The MoonriseThe Moonrise3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm proud to be an outcast
But I'm proud to lead the fight
For though the dark is rising
We will always see the light.
I'm proud to lose my body
But I'm proud to lift my eyes
For though the pain is sharper
We will always break the ties.
I'm proud to sweat and suffer
But I'm proud to stand up tall
For though the others stumble
We will always break their fall.
I'm proud to watch the moonrise
But I'm proud to end the day
For though the season's over
We will always find a way.
Remember.The first letter I received from you was in the fourth grade, do you remember?Remember.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It was a message written in orange, on a wrinkled piece of papper, which you ripped out from your book. At this was written : "Do you want to be friends?"
Our friendship kept very long, we grew up but there were still notes coming up. It became a habbit. As time went on, we exchanged more and more messages. It was our way to communicate. Noone could ever find out what we were saying. It was something for us. I looked forward for each little note you folded carefully.
One day, I found a letter from you in my bag. You said: "you are the best friend I've ever had, but I can't see you like this anymore. I like you as something more..write to me."
But I remeber that I didn't write, I run an that moment to find you. You were at the park where we hang out. I took you from the hand, pulled you to me, our first kiss. We were 16.
From then thick as thieves. A year later, you gave me at the same park an e
Rape no more. Love your life.Don't let your predators continue to come back.Rape no more. Love your life.3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Leave your enemies. Make them dead in the past.
Think about all of the pleasant things you have.
Your spirit is flawless. It's never been stabbed.
Don't worry about being attacked or who attacked you.
You're not in danger. You're safe and free to choose:
Whatever you like. Every thing you need is available.
Think about good times: Moments your heart can't lose.
Your body is torn, but your spirit has always been fine.
The wicked can't ruin your future, no matter how they try.
No creature can keep you from reaching the highest of highs.
Forget your body's violation, rape no more & love your life.
baby drilledif the sun stillbaby drilled4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shines then the
we've been repeating
what the rain said
spray the earth's
into the bay
let them make
in the riverbed
with one hand
what the other
the night in
ApathyThere is no shelterApathy5 years ago in Other More Like This
from the thunderstorm crush
of your words flaying my soul
in silkened ribbons
of wounds mortal
on flesh raw
with need and desire
unhinged and wanton
to the eyes of ravaged
softly brushed from honeyed lips
pinning my heart
to the callous palm
of your indifference
I am lost in the downpour
of your torrential
My sunshineMy sunshine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the days grow cold
And the nights dark
It's your sunshine that
Keeps me at ease
Even on the gloomiest of days
when the clouds reign the skies
And a bitter breeze brushes by
So paint me in your sunshine
for me to follow hand in hand
Remember me by your side
So I can keep my ray of sunshine
Promise MeIf I tied you to a treePromise Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Told you to stay if you love me
Would I some day return to see
Your skeleton still there for me
Or would you be like everybody
And just abandon me?
If I beat you, almost to death
But then nursed you back to health
Would you love me like your breath
Or view me as the theft to your soul wealth?
If I tied you to a tree
Begged you to never leave me
Would you still try to get free
Never wanting to be near me
Or would you wait and see
If you're the one for me?
If I broke your bones,
Struck you with stones,
Then left you alone,
Would your heart still be my home?
If I tied you to a tree
Commanded you to wait for me
Would you stay obediently
Existing only for me
Or would you become a nobody
And be forgotten by me?
Death is a Lonely KillerDeath is a lonely KillerDeath is a Lonely Killer3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My death is forthcoming I can deny it no longer. I am forced to endure the punishing jingles of crimson silver chimes that rest upon the Grim Reaper's neck. He smoothly caresses my mortal string of light that trails between each chime, teasingly shaking them before my bleeding ears. The light fades further from my string each day, allowing his unkempt sash of remorseless black to spread in my wake. His azure breath freezes my blood and crusts my spirit. How can one expect me to maintain my sanity when the simmering of my soul is forcing my flesh to decay before me? My daughter, the crux of my sanity, is my diminishing answer.
