PerfectI've made my mistakesPerfect4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you've made yours
Forgive me for mine
And we can move on
I care for you
I really do
I just mess up
And make stupid choices
Even though we argue
Even though we fight
That will never change how I feel
I love you still
I'm just not perfect
I make mistakes
I'm just human
I'm not perfect
So sorry I don't live to your expectations
Sorry, I mess up
I don't try to
I try to be perfect
Just for you
But that's the thing
I'm only human
I can't do perfect
But I'll keep trying~
How My Chemical Romance Saved My LifeHow My Chemical Romance Saved My Life3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And that was that, I guess; The pills weren't working, and so there wasn't anything left to do except put that big old kitchen knife to her throat. Or fly off the top of that big bank building downtown. Or take then entire bottle of those lovely little pills that were supposed to make everything better.
I slunk across the floor of the house, silent at three in the morning, and unmoving under the silver moonlight except for me, trudging along with the bottle of pills in my hands. I laughed a little at the irony.
These pills this medication was supposed to make my life brighter and take away the depression and pain. They hadn't done their job, so they were being commissioned by me to perform one final fling. A contract kill that'd relieve the pain permanently. Seemed about right, to end a futile life that I was tired of living. I'm a fish in a barrel anyways; waiting to be picked out by the stronger, bette
Why didn't you?Why do you love me?Why didn't you?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can't you see you deserve better than me?
I hurt you,
I broke you,
You screamed in pain,
Sat alone in the rain,
You acted happy, all for me,
Babe, why didnt you just tell me?
Why didn't you say you hurt?
I still like you,
I still want you,
But I thought you had moved on,
I thought you were done,
Why didnt you tell me that you missed me?
Why didn't you tell me you still loved me?
Honor Your FallenOne for the man who answered the call.Honor Your Fallen3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One for the brother taken too soon.
One for the man who gave his all.
One for hearts made heavy and sad.
One for families torn apart;
One for a boy now without his dad.
One for the onslaught of tears,
One for the new struggles.
One for so many lost years.
One for the mother's only son,
One for the memories;
One more, one more until this war is won.
One for the brother coming home under his Nation's flag,
One for the ultimate sacrifice,
One for the man in the body bag.
One for the love of the fight,
One for family born not of blood.
One for that final flight.
One for the free.
One for you
Until it's just me.
A final salute for those who no longer hurt,
For the boys who paid the ultimate price;
Twenty one guns for my family in the dirt.
Honestly dishonest.I'd kissed you seventeen times before they tore meHonestly dishonest.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
away from the coffin.
This could be tragically romantic but I'm lying;
I wasn't allowed through the chapel doors.
I'll never tell you -- you already know.I remember in the beginningI'll never tell you -- you already know.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there was just you and me
small intervals where the air would leap from my chest,
saying you leave me breathless will always be an understatement.
I wanted to kiss you before
I even knew you or knew the real you
but your untied purple chucks
had me even before your hello--
months later I realized that meant to be's aren't always
as silly as they used to be.
I've fallen in love with how
the palms of our hands match
the planes of our souls and
every time I loop my fingers
between yours we fall deeper--
If there was ever a time I should explain myself,
it's be right now, but I think you know--
I mean you should know--
How irreversibly far I've fallen
foxholes.i remember my grandmotherfoxholes.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with her veins the same
shade as the sky that day
i remember her telling me
'there are no atheists in foxholes,'
and the lump in my throat formed
faster than the cancer cells
accumulating in her chest.
the ocean is a whore and the
moon is her pimp and we are
all her customers, using
and polluting her. i am a
whore and my past is my
pimp and the boys with
the biggest eyes and
fastest fingers pollute
me right to my shores.
'you look so burnt out.'
'my tongue feels like cardboard.'
'you should get some rest.'
'i have to wait for my dealer.'
