Atlantic DreamEvery muscle in my body contracts with pleasure when I think of you.
I want to dance.
I smile and giggle,
my eyes roll far into the back of my head in ecstasy.
I start to shake and I know that
It's you that I want.
Every time you smile, I can see the lines around your lips as if you don't do it often.
You look deep into my eyes,
and I can only look back for a moment before my shy side
makes me to look away.
My voice goes soft and quiet,
I don't know what to say without being myself.
I don't even know you.
Why am I still hooked on you?
Every time I think I have an idea,
Every time I talk to you,
you laugh and smile more.
You're soft with me,
not loud or obnoxious.
And each time I think I might have you,
You twist away hastily in an act of strength,
making me look weak.
End Of The LineIn a departure lounge of splitting souls,End Of The Line5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He gives her one long kiss goodbye
His tearful eyes make a memory,
Of her face, her touch, her smile.
At the door he shoulders a bag,
Which is packed with nothing more
And nothing less, than the memories
That they created that summer.
He turns back at the gate once more,
No longer can he smell her perfume,
And he sees her dry face and open smile,
Scanning arrivals for her next lover.
All I HaveIf I were a musician,All I Have5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would write you a symphony,
play any song you wanted to hear.
If I were an artist,
I would paint your portrait,
draw anything you wanted to see.
If I were a great speaker,
I would praise you to the heavens,
and tell you of my love.
If I were an explorer,
I would travel to distant places,
and bring you tokens of my affection.
If I were able,
Things He Doesn't Tell HerSoft piano-note tearsThings He Doesn't Tell Her5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slide gently down your cheeks
and hair fans over bare shoulders like wings.
My arm extends, an invitation,
outstretched hand falling short.
I cannot cover the distance
of this twin-sized bed,
and we remain floating at the edges,
like uncomfortable strangers.
unravelingmaybe it's becauseunraveling5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wish you'd show up on my doorstep
just so i could feel proud when i realize
i never wanted to see you in the first place
(i wouldn't even bother inviting you in.)
maybe it's because
i regretted those words
as soon as they left my mind
and hit the page
(i'd probably drag you in kicking and screaming.)
maybe it's because
my only redeeming qualities are
being somewhat decent-looking
with a cinched waist and
(the static on the telephone has more presence than me.)
maybe it's because
i've been counting down the
days until summer since september
(told me you loved how i was so damn pale. never told me it was a white lie.)
maybe it's because
i am bones and blood wrapped
in skin but that doesn't make me human
(they say the best definitions are reversible.)
maybe it's because
i was never the same after
my dad killed four of my cacti
the day we left home
(one survived; it's still thriving on the bureau alone.)
how many broken notesshe lost her place in the middle of broken melodies,how many broken notes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your fingers twisted on flattened notes and
she tripped over tritones on your fingerboard when she left.
she was A minor, you were A major,
and her tongue was always [too sharp]
and your palms together were [too flat] and they always slipped.
you couldn't listen,
it hurt your ears when she cried
and you said
"oh please, shush"
and plugged your ears
her feet stumbled on cracked bridges,
snarled tangling strings, and
you said she sang the devil's chorus
when she meant to sing you
a l u l l a b y
she was a dissonance, so restless,
his lullabies had too many
and they clashed,
how many broken notes
can a bar hold?
a reason why i'm draggingi want you to remember me for the birthmark between the zipper of my backa reason why i'm dragging5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
remember how my veins ricocheted against my bones
remember the feeling of my hair under your palm prints like
sand between your toes
under your skin
i want you to remember me for the breath of my heart
and the songs furled in my lungs
remember the sleep in my joints
remember how we rationed our words
so each fell with the faintest sigh
not concrete promises but porcelain ententes
remember the clicks our tired wrists would surrender
the dreams our tired eyes would embrace
i want you to remember me for the things i never had to say
for the lies i never had to confess
remember the caramel whispers i tucked in your pockets
remember the tint of my voice wound round your ear
i want you to remember me for the colony of butter post-its blooming under your bed
each scribbled with
a reason why i'm dragging a pen across this post-it here hiding under your sheets instead of watching crime shows under my own
a reason why i'm
Tired EyesShe twists the showerhead aroundTired Eyes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and leans defeatedly against cold tiles,
letting stinging water
spray across her skin.