"Everything will be okay daddy!" She would say, placing her frail, clammy hands on my sagging cheeks. Her hands were so warm, so full of life and power. With her two hands, she could cook a full course meal. She could run her hands through the glistening gold sand of the most beautiful beach, embracing the everlastin
Tender HeartTender Heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her tender heart
a study in grace
of a generous treasure
on a world gone cold
Her light is a beacon
that draws us back
to the promise of beauty
existing in darkness
so shines the sweet soul
that is my friend, Sirrah
thank youi could try and disguise thisthank you3 years ago in Letters More Like This
use pretty metaphors or write your name in stars
but i think you deserve more than that.
you deserve what's real,
and this is as real as it gets.
i can still count the number of awful things i want to say to you,
but all i really want to say is that i miss you
and i miss you because i feel different without you
and i still can't decide whether it's good
or it's bad
but there's a meeting ground, in the middle
where we cross paths at school
and you know what?
i think i mean it.
i used to sit here and wonder where i went wrong
i wondered where i veered off the path, where i lost control
but now it comes to me that sometimes, we have to let go of the lives we want in order to have the ones that were meant for us
you have taught me that there is something beyond the horizon
that losing something, doesn't mean you've lost everything
and that happiness consists in loving
not always loving you
i scream softer than i whisperthis is it, mental suicide, social breakdown.i scream softer than i whisper4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a king and queen, a hundred fold.
children pouring from every furnace,
i am unsure what is becoming of us,
or if turning the tables is like splitting spines
or cracking skulls.
shedding lips, crucifix formats for our
daily occasions, waking up next to
sheets marked in chalk, post-it notes
placed around the house of where
we should have held hands, made
love, crumbled into one another.
this is bipolar disorder at it's finest,
"i love you."
point blank sentences, curl them around
our tongues, the royal court reading out
queen of the bipolars,
king of anxiety disorder.
[fuck they've caught us on pages,
a hundred stories long.]
there's our throne, laden in blood, crack
children's eyes across our crowns, the
king's jewels all in a row.
what now. what now. what now.
oh right. time to rule. your hair makes
a finely tuned floss, ripping unneeded particles
from crevices, abyss lovers cradled in tumbleweeds.
Ruminations There are shards of brokenRuminations3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clam shells strewn across the sidewalk,
cemented like frustration to the sunlight
The last snow is melting
as dogs with shock collars chase cracked
frisbees in the choppy wind. It's
February still and the hawks are flying
low, summoned by the flooded muck of
mud and grass. Here is where I kept
my memories of you stolen in the folds
of skyward glances and second chances;
I dream no more and the sunset has left
an oily residue on the wheat fields.
My blood is a woven curtain draped
around my heart, crinkled like neckties
washed by the salty seaweed stagnant
on the shore. Because of you there's
a Jackson Pollock chaos playing static,
forcing white noise in laps around
my neurocircuitry. You are behind me
and I'm flying forwards, tearing through
hours like eternity's huntress. But here
Delicate.My nerves are stretched taught across the space between us,Delicate.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
their tendrils digging fraying fingertips desperately into our throats
and praying for salvation from every swallow, every word,
collapsing the delicate lungs within.
you were a hint of yourself at first,
a shimmer of dew-caught sun in my periphery.
your name was only apparition, then,
a vague, undefinable syllable in a ruined scripture,
something lighter than dust -
we are butterfly wings trembling in the hum behind a thunder-clap,
china dolls at the knees of a tornado -
We are the bowed wood of doomed windows and we are clinging,
bereft, to hold the cracks at our hearts from spreading
against the force of our earthquake.
but that was then, before you were smoke in my lungs,
before i envied the summer wind it's breathing in the dark wash of your hair;
a prologue for your beautiful resonance,
blooming so much brighter than a wink of stars at the tips of my eyelashes.
SorrowFor I sorrowSorrow8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that is plain
on the morrow
is only pain
These tears never cease
and I have no memory of peace
far from me the comfort I crave
a broken heart can not be brave
Clasped together by woeful bands
this hollow shell is all that stands
all that was filling is taken
lost am I, but not forsaken
Life does cling and for no good reason
lungs breathe in and expel their treason
For I am ransomed by this mortal coil
and the evil of it I can not foil
Goodness and mercy are shadows I chase
swiftly I run, but still can not match the pace
Grasping and yet not quite reaching
the gap suffers no breaching
so I sorrow
that is plain
only more pain
StargrazingOn nights like theseStargrazing3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
we like to call ourselves stargrazers,
deep sky tourists.
