InvocationSpeak through me, Muse, and sing me the tale
Of that girl unskilled in the ways of the world--
The intrepid wanderer,
Seeking truth for years on end,
Oblivious to the dynamics around her
As others talk with their eyes and dance with their words.
Many the nights she's lain awake,
Living the hurts of her friends, powerless to help.
Trying to save the world
When she can't even save herself.
She wrote dark storms of words
And ascertained the deceptive nature of journals.
She lied to others and she lied to herself.
She learned that sharp words leave scars,
Struggling each day to open her eyes
And walk toward the light;
Yet despite her best intentions, sometimes she strayed:
But hands were there to guide her back to the path,
And hearts were there to share her pain.
Growing and changing and coming to see
That she didn't have to understand humanity to be human--
She doesn't have to earn love to be loved,
And angels can hide in the oddest of places.
Of these trials and tribulatio
Safeshe tells me that they stole her wordsSafe8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
marked them in red and wrung them out dry
leaving her shockingly [bare]
so she took up her -sharpest- pen
and she c a r v e d out her words
[close to her heart they'll be safe]
Mimicrymildewed [ghosts]Mimicry4 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
haunt the c.r.a.c.k.s in the w do not
l their voices
Wake-up callwhen you're drowning in an ocean of sad thoughts,Wake-up call2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you don't trip out onto the beach:
sooner or later, the waves will sweep you off your feet
and you will be unprepared
when the waters close over your head.
instead, you take a deep breath
and say your prayers
and you dive in.
the quickest way to learn to swim
is to have no other choice.
Lucidall this time she's seemed so nearLucid9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
her angel face you hold so dear
she'll find you in that darkest time
her eyes will speak sans reason, rhyme
in time you will remember things
of birds and bones and broken wings
of deadly secrets, shattered dreams
things left unsaid and silent screams
with open heart and open mind
stand in the rain and you will find
that healing lies in these things true
and to remember changes you
MasqueradeI don't understand humans.Masquerade3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Through meticulous observation and careful analysis, I have become proficient in appropriate exhibition of and reaction to socially-accepted behavior, but that's exactly what it is: mimicry. It doesn't come naturally to me. Despite extensive synthesis of the information I have gleaned, my fabricated understanding still has some gaps.
That's why intimacy scares me: I find it incomprehensible. It doesn't follow the preexisting rules set by other social statutes. There doesn't seem to be a pattern of behavior at all upon which I can rely in order to anticipate the outcome of situations in which I may find myself. And if I don't understand something at least to some extent, I cannot present a convincing imitation, and that marks me as an outlier.
I'm tired of being an outlier. I want to be part of something I can't comprehend as a whole, something everyone else seems to understand instinctively.
I want to be <
BipolarYour gentle gaze like razor bladesBipolar11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Both cut me to the core
The shadows hide the lines you've crossed
Yet still I'm craving more
You're never who you seem to be
I don't know who you are
One moment you're the one I know
The next so very far
This dream in which we used to live
Uncertain now and bleak
Breathtaking as the cloudbreak is
Still havoc storms do wreak
My wild nightmare never ends
I cannot seem to wake
I'm desperate to find escape
Before I finally break
It's not you it's me I say
As hollow as it rings
No longer can I weather this
High time to test my wings
The words fall like an icy rain
Chilling, sharp, but true
Yet though I try to end it here
I'm still falling for you
Losing steamI am fifteenLosing steam1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but my body and
are not mine.
I have scars on my arms
and memories of dark beauty--
bitter beads of blood
slide the knife
unzip my skin
and step outside--
who would I be
and how would I look?
perhaps I'm hollow?
underneath all this--
I'm not actually real?
maybe I was never here
just a dream
or was it a nightmare?
everybody wants me to
act my age
but I'm fifteen
so God only knows what that means.
not a child
not so innocent
not an adult
still too young.
I have to learn to talk to adults
and make phone calls to strangers
and manage my money
and drive a car.
