dear mirror girldear you:dear mirror girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are storm clouds in your eyes
and all the warning signs
are pointing to destruction.
the cracks marring your cheeks
are oozing pus
and your makeup coverings have failed you.
you're falling apart
and screaming through every minute
and don't you see?
you've lost pounds of soggy eyelashes
and your skin is leaking pigment,
i only want to help you,
but you don't see yourself the way i do.
dear mirror girl:
i'm not happy with your grin.
it's much too fake;
a sloppy paint job
with no hope of ever changing.
you have rings around your eyes
and all you care to do is stare in desolation,
but don't you get it?
i'm tired of this lie.
take your hands out of your pockets
and wipe those tear-stains from your cheeks,
there are more important things
than beauty sleep
and relaxing baths
and that drawing in the corner.
and smell reality:
the rain falls everywhere,
not just on you.
stop squashing your heart.
i realize it's
+A Lover+a lover Pained+A Lover+6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a lover Hurt
a lover Saddened-
a lover Curt.
a lover Stained
a lover Lied
a lover Sent To-
a lover Cried.
a lover Trained
a lover Bored
a lover Let Go-
a lover Stored.
a lover Tainted
a lover Tried
a lover Scorned-
a lover Died.
The DraftA woman waiting by the window,The Draft5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Statue held by bated breath
No letters yet, no news of death.
The draft has come and cleared the board,
Of all but Bishops, Knights and Queens.
The Pawns have gone to play abroad,
And die in budget battle scenes.
To fall with phosphor flashing rounds
The Draft has come, Oh empty towns.
Truths and Lies--In and OutI really hate to say thisTruths and Lies--In and Out5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(HAH! What are we, ten?)
I'm not sure that this is working
(I don't WANT to be your friend!)
Everything has gone downhill
(I blame this shit on you!)
I need to work some problems out
(I know exactly what to do)
So what have you been doing?
(Who did you sleep beside last night?)
How's your life been lately?
(How does her hair look in the light?)
I completely understand
(but can I strangle you just for fun?)
I'm happy as long as you are
(I hope you know that we are done.)
So why did you call me?
(Can't you leave me the Hell alone!?)
It was nice of you to think of me
(Should I disconnect my phone?)
Oh, so did you get my email?
(Do I have to block you as well?)
Have I gotten annoying yet?
(because you're putting me through Hell.)
Yeah, we had some good times.
(Why won't you let me forget?!)
Oh yeah, I remember saying that!
(Aren't you tired of this yet?)
Yeah, maybe w
inchworm.I have a riddle for you, you said, and I smiled,inchworm.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
twisting my hair in my fingers.
good. I like riddles.
if theres a worm, you said, stuck at the bottom of a thirty-foot well,
and every day he climbs two feet up and
every night he slides one foot down
he gets out of the well on the twenty-ninth day, I said.
I know that one.
I have one for you.
you sat back a little and your lips twitched.
okay, you said, hesitantly.
if theres this relationship, I said,
stuck in a huge rut,
and every day it takes one step forward and
three steps back,
when does it reach the point that I can trust you again?
Grey Birds RoostingRemember remember,Grey Birds Roosting5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The birds of September
That darkly floated in,
Before the sun-burst of colour
And heavy briefcase rain.
Before all falling shapes were lost
In choking clouds of concrete dust
And journalists, (that's full grown men)
Showed their tears on CNN.
But my diction only sours-
So remember remember,
The birds of September,
Gliding into towers.
And when you see infantry in the East,
The price of our peace.
Lovers Leave You EmptyLike the first time you scraped your kneesLovers Leave You Empty6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or fell flat on your face
Vindicated until the limit boils and
Ends as quickly as it came
Recall the terrified feeling of being
Separated in a dark place
Like the time you lost yourself in the woods
Expecting to be gone without a trace
And the sting of bitter words
Vocalized in your first fight
Extracts thoughts from far away
You cant sleep at night
Or the flush of pain
Upon your youthful skin
Every time you were tore down
Memories stirring from within
Perhaps it is all these things
That makes the heartache worse, lovers leave
You empty, an unavoidable curse.
Criminal thoughts...Today I woke and saw my window as every morning...Criminal thoughts...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The same sky was outside, the same houses, the same people...
Yet the feeling inside me was slighty different...
I have a beating heart... that sometimes wants to bleed so hard...
I have my love far away from my touch...
The sadness aproacches me and I feel depress...
