The art of blacking outHow I wish I could say strangersThe art of blacking out2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
crept inward, night by night,
stealing my medication and
rearranging my furniture.
But I know it's not true.
There are holes inside
my head. Oxidation.
No one unlocks this door
but me. I am just
we're the oneswe're the ones who run as fast as we canwe're the ones5 years ago in Other More Like This
simply because we want to escape
(but you can't outrace pain)
we're the ones who laugh the loudest
even though it never reaches our eyes
(and we hope no one will see the skeletons in our closets)
we're the ones who stomp through puddles
just to disrupt the smooth surfaces
(because we've grown to hate reflections)
we're the ones who dance beneath the golden sky
and we tell ourselves we're free
(but our minds are always handcuffed)
we're the ones who stare up at the stars
and we dream about life on other planets
(because this life has lost all its charm)
we're the ones who sleep all day and stay up all night
just so we can watch the sunrise
(because it seems like the only fresh start we'll ever get)
we're the ones with anger instead of blood
and complacency instead of conscience
The Innocent Screams...I hear the children's screams! They penetrate my soul! Rip my heart apart... Like a mother woken up in the middle of the night by her child screams, the fear in her heart... The torment in her voice when saying everything will be alright. That's how it feels like... but constant! Constant!The Innocent Screams...3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Their blood fills the earth... Their tears are forgotten... dried by death! And their life drained bodies lie in your hands! You the cause of their suffering! Yes you!
Or wouldn't you recognise that the sound of the bombs dropping... The guns firing... The sound of death... as your responsibility?
Humans created their own destruction. They allow their corrupt governments to cause mass suffering to others! Some of you will even claim it as the right thing to do for your country! Listen to yourselves!
Watch how you've developed... Giving your power to corrupts!... Corruption is the one in power! They share no love for you! They care not! All they want is power! They control your lives, your houses, you
The Slow Descent into DementiaThe Slow Descent into Dementia1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bound and left for the beasts,
what awaits is no end
No shade finds my flesh,
and the catching fibers
are slowly burnt to a crisp
And such a darkness,
the vision of my eyes,
Whatever lies ahead
The rotting time,
The old home of my mind...
the dust and asbestos
what fragments remain.
left for my demons-
I'm simply waiting for time
to drag me away and down,
for the rotting feast...
to begin waiting
for this life
to fade away
with every bite.
Day Dream, Day Lifewe fly, we fly.Day Dream, Day Life5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we dive into the sky
with our rowboat robot minds.
gold light, life goals,
being told to get a life
because life goes
hear ye, hear ye,
we're merely here, see?
while you're clearly weary,
my worries steer free
because i just be,
i understand that everything i see is but a dream,
so what you call dreaming is what i call living clean,
going through every moment like every second has meaning,
and i never stop believing in God, because He's you,
He's everything you see, learn, love, and never knew,
so if you walk through life faithless for the above,
you'll be stuck on the ground forever never knowing the truest love.
count to six and die1.count to six and die5 years ago in Other More Like This
if eyes are the window to the soul
then everytime you looked away
you were drawing the curtains
and shutting me out
you always looked so scared
even when you slept
as though the fear had crept through your bones
and twisted through your veins
and somehow become as much a part of you as your flesh and blood
your lips were cracked and bleeding
and it looked like it hurt to show anyone your smile
so i suppose thats why i never saw one
your heart was broken and repaired too many times
until it gave up and shattered
and became nothing but dust
(but to me it was gold dust)
you used to tell the greatest stories
and you'd animate them with your toothpick limbs
and for a few moments your translucent face would light up
and you would just
you're just a memory now
a beautiful silver memory
a memory that makes me smile
remindersi'd like to bottle your laughterreminders5 years ago in Other More Like This
so that whenever anything funny happened i could let a little out
and pretend you were laughing with me
i'd like to melt away my skin so the scars didn't show and i was just a forest of blue green veins
i'd like to pull down a star and keep it in my back pocket
and whenever i thought of you i would pull it out
and it would remind me that you were the only star i needed
i'd like to fly above the clouds with you
so we could peek through at all the people who used to call us names
and know that finally it didn't matter
(and then we'd chase the sunset so the day would last forever)
you're my romeo
but no matter how hard i try
i can't seem to be your juilet
The White Parade: V of VIChapter V: Four WeeksThe White Parade: V of VI7 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It’s a month to the show. A month. Four weeks, give or take a day…
“I can’t believe it. Prismacolor markers, pencils…oil paints, turpentine…brushes…” He stares at the bounty with wide eyes. “Where did you get all of this?”