I have to take care of the twins
teach them and protect them
and still be their friend.
I have to grow up soon
but i don't know if I'm ready...
Chainedi see it in your eyes i see the fading of the lightChained11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i see it in your stance i see you're giving up the fight
it's not the end so don't you dare consider giving in
keep your chin up let it show this time they will not win
they cannot keep you down can't see that you're too strong to bend
they say that you are breaking but i say that wounds will mend
love can heal a broken heart and faith can form a shield
against the sharp and cutting words of those who'd see you yield
for they are wrong and we are strong enough to find the light
don't fear the darkness closing in i'll see you through this night
don't be afraid to come to me if you need help to stand
proud and strong you'll prove them wrong i offer you my hand
i will be there for you always have been always will
though they may say that no one loves you i will stay with you until
the end of time please listen close you mean the world to me
i cannot stand to see you chained please let me set you free
Confessioni crave your touch.Confession9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
[i still do, after all this time.]
i crave your fingers on my mouth,
your mouth whispering in my ear,
your ear pressed to my heart.
i crave the weight of you, reassuringly corporeal.
i drift away without you anchoring me.
you take my heart, when you leave,
and leave in its place an
ControlControl is everything. Self-control, that is. Control how you act, what you say, what goes into your body, and maybe — just maybe — you'll be able to control you are. Power is addictive; my drug of choice, but it comes at a cost. You see, what you don't learn until it's too late? Sooner or later, the need for control — controls you.Control10 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Generally, I’m a good kid. I pay attention in school, earning the high grades that decorate my report cards. I may not be especially popular, but I certainly have friends. I usually do as I’m told, don’t flagrantly disobey rules, and I try hard to please people. I retrace my steps in my mind, searching for the slip — the fall — that landed me here, on this cool, clammy table, wearing not much more than a requisite thin gown.
A crisp knock on the heavy wooden door to the exam room startles me, bringing my attention back to my predicament at hand. After
Disengage[in some vague fashion]Disengage8 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
she was aware of the i m p e n d i n g blow
but time seemed irrelevant [at the moment]:
struck by a strange--elegance?--
as his palm descended [with all the grace
of a tree felled by lightning];
the m.e.a.s.u.r.e.d, deliberate fall,
almost majestic in its resignation--
c u l m i n a t i n g with
a CRACK of thunder and
a bolt of pain.
Circular reasoningthis is not me.Circular reasoning8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is not me
so i am not here.
i am not here
so this isn't happening.
this isn't happening
so it can't be r e a l.
In Piecesrum-lust lips make gentle friends,In Pieces5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
words slurred in hands blurred,
burning in between the lines to find
drunken concoction of wilted laughs
and heavy sighs, scented sultry
you are that
rasping in my throat when my voice
deteriorates and I am left breathless
and hopeless and raw, my
muscles ache in memory of the
motions to forget-
we do not let go.
and cold beds call, stability,
metal frames and sunken heads –
rest now, rest with
a prayer on your lips you don't
care to share, a dream in
your mind you'll never get back;
rest and the earth will lend you peace
you will stop. the rivers will cle
The Art of Detachmentdehumanized:The Art of Detachment5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a stirring in the breath
of an unswept sky, an itch
in the throat, a tear in
the lining of the sleeve you
keep fingering- like reminiscence
will repair loose strands
(I woke up this morning
in a new carcass, trapped,
by fleshed out flaws and
dismal dreams and the
hush hush thrum ,steady,
[pulsations are riddled with
intent] of my veins)
I am the dents in the floorboard
where boxes of I-can-never-forgets
lay, I am the aching cold of walls
untouched, I am the callouses
of your fingers forgetting
how to work.
