Falling Apart To Be RebuiltI fall apart every time we meet.
It's a slow break.
It's starts with my hands and feet.
I cannot make one more mistake.
I'll never be without it again.
Pain was too much of a word.
Hate was even less.
Anguish and loathing.
I saw what I never wanted to see.
I was what I never wanted to be.
Alone and lost.
Surrounded and cast aside.
Surfacing only in the ebony tide.
So I'll raise my fist.
And bellow a cry such has never been heard.
For hell stands in my way.
But I will fight for who I am each day!
ColdLove is cold, it does not careCold2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you, in curt contentment wear
A shine about your eyes or 'stead
A baser element of dread.
It might be wrong, it might be fair,
But love is not adept to care.
For in the name of love we weep,
And in the name of love so deep,
To prudence we become immune,
We foolishly invoke the moon.
We call on sprites, we lose concern,
We never hark, we never learn.
In fact if one were pressed to choose,
The lovers' story offers clues;
As boundless histories can tell
It's love that casts that violent spell
And causes man to abjure sense
Replacing it with folly hence.
If love could turn it might have seen
It right to spare the awful sting
Of Romeo's accursed blade
Or check the journey Orpheus made.
Instead ill-fated love remains
And curses martyrs to its chains.
And seldom since man first breathed air,
Has e'er there been a blessèd pair.
For love has stung much more than heal'd
And still exalted we would wield
It as a cause or as our fare;
Though love is cold, its
math.People are like advanced algebra,math.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you can no longer simply solve for x, you
have to simplify to the best of
your ability. And see, I've
never been good at variables. When
it's suddenly not as easy as 1 + 3 = 4.
Rational vs. Irrational
Real vs. Imaginary
Suddenly there is
more than one way to get to the
conclusion. You have to combine like terms,
but honey, you were always (a) and I was always (b)
and the sick thing is we'll never be more than (a)(b).
Binomials turning into polynomials,
and you don't remember who is
squared, and who is cubed. Why
can't we all just be ^1? I'm
begging you, solve this problem
for me, let me look in the back of the book,
at least all the odd questions are there. I don't want
to show my work, I don't even want to
work. Why do I need this skill anyway?
How will knowing that anything
to a zero power is one--and how so damn
true that is--help me in everyday life?
Please don't tell me that
a2 + b2 = c2 is the same for every
right triangle when all I ever see
a hungry love poemyour hair reminds me of pastaa hungry love poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because it looks like angel hair spaghetti
though i am not sure if that is what it tastes like
and i do not want to know
hair seems a rather strange thing to eat
along with your hair
have the same colour as chocolate
the good kind
your eyes are shaped like almonds
to which i am slightly allergic
at least i do not break out in a rash
every time i look into your eyes
because then i might have to make you were sunglasses all the time
and people would look at you strange
and i would have to tell them that every time i look into your eyes
my eyes get all red and puffy
and i break out in a slight rash
i do not think they would believe me
but then again
i do not really blame them
i would think the same
your hands are soft
like a soufflé
though they are not as delicate
at least not that i know of
because they do not collapse when i touch them
or intertwine our fingers
and when we hold hands for too long
they become like maple syr
Pretty Women++I want a lipstick smile,Pretty Women++3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not a blood-stained one.
And wide hips, a fleshy chest,
not a lanky box.
Long hair I can tie up
don't forget that smooth skin
I want to trace little hearts in
with my fingertips.
An angel that's not only
fragile as ceramic, but
hard as a rock, not easily
broken if I get too rough.
Someone who will moan
my name like silk, pant into
my ear, forehead dampened with
sweat that I drew with
my shaky hands.
himher swear love to
me like a delicate flower
that isn't afraid of snow.
71. The True YouI saw a girl today.71. The True You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She didn't look too happy,
so I told her "Hello," and smiled widely at her.
She nodded, her expressionless eyes staring at me.
Her emotion didn't change,
but that is because you cannot change what is not there.
I asked the poker-faced girl who she is.
She shook her head.
I asked her if she knew how to talk.
I asked her if she wanted to talk.
She shook her head again.
I held out my hand.
She mimicked me.
I gently grabbed the girl's hand.
It was cold and almost lifeless, just like her eyes.
I asked the girl her name.
She had the same name as me.
We walked through the park, me asking questions and her not answering any of them.
Not with words.
She spoke instead with nods, shakes of the head, and gentle hand squeezes.
I didn't get to know her very well.
She whispered "Good bye" all of a sudden, leaving me to assume that she was going to leave.
I nodded and tried to let go of her hand.
But our hands were stuck together,
She was holding on tight
I looked up at
Not My PrincessI thought you were her.Not My Princess4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She's in another castle.
You're not my princess.
