skeletonlight searsskeleton4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
through the chinks of her arched,
she is eyeless and smiling,
her ribs a gaunt prison,
her shoulders an altar
eaten by moss.
there is a kind of silent
dignity in her thighs,
the crown of her head
in the way that she lies there
and will not be turned to dust.
Mein GesichtWie sollst du schmecken was salzig ist,Mein Gesicht3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wenn Tabak deine Zunge frisst
Wie sollst du riechen deine geliebten Blumen in der Vase,
wenn der Rauch wohnt in deiner Nase
Wie sollst du stehen auf deinen eigenen Füßen,
wenn du dir dein Leben lässt vom Wein versüßen
Und wie sollst du dich erinnern an dieses kleine Gedicht,
wenn du alles vergisst: dein Heim, dein Früher, mein Gesicht
curling greythe smoke curls in the air, coming from her smudged red lips. it's exciting.curling grey4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"i don't love you," she tells him as she exhales another puff of cigarette smoke.
"i need another one," is his only reply. it's all he cares about, she thinks. she passes him another tiny stress reliever and lights it for him, his own smoke curling above their guilty heads.
and that's all they'll ever be. guilty, guilty, guilty.
it's december. frost crusts at the windows, coating almost anything in sight. it's strange to think that this is some people's paradise. it was bitter and reminded her of herself too much. which meant another cigarette.
it's an addiction, yes, but she's quite alright with that.
"i want to see how long we last,"
"i thought games were supposed to be fun," he replies in his same old indifferent tone. it's as if he's never felt an emotion. she's both jealous and sorrowful.
Frozen MoonThe old moon rises,Frozen Moon2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a wrinkled man
shrouded by wispy sleeves.
Winter casts stones
over frozen lake beds;
cloud toupee slips.
stalk barren branches,
waiting for spring.
Old moon man sinks
beneath the horizon,
refusing to smile.
P.C.PreachingI just spent 30 minutes on a bus staring at a wall;P.C.Preaching8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
someone wrote in Japanese, English, French
Courting DeathCourting Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Death should be a glorious fiend,
an indulgent lover
who cradles your head
and feasts off
the slow twine
of body and soul.
He must court you,
run his long, cool fingers
from temple to spine
and count the days
that climb toward heaven.
He should caress
behind your knees,
find the delicate shift
and blood -
a music only he can taste,
and knead the supple
and smooth hopes you hold
and turn them into pledges.
He will love you
as you deserve -
that final lilt
of joy blotting out your breath,
his bleak and sinewed body
covering what lies beneath,
making the light
within your cheeks
a barren vessel
to whet his longing.
LifeTierversuche, MenschenlachenLife4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"Zu unserem Wohle"
Das sind die Worte
Sie Lügen und quälen
Heucheln und stehlen
Sie wollen nichts kaufen
wollen auf keinen Thron
Sie wollen nicht rauchen
und wollen auch nicht zum Mond
Wir klagen über Leid
Das Leid trifft die Tiere
Wir könnten auch ohne
doch "können" können viele
Leave MeHere we are at the endLeave Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
back to the beginning
when everything was foggy and vague
before I knew your love
I feel this wish, this need
to have you all at once
or to be free once and for all
Tell me how it is
that you can capture the sun and the moon
into your arms and not be overcome
by this torrential wave that has swept across
the universe we've created with our love
Tell me how it is
that you cannot see the blood
that pours from my heart
that gasps from between my fingers
as I pull out the threads
of what we are, of what we have become
Who am I to think
that I could ever change
something that is so inherently founded
your deepest desire
to forsake me when we reach this place
I have reached a place
I never thought my eyes would grace again
I have made love
to an old friend I wanted
to share my bed with no more
You have brought me to my knees
to the end of my fraying rope
to this place where love alone survives
a wasteland, where hope cannot live
a place that does n
CawThe shifting emotionless eyes are fixed.Caw4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They tear at your skin, and
threaten your soul.
The quick clatter of the creature's beak
leaves a stranger's knocking in the distance.
The pitch feathers move like shreds of thin metal,
It worships stone and death of owls.