(my voice will melt the icecaps,
it will draw all salt from
the ocean and carve a careful
Loneliness:a limbless spider entangled inLoneliness:2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
its own web,
writhing and awaiting to
only to be devoured by the fly.
spring 2011:idiot:disgusting:fat:dumb:imbecile:weak:child:bitch:freak:spring 20113 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
1:30a.m. breathe.in.breathe.out. quietquietscratchypencilpaper [close your eyes]
don'tthinkaboutschooltomorrowtodayfivehours breathe.in &breathe.out.
strong strong strong strong strong strong strong strong strong strong
i will not be the person she told me i was not weak stronger than you
[just stay strong] have faith magic.words say them enough.times and i can fly
that's right hidefromthevoices can't tell me it's not true
blood on my sleeve talking to yourselfmyselfsomeonenotquitehere [am i crazy?]
1 altoid + 1 stick sugarfree gum = 3 + 5 = 8 good girl good girl
good grief OCDmuch? no wonder theycantell? hate you
get out of here now
Candori am not the person you thinkCandor3 months ago in Letters More Like This
and you will realize that all too soon.
i am not what people have built me up to be
and i am destroying myself in trying to measure up.
i am not interesting.
if i were a puzzle, all of my pieces
would be careworn with age and wear
colors dull and muted--
a picture prosaically familiar;
there is nothing pretty to look at here.
i am not beautiful. i am not the kind of person
that they write about,
stories and poems that make you cry.
i am not strange enough to be special,
but i am not normal enough to fit in.
i am not fragile enough to engender support,
but i am not strong enough to help myself
let alone those who are foolish enough to rely on me.
i am not a delicate collectible
that people wish to adopt
and call my problems their own.
i am a dusty cliché
that has seen better days.
let me be clear:
i am none of these things.
i am not.
Her name was AmyHair the colour of rust and bones that fell apartHer name was Amy4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
We’d eat rocky road ice cream bars
You perched on broken handle bars
And I would press down on the brakes
We were scabs and lacerations
Knobbly knees and smoke filled curls
I remember when you stole your father’s gin
And climbed out of your window
Throwing bed sheets tied like cherry knots
You were the one who taught me how to do that, you know
Brass heart palpitations from running down to the river
After stealing apples
From old wrinkled trees with knotted arthritic branches
Your cheeks were dusted with freckles in the summer
And your eyes changed from green to grey
Catch me if you canI’m the anorexic at the local gym whom everybody watches but nobody looks at.Catch me if you can8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I’m the bulimic at school whom everybody pretends not to know about.
I’m the girl in your gym class with too many scars to be telling the truth.
I’m the kid with her head down in the library who is always “fine.”
I’m the boy who 'fell down the stairs'...again.
I’m the child who doesn't show up for school lunch because it's too expensive.
I’m the teenager living a double life in front of your very eyes.
Catch me if you can.
Living a Lie.Living a Lie.Living a Lie.5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You say things you don't mean when you're angry.
You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.
When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.
You say I should know better than to believe it.
As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.
I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.
You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.
That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.
But I know promises only comfort fools,
Who readily allow others to pull the wool
Over our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.
Can it be a mistake if it happens more than tw
CathieSalt-and-pepper hair contrasts sharply with the crisp, starched pillow;Cathie6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
bone-thin arms resemble bed rails--
tears in my arms, the morphine drip in your vein.
My inner rage refutes your calm acceptance.
You ask if we are waiting for you to die: no.
We are waiting for a miracle,
we are waiting for you to heal--
We are waiting for something that will not happen.
We are stretching for something that is out of reach.
We are holding onto our obsolete hopes, the small fragments of our lives
so closely, we cannot see the bigger picture
In a paradox, God is calling you clearly,
but we can't seem to hear His voice--
only the silence ringing in our ears
as the monitor stops
your breathing ceases
your face un-creases--
and, for the first time in years,
you run Home.
FallingI was falling. I don't know why I was falling, or where I was going. Maybe I was falling in love, or out of it. I could be falling into depression for all I know.Falling10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I just know that I was falling and it was amazing.
But everything we fall into has a bottom, and we hit it eventually.
When I hit the bottom of my pit, my body hurt, my soul shook, and my heart shattered.
The impact sent my spiraling back into reality, where everything was numb and yet everything hurt.