Brain BooksI like it when you sit across from me, because I can see your marble eyes,Brain Books3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and your crooked nose, and your chipped tooth.
I can look at the way you move your fingers around your soda tab.
The way you scrunch up your crooked nose when you laugh.
When you look at me, you smile.
You smile because you know what I'm thinking.
You've read all of my poems,
you know that I like your details.
You know that I like your words and how they sound.
My brain is a little book that you keep in your pocket,
you flip through it sometimes, and you doggy-ear pages that are about you.
You smile because you know what I say about you,
you know that I only have good things to say.
That I almost cried when we both served detention together,
and that I wrote you a note that's five pages long,
(which I refuse to give to you.)
You know my bruises and bumps,
you know why Lord of the Rings is more than a book series to me,
and you know that I've wanted to kiss you since November 8th,
and you know that because it was
Broken NoseBack in third gradeBroken Nose3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this boy hit me in the head with a ball
My nose ached for hours
I hated him
he made my nose sore
I gave him dirty looks
for the next few years.
I stared at him
as he rode his bike down my street
as I hunted for eggs in his backyard
as our mothers chatted on Friday afternoons
as i knocked on his door to sell him thin-mints
as his hair got shorter and longer
as our social lives shook, swished, and swayed.
I stared at him
as he scooted over to let me sit
as he laughed at my jokes
as I fell for his bassist right in front of him
as he pet my cats
as he pulled off his hat to show that he had nothing left
as he watched the projection screen intently
as these rocks chipped away at my insides
as these rocks built up and poured out of
I couldn't look at him when he stared at me, though
I didn't want him to look
I looked up
and his eyes were red, puffy, and leaking
I had thrown a ball at his head
StretchedRocks fall out of my ears, eyes, nose and mouthStretched3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He catches them
but they hurt his hands
I am awful
and i'm selfish
I have to tape up my ears
tape up my eyes
tape up my nose
The rocks may build up
and press against my insides
until i'm stretched out
My skin may tear
and they'd flow out
But until then
I must keep his hands safe
A Note For That One KidI've been thinking about you a lot.A Note For That One Kid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I like thinking about you because I don't like thinking about myself.
I like you more than I like me.
I like your voice because it's weird.
I like your nose because it's crooked.
I like your smile because part of it is missing.
I like your hands because they're big.
I like your laugh because it's deep.
I like the things you say and how, when, and where you say them.
I like the things you drink and the way you hold your glass.
I like the faces you make at me when I talk.
I like the music you listen to and why you listen to it.
I like it when we communicate through drawings.
I like the way you talk to my cats.
I like how you look at me when you're talking.
I like the shade of red your cheeks turn when you laugh.
I like you, you're the nicest thing I've seen.
I thought about asking you out on a date,
and I almost did too,
but some of the words I meant to say got stuck in my throat
where you couldn't hear them.
But, that's not so bad
Dysphoric AcrosticVile and repulsive;Dysphoric Acrostic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
organs without purpose. Heavy
masses of flesh and putrid fat
inevitably grow and swell;
tumors on my once-perfect chest.
HidingNo one sees the girl in the corner.Hiding3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one sees the girl in pain.
No one sees the girl suffering.
Everyone sees the girl at parties.
Everyone sees the girl laughing.
Everyone sees the girl smiling.
Everyone sees the girl that's happy and living the life,
But no one notices that's the outside of the girl
That's inside hiding in the corner.
(e)xdoesn't call daddy "daddy" because(e)x3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
been through too much with him.
calls him chris,
doesn't smile when saying it,
too many knives in jaw.
chris doesn't hear himself being called
chris by child - doesn't want to hear child.
calls daddy chris, but unsure
if that's his real name.
heard mommy call him
doesn't call mommy "mommy"
calls mommy rebekah - harsh rebekah,
not soft with 2 c's rebecca - kh rebekah.
rebekah knows child's birthday,
april 8, doesn't smile because like child,
chris put too many knives in her
rebekah can't hear child call her rebekah -
wouldn't care anyway.
child doesn't call child by child's name; calls x.
x for (e)xtermination, x for (e)xcluded from family;
valueless, less than child's values.
mold child into human, child wants to be human.
x for sorry chris & rebekah, x for the cross jesus died on
x for cross child out.
CrushShe was just a girl who had a crush. It wasn't a full-blown infatuation, it wasn't one of those crummy, cheesy crushes, but it was one of those crushes that made her think of that one special boy whenever she heard a specific love song, a crush that made her write letters to him she would never plan to send, the crush that, when she sees him, her heart flutters slightly and when he smiles, she manages to crack a small one in return, the crush that would forever brand her all ready fragile heart and she'll remember every thought, every dream, every smile she ever had when it came to him.Crush5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It was 3rd period, and the girl with the crush, the girl Addison, with her long blond hair and blue eyes, tall stature, and odd fashion sense, was walking through the hallways with only one thing on her mind; bathroom. She tossed the bathroom pass, a small purple monkey with 'Room 6' written on the back in black Sharpie, up and catching it in her hands when it fell. She was humming to herself quietly, h
time.time.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
time is an illusion,
brought on by man,
when it is endless,
it is thought to stop,
time keeps going on,
even if you are here,
HomophobiaI don't mind if you're straight, as long as you don't show it in public. I kind of find it disrespectful.Homophobia5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So when did you turn straight?
I've nothing against heterosexuals, but I think they shouldn't be allowed to marry; it's too old-fashioned for our modern society.
I don't want heterosexuals in the armed forces; they could turn all of our soldiers straight.