I just grin and set down a bag full of canvases of various sizes on the bed. “I happen to have very good friends.”
Actually, Mac happens to have very good friends. Friends in places an artist can only dream to have friends.
“Are those the…?”
“Mm-hmm. I think someone said something about bringing in an easel later.”
“Really? A-an easel?”
“Mm-hm.” I open the window. A small breeze blows through the screen, but nothing strong enough to disrupt papers. “It’ll be easier than painting on the windowsill.”
“Yeah…” He goes back to staring at the
Eventthe stars are sharp and the wind has teethEvent2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
night is black as a bodybag
clanking, buzzing sounds surround
as the wind has its way with the town
dimlights from the hospital over there
cheerios in milk over here
the night ripped in two by the surgeons saw
the dreamless, the hopeless, the flawed
(sometimes the world shifts on its axis
and never settles right again)
the wind is sharp and the stars have teeth
chewing through the darkness
eating dreams, vomiting dust to the ground
the surgeon pulls his mask down
nothing more that we could do
goodnight, i've other things to tend to
bonesaw and flatline sounds surround
as the wind has its way with the town
AwakeCracked an eye;Awake3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
still a smooth blanket of dark.
Pebbles rolled and fell behind.
Glue unstuck, the pebbles reached
the brain and sang, scooting
across a nicotine urge,
Urination, caffination, nicotine-ization.
The inner chittering and chattering,
never still, loud and
Screeching sirens for the pebbles
to bound against.
DrownBlackness at three AMDrown3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Books of hymns
Ribbons, wreathes, smoke
Phone calls from the dead
These things I know
HomePink flamingos and garden gnomes, bright sun, long shadows across the lawnHome2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A screen door slams and a fly buzzes in, through my ear into my brain
Jesus Christ walking across a puddle, something in my sweet tea, minds a muddle
A car horn honks and a mother yells, "Y'all come get these groceries!"
The TV's on a soap about lost love-bones, a queen sits in my dad's chair, fizzled and stoned
Light a Newport and try to forget the static on channel Z
Help me Rhonda my hat-heads flaking off, the dust on the dresser grown fat and soft
Who'll fry the bacon when I'm gone? Who'll remember this day?
Remember?Remember how you looked at the night sky when you were a child?Remember?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where does the awe and wonder go, is it yet in an old jacket pocket
in a box in your mother's attic?
How close to the earth we were, short-legged and unmarked by the worries of the world.
How easy to dream of bright tomorrows, when so many lay ahead.
Remember when you could see the face of the man in the moon?
Two CrowsIts dark again this morning; eight o'clock, and the sun refuses to shineTwo Crows2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Night recedes, dawn stays, mimicking twilight
Windblown, grey, it can only be called "day" because of the hour.
I think about the fading murals of Jim Morrison at Venice Beach
I think about the friends I've never seen who live in my computer
I think about how harsh my cigarette is, how bitter the coffee
(I think that I spend too much time thinking and not enough living)
But the grey life isn't living, it's waiting for the sun, and who knows when
The sun will come?
I put on my coat and go outside for a smoke, hoping to touch something
Not bleeding grey
Two crows in the bleakness; one stands guard while the other eats
It makes me smile, and the day is not wasted, even though its too cold
Always YouOpen my head, reach in, see what you pull outAlways You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing but images of you
You in the Hallowed Hollow, you in fancy dress
Flying with the crows through the winter snow
It's always only you
You're on my TV selling cars, fighting mutant worms on Mars
You're in my fridge behind the juice, on jar lids just a bit too loose
You're in my closet wearing my jeans, somehow they fit you better than me
You're in my car, you're in the air, you're in my dreams in your underwear
Open my arm, my vein, see what I bleed out
Nothing but platelets of you
You in the spotlight in New York, you dressed all in white
Healing, working, dancing, dreaming
It's always only you
Saviour SelfHand me down through eternity.Saviour Self3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pass me from the beds of your tired hopes to the
cities of your aspirations.
