Words are easier to loveI found little notesWords are easier to love3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
hidden between the
pages of novels
I only bothered
to read once.
and secret crushes
filled the slightly
paper of a lonely girl
with veins that
pumped a writers
a cage around
her own ink stained
[ h e a r t. ]
When 'I Love You' Isn't EnoughLove is a fragile flower,When 'I Love You' Isn't Enough3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blossoming for the
To ruin this
Would be a sin.
To part our ways,
Is a path impossible
Are bound as one.
We bind the book
Of our lives.
By the love we shared.
Sticks and stonesSticksSticks and stones3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"There isn't any left for you."
"What are you doing here? We don't want you here."
"Your so emo! Why don't you just go in a corner and cut yourself?"
"You're so ugly! No one would go out with someone like you!"
"You're so fat! I'm surprised you can still walk!"
"You're so useless! Why don't you just die! No one will care anyway!"
This Darkness Hides YouClose your screen; there's no one thereThis Darkness Hides You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Darkness holds you with hands of air
Don't move an inch or the magic is broken
Don't say a word or you'll wish you hadn't spoken
This perfect time of night is it
There's nothing left but to quietly sit
Darkness holding tight and close
It wasn't silence you willingly chose
Your heart has fallen to the dusty floor
Your mind is broken beyond restore
But this darkness saves you from any fall
This darkness hides you from them all
Then car lights shine through broken panes
Quickly lighting all that remains
The magic breaks; gone and done
Then nothing shows, even dark has withdrawn
In grudging silence you softly tread
Those words inside, still unsaid
Now in bed, there is much amiss
But as it's inside you must dismiss
For the darkness saves you from any fall
This darkness hides you from them all
Veeringwords areVeering3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the overfull pages
torn from the horizon by the screaming wind
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TinmanMy skull isTinman2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my brain is like a clockwork;
but there's something in the gears
and they are sticking.
for some sort of repair but
my short-circuit voice-box
is out of date
and my creator-God is gone.
If only I could trade
these burnt out eyes for real ones,
and get myself some sort of heart
that wouldn't tick.
hiddena ghost held the banisters tightly,hidden2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
staring through them at me
as i walked down the stairs.
"hey," she insisted, in a breathy little hiss.
she had been there yesterday too, i think
although i tried to ignore her
no place for ghosts in civilized society,
i always say.
what would the neighbors think?
once, she tried to crash my tea party.
she still whispers that she didn't,
her milky eyes lying to me,
lying like they always have.
i wish she would go away.
i've tried to banish her,
to hide her,
to lock her away,
but she always comes back.
that's the thing about ghosts, i suppose
they melt and twist and transform
they slip through the cracks.
she's very very thin, getting thinner by the day,
the little ghost
gray and faded, with a sad mouth.
i hope this means she'll be gone soon.
hiding her from the neighbors is so hard
and i don't know what they'd say if they
found out about her.
last night i had a dinner party
and it was going so well, i thought
people laughed and smiled at me
HyperboreanThe world we live in is a distorted projection,Hyperborean2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And this moment, naught but a polaroid dream:
Fires dancing at the edges and ink collapsing upon itself.
These streets have melted into bad acid lust visions,
Abandoned shopping cart homes, deep inner-city arm infections,
And other various tripping hazards.
Resolved, we residentially meander along,
Keep our heads firmly fixed to glass floors shattering florescent and
The crunching of our boots gracing the bent forms of those beneath,
Finger-painting cragged gravel surfaces opaque with their pupils
And filling the potholes with Sisyphean shortcomings.
Hammer-handed, delusional, needle-m
InfirmusThere is a loneliness that canInfirmus1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
come to subsistence in man
deeper than the great
submarine sinkhole of Belize;
a crawling phthalo blue sadness
stolen off of a Picasso palette
of familiar numbing pains.
I recall having heard them
as they bid adieu- to me,
another newly extinct species;
some of us are meant for doom
like stellar sea cows, with only
our skeletal frames remaining.
Our squeaks muted all too soon
in the darkness of the shade.
So it goes: life can drag
a few of us blow by blow,
skewing our limbs and broiling
our skins by very heavy venom.
Forgetting to ExhaleWhat a rushForgetting to Exhale2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to feel the pull
of extreme physical attraction.
A random glance
into a crowd
reveals starring eyes.
What happens next
only takes an instant
as body chemistries collide,
forming a chain that links and binds.
It's almost too much to hide.
It's that flutter in your chest
just before your heart skips a beat;
the blood that flows
like a river
coursing through your veins;
forgetting to exhale
from a breath
you didn't mean to take;
when all you are,
is what it takes
to simply walk away.
StarsFat and fuzzy stars tonight, baby blue comfortStars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Singing lullabies, soothing through the cold clear night
Promises of spring;
Windowpane lookers, abandon your sorrow
Wide-eyed children, believe that tomorrow
Unseen, the stars
The stars still sing
resonanceiresonance8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
does she know the astrological significance
of the bruises starring along
your wrists? if I could, I’d
run away somewhere where
the sky is silent and the people
hate honest eyes. here’s my problem,
I’ve wasted all my time daydreaming
in the universe of your scars. I wonder
if substantiality is lethal.
