Lilt Hubris But LovinglyLilt Hubris But Lovingly5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I shake the most when I've never felt stiller than a mountain of laundry flattered by the detachment of fastening my jacket before dying feigns the sheets wonder of bed life like before the linen shelf was filed or lightheaded domination died in the drying of people as special as you're making my feeling like a car salesman in a Plato costume we're seeing through and through seeing the bonafide fibers and stupid gold chains of the softest names for real hardness parting reigns so we're black horses waving back to tunnel ending strangers so like life that the translucence is sucking death off our shadow for new grossness's beginning fresh as baby's supernova so murmurous of the purpose poised in my superfluous point of speaking from the peak of Whateverest that I bet nothing ever better than a wet bone to gnaw was never left alone to press bare paw right against the raw stone so I let her know it's a dog feeling patience like panacea is knowing the weather and when to be or not to be al
I Found Your Lips In The DarkI Found Your Lips In The Dark12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Good things come to those that wait."
A night full of smiles.
I can't look at you without getting weak in the knees.
Grasping onto my hand.
Running your fingers slowly across my palm.
Deep conversations about nothing.
Making me giggle.
Being so completely comfortable after a few drinks.
Poking your belly.
My leg touching yours as we sat next to each other on the couch.
We're at the peak of our innocence and something's bound to happen.
I tell you I have no talent.
You share a story.
I share my praise.
Sharing a drink.
Lingering over the thought that your lips touched my straw.
Would those lips meet mine anytime soon?
The songs played on.
I wanted nothing more than to imitate a feline.
Pounce on my prey.
Devour it whole.
You gave me:
A kiss on the hand.
A kiss on the forehead.
A kiss on the cheek.
Nothing would suffice.
Staring into your eyes and seeing the way you look at me.
Like I'm something amazing.
"Kiss me you fool" would have been innap
butterfly effectbutterfly effect5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
who would have thought this feeling could exist,
my heart aflutter at her batted lash?
what tempest has her love let loose, what mist
has come to pass over my mind? a crash
of breaths like sailors drawn by siren song
have kissed my shores of lung with weary ships.
their bodies pass on through as ghosts along
the rivers of my mind. by this eclipse
of thought, a chaos theory map unfurls,
my crescent lips, to guide the men within
A Key PointHello. I'm your left shift key. You know, on your keyboard? I think it's time we had a little chat.A Key Point5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
See, I think I have things better than some others I know. Like my friends P, A, I, and N you know those keys? - well, they've been feeling used. Whenever you open up Microsoft Word, they just start groaning because they feel your poetry coming. Me, though, I guess I'm just feeling ignored. Unappreciated. You know the feeling? I know you do. I saw that poem about your family. Tough stuff, right there. I feel you, I really do.
I know you feel all deep without me. Like the restraints I put upon you shackle your inner poet. I'm not uncool. Believe me, I am down with the youngsters. And I know the time it takes to capitalize could cause your conversation about your English teacher to Tanya to drag. I am the most understanding key on your keyboard, believe me. Not like Insert. Believe me, that guy's a total asshole. But I just think you really haven't considered all the dynamics
Darkness, I...Darkness, I...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every night I pick a star in the sky
and persistently follow the path
that leads to it.
But soon I realize:
the star that once lit the way
is now dead,
and has been so for eons...
Tonight I shall choose a new direction,
one with no light
and I will navigate on it,
and witness the birth and death of galaxies
as I go by...
But I won't stop,
I will go on
Oh, Darkness, I...
home is the place
you launch your ships from
Time Heals Nothing..in MeTime Heals Nothing..in Me4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Time Heals Nothing
Your sprit passes threw me like a cold breeze on a warm day,
no physical being left to see,
but I know you are with me.
TIME HEALS NOTHING!!!!!!!!!.....in me
I've gone to all the places you would be,
still I cant except your not with me.
your grave is so lonely,
like two staring eyes in the night.
TIME HEALS NOTHING!!!!!!!!!.....in me
. zen .. zen .7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
I'm no longer afraid to die
I'm surely not afraid to kill
I walk with purpose in my eye
and nothing written in my will
among the mortals I am fierce
without a blink I can kill ten
I wear the armor no blades pierce
and all along my mind is zen
BlindnessBlindness3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The images in my head have always been overwhelming,
eclipsing or completely drowning the reality
that lays before my eyes.
am I to see?
True and HaikuArt is lingerie;True and Haiku5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
silk and satin draped upon
our starving egos.
i quit making wishes for you"charlie?"i quit making wishes for you6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"do you ever make wishes like a normal girl?"