I see my sky once more, with this bleeding feelings of love all around me, and I think...
How lucky I am...
Somehow I see the world being full of art, so pretty, yet so open...
I feel free even when I feel that my hearts travels millions of miles to be right were it wants...
I feel so alive...
Everything inspires me, from the tick rain, to the burning sky, because I see the world as an open door...
Chances to have fun, chances to make love. chances to hold on...
Even when I cry I can feel the art coming trought my heart...
The fear of losing the love inside my heart gets lost when I see his pretty eyes and hear his beatiful voice...
I know I love him.. I know I miss him..
You Are HereAt this slighted intersectionYou Are Here6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without divine intervention, just confusion
With your life - struggling out of control
But hey, you know where you are, and you are
Here, in human hair and human skin
Conflicted and ever so constricted within
With fingers in fives, just pray you're alive
Because you wouldn't want to be anywhere but here
And so here you are
A place called Earth
A place of birth and also famously known
As the waiting room for Hell
Oh well, at least it's near
So settle down, have a snack or drink a beer
Just wait until you see the smoke and the mirrors
Forcing shivers upon you, but don't let that stop you
So what are you waiting for?
Examine the arrow, pointing to your head
It's merely an indicator, a sign saying you're not yet dead
So wrap up tight, it'll be a long life, and an even longer night
Standing in a graveyard with dead crows all around
It's here that I know what you're thinking,
But the grey gets even better when you're alive, so
Ignore the compulsory fear, and ple
Unlove MeHe looked at me, with those oblong eyes of his, and said, "Sarah, I don't think I love you anymore."Unlove Me6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I didn't move and I'm pretty sure I didn't blink. I just stood there, expressionless, while looking at the half-chopped carrots in front of me.
"You know, it's going to rain tonight," I said, my fingers re-clutching the knife and continuing to chop the carrots.
He looked at me, with those malachite eyes of his, and said:
"You're not yourself anymore. I..."
"Josh, can you hand me that pan?"
Red. I try my best to scrape away every last ounce of the colour. It's everywhere. I know he wouldn't like it if his parents came over and the house was filthy. He hated that.
"I'll have to change," I said looking at my dress, covered in orange and red.
AsylumDeep in the ravenous pit of my soulAsylum4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where love once burned with a hellish fury
I lie in wait, a vile revenant of what I once was
Tortured and raped by your affection.
My dark sanctuary is the last bastion
A misbegotten hole in which I may fester
It has become my serpentine salvation
After all past defenses had crumbled at your feet
Was I not so long ago the angel in this story?
Battle weary but brave and bright eyed
The Light's own agent of Love's forgotten truths
My sword was my faith in you, my halo was our love
Now I am corrupted and defiled, wings ripped apart
Demon blood runs cold through blackened veins
My eyes are windows to a deeper madness
With my heart torn out, it shall beat no longer
Bipolar LoveWhen I think of you I feel so happyBipolar Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel so alive
I feel like I can change the world with my bare hand
When I see you standing there my heart flies
My heart feels complete
feels happy again
When I talk to you I feel fine
But then I remember you aren't mine
Then it all comes back
The pain of knowing you belong to her
You smile because of someone else
Then I want to cry
Then I cant hide
All the hurt that buries deep inside my heart
Then you say you want to see me
Then you ask where I was
And my mind starts to fly
starts to wonder and I laugh
I feel so happy
The thought of seen you again makes me feel so great
The dream of watching again
Your pretty eyes and lovely smile
But then I remember
I remember you are only a friend
You don't love me
You don't care
that is when my heart hits reality and dies again
That is when I remember that you are never here and you never will
This bipolar love I feel inside makes me feel alive
Makes me want to die
Makes my heart melt and cry
PercentilesWe're the different ones; the artists, the poets,Percentiles4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the musicians sitting in a far off world at the back of all your classes, those that don't
say much unless amongst friends, who
slowly sink into their skin as the years
go by and who find themselves by the maps
on the backs of their arms, not the front
We're those kids who get far too passionate
about history, discussing philosophy as though
it were the changing weather and ridden
with unsatisfied answers about the way
this place works, not merely content with
the spoon-fed ideals so easily consumed.
