I waitI wait12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wait. I prepare for an arrival that will never occur.
You said you'd be here, but you've said that before,
Only to leave me standing here, foolishly holding
My heart in my hands, broken and silent.
You ask. I give. You beg. I give. You insist
That I stand still, not moving to the left or right,
While you roam freely and openly, leaving me
To follow you, and close my heart once more.
If I could say to you what's on my mind, I'd tell you I love you.
I'd tell you I want you. I'd tell you of the hurt and anger that
Simmer under my skin, but I keep silent because I know the cost.
I know that no matter what is said or done, I am wrong, as always.
I wish I could climb a tree, to the very top until there
Was nothing but sky between me and the stars.
I'd stretch out my hands to touch them, feel their energy
Thrilling through me. But I can't even get to the top of the tree.
I stay behind, head down, because I love y
Collecting DrawersI am full of drawers in which I placeCollecting Drawers7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pieces of places I've been.
I collect stories and ideas, twists of thread.
Garbage from the street.
Pictures of people and thoughts.
In my head, my being is constructed of observations.
I'm insubstantial in comparison,
but only for lack of self-looking.
A wire-frame to hold it all up,
I am. There are no drawers in my mind.
Left clean and crisp and untouched,
it blinks it's eyes, when the curtain is pulled back by fingers filled with
isometric renditions of human heartbeats.
I am watching. Blinking eyes that never truly close.
I watch myself.
I have a windowed room with shutters.
Like a television for contemplation.
I am made of drawers and people and things,
collections that are not yet understood,
all connected with some thread that cannot be seen.
I react, respond, feel.
Think, speak. Tongue falling over teeth, distinct sounds that mean something.
English something speaking
Love is...Love is...10 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I've always thought of love as something that one should feel instantaneously when meeting a person... but that's not always the way. Almost always, the first attraction we have towards people is physical, be it looks, or smell, or maybe something else. It has actually been stated (yes yes, it was in an Old Spice commercial, but bear with me!) that smell is what ties us to the most poignant memories we have (I made it sound prettier). As soon as I heard the thing about scent being tied to memory I've always remembered it because it somehow rings true to me; when people die their loved ones often find themselves looking through clothing simply to remember the smell of the deceased.
Now, I've always hated to believe the first step to love being physical attraction. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for physical stuff  but when it comes to love I'm completely serious about there being an equal balance of all aspects. Here is when we come to the hard part... what IS love? One of those big qu
you in your mouthi am curious about youyou in your mouth7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of course, i'd like
to know how many sugars
if any, i think i'd like
to know how well
done. but i'm not sure
of course, if i should be
curious (or otherwise)
if it is indecent
of me to speculate
ponder how much milk
wonder what textures
maybe i should wait
for the situation
to present itself
rather than spend
these days thinking
Reads like an Erotic Novel... Casey hurried down the empty halls of the college, her bag held close to her. She looked over her shoulder down the hall. Only a few students meandered in and out of the hall. No one paid her any heed. She sped around the hall corner, her sneakers squeaking on the concrete surface. She slowed down as she approached a large green door. She tentatively turned the handle and peeked inside.Reads like an Erotic Novel...8 years ago in Humor More Like This
The room was dark and the air was cool. She slid her head into he doorway until she was certain the room was empty. Satisfied at its lack of occupancy, she quickly slid into the room and closed the door behind her. She groped the wall in the darkness until she found the light switch. The room was illuminated and Casey sighed with relief. She still clutched her bag to her breasts protectively. She was all alone now. Finally. The long awaited day had finally come to pass.
Slowly, as if in a dream, she slid into the seat of a cheap tan