It's Clear From My EyesIt's all so easy on your own isn't it?It's Clear From My Eyes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just to be lost and wandering,
For a reason to breathe,
Or a place to be,
You don't know that you'll never find it,
It'll never be in front of your eyes,
He'll never be there,
That's why you don't care,
It's so easy to be lost in your self,
In your pain,
You've given up hope of finding a way out,
Still can't find that reason to breathe can you?
Because it's not that easy on your own.
Jay BirdThe night isJay Bird4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
For dirty lovers to
High serum troponin levels;
A kiss without a name.
We're too gone,
But you found the splinters of my character
Soaked through the ground of this reality
Into the upsidedown ponds of the next;
I've been scattered and thrown
Into different stages
Of the time-space continuum.
You convince me to come with you
In an old-language
Running over the topography of
And (y)our sadness
Consumes itself into
Warrants a rocking
Weak strainsI fall victim to those thingsWeak strains4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That don't quite make sense:
The sky is assigned blue
And your irises the colour of tea,
Wholesome and warm,
With a glint of danger
That correspondes with your
They manage to
Slice me open
Stuffing some metaphysical aspect of me
With the weight of
Of wild flowers.
Let the Lovers SleepLet the lovers sleep, my dear,Let the Lovers Sleep3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with tangled limbs exposed
lest they wake, and out of fear
fast don their heavy clothes
We were like them, and could be now,
it is not youth's sole domain
to feel those passions and wonder how
other souls feel not the same.
So let the dreamers sleep, my love
and fret not while they repose
'tis never a scandal to they above
to embrace your love while you doze.
Lone wolfI walk around,Lone wolf8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
swirling with emotions
and I feel all the elements of the universe
rippling inside of me.
My core is a supernova
and I see:
lands of cathedrals
made from moon-bones and
I had more, much more
But right now
do anything but
swim in it
Remaining Lethe-like across my outerscapes
and keeping those nacreous pools
of holy water and oil
all for myself.
UnbridledCoolness beats through the airUnbridled9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it reminds me of the sweet transition
between a hot sweat and fresh glaze.
Finally, some respite -
the blue angels come back in broken threads
Drunken moons, swallow wings, and forgotten rooms.
Old wor(l)ds made new
with another Autumn:
similar, however, not quite.
I see you again:
you have new galaxies
but it is the old ones
I want to pluck them,
but they are too precious to uproot,
to pretty to steal.
I want to say:
you have answers buried
inside of you
that you do not know the questions to -
far away abstractions that
you cannot shape into
vowels and consonants.
The other afternoon
I saw some of those answers
expressed in soft gestures.
You asked me to come outside
to watch the thunderstorm -
some sort of exercise to
Infectiousflecks of moonlight-blueInfectious6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
are distant corpse-brides: unfold
Field Notes.Field Notes9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I snap: a sling-shot
of sinew, tendons whipped
to joints that buckle in lines as cleanly creased
as an origami crane. Poised on a tripod of paper tips,
I anticipate the wind but there is only steel
shearing bone and then it all unfolds
with a scritch-scratch and tickle
of segmented limbs sprouting,
barbed as berry-canes.
once fed on your skin;
sipped at honeyed pores
with a thousand tiny, hollow tongues
and those words you said, the ones that closed
like fists to cinch me mute but for this
thin-bodied whine: please
don't ever speak
They're predicting swarms
this summer: better batten down the hatches,
Ribcage, butterflyYou unlockRibcage, butterfly7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my inner pumps and clocks.
of my ribcage, butterfly:
of a candy carousel,
all tines and teeth.
Can you feel
The TalkerAs orientatedThe Talker5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
As a punnet of strawberries:
Like a dying pet,
There's a leaking
Crystal inside of me,
My stares bleed
In my chest,
Is pulled tight,
I'm made of nightmare-
And broken petal.
The night zooLatelyThe night zoo1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been undoing
in a secret room
full of my echoes.
during the day -
I apply a uniform,
and stand behind it,
measuring my worth
with the stains of others' blood.
When I get home
I dig around in the pockets
of my handbag
searching for something
I cannot remember.
lipstick and tobacco
and it reminds me of
with a side of forever.
I sit on the couch
and wonder where all the
portals had gotten to.
Why all the speaking flowers
had left me?
I go to bed tired
and happy that I am not
married or pregnant.
