Opposites AttractShe believed in true love and happily ever after.Opposites Attract4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He thought tumble weeds knew more about life than humans.
They had starlight in the desert, but it turned icy before dawn.
She danced because it was good money and made her feel empowered.
He liked to watch hips and lips; they could tell stories that eyes never would.
Together they watered neurosis and fed paranoia.
She clutched rosaries and medals like magic amulets.
He pinched joints and chugged Jack like they were maps and rivers to Nirvana.
They were a match unmade in Heaven, and dissatisfaction was never so grudging lived.
She painted new worlds and hopes in water color dresses.
He analyzed gods and humanity in calcium deposits and molecular structures.
For a relationship that never had a chance, they could have been almost perfect.
Fairy TaleOnce upon a time...Fairy Tale5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That is all we are anymore
You closed the book
And I am beginning to think I am too old
For fairy tales that can be picked up anytime
Re-read in glorious familiarity
And exciting new passions
If nothing else
I have learned from the mercury screen
That lonely angels have no place on slower paths
UnfaithfulI have a confession to make...Unfaithful4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have been unfaithful.
I didn't even realize it was happening until too late.
Those tiny, almost unnoticed touches...I noticed because it has been so long since you touched me like that. Suddenly, me and that passionate other were constantly talking even in the middle of the day, reminding me just how beautiful the world is when I am in love.
I think that is where I really strayed. I am no longer in love. With you, that is.
So, I thought you should know.
It's only fair since I said that I loved you first and I've rendered your heart into bite sized pieces.
I have been sleeping with Music.
It is a far better lover than you.
Dear MarkDear Mark,Dear Mark5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would appreciate it if you would only mark on my heart.
I have always loved your scribbles on my hands,
The murals you painted on my shoes.
So when you asked to hold my heart a bit,
I thought nothing of it.
Of course it would be returned to me,
With pencils phantoms tracing curlicues and dreams,
But it was supposed to have been basically unchanged.
Instead I now hold it outside my chest.
It takes long walks trailing behind you,
And I don't think you ever know.
I've had to start tying a ribbon on it to make sure it doesn't fly away altogether.
I'm too young for this, Mark.
Please tell my heart to stop following you.
DarkShe never told anyone that she was afraid of the dark. The reason behind this was sound: she was not afraid of the dark.Dark5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was the lights that were frightening.
They lay in tiger stripes across the floor, waiting to pounce and rip the flesh from her ribcage, exposing the broken-winged bird she called her heart. Of course, this did not mean she feared all light. Just the midnight light, between the safety of fluorescent bulbs and the sanctuary of her pillow nest. She knew that the light carried a monster, who desecrated the shadows and ate alive dreams and hopes.
This is why the door always had to be shut tight. Why lamps had to turned on before the lights went out.
She wasn't afraid of the dark.
ZephyrThere is beauty hereZephyr5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Dancing in the air freely
And the ocean sings
Autumn KissKiss me softly in the autumn,Autumn Kiss5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For Indian summer's glare fades too soon,
And the wolf-wind winter
Is fast approaching your eyes.
AdvertisementShe is everything you could be.Advertisement5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She is the picture of carefree perfection.
Her hair isn't frizzy as much as it is spirited. She walks with a swagger, tromping over the world with her big black boots, bringing her artistic vision to the remotest corners of dressing rooms and stages. Two steps ahead of herself, and one step behind her dreams. Five seconds from fulfillment, half a second from joy.
She is only a transient vision, a brief glance in the mirror. But there is honesty to her face. Which is really something for an advertisement.
Clown in Hell AT RISE: (A receptionist, AZAL, is sitting at a painfully orderly desk, continuously taking and transferring calls on a machine that signals incoming calls with varying maniacal laughs, and typing on a sleek computer. She is dressed extremely neatly in a stylish suit and dark framed glasses, but the professional effect is skewed somewhat by her being a demon. The room is very bland, and monochromatic, with uncomfortable nondescript furniture. Muzak renditions of bad pop music play over unseen speakers. LOBO, a timid looking gentle man in his mid fifties and clad in full clown make up and costume enters hesitantly, clutching a large manila folder in his hands, and stands expectantly in front of Azal's desk. Azal ignores him.)Clown in Hell5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Hell, front desk. What is your party's extension? Just one moment. Hell, front desk no, that would be a question for Baal, I will have you connected in just one moment. (Without looking at Lobo) Is there
I cannotI cannot pretend that the rain never affects me.I cannot5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The mere sight of dark clouds throws my mind back in time.
The first time you said you loved me.
The only time you said you loved me.
If you ever happen to ask,
I cannot pretend that was not the happiest moment in my life.
I cannot make believe that you never hurt me.
The bruises on my thighs and minuscule scratches on my fingers prove it too well.
The only symbols I still have of you.
The only things you ever gave me to cherish.
If you were to ask,
I cannot make believe that I would escape unscathed again.
I cannot lie and say I never dreamed.
But wouldn't it be nice if I could?
