Rent me a room in your left ventricle...What good is a heart if one does notRent me a room in your left ventricle...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Utilize its chambers
To hold stories,
To hide secrets,
To invite friends in
When they have nowhere else to go ...?
What good is the human brain
If one does not
Exercise its muscle
By solving problems,
By fixing hearts that have become to full
Or have been empty for too long?
What good is the human body
If one does not
Stretch its arms around another,
Help another up when they have fallen,
Sit with those who cannot yet stand?
What good am I
If I don't
Take your pain away
When it becomes too much for you to handle?
If I don't
Help you to see the reflection
That shows the real you?
What good are we,
Any of us,
And what good is a brain
And a heart
If nothing is meant to be shared?
Without You...The sky is darker than I remember,Without You...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Were the stars always that far away and small?
They don't shine tonight, glowing dimmer than embers,
Was the moon always that lonely, and those trees so tall?
I'm so scared, I know I'm alone
But without you here
I feel as if the darkness of this night
Will steal my tears away
Before they can fall
Before they, too, can run away from me...
Was the night always this dark?
The noises form a giant I can't see,
But somehow still, he's chasing me.
Now there is no hand to hold,
No arm to squeeze my emotions into,
No warmth to steal into my frigid body...
Did it all disappear into the void of this night?
Yes, Master: An Excerpt.Yes, Master: An Excerpt.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was a light knock on his door and though he heard it, he ignored it.
A soft voice filtered through and he looked up when he recognized it. It was her.
"Young Master, are you awake in there? I have to clean your room."
No doubt the other maids had forced her to clean his room and check on him in the process. Despite their jealousy, none were willing to be around him when he got into one of his moods. And he was well on his way into one of those moods at that very moment.
It was already past noon and he was aware of the fact that he had already missed appointments that had been scheduled for that morning, as well as classes and lessons with tutors. But there was always tomorrow; everything could wait if he bid it to everything except her and her infernal knocking.
He stared up at the ceiling and told himself he hadn't heard her. Eventu
Admit ItI’ve seen usAdmit It1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not “together” like two people
walking down the street
at the same time;
sharing the same breath
after sharing a kiss.
I’ve imagined what a future
would be like
if it were you and I.
We’re the types
that could keep the fire
going long after
the coals had been
burned up and become ash.
I could pick your brain
for ages, dates, and historical facts…
I don’t think I could ever get tired of you.
You don’t have to,
It would be nice you did, though…
Haven’t you ever thought the same,
even for a second?
lesson learned.you weren't teaching me,lesson learned.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i learned.
i know more about what not to do,
|| || to say,
|| || to look for,
and most of all,
what to watch out for.
alone in the class room, still.
i'm not locked in,
the door's how you always had it - open for a quick getaway.
i'm just cemented in my seat,
struggling with the urge to finally leave.
my mind wanders.
sometimes imagining an epiphanic return,
and how if you did that i'd ask that this time you
PersonI believe I'm not a person anymore.Person9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It seems like,
I am a stimulant for your soul.
I feel that
when you look at me you don't see
nor the spirit of a human,
and a way;
the last resource when everything's gone wrong
or when you're bored
or simply when
there's nothing else
and you want to feel like anything but
the scum of the earth.
I've stopped being a person,
now I am emotion and feeling.
I am living words
that you butcher and cook
and carry around to calm your ego
when it roars with overwhelming hunger.
This Poem Is Not About Youlittle sprouts shoot out from my old potato headThis Poem Is Not About You10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
some are thoughts, some schemes
some only bad dreams
about rotten mushy tomatoes
in the back of the refrigerator
little scoops pulled out from my old puddin' head
memories, some sweet, some obscene
some hazy half-dreams
about when the world was bright
and open fields
went on for miles and miles
fingers sticking to my old candy apple head
imprints left by people and things
some shiny and bright
some dented deep and dark
all smudged together
with a few brown-edged teethmarks
What is it...?Is it "empty" if you were never filled with anythingWhat is it...?11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
before you became
filled with nothing?
Is it still "alone" if you were never
a part of something
in the absence of
the only person
who ever showed up?
Is it still "life"
if you don't feel
die on the inside?
Children, Culture, and The Idea of EcstasyHow does one explain death to a child?Children, Culture, and The Idea of Ecstasy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are, but then we are not.
Does the purpose lie in our lungs,
or does it inhale our dying heat;
we are consumed by the blue tones of the ocean
and rather than under the dirt
the loss lives in our hearts,
pumping warm blood throughout cold veins
and we wish for things to be different,
but they aren't and we aren't,
instead we live in a culture that revels in sadness
and we worry who has it the worst
when no one has it the best,
we all live and breathe and die
and no one has ever thought to have told us
that we are not the sun;
we are gravity's children and we have no control,
though in our weakness we are beautiful,
because vulnerability settles on the skin like wet paint,
so let us soak in these acrylic affirmations,
and let us understand that our bodies never belonged to our souls,
oh yes, one day we will be together again,
living among the lights and the love and the clarity,
we will hold each other as if we never died,
because we never truly
Keyboard Lament in DKeyboard Lament in D3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Keyboard Lament in D
Why must you hurt me so?
You pop up and hop about
And drive me completely crazy.
I must beg you,
Please, do stay still
These words need you desperately
A failing grade
But a cherished key
Please stay still
For just a bit longer
While I type
. Now where have you
break"Is....this..." his voice cried out in my ear, desperate whispers, "enough?" Ohhh he moved in that light like it was made for him. Slender arms and a slick torso, all of which were painted with our desires in those moments. Stark red against warm, pale skin. My voice was low as i comforted him, rocking against his hips and pulling him closer to me, my mouth greedily pressed against his collarbones. "Just purr for me..." He was passion turned liquid... every fiber of who he was coated my mouth like fire and slipped down my throat to remind me that i belonged there.break2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
My head spun so fast i couldnt keep myself upright and we fell down into the blankets, soft silk stained with cold blood. it moved against him and against me as we writhed, daring the lights to go out, to hide our shame as i took everything he could offer into my mouth....It was never enough... our limbs tangled like spider legs and our mouths never went without kissing or sucking s
Silent RiddleDark thoughts.Silent Riddle2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will you answer my questions?
I'd like to see you try.
Because behind these masks,
We really aren't that shy.
KryptoniteWhen there's nothing left,Kryptonite2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What will you give to the girl who believed you could give her the world?
When there's no one left,
What will you tell the girl who thought you could save everyone?
When there's nowhere else to go,
Where will you take the girl who expected you to keep her safe?
And when you're dying,
What will you tell the girl who thought you were Superman?