With only a whisper, the shadow moves upwards
and dissolves into air.
morning thoughtsi woke up and suddenly you weremorning thoughts5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not real anymore.
it felt like invisibility, it felt like alone
it was the world taking away
my sense of colour, an empty friday night.
you were only a shadow because
that's all that unrequited memories are.
it's the week after the death of
your pet bird but you still keep the
copper wire cage because you
just can't bear to stow it away so
instead you expect to hear his
i scream louder than the windmy arms are stinging something fiercei scream louder than the wind5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the soreness singing songs to me
the way you once did
it sounds loud now,
loud and low;
the beauty is fading,
the pain sitting still.
i think we are screaming
nonsense and poems
but the black air will no
longer hear it
my fingers are dripping salt from their backs
axes like they have spines
rigor mortis strikes my face like your
open palm, your open mouth, your
empty, empty words but,
i do not die
it feels wrong to peel these words
from long rows of tree bark
i am the canoe
shaped from birch branches
or curved elm trunks-
green glass bottle
humming in air
waiting to be filled
you are snow
and for once, i will say
that is not enough.
nicotine withdrawalhis fingers are drumming on the metal ring round the countertop. his knee is sharp and jostling, beating out a ruthless rhythm in time with his tongue flicking against his teeth.nicotine withdrawal6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
his knuckles are raw, fingers chewed senseless and bloodied. the waitress casts uneasy looks his way every few seconds. she is concerned for him; he is jittery and looks like a boy she met at a party once, where she first tried ecstasy and the boy he resembled fell into a heroin coma.
his eyes are rolling around, looking at everything but focusing on nothing. the waitress wraps her fingers around her elbow, feeling awkward and unbearably nervous. this boy wore the same brown jacket, the same messy red hair as- what was his name? she frowns at her lapse in memory, cursing the ecstasy she took again before her shift tonight.
he is on his tenth coffee. he does not even look straight ahead, he is more interested in the front of his dark shirt and his bloody fingers banging on the counter.
the waitress is pulling o
road rash and autopsyi'm not a strong person.road rash and autopsy6 years ago in Other More Like This
i am scared.
i am scared all the time.
i am so scared, sometimes i can't stop breathing,
or can't start,
and i am so unclear as to which it is,
but i just know i can't.
i am going to open the car door
as my father's foot tilts back the accelerator
to add a little more pollution to the
atmosphere as we're going sixty.
seventy, if i am lucky.
i'll remember pulling up the child lock,
hearing it click and i realise i'm not
a child anymore. my heart will
wheeze at its realisation of maturity.
i will open it, and the wind will
jerk it open so violently that i will cry.
there is too much violence and the
metal and its shrapnel remind me
of death and some people are just too
beautiful to think about death, and
somehow, my thoughts will always fall
back to you at this time.
the door will be torn from its
hinges, and i will cry because i feel
i am so scared that i will unbuckle my seatbelt
to follow the door that scrapes along the
asphault. i am so scared that
Malice and Hatein a well lies the truth.Malice and Hate6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
a graveyard of beauty.
beneath the encasing ashes, below the putrid smog.
untouched by human hands, unseen by human eyes.
serpent statues laced in rainbows and gold.
blinding demons, protecting eternal rest.
to disturb and torment, they feed on it,
to destroy and decimate, they crave it.
leave restful spirits in their homeland.
within the well, a perception of depth.
a wolves playground.
diamonds eyed vultures and emerald legs spiders.
immortality is suppressed by the golden venom flow.
draining blood into lakes. the children skate upon captured souls.
underneath the roots of pestilence and the mistakes of home soil loveless lies.
the blood on the land of the innocent wide eyed, slaves of diligence.
the hands tell a story, an excellent retelling of the memory of life.
not one detail spared, not one word stuttered.
yet the falling passion of words leave the host like a parasite.
figures our saints suffocating our blacked out eyes.
let them sleep, let them sleep
skyscrapers.i used to reach for you, likeskyscrapers.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
standing on tip-toes on a
skyscraper to reach the sky,
but you were always just out of reach
and I was out of place
and somehow my soul got lost in the atmosphere.
i lose myself in the memories of
us and wonder how much of it was ever
was i a fool
for believing you
[i'm afraid that the answer
sometimes i look at my life
and wonder where you went
until i realize it doesn't
matter. the only thing that matters
is that you are
your love is a disease,
and i have no cure.
my soul is lost.
i live my life as an
empty shell, watching
the lights flickering
and wonder how long it will be
before they all
you are my 911,
but when i call,
no one answers.
you remain my untouched demented heart.
i am afraid for losing what we have
[but then i fear weve already lost.]
sunshine.before, she would look at the stars and wonder if her someone was out there, somewhere, looking at the same ones. she'd dream of magic and flying and wishes that come true. she'd say tomorrow will be better, tomorrow will be better. and she hoped it would be.sunshine.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
silence didn't scare her back then. see, she was too busy looking at the clouds and comets to worry about the imperfections and the dangers of flying.
open doors didn't remind her of people leaving. they just reminded her of chances, risks worth taking. her heart sang a lullaby filled of hope and happiness and learning how to stand again, learning how to breathe. her heart still knew how to breathe back then.
and when it rained, she would close her eyes and imagine it was a beautiful poem filled of fairytale happiness and promises that no one would ever break.