"what do you mean?"
"i mean...do you ever fling your wishes to the stars, stop the clock on repeated numbers, pluck your eyelashes out with numb fingers...that sort of thing?"
"you think it's normal to be so obsessed with happy endings that scientists had to create an eyelash-growing formula for the world's love-struck teenage girls?"
"well...maybe. don't you?"
"no. i think the world forgot the point of making wishes years ago."
"oh. so what is the point?"
"it's knowing you're bound to be disappointed, because wishes go unheard and saying them out loud always causes problems. wishes are for the hopeless who need daily reminders of why they became hopeless in the first place."
"that's really depressing, you know that?"
"yes. and you want to know something?"
"i don't know...do i?"
"i stopped making wishes when i made kissing you a habit. your lips always taste
it began when:his fingers beat his tears in the race to touch his cheek.it began when:6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"don't you wish we'd have fallen in love?"
"every single day."
feather girloften, i'm dreamingfeather girl4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
of my hands in your hair like
a halo of skin
a thousand daysthe sky was an endless seaa thousand days4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of grey and white and lost sailors
those who knew no better
who had no one to miss them
i had not seen the sun in days
months, years, decades or lifetimes
bathed myself in cold, murky water
because i was a lost sailor
who knew no better
and had no one to miss me
your skin in the spring light and
brown hands wrapped around mine,
lingering kisses in the dark
and your smile, stretched across
a canvas of hope and second chances
washed away those thousand days;
showed me that the sun is not hidden
i just didn't know where to look
Coffee HouseWords effervese emotions,Coffee House4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
evaporating every ounce of need from the soul,
wafting towards the rafters,
and overlooking the lonely below.
Their hands hold temporary comfort,
while lips burn against fleeting passion found,
of flavored promises,
brewed from hope, blackened and ground.
masks the bitterness here,
in the house of coffee and fears.
Hurricane Wind ChimesDusk settles as dust and cloaks her in tangible vulnerabilities.Hurricane Wind Chimes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clavicles creak like weary attics, where molting untruths rest.
Anemia is giving more than you've got.
(That's why I am wasting away.)
Sea glass is nothing more than sugar-coated catastrophe.
(I can relate.)
We're all teeming with gust-flavored doubt, which is really too bad.
We should learn from the rain-drops, grappling and eloping on cheeks and chins.
In the end, everything is okay.
your warmthyou stood in the doorway, damp orange light falling across your skin, black hoodie falling from your shoulders gently, hair a mess - and you were all but perfect. you stood, leaning against the door frame a little too drunk, and smiled at me. it was that kind of smile that i knew meant more than it should have, the one i have seen too many times since - the kind of smile that meant something. i'd like to tell myself it meant the world - that when, for the first time in a year, our eyes met and you told me something that wasn't a lie - the stars had aligned or the universe corrected itself - but i know that's not true.your warmth4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we kissed that night, the alley way beside your house. you ran your hand along my legs, along my ripped tights, and i could feel your heartbeat under the sleeve of the shirt i had always loved. you stared at me, face relaxed, and told me that you had wanted that for a year.
sometimes, i think i have too.
my heart didn't explode though, and my knees didn't shudder undernea
New RoutineHe died before I finished breakfast.New Routine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My daily routine of black coffee
I cannot forget.
His eyes in that grainy photograph
pierced the center of my conscience,
Like he knew
I had skipped the front page and
went straight for the "Personals"
brandishing a harsh red pen.
The radio was silent
like the nothing in my mind
when I finally saw it
chronologically playing out:
and a single final phrase
I've changed since.
The flavor of remorse never left my mouth.
I only have black coffee now
Eggs make me feel guilty
I never really told him-
"Sorry I didn't love you enough".
what humans do0:00what humans do5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she met him when she was fifteen, stupid, and willing to do anything to get out of her own head. it was winter, new snow sticking to the ground in snowbanks - like a naked blanket, cold on cold with ice. houses were lined up on the streets, chimneys blaring smoke, colors sticking out against the sky's dull grays. cars rolled by, marking the streets all with the same, parallel tracks, like fingerprints with chains attached. thick exhaust fills her senses.
he seemed weird to her. not because of his cocky, laid-back appearance, but because of the complete fresh and virgin ardor he gave her. it wasn't that kind of sense you get when you're born - the average, cliche smell, taste, touch, sight - but when you pass the age of twelve or thirteen.
he was the untouchable, the near-unforgivable. the sweet fruit to adolescence. the thing you taste when you want something new - lips on lips, tongues tying, tugging on piercings - the umph to the skinny jeans, the belt loops