Shades of pink and red spread swiftly,
like marks left by angry hands.
She rubs her tired eyes
and stays in the shower
just a little bit longer than usual,
so that you can't tell
if she's been crying.
Her eyelashes bead with water,
and she presses a towel
against her face.
She spends too long
in front of the mirror
and wears sunglasses
when she leaves the house.
sea green, see bluepress seashells to my lips,sea green, see blue5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your hands are like waves against me.
the wind comes in from the ocean, fresh with a song.
it hums in my ears and music catches in my hair.
sea green, i see blue.
i smell the sand and water soaked through my skin,
you've left a piece of yourself in me;
an hour, a day, a week of you and your mystery.
and for ever and forever.
tossed my spirit high, sent it out on a sparrow's wing
so you may catch it and keep it in a bottle when you're away.
well, you have this effect on me-
when you're not here i miss you
and when you're here i miss you too.
sea green, see blue.
i have this dress, it's made of clouds and sky
it's your favorite of mine.
when i move, it rains, rains,
when i dance, it pours.
right down you, it pours.
sea green, i see blue.
float me out to the middle of the ocean
swim me through your waves-
i'll take a deep breath,
suck the water in my chest,
sea green, see blue.
Watching You Fall ApartI wish that my hand did moreWatching You Fall Apart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
than travel aimlessly up and down
the perfect valley of your back;
I wish that it could comfort you.
I want to be able to tell you the truth,
to let sweet words spill out of my mouth;
to tell you what you want to hear.
Say GoodbyeI could throw myselfSay Goodbye5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At your feet,
Talk of love
And beg you, please,
Do what you will
Just don't leave.
I could describe for you
What you mean to me,
Tell you of the life we'd lead.
I could scream and rage
To keep you here,
And hold you tight
My darling dear.
I could threaten
To never leave
So you might as well
Stay with me.
But all these things I will not do,
Because we both know the truth.
So I just keep it all inside,
So that it won't hurt so much
When we say goodbye.
Broken Dance.The first piano chord,Broken Dance.5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So lightly played
I watched your eyes,
As your body swayed.
You took the time,
Counted the beat.
Hips matched mine,
We moved our feet.
As the major fades,
And the minor lifts
You meet my eyes,
Your body shifts.
I see the pain,
The hidden light,
Not always seen
On arpeggio night.
Your lips turn down
And your face grows old,
Your eyes change tone
To silver, and cold.
The Perfect WayI know that you don't have a favourite colour, because you see beauty in absolutely everything. I know how you like your tea in the morning, yet she believes you still can't tell that she puts the milk in first.The Perfect Way5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Right at the moment you think you could love her, she surprises you. With talk of fashion struggles and gossip columns. And "Does my bum look big in this honey?" And you know in your soul, we'd climb the highest mountain together in the poorest clothes, admiring the world in blissful silence.
And when the skies start to fall, she'll be the first to shelter herself from the storm. In more ways than one and the thought often alarms you. You always did and always will want to sit in the rain. But the difference between what you did and what you do has now changed dramatically. You'll convert to the conventional ways of life. Following schedules and playdates, pressed suits and football matches. Peacemaker with an
Kisses and RaindropsIf kisses were raindrops, I'd send you showersKisses and Raindrops5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If hugs were seconds, I'd send you hours
If a smile was water, I'd send you the sea
If love was a poem, I'd send you me.
Searching for ImpossibleGive me a second to clear my vision. Give me a minute to catch my breath. Give me an hour to clear my head. Give me a day to walk among the living. Give me a night to dream about you. Give me a week to think things through. Give me a month to find the words. Give me a year to say them. Give me a decade to look into those eyes. Give me a century to find you. Give me a millenium to love you.Searching for Impossible5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is hard to find,
Especially when your looking.
Ballroom FearsYou are wrapped in whispers,Ballroom Fears5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
such haunting robes,
the perfect suitor to your naked, aching want,
exposed ribs and insubstantial heart
that entices just as it repulses.
Floating secrets are arrayed against
your ethereal features,
dancing around your sharp edges,
and a treacherous look
sits a bit too comfortably in your eyes.
