And the sunlight shone through usSlide the window open,And the sunlight shone through us2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let the humidity roll in.
The skies are heavy,
They are full hands,
But ready to spill,
Spill out –
And I’m ready to walk
Out of here and get
I stroke my heart,
Try to settle my
“Let’s do this.
It’s all I have.”
When petals fallI cannot go to bedWhen petals fall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On this forever-sad note,
It spills from a blue waterfall
I’ve felt before birth.
I want to write it out
Until the emptiness
Fills me completely.
I want to fight
In the nightmares
That are coming
For me tonight.
But I know,
The only thing
My black and blue
Is the illusion
That belongs to
healiumyou got it you've got it, kidhealium5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
behind blind-eye blinds
(in your window to the soul)
see the sky glow gold
and your mind grow old
are your own
on your own
you've got it, got it?
looking for a poem that
says what i mean
searching for a song
to make me feel what i need
i need need help
and i need need need
to give it to myself
get it get it
oh, kid, so, kid
you know this life's worth living
and even when you don't get it
all the loving's worth the giving
oh, kid, you know, kid
(if you don't get it
you've still got it
and in the end life's
what you're giving and
what you're getting's not it)
be you, kid, renew, kid
you got it you've got it,
you really do, kid
now do it
now do it now
what's yours is minesI imagine youwhat's yours is mines4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
unaware of the
in my gut
the piece of me
and another thing
what you're thinkin' 'bout
what you're thinkin' 'bout
and I guess
'cuz I'm all
filled up with
it takes the place
pressed up against
it fakes the shape
symphonies with your handsi.symphonies with your hands5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want you when it snows, when fat, cold raindrops splash, making ripples in clear green lakes and scaring away obese goldfish who make a living off of bread crumbs
in the summer
And when they die, as sheets of ice appear over their manmade homes and the dont feed the animals signs turn to gelid slates of makeshift glass, I will call you by crackling flames wrapped in finished wood and a new iron grate
Because you alight / air / with your words /
I want you when the silence bares witness to ending treaties, cut-off companionships, fly-away spirits with minds in the shape of origami cranes and the color of red-breasted robins
the quiet is their disguise,
Just this onceDip your fingers into the atmosphere andJust this once4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Brush away the clouds which sway lazily with the wind
Like soft-eyed children, swollen from
Golden ambrosia and summer's honeyed breath
Of vanilla and tangy mandarin
See those crimson comets, chasing their tails,
Nestling between the sleepy horizon and dusk where
The sun's blaze grazed the skyline and left
Proud trails like tender scars that smolder and burn
Drink in the air, so thick you could almost taste
The creamy orchids and the juicy winds and listen
To the world around you
Coming to life, singing ballads
About another summer
Beneath the scarlet heavens
I'm your donorIf you're getting this letter, I'm already dead. Either that, or that good for nothing Dr. Maynard just cheated me a bag of gummy worms to satisfy that sweet tooth of his. But I'm getting away from the point. So here it is: you're the lucky bastard who's getting my heart. Excuse the language, I'm not usually this rash, but hey, what's a dying girl to say? Which brings me to my next question: why do you need a new heart anyways? Were you a murderer in your past life? Do you have a bad soul or something that makes it so that your own heart won't work properly? I sure hope not, because if you are a bad person, and you end up getting my heart, I'll haunt you forever. No joke.I'm your donor4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But, from the looks of your photo, you don't seem evil. They won't let me meet you because they think we'll get too attached. "They" as in the doctors, which is ironic, because
There Must Be Something Wrong1:37 AMThere Must Be Something Wrong4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There must be something wrong
about slouching in this chair,
struggling with the English language
while attempting to cram myself
into some select words
that will somehow communicate my soul,
my state of being to another person,
as if I could understand another human being
enough to bring them to the bluff
that overlooks my life and point out
the various turning points and mountaintops
that have brought me to my current position
on a timeline labeled "life" and stuffed into
some obscure celestial file cabinet
in between "the orbit of pluto"
(when it used to matter like a planet)
and "the name of that star that wishes it was polaris."
