misguided heartsyou could saymisguided hearts5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they fell heart over head's for eachother.
another night under the blackened sky surrounded them
it felt as if it was the last time and the first time all rolled into one
with bruises from bed posts and door knobs
with scratches from fingernails and lips that dragged across skin
with pulses beating rapidly and shallow breaths exhaled
the same thought ran through their heads, "what's better than love?"
the answer is always nothing
could wake them up to the dawn of reality
summer 2011the keys are trappedsummer 20113 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inside your car,
into thousands of fairy lights
and echoes of laughter.
here we sit,
watching boys teetering on the edge
of being men turn into
human fireworks, clothing ablaze
like the stars so far from reach.
it's with the breath
of the sun on your back,
the patterns of roses on your wallpaper
opening like mouths into full blossom.
i take a hot injection of humid air,
watching the fish pass in its currents,
and release the stream back
into the ocean.
we sit with our spines on fire,
lit beneath the baked, freckled crust
of our skin.
sipping italian sodas and absorbing
as much uv radiation as possible,
we bloom into fuller people.
the nights sit cool and light
on our shoulders,
the pavement still branding
the backs of our thighs
as we sit and bare stories
that made us into the
humans we have become this final summer.
your paperheartyour paper heartyour paperheart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that had the
prettiest word i've
ever heard written
fucked me over,
so i'll fold it
just so it can fly away from me.
meet me in paradisethe car slipsmeet me in paradise5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the road
and we're falling
off the bridge
and i'm only
counting how many
breaths you take
before you tell me
you'll meet me in paradise.
your warmthyou stood in the doorway, damp orange light falling across your skin, black hoodie falling from your shoulders gently, hair a mess - and you were all but perfect. you stood, leaning against the door frame a little too drunk, and smiled at me. it was that kind of smile that i knew meant more than it should have, the one i have seen too many times since - the kind of smile that meant something. i'd like to tell myself it meant the world - that when, for the first time in a year, our eyes met and you told me something that wasn't a lie - the stars had aligned or the universe corrected itself - but i know that's not true.your warmth3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we kissed that night, the alley way beside your house. you ran your hand along my legs, along my ripped tights, and i could feel your heartbeat under the sleeve of the shirt i had always loved. you stared at me, face relaxed, and told me that you had wanted that for a year.
sometimes, i think i have too.
my heart didn't explode though, and my knees didn't shudder undernea
wish upon a starthe air is always cold this time of year, you once told me as we lay in bed, warm, watching the last few seconds of christmas eve fall away. you whispered merry christmas in my ear, ran your hand along the the valley of my waist and told me that you had the best christmas present ever. i didn't need to ask what it was, because i already knew.wish upon a star3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'this time of year, miracles come true,' i could tell you were murmuring through a smile into my shoulder 'if you just close your eyes and wish upon a star hard enough.'
giggling, i closed my eyes and wished that i would wake up next to you. when you asked me what i wished for, i turned to face you, and through a succession of small kisses i whispered that i couldn't tell you, or it wouldn't come true.
god, we always thought we were so young.
you know, i have closed my eyes every year since then, and wished for the same thing. this year though, i lay in my double bed alone, sheets littered with cigarette burns and little pieces of wrapping paper.
before the kissbefore the kissbefore the kiss3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
breath tumbling from
parted lips like
easy mist rolling
over rocks in
the waves one
moon pulls forward
people for a moment like
planets closing on
tension for only
a second while
between them generations
of warring arise
pulled by the cosmos
closer to this pout
as a frozen
dance with leg
extended and quivering
on fractions above
a canyon of a floor
pressing on new air
refusing to collapse
as a mass of bony letters
challenges the bumpy road
to pull them from an open car
speeding curving hills spewing
gravel off the bridge to
hasty water beneath
dragging the haunted heels of
a summer almost finished
without this kiss while
grasping the haste it
needs to land and
bury for some
other side of
before it dies
so instead you pull
away and let those
The Beat Of Your Heartthe rhythmic-beating-of-your-heartThe Beat Of Your Heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
resonates across the world, and you
have everybody dancing
stardust and sun drenchedOn your birthday the sea leaves salt at your doorstepstardust and sun drenched4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And a few broken pieces of seashells
That seem to no longer whisper
Their little quirky remarks
Tickling against your attentive ears
You rush across the front porch, trying to chase shadows
Footsteps against the pavements of summer heat
And when you look up at the bruised sky
Of violet against stark cerulean you start to wonder
Why the sun left you without a farewell and
When would it rise again without a 'morning'?
