When I had You
I remember there was a time,
When I thought I had committed a crime.
I remember feeling my mind wonder,
As the first idea of you went through me like thunder.
First all I could feel was a hollow fear,
Then came the first happy tear.
My little baby nestled within me,
I just thought of how it would be.
A warm little someone to love and protect,
This little person I would never regret.
A son or a daughter,
Would be my joy and laughter.
I didn't care if they threw me out,
This child was mine without a doubt.
I would sit awake for hours,
Thinking of the blessed powers.
How wonderful it was to have you!
Being absolutely steadfast and true!
And my love was unconditional,
There was no want for anything additional.
When I told your father,
He wasn't thrilled that I was going to be a mother.
He was scared,
He worried how this was to be shared.
In a rush of emotion,
I threatened to keep you from his devotion.
My little miracle from heaven's beauty,
He was such a calamity.
He wasn't worthy of seei
The Story of Girls and BoysSee that girl?The Story of Girls and Boys2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She made him smile on his worst days,
She stayed up to talk to him every night.
He made mistakes but she forgave him always,
He ignored her - he knew that wasn't right.
He didn't care, took her love for granted;
He expected her to always just be there.
She liked him but she wasn't what he wanted,
He dated other girls, she tried not to care.
Finally, she left, didn't want to wait forever
She found a better guy who liked her too.
This guy saw her potential, he adored her;
His intentions with her were honest and true.
Seeing them together made him realize something:
Without her, he was stuck in a lonely world.
All he had left was the memory of her leaving,
He had lost out on one amazing, special girl.
April 24I've got hooks in my backApril 242 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And screws in my spine
With rods up and down
Just to keep myself aligned
The scar on my back
Goes on for miles
It won't disappear
It's the proof of my trials
No matter how far I run
Or where I try to hide
Therein lies a truth
That I could never deny
Is the perpetual date
And I cannot escape
This indefinite fate
i was kissed by color before i was borni have a thing for butterflies -i was kissed by color before i was born2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they were tattooed across my skin
when i left my mother's womb.
they rest between my ribs
and the hollow of my throat
i was kissed with colors before i was born.
you were kissed by h a p p i n e s s
and embraced by Eden -
so you could find refuge
in the color under my skin.
instead of a heart,
my blood beats with butterfly wings.
and they glow when i smile
or when my cheeks forget to blush.
in the place of the heart the butterflies took away.
so your smile-stained lips,
and my butterfly-tattooed skin
met under despair
when it was well
and every time you tell
anyone that i'm yours
the spaces between my ribs g l o w
with the timid smiles
Sinful loversSinful lovers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This beautiful sin, yet untold to the world.This beautiful sin, yet untold to the world.
Thus my heart begins to beat, like a crazy madman..
I watched with sinful eyes, as she crossed the road of destiny.
Ending up on the wrong side.
The side with me.
I fear for her own happiness, I cannot provide her with things they could.
I can only try.
Why must this sin feel so good?
They tossed us out, our fear and pain thrown onto the street.
Tossed into bags, we ran.
That taxi night spent close, watching our happy memories fade away.
We ran, into the future.
Chasing after a place where acceptance existed.
All I wish, is for a kiss.
This night may be our end, because they are chasing us down.
Trying to make us repent.
I will never give up, your location.
My love, our sins are beautiful.
Have yet to love a full life.
Never Back DownYou stitched my lips todayNever Back Down2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I could not speak
I sliced my slender throat
So I could still breathe
Dowsed acid in my eyes
So I could not see
But I reached out to touch her
She in turn touched me
You cut my ears today
I hear no birds sing
Or an infant's laughter
And the joy that brings
You bound my wrists and hands
Now they are red raw
I should blindly stumble
But still I stand tall
You sliced my fingertips
I can't feel her skin
The softness of her hair
The barrel of my pen
You broke my legs in two
Now I cannot walk
Nor can I see or hear
Feel or talk
You did all of these things
To keep me quiet
Yet the passion that stirs
Is as loud as a riot
Listen for the silence
That comes before the sound
Now feel for my touch
As I will never back down
AcheIt was an old ache -Ache2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a rough reminder
she was not perfect,
a notch in his backbone
that creased his shirt
when he moved the wrong way.
There was a certain charm
about her face
and he liked how she could climb
when she had to
and how her spine lined up
with his bookcase.
(But he wondered why
bled into his flaws)
Still, he had to admit
lean across a table
with a grace
that bordered on
and he could learn to believe
just a dying art.