You are fit to bursting
with untold fears,
from the terrifying safety
you secretly crave,
those elegant partners with dark masks.
problem solved without scienceand again i'm empty, butproblem solved without science5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm still here i guess, you won't
tell me why or what i did
so wrong that made
you so mad.
i gave you everything i knew
how but i can't, won't
stop letting you down.
what have i done to you that
was so wrong, it's not my fault
my subconscious wants
to be alone forever i'm just
holding on to life like you
never held me.
now i can't breathe but i'm
not choking. i'm just throwing
everything up against a
life is hard. life has always been
hard, some days are career days and other
might find yourself
crumbling under all the
pressure you've built up by building
now they're collapsing and you're sad.
out of service, out of clothesnot so fun fact #1:out of service, out of clothes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my heart is not fluent in Bullshit.
this is why i feel: disconnected.
dejected. rejected. unexpected.
press 2 for Amnesia; 3 for Truth.
sorry the number you reached is
in hiding. in flames. in love. in
visible. in America, not Fakeville.
please recheck your information,
and dial again. and again. again.
hang up. tear up the power bill.
slam your phone in the wall. four
calls to me is four calls too many.
not so fun fact #2:
it's the first time we've spoken in
YouYou alone make my mind struggle and twistYou5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with all the mind games you pitch.
...making me feel like ball of fire burning
and smoking getting hotter and higher.
you do not seek or care what seems
decent or fair you only strive to singe and
burn my heart that you hear. but even
though I know your tactics it still harms
me to hear the sweetest voice you can
fake just to torture my ears. It pains me
to look , even take just a glance into eyes
that can stare and hold me so fast.
causing my heartbeat to flutter and
beat twice as fast, until it catches on fire
burning to nothing but ash.
lilyat cliff edge my darling dances, tiptoes and windswept honey-gold hair. i say, 'my sweet come to daddy, come here princess, you're scaring me.' but that roar of wind is so loud in her ears she sways and looks upon me a moment like i've been only quiet admiring, never calling. she laps in the taste of salty-wave and sand, and she is magic in all her softness. but she is so close and one toe pushes rock downledge and i'm running, oh dear me, i'm running for my darling on the sea cliff, i'm running and i'm all love for her. for her who is me in those eyes and lips, who is me in those smiles. i'm running and she's stopped, standing with her little lips apart like that, puffy bottom lip dropped and sunshine all sparkly white-blue in her eyes. she's stopped and i cannot, i'm running, i'm running, oh silly me, running downwards towards her on the cliff and i have her in my arms, my fairy princess! my brighter-than-sun darling! we're dancing and then, oh, toes, foot slips, we slip and are falllily6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Good MorningWe are laughing,Good Morning5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
awake with smiles
that slept on our faces
through the night,
with limbs and sheets
all tangled together.
The sun peeks in
through the still open window,
and paints the room
outlining you in purest gold.
Your messy hair
and lazy need-some-coffee smile
are the most beautiful things
I have ever seen.
talking to myselfshe points to her chesttalking to myself5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and tells me about the day
her heart exploded into
psychedelic paint smears that
covered every inch of her life
and she tells me that
it's never worth the trouble.
she tells me that every morning
she feels like an ugly fleeting
image that nobody bothers to
notice and she feels like the
birdsongs that nobody is awake to
hear and she feels like a nobody.
she rests her hand upon her
head and tells me about the
ghosts that haunt her brain and
the time that monsters used their
hands to cover her eyes and
the time her voice left her.
i started to cry.
she put her hand to my face
and her touch felt like
she tells me that she will be okay.
i tell me that i will be okay.
hoping for a chance to hope.dear you-don't-even-know-who-i-am,hoping for a chance to hope.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i hope you read this, and if you do, i hope you know exactly what it's about. i hope you look at each syllable and know it's for you in the same way you know the ocean's salty and the sky isn't always blue and how hearts are made for breaking [gravity]. i hope each word burns like swallowing the sun, but i hope after the burn subsides, the warmth steals across your lungs until you're your own secret star. i hope you glow as brightly.
i hope you look at this and somehow see art instead of disaster, look beyond the scribbled out words and ink splatters and see exactly what i'm trying to say. i hope reading this somehow takes the strange out of strangers. i hope after you read it, the landscape of my ribcage will be as familiar as the one of my heart and you won't be afraid to embrace either. i hope now i've opened this door, you aren't scared to walk through it.
and i hope my hopes haven't frightened you, i hope they haven't appeared too large or too da