Leave out your silly fears of afterlife
and calm me with your mortal need.
Sophistication has always been but a pretext to arrogance
that i cannot abide.
I cannot abide.
Pass me further,
help me hide.
Help me descend through countless eons.
Pass me from the tables of your dreamed-of bounty to the
fields of your lust.
Cast down your silly fears of this life
and lay with me in carnal greed.
Asphyxiation has alw
A Blazing HatA blazing hat, a tattooed heart, he walks through the crowd aloneA Blazing Hat2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today was going to be a good day, but now the sky is green
and everyone is speaking a new language
Whitebone orb over the merriment, his clothing reeks of sadness
Too late for the releasing of doves, or for happy farewells
when strangers wear blinders and greet shadows
The newest tattoo reads "poet", which may as well read "isolation"
The simmering stew of vaguely familiar faces in plots of earth
waiting for burial, or arrival, or knowledge
These are the days of broken-down carnivals and fly-away balloons
The days when your face is not in the crowd, not anywhere at all
when sidewalks crack like spines, and eggs, and minds
Cullen's Curse.I have a hunger, an aching deep within;Cullen's Curse.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A longing beyond all desire.
But I lack the ability to commit such a sin;
Eternal life is but a lonely existence.
Warmth and love is no longer known to me.
Time stands still; in the midst of my immortality.
Can a heart expire, I ask?
Or is love still gently in my grasp.
But alas, I am drawn away from it's trance;
For I dare not spread such a lonely solitude.
And I fear love's sweet touch will that force me to do.
My heart has beaten for a thousand years,
And I've grown tired of it's restless beats;
In which I used to find such comfort, now consumes me in my fears.
With a hope that maybe the rhythms will retreat.
With a silence known only to the dead, so bitter sweet.
And yet it refuses to do so, as it continues on;
For I am blessed with this unwavering curse.
In itself; a paradox.
For I now am cursed with the power to kill;
Without the power to die.
And this thirst grows more each day,
And I fear I can no longer chase it's alluring nature away.
forever youngSomehow between the emptiness and the scars we manage to survive on our twelve dollar smiles and the memories that we know will last for neverforever young5 years ago in Other More Like This
Our days are just a lead up to these hazy nights that we tell ourselves will never end; our thoughts and words are all deceptions
(deceptive for the cause)
We stare nostalgically at the lives we traded for this;
this isnt life, its just a fading hearts mid-life crisis
(but we wouldn't have it any other way)
Together we smile and alone we cry
and we tell ourselves we're alright
These are the nights i never want to say goodbye to
These are the memories that are perfect in their stuttering flashes
These are the people that i tell myself ill never forget
And these are the moments that define a lifetime
(youre only young forever once)
This Poem Is Not About Youlittle sprouts shoot out from my old potato headThis Poem Is Not About You1 year 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
TiredI am tired, heavy-footed, worn with wear I wear my hairTired2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cold air blows through windows trying to nip the buds
I watch the cigarette smoke whip through the air currents
Saddened by the sun's insistence, shining on a day like
I am rust, I am crushed metal, junkyard darkness, graveyard
I can't remember when I remembered what I'm trying so hard
Fire in oil drums replace the sun and the screaming and singing's
I can't sing anymore, like Clancy can't, and the noise in my head's a
Sanctuary in FlamesSanctuary in Flames1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I’m barefoot again, toes curling in the soft grass as I watch the night rise, waiting for the light show. The stars here shine brighter than I’ve ever seen, and sometimes the sky is streaked with ribbons of sea green and violet. It’s the Northern Lights, I think. Whatever it is, it’s truly breathtaking. Colors swirling slowly like an acid trip galaxy, I can’t help but stare. This place is unbelievable.
With a chuckle I wonder if I’m on another planet.
I take slow steps into the yard, it’s warm tonight and I’m feeling lazy. Plopping down in an Adirondack chair I give a small wave to Andy and he’s scowling, having spotted the bottle of wine in my hands.
“I’ll share,” I offer even though I know he doesn’t drink, at least not while he’s working.
He sighs and leans back into his chair staring out into the horizon. I’m surprised that he doesn’t speak; I thought for sure he’d object.