We head up to the headland,
where heaven grafts itself to earth,
stitching the breeze between
our cheekbones, our fingertips.
Below, the sea stretches out
with an endless hush. You tell me
we'll sit in the rift
of the tide's smile to keep in touch
with the muchness of being
and believing. But seeing
beyond that pale of blacklight
is another matter. You have a map,
so you take the back of my hand
and paint a picture in mime
and synaesthesiac rhyme:
Our sky is like cats' eyes
kaleidoscoping along a wide road,
a highway of air and neverending
distance, with stars that sink deep
into tar - or maybe sheets - like sleep.
Think of travelling by car, you say. Of
flying then falling. My stars
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.
33it is in the small hours of the morning that he appears.333 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
like a soundtrack to the darkness, his voice whispers in her ear as she loses herself in the haunting red of slow-turning time on her bedside table. it is the restless turning over of memories in her mind that draws him back - his jutting collarbone and gentle fingers, thin lips and piano ribcage, emerging from the holes in her mind where she keeps him during the day.
she lays on a mattress on the floor, bottle of water and cigarettes next to her as though she knows she will not sleep. her mother thinks she is just sad, but she thinks that maybe she is just a sad person - addicted to the feeling of misery. he wraps his arm around her, warmth growing across her stomach as he nestles his chin into her shoulder, and it feels real. it feels so damn real.
and here, shrouded in doubt and love and everything in between,
is when she realises night after night,
that maybe it is more real than what it was.
strange peoplethere is man i see sometimes that tells me he loves me.strange people3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
he wears a dress and has bare feet, sparkly nails and paint in his hair. when he laughs and he smiles and looks me right in the eye, and i call him miss because that's what he wants, i know it is only because he is not right -
but sometimes it makes me think, if he loves the whole world and is happier than the rest of us, then what is wrong?
there's a old man with a white beard to his stomach, who can't speak right and buys pink children bikes from the op shop with his change.
he has his free cappuccino with eleven sugars and lots of chocolate, tells me every day that he has a pretty girlfriend. he doesn't have a house and his legs are thinner than my arms, but when he spins his coffee lid through the air he claps and jumps like a child and sometimes he gets so happy he cries.
and i wish sometimes that i could be happy that way -
to love the things that no one else does, in a way that other people don't understand.
and you kno
To Leave*To Leave3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a lousy soap opera,
a dying monologue,
wolf boots and cricket hair,
full of questions and denial.
I throw postage on love letters
I duck under the kitchen table
all I'm hoping for is an explosion.
Maybe the letters could create a new solar system.
I would be the mini suns and moons
and you could be gravity
or lice or a Barret that was never worn,
really, I don't care, dress accordingly.
Oh I have a question:
Why do we always turn our backs away,
why are we consistently empty and aching,
when does the road end, and life begin?
The silence is a wrench stuck in my throat
I'll gladly choke on to avoid you.
The End of Time The End of TimeThe End of Time5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never thought it would be easy
to say goodbye to you, my hero
But noone ever told me how to cope
with such a sadness, such a grief.
Too early were you torn from me
We'd only just begun.
You and me, we could have been anything
more than I'd ever dared to wish
To dance across the constellations
To never age and never die
And so you pass away
it feels like all the clocks have stopped
and all the stars cease shining
asking only, "Where is he?"
And I, I stand here, lonely
under a darkening moon
I'm nothing but an empty shell
For you - you took with you
A part of me.
UnexpectShe wasn't so much Afraid of Change as Slothfully Comfortable with How Things Were. Change was Highly Inconvenient and therefore Avoided At All Costs. There were Problems and Pitfalls and Grievances, yes, but she was so very Content to Wallow in Mediocrity that she had forgotten the Door to her mind was left wide open so that the winds of the world blew in all manner of Debris; her mind was so very stuffed with a sort of Blissful Apathy that she did not notice the Debris. Her brain was constantly in a state of Sublime Lethargy, a state in which people, events, and the world in general sort of smear themselves across one's consciousness in a manner not unlike a filthy hand rubbing across a fogged window.Unexpect3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Blissful Apathy clung to her, or perhaps she was clinging to It.
But then Something Happened. It was not a Big Something, It did not make any amount of Great Noise, nor was It Bright and Sudden. It was a very Small Something, and It happened Inside.
It was a Very Small Something tha