Paper HeartsShe tattooed love in a foreign tonguePaper Hearts4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On her left wrist
Just so others would ask what it meant.
She sank her teeth into its meaning,
hoping one day the brand would bleed
Its definition upon her skin.
Lingering there, a forgotten kiss.
Lip-stick stained collars,
Little bones wired are ready,
Folded like patterned paper.
Sprinkled every which way.
Sharing herself fully with no one,
She made sure to leave her mark,
On every heart that beat her way.
CloverLuck isClover4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What I make of it
Guides my hand
I like to think
I make my own luck
But if the Fates weave their own pattern
Am I nothing
But another stitch?
And so I hold
My four-leaf clover
A little stroke of luck
Brought it to me
And so I have it
To keep me sane
To deceive me
To reassure me
To convince me
I have some control
Mindlessly.....Mindlessly.....4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have wandered this forest
Mindlessly searching for the end
I have fallen,
Stumbled and cried
Behind each tree a new stare
Each sound echoes
Endlessly searching for the end
Walking in circles
Each figure a figment in my past
Not everything stays the same
The days seem longer
The air seems clearer
Some days I think I will find the end
Break from this dark
Emerge a new person
My life, my own
My heart, for you
Only thing is
You need to find me
I'm here waiting
Just say when
Shooting StarShooting starShooting Star6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
What luck is this, that I see
Surely, a vain wish
Shooting star.The glass made a tinkling sound.Shooting star.6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
As it fell to the ground.
The stars twinkled.
Innocent and beautiful.
All of a sudden.
They seemed to jump with happyness.
And send one single one.
Shooting down to earth.
It lay in the earth.
Laying there smoking.
A ghostly rage filled it.
As it stared at its own above it.
And it cursed to its own.
Up in that inky blackness.
CricketsWith sounds of crickets playing,Crickets6 years ago in Open More Like This
The end of day has come.
The moon that shines so bright,
She is my only guide.
Now is the time of darkness,
The time to reflect upon the mind,
To see the minds reflection,
Like the moon reflects the sun,
The source of boundless light.
May calmness come to all,
Like the calmness of the night,
Which is peaceful and quiet.
Except for crickets playing.
CloverThree-leaf clovers are common,Clover4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Four-leaf clovers not so much,
But does the abundance of them really matter,
Some people are happy with a three-leaf clover,
The clover makes them happy because they love it,
Others are greedy and throw the three-leaf clovers aside,
Looking only for the four-leaf clovers,
The ones tossed aside are undesired and therefore exiled,
By even the most contempt of people,
But there is always the one person,
Who will pick up the beaten and tattered clover,
And he will see not an outcast,
But he will,
Slow.If I could flySlow.4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Soar high above,
High above it all
I'd look down
Study the streets,
The streets are filled;
It's a busy day,
Busy day for you all.
I assume, at least.
I want to know,
To know where you're headed,
Why you rush,
What is so important,
So important, you don't stop,
Don't slow, don't wonder,
Don't have time to observe,
To observe the ordinary;
To see that something beautiful
Happens every second,
Every second we rush.
And we fail to see it,
Because we are rushing,
Are rushing to something more important
Than the mundane beauty
Of everyday life.
Everyday life we're letting pass by.
They're Just WordsEveryone says that they're 'just words',They're Just Words4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That they only hurt because I allow it,
Because I can't rise above all of their shit,
Every word impacts like a bullet hit.
Everyone says that they're 'just words',
That they don't matter because they're false,
But they always stop my barely-there pulse,
And make my heart and lungs and mind convulse.
Everyone says that they're 'just words',
That I shouldn't let them mean a thing,
Yet I just can't stop the pain they bring,
Making my life feel like a meaningless sting.
Everyone says that they're 'just words',
That they I only mean what I think they do,
But it's what the speaker believes too,
That makes it hurt more than the punch they threw.
Everyone says that they're 'just words',
Meaningless syllables that will just echo out,
Yet I don't think that I can take another bout,
Their hatred is something that I could really do without.
Everyone says that they're 'just words'.
But if I believe that to be true,
Then why should I believe, as you wish me
My sunshineMy sunshine4 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
social anxiety.i'm sorry,social anxiety.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but we can't talk.
not now, not ever.
because i may say
because i may make
you feel very
because i may just
stop breathing for
the rest of the day.
because i may upset
you and you'll run
i hope you understand
i'm only doing this
for your own good.
it's not really for me.
i can just feel it.
and it's not good.
my throat tenses up.
my head throbs around.
my fingertips stop feeling.
i'll stop wishing i were
here and start wishing
i were in the ground.
six and a half feet under
would be much better
than speaking out loud.
silence escapes my lips
as you walk away and regret
even trying again.
If The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every PageIf The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every Page3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If The World is a Book, I Want to Read Every Page.
Let me memorize each dotted "i"
of moonlights freckled face
Trace the silver ripples
of a seashores wrinkled page
Count the auburn stanzas 'tween
the depths of trembling trees
Ride upon the vessel
of a sun-kissed simile.
Open sky-stripped windows
to the sigh of cursive clouds
Shuffle through the metaphors
Awaking through the ground
Slant the sails of poetry
toward continents of sea
Deep into the jungles where
the verses lace the trees.