Dreamless SleepWake up....Dreamless Sleep5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you've been sleeping for so long,
an endless slumber,
the days have just faded away like memories of a time gone by,
beside you we always held a vigil,
please wake up,
please wake up,
we can't wait much longer,
the time is close at hand,
you need to come back to us,
you need to rejoin us,
GOD PLEASE WAKE UP!!!!!!
there's no time left,
you've been gone far to long,
it seems there's no hope,
you're eyes don't even flicker,
encased in the dreamless sleep,
we have to let go now,
why didn't you wake?
why didn't you wake?
i'm so sorry but we have to let go now,
we walk away now,
you're sleep is eternal now,
EllipsesI use ellipses too often.Ellipses4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think it is because I am still waiting,
Wanting someone to pick my thoughts up,
Brush the dust and crumbs and bits of nonsense off them,
And hand them back to me, saying
"Five second rule"
I am waiting for someone to smile.
disillusioned.it's not fairdisillusioned.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that he's smiling with
his eyes closed
and his mouth half open
to catch dreams in;
not when she sits there
in the dark and
tries to remember
and all those candles she lit
blew out in the wind,
and all the dreams she had
got lost in other people's hands.
and she says, "love is
like a staircase,"
but she'll never reach
just float between
and maybe she could be beautiful
if someone would teach her to
cup both hands
around her dreams
and not let go.
Seeing RedIn the moment of desire,Seeing Red5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eyes half shut,
Fingers digging into a deeper reality,
And voices all but silent,
The world explodes.
We Wither, We BloomBecauseWe Wither, We Bloom5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would love you like a rose
I'll die to feel your hands about me
But I only end up drawing blood
You love me like an orchid
Vibrant and sensual
Yet incapable of leaving more than
Intoxicating musk behind yourself
I think we have more between us like dandelions
I would love you with sunshine innocence
But you only hold me to rip me from the earth
And blow my dreams to the winds
Song for PartingI can still feel your skinSong for Parting5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cool and sandpapery
Damp with the evening dew
Or tears and sweat
I don't know which.
I can still feel you clinging
Holding you close to me
Somehow I think we are keeping each other
From slipping away into the night mists
My, my, I can still feel you, taste your lips
And I miss you so damn much.
Just a Stupid PoetI am just a stupid poet.Just a Stupid Poet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I weave fairy tales into cracked sidewalks and throw pennies into puddles hoping my wish will come true.
I am just a stupid poet.
I'm hopelessly romantic even though I profess that love is ignorance and that I want no part of it.
I am just a stupid poet.
I speak eloquently and use big words in hopes that you won't see the hurt buried deep behind my eyes.
I am just a stupid poet.
I'm awkward and shy, and I don't really know all the right words to say even if I pretend that I know everything.
I am just a stupid poet.
I dance barefoot in the rain and look towards the sky searching every cloud for a rainbow.
I am just a stupid poet,
And I can't
WishesI've heard it said that if you grimace when you make a wish you shouldn't expect it to ever come true.Wishes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But what of those wishes that make you blink away tears
Or half-smile because of how 'almost were' they are?
What of the wishes that make you laugh for the very whimsy of them,
Or shudder at your own blackness of heart?
And what of those wishes that were granted for a fractional moment
Before someone ripped them down long with the falling stars?
DrowningI tried drowning myself,Drowning5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Casting my fragile shell into the swirl of love and passion,
But I only got a concussion.
It would seem that pool is dry for the season.
Because I Need YouI learned to forgive when I heard you sang in your lovely voice,Because I Need You5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Leaving behind feelings of an undying want in me like the way you said I told you so.
And it was in high school when you first gave me that look,
Forever sealing my belief in the absolute beauty of a real smile.
I still remember the way you cried with your heart years later in sweet love,
And I wondered if you knew that I cared about you beyond your wildest dreams.
A fragile moment of eternity incomplete,
When a touch is all we need to know and understand each other so well.
It was thanksgiving when I woke up to rippling translucent waves of the ocean nearby,
A warm glow and your hands slowly feeling mine.
I thanked that time is the measurement of all that is of true value,
And wished it wasn't just another dream of an infinity complete.
Childhood summersSummer blooms and blossomsChildhood summers5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the sun is kind
like years ago
when I found this place
apple tree branches
taller than my memories
like ripples in the pond - they grow
In the secret places
I used to play
moss creeps onto my skin
Here, in my childhood summers
all my dreams and trees
AgainI'm left again with words.Again5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Glorious, intangible, forgettable words.
Words and bruises and scrapes.
That seems to be all you ever leave me with.
And, damn, how I love it.
prerogative.you do not own me.prerogative.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am no tea-cup to be
picked up and used
for an afternoon drink.
i am no dog
on a leash,
no cat with a collar.
you do not own me.
i will bite any hand
that attempts to feed me;
i will eat grapes
from no hand
but my own.
you do not own me.
your eyes may follow me
as i walk away; but if for
one second you think it
is your right to be able to
touch, i will wipe that smile
off of your face.
i am my own.
not a tame fire,
but a blaze.
i will knock down any tree
i feel like burning.
i will destroy a forest
without the blink of an eye
if it means freedom.
i am an independent woman-
and you do not own me.
She Bleeds LeadLead poisoned her mind from bombs constantly waging war inside her head.She Bleeds Lead4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She asked me to count the cracks that were bleeding lead.
I had to look away.
I couldn't watch it corrode the softest parts of her skin.
What happens to porcelain eyes when they begin to weep tears of glass?
(Is it clear enough to see through, or are they too stained?)
With ribs like windows, I could see the mutilated victim of a war with no promises of ending.
Each beat a repressed scream begging to remember what its like to feel.
Before she can answer her heart's relentless cries, another bomb explodes,
Leaving her to count the cracks in her sanity.
Morosely she reminds herself that she's doing herself a favor as her lungs compress her air in disagreement.
(That's alright she's already forgotten how to breathe.)
As I lick the lead dripping from her wounds, I try to trick myself into thinking its not poisonous
Although I could taste her faith in me retreat, convinced that I'm poisoning her.