'but i'm not waiting for you.'
and somewhere deep inside
me it resonated that you meant
something very different than
just leaving my bed cold.
or maybe it's all the same in the end.
acquaintancesforms fallacquaintances3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
over the entrance, because my
door is not wide enough
'cause my chest is too small
it wasn't that the latch was
it was that i don't invite
i can't see what's real.the problem is to me nothing is ever going to be as beautiful as you.i can't see what's real.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i feel like i'm going blind.
this would scare me except i know it's just that the whole world has dimmed down a few shades since i last saw you. and my eyesight will never adjust again because now all i do is look for you everywhere i go, even though i know you're miles away, because all i want is to see you smile again. even if it's the last thing i do.
i want to see your face because i've gotten so used to seeing no one at all. it's too empty here. i hear his name and voice, feel his fingers on my skin and his breath against my cheek, but i don't see him. maybe he sees a silly quiet girl with dull eyes and a silent smile that he wants to get to know, but all i see is 600 miles stretched beneath the tips of my fingers that i will never again cross and the person who lives there that i will never get to see and the lonely fact that i know where my heart is.
and it is not here.
it's there with you.
i'll never get it b
ApsaraFind me sunken into theApsara3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lotus field, bathing skin silvergreen,
waist-deep and pink
in sunset, and we will cry:
for three-faced elephants,
for the dancers threading grace
between their fingertips—
until I dress in the heaviness,
a sarong of heat.
inflicti opened up the earth andinflict3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stole your breath before we could do it
you and i
fell in hard a couple of chicken legs
sprawled and broken
at the bottom and you told me
to climb to the moon if i'm
so eager to die
but instead i crawled to you
'til your brow, all six stories and
just when you thought you'd
get some sleep i went in you,
you were great but i
no one, noand I am screamingno one, no3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
jesus, jeanie, you're such
a fucking slut.
my hand is a propeller to her skin, and she blooms like a red carnation. I spit on her face. she is hot, I can feel it. baking like the sun.
"burn in hell," I let her know, but she might be already.
tonight I rustle the childish blankets of her bed. she doesn't move. I am a threat. I bend close down to her. her breaths are rigid like the crags that jut from a cliff, like she is shaping the air so that when I pounce I will be struck and she will be saved. I don't hesitate.
her hair is silk through my hands. I pull it, unhemming thread. "you're an ugly bitch, jeanie. who the fuck would love you?"
"off," she pushes me into the sea. "get the fuck off of me." I land on the planted crags of her nightstand and her lamp. the pink vase, curling upwards to the light as a tree, smashes like an eggplant. the florescent splashes on us and the blushed scoopula of its skin cuts the breadth of my b
we're all made of stories.We're all either made of cells or stories, but in your case, it's both. You're somehow bigger than what one body can contain. And I know that all of this all these words and breaths and spaces aren't enough to explain you. You're better than any fiction will ever be.we're all made of stories.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I remember sitting in the passenger seat of your car, watching the familiar city streets flick by, fast like a picture book. It felt like there was something I was missing between the pages and second story houses, but I couldn't place it. I had my arms wrapped tight around my middle, holding my insides in since I was afraid with every passing moment I would let their contents spill. You wouldn't look at me, but you kept talking. For the first time ever, I wished you would stop. You were telling me that you could never love me and I was completely aware that I had already foolishly followed you in too deep and now you were letting me know that you had been drowning for years. You were promising to take me und
Things named longingI've already named too many things longing. The robin with its nest on my porch light, the warehouse mannequin suffering from a nothing-fits day, myself with no nest and nothing fitting.Things named longing4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
A calling out would often follow the naming, although nothing or nobody ever stepped forward, possibly because I never said anything at all and just stood there assigning things the name they'd never know they'd have and by which no one would actually know them.
if I did shout the name so passionately to the point it echoed, would the number of times it stammered in the air add up to a number that meant I wanted too much?
I sometimes wondered what I ever wanted at all.
The things I named Longing had nothing at all in common. They represented no impossible desires or abandoned ambitions. They often wished for nothing, just to be.
The robin walked on her children's eggshells and fed them early in the morning before she began to sing, the mannequin stood waiting to cast a clothed shadow, a
rules of attractionwhenever yourules of attraction3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
long for someone,
your body becomes a pole
and theirs the opposite
together.he's the boy that rarely ever smilestogether.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
and she'll be the girl who lives for his almost-there-smirk and can make him crack up without even trying
she's the girl that dresses up to sit in the rain
and he'll be the boy who'll lend her his old comfy sweater that doesn't match with anything at all
he's the boy with two left feet and no rhythm
and she'll be the girl that counted the steps out loud until he got it and danced the night away with him
she's the girl that is afraid of blood and needles
and he'll be the boy that tattooed her name and their memories over his beatbeatbeating heart
he's the boy that hates to get his feet wet
and she'll be the girl who pulls him into her big brown eyes with his clothes still on and gets him absolutely drenched
she's the girl with firefly dreams and no expectations
and he'll be the boy that assures and reassures over and over again so she has no choice but to believe
he's the boy that beheads his gummy bears immediately
and she'll be the girl who licks h
3:50.i miss those hands3:50.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that touched me like i was delicate,
but still held me with so much strength
that i could feel it through my shirt.