Cursed GoldThe world has many secretsCursed Gold3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That are not often told:
Hidden in the jungles deep
Is the Mayans' guarded gold
And though the Mayans long lay dead
Felled by ancient foes
Something stirs in their hallowed halls
Where the blood-red flower grows
For those that wraught the mystic gold
Bestowed power in its make
So in the temple thieves would find
Two paths that they could take
Not paths of stone, nor dust, nor brick
But those within the heart
For the gold can grant the world peace
Or tear it all apart
And so the temple gods replaced
A beast of their design
Within the walls of crumbling stone
To protect the gold divine
Its eyes are wide, but blind by day
Its jaws a massive cat's
Instead of feet are human hands
And its ears are like a bat's
Not oft can it be seen on prowl
For when approached from top or back
All that appears are the jungle leaves
Though it readies its attack
But woe, the pitied victim who
Sees Death about to strike
And in their dying gaze behold
Its belly of star-filled night
Shit.I can't help but thinkShit.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that maybe I've pushed a little too hard,
and maybe I've taken advantage of your
to my erratic moods.
Think that maybe,
I've fucked it up beyond repair.
The funny thing is I don't want to cry
or to scream,
I don't feel angry, nor upset,
I feel nothing.
Right now I cannot feel the pain
of losing you,
there are no sharp daggers in my chest,
and I have no need to
beg for you back.
I feel perfectly numb, and it's okay.
Just a DandelionI think dandelions lost all meaning the same time the Tooth Fairy and faith & trust & pixie dust did.Just a Dandelion4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When we were small, we would cower from the big swirly slide on the playground and take cover under the seemingly sky-scraping monkey bars. There, in huddles like gold-crowned royalty, were dandelions.
They were something we took for granted, like sunrise when we would wake and pounce on our cranky, groggy parents, or dessert after dinner.
But now we can never get up past noon on weekends, and we avoid cookies and ice cream because we're afraid of being fat and ugly and pointless. Most of all, dandelion wishes blew away with the wind.
My mother despised dandelions. "A weed," she snarled, wielding a can of weed killer. "That's all they are." When I presented them to her as a pink-cheeked child, fair hair in mommy-styled pigtails, she would wave me away and tell me to bury it so I could grow a new one. I used to believe an
nnnrggh.What I wouldn't give to hear thosennnrggh.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sweet lips cry my name, and to
feel your hot breath on my cheek.
Your hair falling loosely on my pillow,
our fingers entwined, inside, trembling
against your repetitive heartbeat,
not like a drum or a flutter, but
a temptation, a screaming, a lustful
desire. Pulsing in your body, moving
that red hot blood to your flushed
pink face, to tone your body with
sweat, and to make your warmth
even warmer. Oh, and to taste your
sweet surrender, your soft flesh,
mesh, unique flavour. Tickle my
nostrils with the smell of tight
temperate sex, that mix of you and me.
Your lips slowly part to utter a moan,
to steal a gasp of air as I push my
delicate fingers into your even more
delicate self, feel you rock your
hips in a rhythm, yearning for
harder and faster and rougher and
AfraidIt's all the same.Afraid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Again and again.
I'm afraid we're going in circles.
And utterly hopeless.
Trapped in this pattern.
Locked in this route.
Gun in the hand of an innocent not sure who to shoot.
Friendship First.Pointless disclaimer. I do not own Ghost Hunters. trust me, if I did...Iw ould be in every episode.Friendship First.7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ghost Hunters Fan Fic.
Grant bit his bottom lip hard. He could feel the sweat start to bead on his forehead. deep breaths deep breaths Grant Wilson had to keep reminding himself to breath. Him and Jason walked together through the dark halls of the opera house.
It wasnt any ghosts that Grant was afraid of it was Jason. He and Jason had been friends since 89. When they had their first paranormal experiences. It was in 90 that they decided to create T.A.P.S. they had spent almost everyday together. They worked together during the day for Roto-rooter. They spent more time together than they did with their own families.
Grant was surprised it hadnt happened sooner. The closeness, th
Be the sameWhen I see you in a few months.Be the same3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Be who I know.
When it's a few years later.
Let your old self show.
When the kids are running loose.
See if the old you is still free of the noose.
And when I'm on my death bed.
I want to know you're still you.
Even if it's just a tiny spec inside your head.
Because you're who I love.
Not who people see.
Not what parents want you to be.
The you when it's just you and me.
Bring it upHead stuck between my knees.Bring it up3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The world won't stop spinning.
Today is yesterday.
And tomorrow is long gone.
I fought and I screamed.
Things always are as bad as they seem.
I guess this nightmare was once a dream.
But I've become so low.
I can't bring it up.
SunburstMy edges brim with you.Sunburst3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And my feelings are over flowing.
I know see it's my true colors I'm showing.
Hand in hand over the rainbow.
We can find the horizon.
And together we'll watch the sunburst.
Rules Keeping Us ApartBounds you set.Rules Keeping Us Apart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Restrictions I struggle to follow.
You shed a tear.
And I want to cover you with kisses.
When you heart skips a beat.
It's mine that misses.
I feel your hand so close to mine.
And I resist the urge to grasp it.
I feel you arm over my shoulder.