There must be something wrong
about assumptions that what I will do tomorrow
will benefit the little slice of the world
I've carved out for myself, neatly labeling
and cataloging every individual,
placing them in their respective positions
as if I have the power to ascribe
purpose and definition to people
who are likely to contain oceans of
there's blood in my hairthere's blood in my hair4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
some nights i drive all
the way home and then cannot
remember how it
was i got there or
how many people i left
behind; some nights i
feel like i could run
every red light and never
think of going back
the tides.atlantic.the tides.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
you smell like cigarettes and musk, and when i close my eyes, i imagine your waters are not quite so cold, and that the gun-metal gray clouds above your head do not reflect your thoughts. your fingers rush towards my ankles, trying to pull me in, and then you are shoving me away, running back to your sea bed, which, i don't believe, will ever completely hold you.
you are turqouise waters, with simple, colorful thoughts swimming in your head like tropical fish. the clear blue sky above is a backdrop to the birds flitting above your soft waves like your eyes over my face. your waters do not toss and turn like the sleepless bereaved; instead, they are comforting, cradling like a young mother.
you bash against everything; the ships, the docks, throwing yourself into the buildings with their windows shut against your furies. i am still standing at your shores, awaiting the day you will stop trying to tear me from the face of the earth. i am
wordseedsi've heardwordseeds4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a world
lapse into the soil
and grow like seeds.
some parts are vibrant
with life, where nobody
doesn't speak peacefully.
birds can't fly
with wallets on their back.
people talk so loud
to shake their lungs and become
more aware of their existence.
or to exist more.
while i lay back
on the sidewalk,
like the ocean,
against the shore,
and i'm unsure, where
i am supposed to be.
have you ever thought...
that the sky was a sheet
with secret hidden lights
beaming colours and holograms at it,
and heat and cold air pours from sewers?
of a world
was living, and waking
was the cousin of death
exchange cell number countapproach me, clumsily,exchange cell number count4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
dip an arm into the
of your un-
slide soaked fingers
narrowly, press through
walls soggy with the
apple of Adam.
take it back.
do not tell me
if it was, red,
yellow or green.
i don't want to
pull up your sleeve.
stay in motion.
focus the camera of
with the palette of
oceans of notions.
osmose doses of
uncover the sponge of a daughter's pain.
your hurt is a language no tongue can
let me know what you don't, maybe we'll hit re-
BADFIC II - Chapter IVBADFIC II - Chapter IV3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Who are you and what is this proposal you talking about?" ask Martha at the guy in the darkness.
"Patiens, patiens!" say the guy and smile at them with his teeth. "All in good time. Ah, lady Chel I see that you are going fine since the slast time we meet."
"You know her too?" ask Space core at the guy in a curiously.
"Oh course. We had a little understanding didn't we? Or did you forgot your quest so easily?"
"You on a duest?" ask Marfa at Chell who just loke down in a bit ashamed.
"Oh yes of course, she was supposed to help me and my boss g3et a certain something out of this place. And in rerun we would give her what she was always wanted in the world." he smile a little bit bigger and Martha and the Space Dore decide they don't olike the looks of this guy at all.
"Well what went wrong then? Why are you still here if you already got what you wanted?" ask Martha. The sarp-toothed man
the alarm clock paradox -colabyou stripped your sweater tothe alarm clock paradox -colab4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
show me your freckles,
and oh how i'd love to peel them off,
because you're no swan, lovely--
not with those small brown accidents
kissing your every inch of
when they should be
kissing every inch of mine.
formed a coalition
to sign a petition
to ban you from
the sky, but i
what else could i wish on?
when you're alone, you'll always
lust for the bedroom door
to lock you in forevermore,
to lock me out forevermore;
that way you're safe to be the
sweet nothing that you see--
the ghostling in the mirror.
you're still just one
of those dirty little things,
and it scares you to tears.