now, she just closes her eyes and wishes it would go away. now, she wishes the silences wouldn't drag on because maybe then her thoughts wouldn't suffocate her. s
tragedies.you deserve all the cobweb dreams,tragedies.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fairytale hopes, and explosive love
in the world, but i know that i
will never be the one
to give them to you.
you need notes that end with
'ps - you're brighter than
twenty-seven silver stars'.
i can't bring myself
to write them, though.
it's not like you'd read them,
i cut out paper hearts and
dreams and gave them to you, but
you only ripped them up and said
'these aren't good enough.'
when i painted you a picture
of golden skies and sunshine smiles,
you handed it back and told me
'next time, paint realistically.'
so i wrote you a story
filled of starless nights and
hopeless dreams. you said 'no,
i don't need this. you're
tragedy enough for me.'
by the time i was humming you
melancholy lullabies through the receiver,
you had already surrendered
to the sweet grasps of sleep.
'i'd rather nightmares than you,'
you said, hanging up the phone.
i kept singing anyway, hoping
that you would stop running
long enough for me to catch up.
but i forgot -
reasons you should listen.i. because you are the reasonreasons you should listen.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to give up
sometimes. because i'll never be
as wonderful as you, and i
feel like a piece of nothing compared to you. but
you are the one holding my hand
and pushing me forward, gently,
you are the reason
i keep trying.
ii. because i don't speak
often. because this
is a piece of me
i'm afraid to show.
iii. have you ever felt
like giving up? like
you're the gum stuck
on someone's shoe, and they
only want to be rid of you?
have you ever broken down
just because it feels like
no one cares?
because if you ever do,
i'll be there for you.
iv. because i need you to,
and this is the only way
i'll ever ask.
rainbow crayons.i. sometimes i write your namerainbow crayons.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in rainbow crayons on the walls. sometimes
my room smells like you and sometimes
i can't stand this silence
you've left me with, because it's
a cold silence, the kind that
sneaks into my blood and leaves me
[fact: i still miss you.]
ii. dreams like this are made
to make me lose my mind;
the vibrancy and the details
are so realistic,
but what happens, isn't.
because you're still here,
and your arms are around me
(and they feel so real,
oh my God, they feel so real),
but i know that you're
[fact: i wish i could forget you, but
what would i think about then?]
iii. sometimes i wonder if
there is a secret button
you have to press
to get happiness. sometimes
i wonder where yours went,
and i wonder if
that's why you left;
to go find yours.
[fact: i never could make you happy.]
iv. i never learned how to
do a lot of things:
i can't tie my shoes;
i don't know how to swim;
i've never learned to sew.
maybe if i learned to let go,
this wouldn't matter;
digging.dig deeper in yourself.digging.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but what if i find nothing?
there are no dreams, no sledgehammers,
no words, no human
strong enough to break down
the wall i've built
inside of me.
the only one who can
i need a change.
there is a world
of things undiscovered,
hiding in empty spaces
find me, please,
i go to stadiums
hoping that i'll get lost
in the sounds,
the voices and shouts and
screams, until i'm not afraid,
not sad. not me. until i'm only
and then, maybe,
things will be alright.
and so far, i have found
trees dead in winter,
ice melting and day
do you think i'll ever find hope and
you won't know
until you look.
car drives.one.car drives.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes, when we're driving
along the freeway, i wish
we could just
and sit there, watching
life and cars
pass us by.
and if we screamed
our lungs out,
would anyone even
and then, with scratchy voices
and sore lungs, we could drive
to the edge of a cliff
and wonder if maybe
life is like this cliff,
you have to just
take a chance and
and you find out later
there's ground, and sometimes
at the bottom,
and suddenly -
or maybe life is
more like a roller coaster, and adrenaline
is rush rush rushing,
and we're terrified and
screaming the whole way,
and it's only when we get off
that we want back on.
my goodbye.i used to see your face when i closed my eyes.my goodbye.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
sometimes, i saw you in the faces of others, too. a glance or a smile. a few flickering seconds, and i was reminded of you, and it was like you'd never left. never turned cold and left on a journey meant only for you.
dad said you used to smell like hopes and dreams, but i guess they broke. grandmother says you smelled of self-hatred and i wish i didn't understand. she says she saw this coming, she saw this coming, and i wonder why she didn't stop it.
and then i think, well, maybe she couldn't.
i don't have many memories of you. this makes me sad. dad tells stories about when you were little, and i forget those, too. mostly i just remember you as cigarette ashes and alcohol bottles, and i'm sorry. i'm sorry i remember you that way. i'm sorry.
i'm not very good at remembering people.
i'm not very good at seeing the best in people, either.
sometimes, i wonder if you miss us. i know they miss you, even if they're busy throwing curses at each