And I want to wrap ourselves together.
Dark IceThat damned smile.Dark Ice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I should have known better...
The only one I had seen, the one that was truly genuine.
Your dark chocolate eyes looked as if they were glowing...
As I stood there and bled out my heart.
There was that smile that I had never seen before.
I don't think anyone ever had--
I momentarily looked up
Fell in love all over again.
I thirsted for the heat, the flames of scorching passion...
I wanted to...
That damned smile.
Why oh why..?
I ask myself again. And again. And again.
Although it's been years, I can't help but think--
You lied. You must have...
That damned smile.
You must have.
The truly genuine one that no one had ever seen.
Why had my hopes been dashed into the rocks?
I thirsted for your desire
Perhaps I was too young...
But why? Why couldn't you have felt the same?
How I wish that the next words from your mouth... were those of breathless, wanton yearning.
How I wish you could have walked across that kitchen tile and held me in your arms
Enveloped me i
PuddleDo you remember whenPuddle4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
One cold winter morning
The heat had left our chilled bodies,
stolen away by the night and green concrete floor.
We awoke one at a time yet all at once,
And in singularity and unison huddled together for warmth,
spreading blankets like sunlight over each others' cold feet
Becoming one and many in friendship and warmth.
Still now I remember that cold, dark winter morning
Waking among friends in a sleepy sort of way
Thanking God I found you, and
Smiling and drifting back out to dream-filled seas.
I remember the sunlight that stroked our faces
Urging us gently to awake and become one with the day
And I will always remember with warmth and good memory
The morning we spent in a puddle of friendship on the floor.
Request - Lost LoveSide by sideRequest - Lost Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We walk the halls
Rarely leaving each other.
People say we should
Be more than friends.
We just scoff
At the idea.
Weekends spent together,
Talking about life.
Suddenly, you're too close,
Your breath is on my neck
As you leave a kiss
On my collarbone,
Softly with your lips.
I push away,
Shrinking from your touch.
Lets forget that ever happened
And go back to the way
We were before.
You agree and recede.
But that kiss still lingered,
I could feel it on my skin
Like a bite I needed to scratch.
It was burned into my mind,
While yours was wiped clean.
We may have withdrawn,
But that memory still lingers like a ghost.
You find another girl.
One who laughs at your jokes,
Cries on your shoulder,
Tells you her secrets,
Lets you know her pains.
You move on,
But I remain stuck in that moment.
Every time I see you now
You're with that girl.
You're not with me
As a friend
Or a lover.
You're with her
And my heart is crying.
relapse.Vulnerable.relapse.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These are the days when shutting down
when music isn't a soothing hand.
She scoffs at compliments
of her innocence.
A common theme,
a reoccurring nightmare.
Thick bold letters stir dark emotions.
She is so happy that it
all breaks apart.
These are days when
Earth is too much a burden
(leaving is a temporary pain).
She doesn't belong.
It hurts when others view her as
when all she feels is
bitter bitter hatred selfish heartache
pain pain pain
blurring rushing stabs
and she wants it to end anyway she can
she doesn't care anymore
she's tired and restless and
everyone calls her cute
dense airy stupid
(ugly terrible malicious deviant)
stop stop stop
whispering too loud.
She wants to leave.
Tears are weak
she is weak
her soul mind body
weak weak weak
(end it end it)
cries herself to sleep
wakes up gasping for air
cries until she hates herself
Incapable of loving
she seeks an
ChillThese dark thoughts,Chill3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bring my pulse to a stop,
The darkness spreads,
Polluting my soul,
Until the final wave sets in,
That permeates my being,
And makes me nothing.
Can You Hear Me?"I want it to end. The suffering, the pain, the weariness, just everything.Can You Hear Me?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to stop feeling like a knife has been dug into my chest, and is being twisted with every insult, being pushed in deeper with every insecurity and doubt.
I want to stop crying. Just, for one day, to not have to sit with tears pouring down my cheeks, with my arms wrapped round myself, slowly rocking.
I want to stop panicking. To stop feeling like the oxygen has left the room, leaving me gasping for breath and lifeless. Like I'm drowning on dry land, my throat closes over, and my thoughts go at a million miles an hour. Worries and obsessions fire through my brain like bullets, sometimes for hours, sinking deeper and deeper into the water.
I want to be able to sleep. To be able to actually wake up in the morning and think 'I'm going to shine today. I'm going to laugh and smile without faking, and not have to pretend that I'm fine. Today is my day.'
To be able to get through a whole day without nearly faintin
Loving YouTerrified and scaredLoving You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
emotions that never leave.
Pain and denial
feelings more like plauge.
destruction and blood
A PromiseI look over to you and ask,A Promise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"What would you do
If I was no more?"
You simply say nothing
And in return, you just
Take my hand in yours
And give the palm a squeeze.
I bring up our entwined fingers,
Press a soft kiss to your knuckles,
And quietly whisper against them.
"Do not worry, my love.
I promise you this;
I will not be going anywhere."