I've not nothing against a heterosexual family, I mean, what if their kids get bullied because they have an mum and a dad or something? I'd hate that to happen, in some cases it might to better for them to stay in a home or something.
Stop labelling yourself as straight; you don't know that until you've kissed someone of the opposite sex.
Everyone is born gay; some develop heterosexually when they reach puberty.
But straight people have more a risk of catching STDs than gays.
When did you come out to your family as being straight?
I'd prefer it if you didn't hug me actually, we're friends and all, but I just feel uncomfortable bec
Gary and Ash Ash sat rubbing his hand together he regretted going into the stupid blizzard even after what Brock and misty said. It was supposed to be the worst blizzard this season, but he was so anxious to get his badge. And pikachu had finally decided to go into a poke ball to get out of the cold. He wrapped his jacket around himself tighter. His breath was shaky and feverish.Gary and Ash4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Besides the wind flying past his ears it was quiet and he could hear the crunching of his feet in the knee high snow.
"Ashy-Boy!" Gary called. Ash turned quickly he stopped walking and he could fell his legs shake. "Hey loser what are you doing out here in the cold." Gary laughed running up to his side. Ash grabbed Gary's shoulder and practically fell on him. "Hey Ash... Ash?" Gary shook him, ash's head fell forward on to Gary's chest and he gasped for breath. Gary put his hand on ash's forehead and pulled way quickly. "Damn idiot." Gary grabbed ash an
flowerbedbloom my back into a garden,flowerbed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
crack me open with your lover's jargon.
dig the dirt out of my lungs,
feel my insides with the tip of your tongue.
hack my spine into 3s,
see the ugly in me.
break me down with words of truth,
i don't know what i would do without you.
Stupid RocksMy problems are so small.Stupid Rocks3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Miniature doll sets with little cradles and forks.
Tiny fingers and painted cheeks.
Plastic eyes and China bodies.
All I can do is play with my doll set.
Even though his problems are big ones.
Even though his problems will make a dent in his future.
His problems are big rocks.
You can never really get rid of big rocks.
Unless you crush them up into powder,
but you can't crush problems into powder.
My problems hurt me.
Everybody's problems hurt them.
But some problems are small, like mine.
Too small to worry about.
You will not remember your tiny china doll set twenty years from now.
But rocks are big and cold.
rocks stay for awhile.
I am too primitive and small to think about his rocks.
I am too stupid and childish to pay attention to my own rocks.
I just sit there and fiddle with my doll-set of problems.
Momma Said 'Stop Being Gay'Momma said "stop being gay,"Momma Said 'Stop Being Gay'3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As night, to morning, faded;
Its beauty was not made to stay,
But hoary grew, and jaded.
I watched as day, with fractured light,
My every fear, rekindled,
And passion fell away to plight,
And hope but further dwindled.
Momma said "stop being gay,"
With hatred, and distress:
My tender love where sin held sway...
"Impure, and meaningless."
Within my heart and soul, I lived,
For all else had bereft me,
And nothing more could be perceived
Than how her words had left me.
Momma said "stop being gay."
For years, I never fought her,
But silently, and hopeless, lay,
The Lord's forgotten daughter.
I've sacrificed a waking dream:
My truest love, to merit
A heaven, and, in death, to seem
Not evil, but imperfect.
ShakyI noticed that her hands were shaky.Shaky3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I liked that.
That reminded me of him.
It made me think about last night and how shaky his hands were.
They rattled as he touched my waist.
They shook as he held me.
It felt unstable, like we could have collapsed at any moment.
And yet, with that,
A kind of stabilizing peace floated around us.
We were suspended in a cloud of uncertainty and Elton John.
His hands were quaky,
I wouldn't want to remember them as anything else.
DoubtsDare I say it? ComeDoubts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
out and explain
to one so defined and
For Cry[ This is written for Cry aka ChaoticMonki on Youtube, by his request during a multiplayer livestream of hilarious win. I said in chat that I was forgoing writing yaoifics to watch the stream and the rest is history. I could not stop at one... so there are two fics, one that is a bit cliché and has Cry as the uke (aka the submissive one) and then my personal favorite, one in which he is the seme (the dominant one). Russel can be found over thisaway and, like the true gentleman he is, provided the necessary other half for a right good pairing. I hope the following entertains or at least amuses. All typos, destruction of grammar, plot inconsistencies, etc., are entirely my fault. Use only as directed. Member FDIC. ]For Cry4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Story The First: Hangover Cure
Cry woke to the smell of alcohol, both lingering on warm breath at his ear as well as growing stale on air brightening with morning light. The twent
Storm DrainsI'm going toStorm Drains3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the bottoms of my feet
Then go for a walk
All of the ugly
the storm drain
I can hold your hand
Kiss your forehead
Rub your shoulders
jump in puddles
roll in the grass
write you notes on paint samples
buy you ugly shirts
skip some stones
cause the ugly
will be in the storm drain
throw my rocks
into the ocean
open up my feet
so the ugly can slither into
the storm drain
I only need to do it
Baby's lullabyall of the children went to their beds,Baby's lullaby2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
a soft starry light guarding their heads;
hush now baby, don't you weep,
silence is just music put to sleep.
Water MusicWater Music4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It begins without a word - water music.
There will be singing, there will be a song.
But it begins with breath held in - water music.
It begins with stillness and with form.
A partial face, a single hand - water music.
One wish - to hide; another - to be known.
The red of lips, the green of leaf - water music.
To hide this way is not to be alone.
The image of a moment - water music.
Then it passes and a breath is drawn.
An artist makes an image - water music.
And a poet sees and makes a song.