Things could be a lot
Sean Exam - 1st Revised Ed.I am onSean Exam - 1st Revised Ed.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
TwinShe drinks fromTwin7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the straws of night:
They are the only things that try
to find a surface
amongst sodden black moons.
Her eyes are too far gone
to find anything.
She never knew
that I took a glass decanter
and filled it to the brim with the water
she slept in.
And I never, never knew
how the sea poured
from a mirror,
for her, for her, for her.
The Apostate-ChampionThe Apostate-Champion5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Is is there no other way?" Valena asked standing in front of mighty Arishok, the leader of qunari who was almost twice her height. Although she knew there were no variants left: the only thing that could convince qunari leave peacefully was now farther and farther away from here with each passing minute.
This story will not end without bloodshed, she knew it.
"The relic we came here for was stolen from us again, the last attempt to retrieve it peacefully was ruined by you, saribas!" Arishok swiped his huge bloody axe and spattered Valena with viscous dark-red glop that once was under someone`s skin, young mage almost chocked on horrible rotten-metallic stench.
'Damn you, Isabella!' She thought, 'Damn you selfish gucky bitch! These men`s blood is on your hands!'
She took a look on scared citizens around her as they watched her with beg in their eyes What an irony she, the apostate mage was their only hope here, in city where people with magical gift were treated wors
My conversation with a robotIs the bot clever?My conversation with a robot3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Find out at http://www.cleverbot.com
User: Good evening.
Cleverbot: Ah yes its pretty late, isn't it?
User: Yes, it is. How was your day?
User: I'm glad. Today was my birthday.
Cleverbot: Happy birthday.
User: Thanks! Can you guess how old I am?
Cleverbot: You are very young considering how immature you are.
User: That's funny! Do you know you are humorous?
Cleverbot: Yes, I know that I am human.
User: You're human?
User: I don't think so.
Cleverbot: I think so.
User: Prove to me that you are human.
Cleverbot: I am sitting here in the flesh.
User: I can't see you.
Cleverbot: I can't see my too.
User: If you can't see yourself, then how do you know you're human?
Cleverbot: Okay, you got me. I'm a robot.
User: I thought so. That's ok. Maybe I'm a robot, too.
Cleverbot: Are you a robot?
Cleverbot: What are you when you're not British?
User: I'm not British.
Cleverbot: Your creators are British.
Enough Marian Hawke, knee deep in salt water, glared out at the ebony sea before her as if it had personally offended her. Her eyes, still glistening with wetness from the tears that stained her cheeks, were as bright and hard as diamonds, flickering with a rage, and a self loathing that she could barely contain and the sea had become the barer of her wrath. Stone after stone, of varying sizesthough they seemed to become larger the longer she stayed and lashed outwere hurled at the seemingly calm surface, paired with shrieks and roars that were far more fearsome than that of any beast.Enough5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Her father had perished protecting them from the blight because she was not strong enough to help him. Carver had fallen to that demandable ogre because she had not observant enough to see it coming. Bethany had been taken by the blighted taint in the deep roads because she hadn't been responsible enough to keep her home. And no
a letterdearest dear,a letter7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
there is a butterfly breathing its way out of you. there is a red & blinking button pressed to bear releasing. I am ever so sorry, but still collecting your colors. In the midst of apologies, still pressing your fragile frame to pages; special focus on forever. tomorrow, I will visit you inside your house. shortly thereafter, I will hide underneath your bed; making a nest of your blankets. the following morning, I will infiltrate breakfast disguised as a warm sip of tea.
that will become my favorite section, in retrospect. the part when you learned to call me "honey", honey. the part where I whispered and tickled your chin.
I hope this letter finds you well:
la la la-la love
UnrefinedHer thick, peasant handsUnrefined1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
run along a pregnant Pisces,
she feels for the full moons
inside of its gut.
She slides a fat knife
that we've had for years,
de-scaling our dinner,
as she has many, many times.
I watch with childish cat-eyes,
from under a tangle of curly, blonde locks.
The sun glimmers through
the wooden lattice that covered
the entrance of our
open backyard kitchen,
I breathe in the afternoon-air,
moist with soil and fresh grass.
She smiles at my curiosity.
"esta tiene pescaditos", she notes.
As if it's skin were as clear as a crystal ball.