And the world is oblivious to you
They call you names like
'Girl with a rabbit heart'
'A lost child'
And 'little angel façade'
But in the shadows of your feigning smiles you know it's because
They envy your sun drenched hair
And staccato feet born for dancing
Across the spotlight with specks of flying fairy dust
They say you are just
A ghost of your mother
An empty dream unfulfilled
"Her clock is always
Twenty four hours and three ticks off"
They let you watch sunrises while singing
Childhood tunes with flower in yo
i don't have the heart to call it summer lovewe drank sparkling wateri don't have the heart to call it summer love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the sun stripping us down
to our barest elements.
we were the wind,
two hearts in the air,
unanchored and set at sea.
you would wear your hat
loosely like a ribbon
of air on the top of your head,
and smile with your whole face;
you would imagine what i looked like
in only my underwear
until the next hour when your
your hands becoming excavation
shovels, revelling in discovery-
i had liked you best
when you were naked
on my bed,
head between your knees
as you caught your breath.
this was the last time
i felt good about you,
the last that it was safe
to sink myself into your arms.
i have realised this:
i love you,
but that is not enough.
i'll just embrace
the new space
put between us,
and all one thousand miles
that act like a membrane
between two fluids,
wanting little more
than to mesh
it fails to end me,
the paining i feel,
in my chest,
but i am unsure
sent out to sea,
went down in
a thousand daysthe sky was an endless seaa thousand days3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of grey and white and lost sailors
those who knew no better
who had no one to miss them
i had not seen the sun in days
months, years, decades or lifetimes
bathed myself in cold, murky water
because i was a lost sailor
who knew no better
and had no one to miss me
your skin in the spring light and
brown hands wrapped around mine,
lingering kisses in the dark
and your smile, stretched across
a canvas of hope and second chances
washed away those thousand days;
showed me that the sun is not hidden
i just didn't know where to look
weed memories,dear lord, it feels likeweed memories,5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
memories are weeds
being pulled by the
shattered shards of the nightit is thin and brittle darling;shattered shards of the night5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all you have to do is reach out and break it
and the night will shatter around you
introduce me to your bleeding knuckles
and i will watch them run scarlet and
i'l watch you cry. you're ever so pretty
when you cry, darling.
your body is moulded to fit mine
to keep me warm through those nights
when the night seems just so, so
your ever so beautiful eyes
are colours that i cannot mix with paint,
only with tears and dye from the very
very bottom of my leaking heart
my fingertips will trace your spine
that pokes in-and-out in-and-out and
you will tell me that it's nice, knowing
that i love you.
but your breath smells like coffe and your
heart like cinnamon and i've never
really loved you, just i can't stay away from
you and your sweet smelling existence
you walk with your knees bent, lovely
but i don't mind, as long as your fingers are
still long and your fingernails still short
you'll still be just as enticing
but you'll still be bleeding
the appleto my creators i smilethe apple3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for hiding my apple to bite.
for in years to come
never will a full night
be a sin. so goes
this gift i live captive in.
soon, ill be begging
to get the same adrenaline.
wet suburban streets and
hungry faces eating
a Korean angel sings
and every girl wishes
he played her guitar.
like he played,
not to me,
but my guitar.
because my songs are
the hardwood etchings
my heels bleed and
the black music
a guilty conscience leaves.
i swear, for suffocating
i sure know how to breathe.
moment of decaydo not ask him ifmoment of decay5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you do not desire
a liar who will
speak truthfully only to satasify
tragedy - "do you love me?"
silence is virtue for tears -
and his reflection is no longer
present in concave mirrors
a mirror can't lie unlessi can sink into your reflectionsa mirror can't lie unless5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a beautiful constellation
inside another world
in the sky of the
this is not my cardiganGod, he is smiling at the waitress with big eyes as she brings him his dinner. i can see the gnarls of his hands from a dozen feet away, his chair pulled close to the wooden table. i watch him reveal his little teeth, presumably polydented dentures. he is wearing a yellow sweater, a cardigan with elbow patches.this is not my cardigan5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
the chair across from him is empty and in the same grain pattern as the table with his towering pile of supper. my brother asks if i know why he is alone and i tell him to keep silent. his wife died, he told me, with a smile. the old man turns his eyes to his meal and slowly begins to eat.
