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.
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.
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.
hollowfalling in lovehollow4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is like plucking ribs, and
each time you've fallen
you're another bone closer
to cardiac arrest
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?
scared and alone.look bitch,scared and alone.5 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
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.
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 goes4 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
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)
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.
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
salt.she has tiny bird bones and her skin wraps around her like seran wrap. she shivers in the summer and her mother is there to remind her that this is no way to live. at dinner she eats until she wants to burst. she keeps the salt underneath her bed and pours it into her water bottle. it's taking longer for her to make the monsters leave her body.salt.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but don't worry, they always do.
her fingers shake while opening her locker, what did she have for breakfast again? wheat toast with jam - 85 calories, one piece of juicy fruit - 5 calories. the students watch her walk, a picture of shattered glass, but she's not concerned because a size 2 drowns her, and that's more than those other bitches can say.
the others cringe as she changes for gym.
she pulls at the translucent skin on her arm, following the vein down into her wrist. it's blue like t
Day Sixi. You know that you are a replacement, but you are also irreplaceable.Day Six4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I wonder if you will one day realize that while I may be all that you want,
I am really nothing that you need. But until that moment, I'll try to love
you the way you deserve. I think you deserve only the best, and I'm really
not it, but you're stubborn and refuse to see reason. And somehow I like that.
ii. You love me in a fashion that is far more than brotherly. I wonder if I
don't appreciate that sometimes. It gives me a sense of self-worth. I don't
know what I would do if I let you love me the way you want to.
But I'm afraid. You know that I'm afraid. You love me anyway.
iii. You give awful advice but speak perfect truths. Winnowing the chaff
is my job and I am not perfect. I make mistakes. We both do. Sleeping
around doesn't fix us on the inside, but it feels good. You are the only
person who will never hate me, and sometime
true or falsetruetrue or false4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way you ran your fingers through my hair and smiled down at me as i lay my head in your lap and asked you what the hell we were doing. and you said you didn't care cause i was beautiful.
when you rolled your eyes at my concern as you shed your coat distractedly onto the rumpled but unused bed and asked me what it mattered if you came home one night because it wasn't like we were serious or anything.
when you set your bow to the strings of your violin and leaned into me as you played. and the chords and notes and beautiful, deep, rich harmonies flowed in and out of our consciousness and painted an intricate pattern of love and trust and longing onto the blank and fading canvas of my soul.
a year later you came home with the money in your pocket and tear tracks half hidden by shaggy dark hair and you muttered something about not having time to practice anyway.
i laughed and hung back and made excuses about how i hadn't danced in years, never mind in the mid
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.
FirstsI had sexFirsts5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the first time
on a Sunday
ate away the blinds
and snake-lines of light
at undone corners.
I remember less of you,
and more of me,
in yellow sheets
how you kept mumbling
questions and I
are so much less vivid
than the sense
that I was shedding
So that later
in the bathroom,
I saw myself,
twisting my hipbones
shelves that I could
rest my elbows on.
I was nineteen
two times my weight,
welding my bones
made me feel
ten years less lonely.
epinephrineIt's the fight-or-flight response, you told me, the world around us brush with dragonflies.epinephrine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's acute stress. You come back & the colors are brighter, and seeing you in the enhanced light replaces my blood with fear. A rush like anaesthesia falls, flooding my feet, forcing me to flee. Maybe it is love that paralyses me. My only protection from you is the hope that a few words can change a few years. A tangle of emotion & manipulated cliches, farewells & blase excuses.
Hyperarousal, you said. You are the same yet I never know you; your thoughts are diseased hearts beating out of rhythm & the mystery of it all is how you managed to cut my wings so short. I will fly from you & scale mountains, soar over frigid waters, just to meet you again each night in timid corners of dreamscapes. I can't escape your memory or what it's done to me.
Keep all the pretty words I wrote for you, I want their meanings back.
not writing about youi wanted to write something about the feeling i got in the pit of my stomach when i thought of you. that warm, tingling, happy sensation when someone said your name. dimples came out from hiding and i flashed my smile to the world even though i think it's wrong and crooked (you said it was adorable and addicting).not writing about you4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
i wanted to write about how my words stumbled out the same way i stumbled across the room to talk to you the first time; awkward, half drunk, totally in love. the words i wish i could say to you felt like tongue twisters so all i got out were little noises that animals make like 'mew', and 'eep' and 'love me, love me, love me'. i promise my thoughts were so much prettier than the silly words that fell out of my mouth and one day i will write them down because little black drops of ink are more coherent than the noises i make.
i wanted to write about your eyes and your smile and the freckle behind your ear. about sunny days and long walks. about hand holdi