We're that one-third of young people
actually caring about who's ruining
the country, who let themselves be heard
if it's worth cutting through the noise
and the understanding that sometimes
one song can mean more than an entire string
So here's to the thirty-three percent of us
who would rather live for something
meaningful, as opposed to the latest trend,
the ones that don't mind a shade of obscurity
Lemonade with SundayIt's one of those days, you know, the ones where the air is so thick and heavy you feel like your sucking it in through a big old quilt. Every time I wake up to these days for a moment I don't want to get out of bed, because days like these are the ones that are full of memories that I am the only keeper over.Lemonade with Sunday4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember that when we were kids you would come running up my stairs on days like this happy as a pig in the mud. I would answer the door already in a bad mood because my hair was sticking to the sweat on the back on my neck, every time I would frown and say, "boy what is wrong with you, you're not supposed to smile in hell." But my moods never slowed you down. You loved those days when the lowest temperature was 90°F, days of lemonade and lying in the tall grass absorbing that awful sun. My only desire was to soak in a cold bath all day but you would lay in that grass with those freckles across your cheeks and that infectious smile and I would sit out there because that sm
The Changing Faces of MankindA jealous manThe Changing Faces of Mankind6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will often strike
blows to the heart of his enemy
and wish ill circumstances
upon said person.
A lonely man
will fall to his knees
act out of desperation,
beg for forgiveness
and do it all a second time.
A bitter man
will carry venom
sneer at those beneath him,
and go home cold.
A humble man
will let credit go
to those who need it more,
he needs only self-satisfaction
to know where he belongs.
A real man
will strike with pity,
will fall with grace,
will sneer at temptation
and with the stamp of dignity
he will venture off
into the world.
For a Moment ThereI amFor a Moment There4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a fear of love,
fear of rejection.
a flawed face,
scratched at by tortured nails.
a water stained mirror,
that sad souls wish to break.
stretched white skin,
that tired fingers pull at in dismay.
Once full of life but abandoned,
greedy hands cracked open my fragile shell.
My heart a hollow space forcefully licked clean.
a fetal form, knees to chin,
wrapped in a patched up blanket
of bitterness and insecurities.
When will I be reborn?
NagasakiWas that a trembling of the ground?Nagasaki5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And did I hear the tell of guns?
If so it were a single round
Of magnitude, oh what a sound!
To break the Nagasaki air
And now the rush of summer rains?
What evil shakes my windowpanes?
What thunder, what fighting?
What battles and lightning?
Why the flash in Japan's skies?
Where the roof and how such heat?
Why a blindness in my eyes?
And why the stink of searing meat?
You Will Know I LiedIf it makes you happyYou Will Know I Lied6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if it releases your anger
if it lets you forget
if it helps you at all
ill tell you things will get better
ill give you a reason to be here
ill show you only good memories
ill wake you gently
you should know
i can not let you slip away
not if its for only a minute
you will know
it's all worth it
in the end
you will know i lied
you would call out to the starsyou fell headfirst into beauty you never should have touchedyou would call out to the stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you stumbled onto a land that has long since been turned to dust
(even though the ways the sunlight shines here is something you swear never to forget)
sometimes you think that you should have never left your home
other times you breathe in the clean air and wonder how you could relish such a standstill life
you hold the world in your palms
a paradox of enormous proportions that you never seem to notice
(or care really, you always were a wild one)
time has gone the long way around you
and you been left stranded in a place in which it has no meaning
you still wish on shooting stars
because that's a habit too deeply ingrained to ignore
(or maybe you just hope too much)
lullabies will ring in your ears sometimes
their haunting tunes lingering long after you've opened your eyes
you aim your feet to walk along an edge
thinner than a shadow
(you often wonder if you'll make it)
The Beautiful MistakeHeres to the broken hearts and shattered dreamsThe Beautiful Mistake6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The bitter thoughts and the forbidden scenes
Heres when desperation shows its truth
The pain of saying farewell to my youth
Heres to letting go, and breaking free
The tragic pain thats meant to be
Heres to my final day and becoming awake
Heres to me, the beautiful mistake
countdown to zeroexcitement:countdown to zero4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
one sheet of cheap paper
detailing every growth,
chalked down to weeks
and several tiny images.
ear structure forming.
scrawled across the page.
events that should be itemized,
stuck in the family museum,
clipped down to snapshot memories.
twelve thousand thoughts
of names and pain,
of teaching morals and values,
of how to say "no"
even though sometimes,
i couldn't myself.
and the constant knowledge
that the timing might not have been right.
the sudden gush of crimson,
one frantic drive to the er...
you weren't ready to love us.
who you'd have looked like,