God, please forgive me for not sitting with him; forgive me for not telling him i am so sorry and i love him; please forgive me for not crying into his sweater or being enough
epiphany # 244: we will find this man again someday, and show him love still exists at the bottom of our hearts and a teacup.
No oneMy lovers areNo one4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cheap and nasty,
(Un)finished spent projects.
Have found their tombs,
Where no cries are heard from
Balmy florist varieties:
They simply stare
Like puzzled psychologists,
Their mouths in a silent
Conversation with the sun.
To ogle and feel between my fingers
Like ridiculous souvenirs.
The ground is level
The lottery ticks over
white lies and truths,yes, darlingwhite lies and truths,5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i suppose it is difficult to find
a powdered truth in the
world of your white lies.
logically speakingyou only trust logic.logically speaking5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
math and science and nothing else, really.
to you, human emotions are
you have button-black eyes and i could explain this using
imagery and metaphors, with eloquent words that sow
seeds into your head and sew thoughts onto your lips.
but you won't have that,
because it is illogical.
it is rainy today and it is that way because of science
and meteors and things that are too hard for me to grasp.
or, it is rainy today because the weatherman said it is rainy today,
because it is rainy in my eyes and because the clouds
i try to talk to you logically,
and you try to talk to me with understanding.
but we don't communicate.
i keep trying, and
i write you something scientific:
Y CaNTe WI Be FrReNdS, AgN?
miss the girlyou see her,miss the girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her bones rolling,
as she prints
of her name.
you are sitting,
it is not
into the myriad
and lips and
next see her,
speak for the
a story together.
you are staring
to slice through
and you turn,
back of your
as the months
melt into one
as the leaves
go white with
Pokemon: Grovyle's Promise "We'll never make it!" I shouted to my one comrade as I took down another Sableye. "There are too many of them!"Pokemon: Grovyle's Promise3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Just keep trying!" Snow the Minccino panted back as she took on two of the foes at once. Coming to her rescue, I Quick Attacked one and Pounded the other. "Thanks," she said to me before launching back into the fray. Quick as a Thunderbolt, a Sableye latched itself onto my back while another readied Shadow Claw. But before he could I landed a heavy Rock Smash to his stomach, toppling him over backward. I then shook off the other and Pounded her with my tail 'til she was down for the count.
Then I heard the voice I hated immensely command in a disgustingly pleasant way, "A special reward to the Pokémon that knocks them out." This exited the Sableye greatly, and in their rush to attack us I was soon overwhelmed by the numbers and disappeared under the mass of the Fury Swiping Darkness Pokémon. Next thing I
reflections.I watched you destroyreflections.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by destroy, i mean explode
and exploding is the easy way out.
I'd rather burst into flames, the heroic way.
i made a puzzle out of our faces
i glued it together, i could never put your eyes together
nothing ever fit there was always a speck of something reflecting in the pupil.
but it was never me.
i'd hold your hand
but you told me holding onto someone was needy
"you hold onto life" i said,
or did you?
i picked up your favorite marble and threw it across the room
i watched you sit there, and stare at it rolling farther and farther away
i watched you let it go
you'd let me go, but no one would have to throw me.
smiles are for happy people
moments are for people worth remembering
puzzles are for people with too much time
reflections are for people who you want to see.
but it was never me.
bird wings.theres a girl who has irses the colour of running ink. she covers canvasses with blood-red paint and covers note books in everything she wishes she could be. hanging red canvasses on the blue walls in her room sometimes make her feel as though she's burning. when she comes home from school she lays on her bed and she cries, burning from the inside out.bird wings.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
theres a girl who spends her nights curled in a ball, in the park behind her house. her cheeks are decorated in purple-blue-black bruises and her tights are ripped. i want to hold her to my chest and run my fingers through her sienna hair; hold her hands and kiss her fingers. i want to protect her, keep her in a cage and make sure that no one can get in.
there's a girl who has sand through her hair, and dirt underneath her fingernails. she reminds me of long, crashing waves that you see at the ocean. the kind that you can't fight, the kind that looks so gentle and calm until they finally reach the shore; then they fall and break. vio