melatonini scared you into saying you love me.melatonin4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am two pills of melatonin,
i am a mouth drier than the sun.
i scared you like a snake,
a rattler wrapped round your ankle,
a python about the perimeter of your neck.
i made you cry.
i heard your throat
swallowing your sadness.
i am sorry but not sorry enough.
i choked on my words,
i gasped for air
like a fish on the shore.
you don't love me when i am a monster,
you love me when i laugh.
i am sorry my smile
doesn't shine like the waters
i am too grey
for the joy
you could bring me.
Needing YouI don't wanna be lonely,Needing You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just wanna be someones baby,
Even if it's only for tonight,
It'll be the only night I wont have to fight.
I'm scared of me,
I need someone to hold me and protect me from myself.
I need someone to calm me down,
To stay around,
& To tell me that I'm gonna be okay,
& To kiss all my fears away.
I can't be on my own,
I need someones hand to hold,
I need someone to tell me it's gonna be okay,
& I need someone to tell me that they want me.
I need what used to be promised to me,
I need that soul that's supposed to match mine,
Baby, whoever you are, I need you.
I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you.
I know that when I find you, everything will end up okay,
'Cause I'll have what I need,
To continue and keep breathing,
They Can't Be BlamedI hold her hand in waiting rooms andThey Can't Be Blamed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in parking lots [she's crying].
They file her life down to cream folders and long words that are supposed to make this pain okay.
[It doesn't work- I know.]
They write out her history in slanted scribblings on medication forms as her life falls to pieces in pill-bottle instructions and 10-step programs.
They dispute her origins and diagnose her history
but she's alright. She's fine. She's okay.
They can't be blamed
They can't be blamed
They can't be blamed
She can't sleep and
I hate that I can.
I am not...I am not...I am not...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an angel of any kind
depressed and lonely
putting up a facade
I wear a mask
Just like the rest of us
Going through my days
Just like everyone else
AcceptanceAcceptance8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You smell of sex and cheap cologne
with eight or nine marks across your neck that scream
I am yours.
I asked you silently to count my flaws
so I could tear myself apart
and feel a little less perfect with your arms around me.
Maybe then I could tell you that my tears
are not as useless
as they are now.
I am addicted to the way you move
and watching your eyes drift close just before we kiss.
The passion in your voice when you whisper
I love you
through heavy breathing makes my heart skip a beat or two
and I find myself praying that if I am dreaming
I never wake up.
The tragedy of losing this reality is enough
to make my shoulders shake uncontrollably with broken sobs.
But your skin is soft
against mine. Caressing away my self-dou
Impossibilities?Have you ever tried breathingImpossibilities?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
under a ten ton weight?
Have you ever tried screaming
when you're as mute as the moon?
Have you ever tried crying
when tears are all used and gone?
Have you ever tried running
when your feet are nailed to the floor?
But have you ever
in all your life
To Dance alone but not AloneMy roommate is gone.To Dance alone but not Alone8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let chaos ensue.
I shut the door,
Close the blinds
And dim the lights,
Just a bit.
The speakers appear,
Wired and ready for the onslaught
Of music I plan to blast today.
Ready to rampage,
Energy of sound.
My muscles twitch and shudder
Ready and waiting for their
But not yet.
I'm being watched.
Stare at me as I slowly remove my shirt.
I can't have that.
I turn the pictures around.
They all must look away.
I cover the mirror.
Not even I can observe
My emotion's motion.
All the pictures but two.
The first is the picture of Her,
AlrightBroken...Alright3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That's her, alright.
Heathens of CybeleHeathens of Cybele4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Safe harbors come and go so swiftly,
Truly, the bane of the reckless life.
The sunset looks so fine with
The hero's silhouette tattooed across its face,
But no one knows the chill of the deep night
Without a home
Quite like the bravest strangers.
And truly, your eyes are the blackest diamonds
I've ever looked upon,
Glittering ruins of primal places where once we lay,
Counting stars and gods and sacrificing both.
My warm and conquering heretic,
Gray skies march throughout your veins,
Memories of the lesser immortals,
The ones who keep coming back
To find each other,
Part of me can hardly believe it,
But the rest of me sings
Of the way you feel under my fingerprints.
On my tongue dances
A thousand names from a hundred lives
We've lived and ended.
With blood-drawn pomerium,
We burrowed deep through death
And ageless air
To light the stars, to show the way.
The way back.
To continue on
Where we left off,
Drawing down the skies
One piece at a time.
WORDS OF LOVEWonderfullyWORDS OF LOVE4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because I'm BreathingI don't writeBecause I'm Breathing6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Just Like YouThe first thing he said was,Just Like You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"You always wear long-sleeves
An obvious sign
He has experience
But with a glance at his arms and ankles,
He was scar-free
He looked me in the eye
Refused to drop my gaze
I was puzzled
But then he slowly pulled up his shirt
Criss-crossing his chest
His collar bone
Were marks of cold nights
Spent so alone
Couldn't help but stare in wonder
Whisper, "You're broken, too?"