sometimes i lie awake and try to remember
how your tongue felt on mine
and how i could see you smiling
at me in the dark.
you told me i had cute legs,
an even cuter way
of wrinkling my nose,
you didn't say it outright
but you smiled differently
when you found out
i have three birthmarks.
you were a terrible singer,
but the thought counts.
In Search of PunctuationThe exhausted traveler hung hisIn Search of Punctuation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on its hook, dragging his eyes across
and through the curves
looking for any signs of sharpness
or flatland meadows; somewhere
he might rest.
He found nothing but
rhythmic swells and
the faint hands of an impresario
crafting the journeyrock
below his feet.
I suppose." But his cellular
structure was ringing
in his ears,
demanding audience & sleep.
lonelinessi am not Bukowski’s junkyard, but i am filledloneliness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with white-knuckled fear and petty excuses.
there is no room between the piss-stained
carpet and cockroach-infested refrigerator.
UntitledANNA was the cashier at sullivan's, the small, family-owned grocery at the corner of edwards and eggleton. she worked most friday nights, some sundays, and always wednesday.Untitled3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
today was wednesday.
from her apartment window anna perched, peering around the moss-colored curtains, her eyes large like a hawk's, always drawn, open, and alert. she flicked her gaze along andres lane, a clouded and drizzly street away from edwards, watching the people about, scattered on the street and the sidewalk like morning dew on the lawn. they were lazy and slow moving, and she watched their progress as they ambled from one end of her window to the other, where they scuffled out of sight.
beside this window, in her living room, in the recliner, she sat, there in that chair. her feet were tucked underneath her, and in her left hand she held a cup of tea with her head turned over the armchair to peer out of the window. sara sat beside her folded legs, purring incessantly, reminding anna of the vents in the a
note 21you're as beautiful as the anklesnote 213 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that plant in the snow at two
am, trekking home
a mapmaker's mystery.that boy was tangled lines and limbs on a coffee-stained table, a mess of symbols and starbursts on burning parchment paper. i met him in a small town faraway and was enthralled. he was inexplicable, his stories full of riddles in a curious old rhythm. someone once called him a puzzle but that was neither here nor there and he only looked like he didn't have all the pieces. so instead, i called him a mapmaker's mystery and decided to follow him to the ends of the earth.a mapmaker's mystery.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
at first i enjoyed exploring his nooks and crannies but soon realized he didn't lead anywhere and north didn't exist. we were flying as the crow, trying to find an undefined checkpoint without the degrees and minutes of complication. perhaps we weren't really flying but my heart had this vivid sensation of soaring high. maybe it was that feeling he gave me: that soul-stirring unplottability and pleasant notion of wandering.
but if x marked the spot, we'd never strike gold because the scale was all wrong and we were
A Silent Prayer...Words from the heart,A Silent Prayer...3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Cords and a harp,
Drumroll in the background,
People keep asking where am at now,
See me merge with the background,
Looking from the shadows,
Seeing this hate,
All this envy,
Eyes black and empty,
Damn this life of envy,
But am at a lose for words cuz I lost part of myself in the process,
Memories plunged into darkness,
In the onset,
I was plain unnoticed,
Mates claim they never noticed,
But that didn't make me lose ma focus,
Even when all my hopes were hopeless,
Guess ya'll know this,
It's makes you stronger,
Makes u hard,
But I don't wanna be a stranger for the most part,
I ain't tryna say ma days staring from the back were days of a broken heart,
Or days from the light to the dark,
Just sayin' it was no walk in the park,
Nights when I stare at the sky above me,
Nights when sleep decided to abandon me,
Tales of an insomniac,
Yo', Class of '05, N.T.I.C,
For the ones I lost and still live within me,
Know ya'll feel me,
I hope someday you'll remember me,