SpeechlessWriting is my passion.Speechless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's what I do.
It's who I am.
I can weave words easily, without thinking.
But when I think of you,
Suicidal RevengeI touched the voidSuicidal Revenge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with blood dipped fingertips
and kissed the sky
with poison spiked lips
I said my goodbyes
with a razor blade tongue
and slashed out words
bleeding needs unsung
I saw the world
with eyes of red
and gasped my last breath
in the land of the dead
I thought of you
with disease soaked memories
and autopsied my mind
with self inflicted atrocities
I finally found the truth
with or without you
this death was destiny
something I was meant to do
Why I WriteI write for the readers,Why I Write4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ones who see with their minds.
I write for those who hope,
Those who wish,
Those who wonder.
Sometimes I write for the mad,
The ones who see things differently,
The ones who aren't afraid of the unknown,
The ones who dream by day.
I write for the poets,
I write for myself,
For my insane beliefs,
For my wandering mind,
An outlet for my thoughts.
I write for the singers,
Those who aways hear songs,
Those who can make music with anything,
Those who dance to unheard beats.
I write for the optimists,
Those who see only beauty,
Those who hear only wonderment,
Who feel only hope,
Who seek the brightness.
I write for the pessimists,
Those who see the darkness,
The ones who hear the cries,
Who wish they could hope,
Who cling to the shadows.
I'm stuck in the middle.
I don't write for publishers,
Unless they really hear me,
Unless they see my voice,
Unless they understand.
I write for the minority,
Those who don'
DemonsEach one of your scars,Demons2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is a demon
Each drop of blood that stains your skin,
Is them laughing at your weakness
Each tear you cry,
Is them calling their brothers
But each smile,
Is putting them in pain
Each time you laugh,
They hide in the shadows
Each time you talk to a friend,
They cry out in pain
Each time you see a friend,
One of them dies
And each time we tell you we love you,
They start to run away
half truths, half lies, half wishesi.half truths, half lies, half wishes2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it's like rain in the middle of an ice storm, you can't explain it and you don't know why but that doesn't stop it from happening and freezing your porch- but you don't find out about that part until the next morning when you hurry out because you're already five minutes late and there's going to be traffic and you suddenly go from walking briskly to black to waking and wanting to claw for the covers that aren't there because it's too cold for comfort and you're already two hours late and fuck traffic, what you really need is a warm cup of tea with a splash of something stronger because if your head is going to pound like that, you might as well give it a good reason to do so.
give me a ticket to anywhere and i'll be more than happy to take it and put it in a box beneath my bed so i can dream and wonder of what-ifs and maybes that i let slip between my fingertips. i'll never remember about that box, i tell you, and you may not believe me but that's probably because i'll lie if i
SurrealismThree a.m., andSurrealism2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
God is in my bathtub
a freshwater moon
in the mother-of-pearl sky.
you're a series of unconnected thoughtssometimes i wonderyou're a series of unconnected thoughts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if it's really true--
if history really does just
and now we're stuck in its loop where
you're holding everything back
and i'm holding everything in.
and there's nothing to do,
but hope for the best
or at least something better.
but for now, i just wonder
if there's anyone else
who misses quite as much
as i do.
it's never enough to remember,
but it's always too much
a different explorationwe talk abouta different exploration1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
astrology and ex lovers. the raspberries
dying in the heat, the way the water
bit our skin, the homeless man set out
to buy California, the center of our universe,
you. that feeling labelled “blah,”
and the notion I am not my own.
we leak questions
like overrun rivers, excess spillage,
draining curiosities about that tragic skeleton
balled up beneath your clothes.
and for you,
I’d travel the length between heartbeats,
shallow and vain like your promises,
your liquid eyes.
above all, we were lucky.
miracle children. one in ten,
one in a million, a pair of stragglers
in seven billion exempt from
clarity and unclaimed skin.
I know this guy who had
sorry lips and scars down his spine
without a story. we didn’t have
a thing to say so we talked about
how the stars were our newest horizon,
the undefined, and how we’d escape to them
Stormingi. Summer rain fingersStorming3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
quietly trickle down cheek
bones and window panes.
ii. Eyes darken into
shadows until morning light;
the tempest remains.
dust.i'm still under constructiondust.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i don't know if i can
keep rebuilding myself
and re-stuffing my chest
with these secrets and ghosts
and if this keeps up i'll
run out of steam or energy
and collapse in an
unfinished heap of
bruised skin and weakened bones.
Hate and love.I hate (love) the way your empty (bottomless)Hate and love.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ocean blue eyes bore into mine and see right
through me .
I hate (love) your despicable (charming)
crooked smile you make when I say something;
it's like you're laughing at me .
I hate (love) the way your corny (cute)
jokes make me laugh for hours even
though they are utterly ridiculous .
I hate (love) your shit (chocolate)
brown hair that flops everywhere in a
way that shows you don't care .
I hate (love) how you always annoyingly (sweetly)
ask if I'm okay and really seem to care .
I hate (love) the way you never (always)
know what to say to make me feel better .
I hate (love) the way your cold (warm)
embrace sends shivers up my spine and
makes me feel protected from the world .
I hate (love) you .
napowrimo1. i've stopped fearingnapowrimo9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and when i dream about
i just see your face
and get your songs in my
head and stuck in my
and i understand you now
i get it.
i get it
i get it.
2. this is the darkest timeline.
this is everything that can go wrong
this is worse than you dying
this is worse than the burning
this is worse than you overstaying your welcome.
i cant even talk to him anymore
cause it just sounds like
he's sticking his fingers in his ears
and screaming how he's
which i should have done a long time ago.
3. i try to comprehend it sometimes
cause i know that a persons life never feels
the same from the inside as it looks from the outside.
and i'm sure yours was fucking hard, cause it looked
like it would have taken anyone else and just
you still looked tough as fucking nails to me
though, and i swore, no i still swear you are some
kind of indestructble, but the kind that comes