SHUSH!SHUSH!2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Don't say anything you'll regret.
Don't let anyone take offense.
Censor yourself, stay off the fence.
Its either one side or the other.
Will you stay quiet?
Or dare mutter?
You'll get murdered if you speak it.
Don't take that lightly cause they mean it.
Oh, they will kill you.
They'd kill me too if I were you,
But they won't cause I don't speak.
I try not to even think.
I've long since killed my urges for such things-
I want to breathe!
I want to breathe!
I've heard they'll drown you in the river.
Set that bow into its quiver,
And let it fly into your sternum like a skewer,
Like a rotisserie.
Its so scary.
So please don't say the things you do.
Or they'll find out, and come for you.
Then I will cry...
Because you didn't have to die.
Because you decided to live your life with opened eyes.
You should've shushed!
I Love You For ThatTalking to youI Love You For That2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is safe and its sweet.
It's innocent and free.
And I love you for that.
Looking at you
gives me shortness of breath.
Makes my heart beat fast.
And I want you for that.
Being near you
makes me nervous and scared
I love your scent and aura.
And I'll always be with you for that.
Hearing your voice
fills my ears with joy
eases my heart and my mind
And I could never leave you for that.
You've destroyed my world
You've rebuilt it though
to somthing more beautiful
and I love you for that.
the noblest of crimesi have a mentalthe noblest of crimes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
list of songs
that i would kill
and with each song there is a-
how, a where, a when, and a why.
the most recent horror i inflict
upon myself in this shitty second-rate
cinema of an imagination is cushioned by
What a Wonderful World,
and i'm sitting in my car on the blue ridge
parkway completely stoned, my mother's handgun
on the passenger seat
mama bought it to keep the devils away
little did she know it would incur them through my own hand,
and Louis Armstrong lays heaven delicately on my ears-
the absolute purest knowledge in the world
is the Beauty of it-
and even at that moment, i do not deny it-
i am not a fallen solider, nor a coward
or a thief,
i am a creature rattling the bars
of her cage, i am the sparrow rising above the
fog to settle
Love is...Love is the smile on your face when you hear their nameLove is...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's the beat your heart skips when they say yours aloud
It's the tear in your eye when you won't see them till tomorrow
Love is a train of white sliding down an aisle of flower petals
It's the raising of a veil; the only thing separating you and your dearest
It's the cheers of the kiss when two become one
Love is snapping at each other after a long, hard day
It's raising your voices just enough to upset one another
It's curling up in bed together and spending the night in each other's arms
Love is the first cry of the start of a new life
It's a newborn sleeping soundly in the arms of those that love it
It's the unspoken promise to keep the child safe from harm and raised with love
Love is the smile on your face when they remember your name for the first time in months
It's the beat your heart skips when you realize it was their last word
It's the tear in your eye when you realize you won't get to see them tomorrow
On Love and the Broken HeartedDeep into her eyes, he looksOn Love and the Broken Hearted2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Deep into her soul
Holds her warm heart in his hands
His stands firm and cold
Sleeping in his arms, she lies
Gentle as a lamb
Dreams a future with her love
Destined to be damned
Deceit, hungry in his eyes
Words and actions play
Lustful vision staring down
Where his beauty lay
Turning cheek, she breathes a sigh
Jolts his fantasy
Smiling, turns her head once more
Never will she leave
Lips of sugar slightly part
Delicate and sweet
Bitter is his selfish smile
Kiss he longs to meet
Wakened now, she sees his face
Falsified by love
Angel like does this fox seem
She is not enough
He is not looking for love
He's not after her
Her display, the only thing
Heightening his thirst
Her mouth shapes words; "I love you"
"I love you too", he says
But secretly, he's waiting
Wanting her, a sin
"Come and let us lay tonight"
Face and smile fall
Heart is shaken and surprised
This request is all
Nothing more she's wanted for
Just a pretty face
To use for the time being
He's The UnknownI'm looking in the mirrorHe's The Unknown2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And what do I see?
A boy that looks just like me
But this can't be me
He has a small smile on his lips
My lips forms a frown
His eyes sparkle
Mine are dull
His face is relaxed
Mine is full of anger
His hands are free
mine are tied
This boy in the mirror
Is my small mask
The boy I show
When I'm around
This isn't me
I'm not who you think
This boy in the mirror
He is the unknown
N o v ai.N o v a2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This distance between us
is devouring my lungs.