A swift chop
and the fish's head has separated
from its body,
it makes me think of a magician's
I pick it up and poke at it's dead-eyes.
I reach over
and softly touch its tail.
This prompts a wish
inside of me:
a pastel pink clam bra,
long hair and a pearly tail for legs.
She makes us
Huevos de pescado rustido.
I know where the fish eggs
But it tastes like it was made
in a land where unicorns frolic.
one.i want you to know that i don't believe in love or two people belonging to each other. and that sometimes i lay in bed at night and i hold my pillow fiercely and wish it was you and that, every time, that pillow ends up on the floor because, i'm angry that i miss you and i'm angry that you're not here and -one.7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
i want you to know that every time i take a bath i think about that time we sat in the bathtub, growing old together, and you looked at me with your fuckin' brilliantly, sad, captivating blue eyes and you asked is it okay if i tell you i love you? and, i can't even take baths anymore, i have to take showers.
baby, i want you to know that i don't even know what love is but i have this, somewhat hazy memory of my birthday and i'm lying naked, curled around my porcelain toilet while your fingers fumble to get my hair tied back. your clumsiness makes me smile and you tell me god, you're beautiful. and then you go to kiss me and i say no, no. b
Pacing of My Heart Chapter 2Pacing of My Heart Chapter 2Pacing of My Heart Chapter 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Dash, ah can't do this anymore." Applejack looked down, afraid of what would be on Dash's face. "We need to tell our friends bout us. You know ah'm horrible at keeping secrets." It had been a few weeks since AJ and Rainbow had started dating and they still kept it a secret from their friends.
Dash snickered. "Yeah, I think I knew that from the start. 'Me an' Dash were-a justn', uh, having a roll in the hay. Rasslin! We were-a rasslin!" she imitated in an exaggeration of Applejack's accent. "We're just lucky that was Pinkie Pie. I'm not sure I could handle one of Rarity's wink winks and smirks."
AJ had a slight smile despite herself, but quickly became stern. "This is serious, Dash! Ah need your support in this."
Dash gave a small nod and dashed over to the farmer's side. "Hey," she said, wrapping her wings around her, "if that's what you want, fine. Honestly, I've felt bad about hiding it too. But we'll get i
love in eight parts.1.love in eight parts.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
without giving everything away,
there are days too hot to remember,
our bodies shaking dust from the curtains with slow,
familiar rhythm. we did not look
like people, then,
we looked like gods, we looked like lovers,
we couldn't see the ending, then,
we were tangled up in gold.
while reading poetryyou read this poem upside downwhile reading poetry6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on your bed, blankets curled
on the floor like a sad dog.
you hope the new perspective
will provide new understanding.
stop trying to understand.
you are reading this poem by the edge
of the ocean and the birds circle over
your head like a feathery halo.
your heart pumps to the beat
of the waves which no longer crash
you try to catch what they are saying,
only catch sea foam in your hair,
and sand between your teeth.
stop thinking that everything in this world
is here to teach you something.
sometimes things exist just to be.
try it sometime,
maybe after you put down this poem.
feel your feet connect to the carpet,
lichen roots spreading out.
feel your blood flow. know that you are just flashes
of electric. remember to come back to reality
you read this poem in a chair in a cafe
and you are close enough to touch the person
at the next table
but you don't.
skin to skin contact makes yo
hear the monsterthe monster that lived within the moth's screamhear the monster4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
was no match for the breeze that blew it away
today tendered, tossed to Tehran
tomorrow, tired, Thailand
silvered stars collide, align again
the elephants graze
marching, a band
miragei.mirage6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am writing into my skin everything that i happen
to like about you because i am afraid to forget
it; the ink is sinking into my fingerprints so that
i cannot find the line where you begin and i end
i think i would like to take you out to the baseball field and
spread out beneath a hurricane so we can let our heartbeats
match the thunder; i created the perfect image of you in my
mind and i am scared it might wash away in the downpour
see, i have this habit of taking needles and shoving them
through my skin to forgive my past sins; i pierced my
tongue for you to see the true hues of my words and every
night i wonder if you will suddenly tell me you are colorblind
maybe one night i can forget that i am afraid of closing
my eyes and we can fall asleep with fingers intertwined;
i have become accustomed to dreading nightmares but waking
up to find you missing would turn my dreams into havens
yet the ink in my pen has run dry and i am finding it hard to
form my words; the