beat of your feet
and the revolution in your eyes weren't addictive? stupid
they could bottle you and you'd have them dead by sunset
pull your sleeves down and pretend you don't miss it
push your head up and face their eyes and promise that you meant it
that you broke that heart in boredom and danced on that grave
tell them how you burned that rope bridge and it's over now
it's all in the past
you tie your hair up in that same rope and face away
from the mi
scared and alone.look bitch,scared and alone.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm running from my
problems again, which
means i'm running
from you, and i can't
because i am a
always loved to remind of
someone asked me what
ever happened to you any
way and i told them you
drowned in the oil spill on
your last vacation you spent
with him and not me.
hello you ignorant little slut,
i guess this is a letter and i'm filleting
up my wrists again i guess i'll send you
a picture of the finished product and
you can point and laugh because you
only wanted me because i'm the honest
caring type who gets used because he
pays for everything. now i'm homeless
and you're a wellknown gold-digger.
i would've died for you.
wouldn't even have bought me lunch.
you don't even have a name anymore.
so just get the fuck out
of my life so i can watch
you go up in flames, or
down rather since that's
where you were headed
when i got out, and now
i'm seeing i got the better
end of the deal because i
don't have to deal wi
Pathological Lies Of The HeartMy heart whispers sweet lies to mePathological Lies Of The Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I've learned to no longer listen.
Mute the volume
Switch the channel to avoid a scary scene.
Is it over yet?
This is about the time I'd glance back--
so anxious to find out what happens next.
Only to witness the most gruesome part.
Because maybe just maybe
My heart could be telling the truth.
i am writing i am living.I am writing this poem to see if I cani am writing i am living.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
without your puny little words
t r i c k l i n g
down my neck
I am writing this poem because I am
so goddamn sick
of your icy eyes and your
wide nose and your
ugly skin and ugly all-the-rest-of-you
I am writing this poem for your
unsure smile, your hazel eyes
the thoughts you hide
I'm writing this poem because it's
3 AM and I'm fucking
losing it, man
I'm writing this poem because I feel like it.
i will teach you how to mourn.my mouth has neveri will teach you how to mourn.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to swallow the brittle edges
of a prayer,
never felt its walls rubbed raw
by cold stones that swell with grief
against my teeth like
some foreign bird. but victor,
i would learn the tongues of
a thousand gods
if it would make me believe
that you are a little
happier in death.