I'm left here gasping,
trying to suture back together
all the broken nights-
the cigarette burns in my bedsheets.
I'm tracing maps on my limbs,
and I'm painting black holes on my palms,
pressing them into letters
left on my nightstand
untouched and unread.
I keep telling myself
none of this is about you.
But I'm reaching for empty galaxies
as I try to remember what it felt like
to be one of a binary star.
Light-years away, and I'm here-
just another nova on your ceiling,
searching this vast universe for you.
Swan SongSwan Song:Swan Song2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those days we used to spend together
So gentle and so sweet...
Are buried like my sister's corpse
Entombed beneath my feet...
The mornings we spent in the grove of dryads
Braiding each other's hair...
I visit the very same places now;
But I know that she isn't there.
I can hear her voice from time to time
As a dying whisper amongst the trees.
But I can never forget that day;
It festers like disease...
A waking nightmare, so vivid and real
I am lost in the grip of its chilling touch.
You called to me, on that fated morning
Bearing a wound and crutch...
But they came like thunder, these men of steel
They heft their weapons high in the air.
They shrieked and praised their vaunted deity
As they laid her body bare...
At the behest of the robed one, they took her apart.
They chopped her to pieces, and they burned her heart.
And then it was done, like a sprinkling rain.
They left our forest, with a walk of dis
who am I in love with?I watch you cry over herwho am I in love with?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
again and again.
I will never be enough for you.
I know i'm beaten and bruised.
But darling dear have faith in me.
I want to be your world I want to be what you need.
I'm hurting too but that means nothing to you.
All you think about is being in her arms again.
What do I have to do.
Cloaked in shame and filled with pain.
I will never leave you like she.
I will love you forever you will see.
You make me cry my self to sleep at night.
Wishing I could be the person that makes you shine.
I whisper in the dark my fears.
It seems a heartach is gotten from my own
mistake. Words that stick to my throat.
What can I do?
Sad Blue EyesWhen I was little, my mom used to carry me everywhere. She would cradle my pudgy pale body and rock me back and forth, watching me as I cuddled close to her warm body. My mom's eyes were big and blue, but were always terribly sad when they saw me. On the days when her eyes would become so glossy raindrops fell off her face, my mom would roll up my dress sleeve to reveal a delicate bangle resting around my wrist. "Your number suits you sweet like berries " she would coo in my ear, "Palmer and Rodney don't have numbers as sweet as yours." Her voice would weaken and shake whenever I asked what my number was.Sad Blue Eyes2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't understand why it bothered her so much. It was really pretty bangle, with intricate detail work that was designed to look like silver stems. Those stems led to sixteen bronze daisies, where a moonstone was in the center of each one. No one I knew had a bracelet as lovely as mine. My brothers' bracelets were plain and boring-- iron bands with a lot of small gems rand
What is Love?What is Love?:What is Love?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is love but a simple impulse
An electrical signal that comes from the brain.
What is love but a debilitating sickness
It weakens us utterly from the waves of pain.
To what do we owe the pleasure of love
Does it come from a matter of personal taste?
To what do we owe the pain of love
As though all of our efforts are put to waste...
Why do we seek to fall in love
Is it because we fear a death alone?
Or perhaps there is a darker reason
One for which we need to atone...
Rationalise carefully, your reason for love
Perhaps the truth is deeper than you think.
Is your partner a genuine object of affection
Or simply a piece of the missing link?
Love can be a wonderous anchor
It brings us down to the safety of sanity
But abuse it once, and you will suffer
Such is the gift of humanity...
"Yet even with these weighty words, I am still a slave to love..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 25th April 2012
Lovely AnneI once met a girl named AnneLovely Anne2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and what a lovely girl was she.
She sat in corners and talked
and talked when no one listened.
While lovely Anne was so lovely
no one went near lovely Anne
and her never-ending talking.
Lovely Anne with black hair
and dark skin. Never listened
to the voice of society.
Lovely Anne talked of a world
so unlike our own.
No one went near her,
but everyone listened
to the thoughts of a wonderful world.
Lovely Anne lived in a world
where the clocks struck thirteen
where everyone loved
where everyone smiled
and tears were never shed.
The walls and floors
objects and papers
that she talked to day and night
held to her words
and wished for her world.
Poor Lovely Anne had no friends.
But lived in a world that was entirely her own.
Lovely Anne who never left her world
and thought reality was imaginary.