As my stomach fluttered,
He replied, "Yeah, just like you."
Stereotypes are misjudgements.Italians don't talk with their hands.Stereotypes are misjudgements.4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Their mouths aren't always full of pasta!
You want the truth about Italians:
They're just humans, like me and you.
Don't judge the mexicans by their skin color or height.
They're a mixed-multitude with every human right.
If you think popular movies about Mexicans are full of truth,
you're mind isn't right.
Don't even dare to know all about Asians.
They're not like all of the ones you see in movies and tv stations.
They're not obsessed with math and karate.
If you actually studied their tribes and history,
you'd discover they're a special part of our world's family-tree.
There's no reason to hate every black person you see.
They aren't the best at everything, but neither are we.
I've never see African people, hanging upside down like a savage or monkey.
Although I remember them forced onto trees and hung to death on branches for centuries.
Women don't belong to men.
All of the Irish don't enjoy drinking gin.
Children aren't always innocent.
Freak ShowFreak Show9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Freaks by nature or freaks by choice?
Louder, louder, raise your voice!
Scream until you lungs are sore!
Scream until you speak no more!
Drift into the world below
Drift into your own freak show
Hug the shadows, kiss the night
Start your world of fear and fright
Hide the stars, destroy the moon!
Silence now, the show starts soon
But first to satisfy your crave
Blood for wine, you feast today!
Now wipe away the dripping drops
Want some more? Who would have thought?
Spotlight on the first event
An evil thing you can't prevent
A ghost of black, an empty hole
To symbolize your growing soul
You think you have such empathy?
It's says right here you've apathy
Close the curtains, we must move on
Midnight's over before too long
The next event's a real class act
You cannot leave! Sit down! Come back!
You paid your dues, now you must see
The freaks that you'll turn out to be
Good, now that we're all settled down
You've earned yourselves another round
But first relax, enjoy t
A Memory ScathedBurnt are the wordsA Memory Scathed4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
upon your blazing lips,
setting fire to every
memory that mattered.
I sift through the ashes,
but everything worth
remembering is charred,
singed from the surface
to the very source
of our collective joy.
December 13th, 2010
Poem #26i was a drizzlePoem #264 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and he was a hailstorm.
the sun was our only witness
to a romance
that was never meant to last
much past the changing leaves.
he had ocean eyes
and a crooked smile.
i have scraped knees
and a bruised heart.
he'll always be
I am the bad girlI am the bad girlI am the bad girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one who was told
"Don't let anger control you!"
What if that's all that dwells at times?
Anger at everyone around me
"Don't let yourself be a sloth!"
What if it's not that I'm lazy
But that I did this wrong
And that wrong
And just gave up
"Do not be envious of others!"
But it's so hard not to be
When you watch everyone else around you
Happy as can be, while you're still in the dark
Wishing for what they have
"Do not dabble in lust!"
What of the girl
Who feels used and is tormented
By her blackest of sins
And loss of respect for herself
"Do not become to proud!"
So is it better to feel the opposite
To have lower than low self-esteem
Wishing for the world to end
On a daily basis
"Do not be gluttonous!"
Is it better for the people
Who refuse to eat anything
Because of their distorted image
And let themselves waste away
"Do not let yourself be greedy!"
What if it's hard to control
And the desire for so much love
Until you can barely contain it
Sunny CancerI pretended cancer was like a game ofSunny Cancer6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It may take a while,
but someone would win.
I pretended I didnt know
(Until I was told
we were leaving tomorrow.)
I pretended it wasnt ironic
that the house of death was
Even the palm trees
I didnt think it was funny.
I pretended that
Not even important enough to be a
(A death sentence at that.)
no one could die.
I pretended I believed that
for a moment.
I pretended my grandfathers talks
of politics didnt bother me.
I pretended all my grandmothers presents
my skin is breathingi am not as i seem;my skin is breathing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deep within the oceans
of my eyes,
the pink line of my mouth
smooth with siren song.
mermaid waves creep
like rose-tangle down
thorns jutting from the curls;
broken bends of gold.
lie; i was born this,
in the twilight,
hellsong rattling from
the marrow of my bones.
beauty is vague;
the rope of my lashes is
so, and yet the whisper of
my soul is sharp and hollow:
my skin is breathing,
a melody light as fairies,
falling over torn wings.
14. A Man in a Hat14. A Man in a Hat4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had only been a few hours that I had been down there and I was about ready to bash my head against the wall and stop thinking. Stop hearing the cries of the other prisoners... I sat up on my bunk and held my head in my hands, eyes squeezed shut.
Alice, Alice, Alice, that damn Alice Liddell and her stupid little sister...
And damn my stupid impulses too.
A door slammed, far away, and I heard boots on the stone. The wild people in the other cells started up again with their yells, reaching out through the bars with thing, dirty arms, begging for a savior. Of course they couldn't expect a thing from the Card guards. Why would they want to help one of us, the prisoners of the queen?
"Welcome, good gentlemen, to my kingdom!" cried out my cell mate. Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked up. Two of them stoo