Catch the winds of free verse
Or the open waves of rhyme
Sift through ocean ballads
where the sunset greets the tide.
Study drops of scripture
as it clicks against the street
Sleep between the pages
of departed poetry.
Lake houseLake house4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one thought to question this,
that Tom would skip start off the dock
at 2 am, overserved and belligerent.
"You need new friends," Jill told him,
concerned about water safety.
Was it their first date? I think so;
he would have made it a dare.
Did I mention moonlessness?
Makeshift slalom with a dropped ski?
Jack skippered the cigarette boat
with bat-like accuracy that night,
eyes closed, for all we knew.
How you spun Two Princes in my
brain that hot Wisconsin summer;
B-15 on the old jukebox at Norton's.
Sweet, if not quite comparable to
Paradise by the Dashboard Light:
that legend lives on, some say.
A. I didn't need to 'know right now'
nor did I hope to champion the world
in endless mercurial requiem.
B. But at some point, I'd meant to
apologize for teaching you the Macarena
and for the endless salsa evenings.
Stealthy magic leapt like quicksilver,
bluegill flashing in mill pond shallows.
Watery stories hardened to durable lore.
paper hearts. Theres a crevice in the wall where she hides her little baby girl, all plastic smiles and mechanical giggles. She cuddles it like it has a soul and speaks to it like it has a name. Its soft rubber skin has been covered with paper hearts and marker stars, and its little plastic ears have been filled with whispers of adoration and love. Its wiry blonde hair has been crossed into braids, twisted up above its head, and she has pulled a dress onto its synthetic body with the brightest little smile. She reminds it that its beautiful, even though it cant hear. She fastens it tight into the beaten pink stroller and skips behind it as it rolls across the pavement, dancing in the sun like there is no tomorrow and yesterday is only a dream.paper hearts.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And maybe she's only six years old, but she knows how babies are made. Not the ones you buy in the store, the ones you have to tear out of the cru
FishingFishing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I caught your glance
And I was struck,
I knew my wish
I needed luck,
I cast my line
Into the sea,
And hoped you'd bite
So we could be.<3
Alone and UnseenAlone and Unseen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The chill in the breeze,
The frost on the ground,
Crisp on a moonlit night.
A young boy's figure
Glides through the streets,
His breath a clouded fog.
Eyes like crystals,
Hair like snow,
He walks with staff in hand.
Alone in the world,
Unseen by all,
He strides like a ghost through the town.
Young children seen
Through a window pane,
Bask in the glow of the hearth.
Unseen goes the boy
Who stares unnoticed and lost
At the joy before his eyes.
A tentative move,
A soft hand to the glass,
Which freezes beneath his touch.
He turns away,
To the dark of the night
And raises his head to the sky.
A tear flows unseen,
Silent and soft,
To be dashed on the frozen earth.
Calling winds forth,
Around him to swirl,
His feet lift off from the ground.
Invisible and alone,
He flies higher until
He melds with the sky and the stars.
"I want to be seen
And I want to be heard."
Only one hears this desperate boy's cry.
The Man in the Moon
Stares down on the scene,
At the lost and forgotten child.
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 4My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart
Macchiato Part 2
The coloured lights pulsed and reflected off every surface, every cocktail and every bottle showcased in the shelving behind the bar. The sweaty throng of dancers flocked together, twisting their bodies to the rhythmic shapes of the music in the humid air. They worshipped the DJ, elevated on his podium. They were his disciples and we would join in their cause.
"What do you reckon?" I raised my voice to ask Chris.
"Seems alright but I want a drink." He responded and turned to the bar
"Nah, no, no, get out there and scout the war zone. I'll get the drinks."
Chris raised his blonde eyebrows once, glanced towards the bar longingly and then finally spun on his heels and trudged towards the dance floor. I swaggered up to the bench, looking around at the other people eagerly awaiting service. I ordered two beers for Chris and myself. Turning abruptly, I accidentally knocked the arm of a dark haired guy who was carrying three drinks, causin
Unrequited Love...You watch him from a distanceUnrequited Love...9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You love to see him smile
You wish one day he might be yours
If only for a while
You wish that you could tell him
To have the strength to say,
"I love you and I wish that you
Could feel the same one day!"
Your heart beats as he comes towards you
Only to walk on by
You try to tell yourself you don't love him
Try to believe your lie…
You wish, you dream, you hope, you pray
That you could be together
Maybe if you could make him see
That you two could last forever.....
Who Needs Friends?Dear Loneliness,Who Needs Friends?4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will you be my friend?
Because I seem to just be a trend,
That the world has put to bed.
Will you make me smile?
Because Happiness has run a mile,
Just like everything else I need.
Will you help me hope?
Because Optimism is a slippery slope,
When you've seen the world.
Will you make me care?
Because I hate Interest's flare,
In a place too dull for life.
Will you make me content?
Because you're the one that'll prevent,
That which I long for.
Will you make me feel alive?
Because I don't even want to survive,
In a world that cares too much.
Will you make me a saint?
Because I don't deserve a heavenly taint,
Due to the sinner that I have become.
Will you make me your sob-story?
Because you want all of the pride and glory,
Of surviving where your buddy fell.