NamelessShe sits silently staring into the mirrorNameless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching the girl on the other side of the glass
A pair of unblinking eyes stare back
Their deep blue color full of joy
She reaches up and unties the ribbon
Letting the wavy brown hair cascade over her shoulders
She lets out a smile
The girl in the mirror replies with a smile of her own
She stares at the girl in the mirror
Taking in her beautiful features
A tear of jealousy falls from her eye
She blinks another away
Her vision blurs as more tears form
And slowly the girl in the mirror becomes more distant
As she wipes away her tears
She looks in the mirror where the nameless girl once sat
The boy that sits there now stares back
Tears rolling down his face
things that occur to meI could stop the car. I could imagine you haven't yet departed. I could call you and ask when you'll be home, and should I just go in, and did you get that laundry done because I can finish it if not. You haven't been gone so long; maybe I wouldn't even notice what was missing.things that occur to me3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I could step inside. I could imagine you haven't yet departed. I could excavate the spare key and ease open the door and breathe the familiar smell of mold, of rotting, beautiful old house. The hallways would be mine to roam; I might be a mischievous child again and pawing through your belongings while you're out grocery shopping.
I could find a bed. I could imagine you haven't yet departed. I could fall into the bed and instantly fall asleep and I could wake up in a parallel universe, the kind where only one thing is different. You'd be there when I wake up; you'd be making breakfast or reading a book but most importantly you'd be there, which is a much better place than where you are in this universe.
Stand aloneA girl stands,Stand alone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alone and weak
As insults rain down
Across her rosy cheeks
Staining once pure skin
Is a knife to her heart.
Just kill yourself
No one would care
Silently she moves
Their taunting words
Haunting her every move
Where are you going?
Oh wait it doesn't matter
No one would love a bitch like you.
When she gets home,
Her mother doesn't ask
How she is
She goes to her room,
Cries more than she ever has before
And wishes for her life to end
As she falls asleep
She prays for some escape
From her personal hell.
Then she awakens the next day
To begin it all over again
Who would ever love a girl like her?
wasting away.is the kind of feeling that leaves you wondering how the hell you're still standing. how it can be possible for your spine to still be straight, when you can feel your stomach doubled over and your throat choking on nothing in particular. its having the heaviest of greys staining every inch of your skin, and dragging yourself through the day, wishing that you never had to leave your cacoon of blankets. its wallowing in self pity, thats deep enough to be a fucking ocean.wasting away.3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
its overusing all your metaphors, of seas and continents and bones that are pearliest of white and realising that you and your life are none of things, and that everything is ugly and boring and all the interesting stuff happens to other people. happiness isn't meant for you. maybe you're only meant to have a little bit, and that you shouldn't be greedy.
but you're sick of having these rivers flowing down your cheeks, that scream defeat. you can feel your heart thudding against your skin so heart its leaving a purple st
Uncommonly BeautifulThe stars are coming out tonight. A million, billion sources of light, stretching into infinity. A million, billion suns, each shining down on their own worlds. The moon is full and uncommonly beautiful. It will wax and it will wane, going from a bold, brilliant source of light nearly as powerful as the sun to the barest wink of silver in the sky, and then disappearing. But it will always return.Uncommonly Beautiful2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tomorrow morning, the sun will rise and paint the sky with color. It will give light and life to the world all day, as it has done for every day past and will do for every day still to come. Even if there are clouds and rain and storming, the sun will always be there, just behind it all, waiting to shine through again.
It will set in the night, going out in another blaze of beauty, and the the cycle will begin agian, and will continue to go on, no matter what happens to each of us, little souls going about our little lives of pain and pleasure on this little blue planet.
No matter what happens
Her EyesLife has problems, I'm sure you knowHer Eyes2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You've struggled with your share
We're not all dealt the same cards
And life doesn't seem to care
You used to say that life was grim
That days were bleak and full of sorrow
Yet since you've come into my life
My strength, I've let you borrow
I didn't think that this would lead
Down the winding garden paths
And yet I find myself amazed
No longer bits and halves
But when I saw those pools of blue
The sapphire, of iris form
All the chill of Autumn left
And my heart began to warm
In those eyes I see a love
Of me, of life, of wonder
And best of all is that this girl
Feels that I cannot blunder
I don't want to write of cliche dreams
Because that would cheapen ours
I promised that I would hold her yet
And I'm counting down the hours
This is not a list of praise for love
Or beauty, though they're parts
This is but mere conversation
Between two likely hearts.