i promised not to be a
liar, when you
promised to make me love you
(remember how i said
i could never love you?
well, i was lying)
you should know, darling,
a liar always lies.
you should know, darling,
this is not a lie.
and you should know, darling,
there's no difference between
dishonesty and disinterest.
so just forget to remember me
bleed bluethe truth, all of it, a meat market.bleed blue4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i will wait three days for snow, for
not many things but this one. fish-
seller's daughter, pretty & forest-vain
& preoccupied for suitors, her(e)
i am, i get home in time to make
you nervous, your heart exploded
for sale. they sell everything over there.
even fish, even your dry shell on
a whim, thinking it will put meals
on the table. the buildup of ashes
composes snowfall & every year
the fish-seller has a new daughter
& he sweeps her up, makes a pretty
vase of cinders. what do you want
they sell everything over here.
glam rock star todayI'm in love with theglam rock star today5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
him. I would hang
it on my
bedroom wall or in
with the Mona Lisa. He
is like a French verb on
a liasion to the next
man. I'm in love
with the man in
He is wearing
of night. His gloves
are glitter orgasms &
are woven stars.
I want him in a
thousand ways, all
banned by governments
He is black and white, and
beautiful and young and old
and handsome and untouchable
not quite real anymore.
ToothpasteYou need toothpasteToothpaste5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to survive; you need to
roll up your pencil skirt
but that's not the way.
You fear any unusual
deaths such as ones including
flamingos or broken umbrellas.
You want to die in your sleep.
I want to be a
want to be everything
just for a
moment or two;
I want to kill hundreds, want to
fall with hundreds
in fire and flames
and not much else;
I want to be hated, missed, feared.
And when all is
done and dusted,
I want to be
Don't Tell The SunI drink the night away with the moon as we carry a conversationDon't Tell The Sun7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We sip the ocean little by little and gaze at the constellations
As the smiles and laughs lose grasp of the present the memory fades to dust
Then the sun sheds its mnemonic rays and gives me the light of dusk
The sky gives birth to five lakes with Fuji and sings a melody that soothes
The children learn to copy their mother even when she's blue
The clouds paint the landscape and the land vivifies a breeze
We sing a tune of what berries bring, the more for you and me
The trees wonder if there's a party as one leaf dances alone
Over the hill is the place from our early days, we'll call it home
The wind says hello and I wave goodbye to the people who seem so gray
As the air carries me to a gorgeous view and carefully takes me away
If you catch me whispering to the stars please don't tell the sun
It shines my way to remind me each day that you're my only one
And if it decides to blind me so I can't see that anymore
I won't know
x rays.you take a boat orx rays.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
plane to the seahorse neck
of somalia to shake
hands with pirates, they lift
rubies from your pearl bones, they
cultivate drought in your limbs,
nurture parasites in the walls
of your womb, you take
a boat but there is
no adventure, instead
you crawl with
tumours, instead you
watch the world grow
hands with biologists,
instead you curl
over a microscope and
your fingers tremble, focus
the edges of the crucifix.
i call this one...who knewi call this one...5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that we were only:
cracks in a timeless canvas
painted by the belief
in a God
spilt milk on an extremely
really, truly, very
a triangle in a triangle
a cell in a cell
a spark in a gunshot
birds on the water
waiting for someone to
feed us bread
the very same toys in
the very same boxes with
the very same chances of
that we were only
born to live
and never want to
that I could be
okay with that?
reasons for dying - twotwo.reasons for dying - two5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
to look me in the eye is to understand that there is nothing to fear, nothing to remember, nothing to forget. i will carry you beyond emotion, beyond help; these notions are only important to the living. i am waiting for you. i am a friend, a lover, a child. i am everything you have lost. i am your history, your hunger, your hopes and dreams. i am the flightless bird you nursed when you were five. i am the undeserved blow against your wifes cheek. i am your playground swing, your stepwise curb, your barreling car. i am your blood, your brain, your blinking reluctance. i am everything except what i inspire; fear.
and i am as alive as you are.