[when will you move on
like you know what
you’re doing with your life,
like this tiny existential
failure is only a hazard sign
on the roadmap of your journey,
like the world weighing down
upon your shoulders is an
exercise in vanity and quietude
instead of someone
lists of necessities: methods of
starvation, hours to fall asleep by, sharp
objects, words that mean nothing.
I’m sorry this isn’t better. I’m sorry
I’m not better and I’m sorry
nothing is bright anymore.
things you remind me of:
the november sky
right before it rains.
A FeatherHere, in the feigned quiet of a bedroom that's never plainly restful,A Feather1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is not the dreamless sleep I was promised while reading novels
about human frailty and how it can be overcome.
There is no black of night when, for hours at a time,
my synapses cease to fire or at least pace themselves:
stretch like runners, envision ambition and set aside
the grueling hours of circling. To accomplish this,
I want you to visualize an object, and when you wake
from your meditation, that object will appear. Perhaps
not somewhere you can see it, but if you believe in it,
it will have appeared somewhere. It's just the matter
of finding it in the vastness of the your consciousness
that complicates this process.
I am dragged from one contemplation to the next on
a object's path with no resistance. Gravity doesn't temper
my rages, my pity, my faith—I have tried to assign meaning
to happenings, to symbolically shed my dysfunction by bathing
with the lights on or off, by shedding personal treasur
HopeThe sky is violet this morning, theHope2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sunlight through the open blinds tinted
I'm going out into this day, leave the
slatted darkness behind and bathe in the
Soon the snow and silence will be gone, and
I will become accustomed to birdsong again
Soon the longshadows won't stab and pain
will be a fading memory
I will live again
Describe What We Have, He SaidWhat we have isDescribe What We Have, He Said3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a little bit of a fairytale,
a part of a story
and a taste of a slightly star crossed romance;
mixed in a half written sad song
written on pages of blue ink,
carried away in the wind.
it's a little broken,
but it's strong enough
to stand on it's own.
Just like us.
It Was a Dark and Stormy Night...It was a dark and stormy night...It Was a Dark and Stormy Night...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the moon drowned out by heavy clouds
lightning giving us a brief respite
AlmsgivingI could donate to the poetically homeless,Almsgiving2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the literarily thirsty,
the linguistically starved.
Put me in a word kitchen,
I'll serve alphabet soup and
you can read me
what floats in your bowl.
My apron is stained with bad stanzas.
I don't mind if you spill yours on me.
SanctuaryHer sanctuary is a treehouseSanctuary2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Down in the hallowed hollow
She dances with ghosts and dreams of things
Of paths that she might follow
The old songs play, the dolls watch quietly
She sings along and schemes
Of ways to turn back the clock and restart
With straighter, better-sewn seams
Three men on her mind, one now gone
One with her, one all alone
She wonders which one will be there
When life comes down to the bone
Sing, Joanie sing, sing out loud
Dance with your ghost and smile
One day the man from the faerytale
Will bring down the moon for a while
Names and ShapesI have broad shoulders,Names and Shapes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for a woman.
They call my body
"apple shaped" in that
my hips are narrow.
I don't keep time like an hourglass,
I am not sweet like a pear.
But I still hold the allure
of the forbidden fruit I am named for,
and my shoulders are wide
to bear the weight placed upon them.
My Favorite SinShadows patrolMy Favorite Sin3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
these decaying halls
of restless disposition.
Handing out hell passes
to sinful lovers
who reek of discontent.
I claim my own
to play with jaded souls
who taste of salt
They feel like heaven
despite this hell
to set me free.
So I pace these halls
with lustful intentions
is my favorite sin.
I devourer all who captivate.
August RainsI would like to believe inAugust Rains2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
August rains: in days where things
matter and thunder
like wheels on a train & the sky is white-eyed,
staring up past her own skin, long fingers braced
around a curve, long toes straight
pushing dimples in the dirt.
Give me a fishing line and I will move the earth.
The seas are close to overflowing -
laughing gods pour gold into a warm bath.
There is no triumph in their hearts
yet the trains move onwards,
Girl, Reincarnated.Perhaps in a past life you were made of ink,Girl, Reincarnated.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your eyes speckled like blotting paper,
complexion smooth as parchment.
And maybe your voice was storm cloud rolling
because I see your words
and they fill my heart with rain,
not the heavy kind that revels
in punching holes in butterfly wings but rather
the mist that paints the dew and
leaves the sky beautifully grey.
At the very least your soul was a mourning dove,
as there's a lilting sorrow in your words
that the air carries like a melody,
were I to speak them aloud
I would sing, hoping that my voice wouldn't shake
with your weeping.
The ReturnIn sun-freckled frame, amber eyesThe Return2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dance with inexhaustible energy,
As russet hair performs
A last spiral dance,
In wind-wild joy.
I join the endless dance
With an eruption of inner delight
To the realisation that I am called
To return to the Mother
On this night.
I am summoned to Her sacred grove,
The waterfall and pool
Where I shall offer myself,
As a willing sacrifice
To the mother, in love.