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Fragment 1She was one of those poemsFragment 12 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I was one of those writers.
I.
Her religion is hers alone,
but she shares it with heaven.
A gust rushes up to her
from the grave face and
bathes her in some divinity
that looks like saturated
starlight. Heaven died
in 2005, but she still reads
to her on the anniversary
of her last journey home.
She has been to too many funerals
and not enough birthdays;
her eyes are huddled
and wary of people now,
maybe not of people,
but of how quickly they go away
and don’t return.
She wore black too many times,
and things like that just
sort of stick.
That’s the nice thing about
loving heaven though:
to be noti am combat boots. i am wishes on supernovas. i am washing away the year's dust, i am washing away the year's hurt. i am not paper-cuts, i am not ink stains, i am not words hidden in the moment before pen touches paper. i am the absence of regret, or guilt, or grief. i am never grief. i am never tears. i am never hysterical breakdown.to be not3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am always hysterical breakdown clawing. i am never broken bones. i am never splinters. i am always accident: it was an accident i am an accident i don't know how that accident happened. i am always cold. i am never done writing about how cold it is. how it feels like i have ice for bone, i will melt in the wa
EpitaphHer feet became so heavy that she left imprintsEpitaph2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the cement sidewalk in her neighborhood.
They dragged, they screamed and they refused.
She left her feet on the outskirts of the field
between her school and home. Huge, awkward
mounds of flesh. She left her disgrace; she left it
there and ran home. She wished she could fly,
take off from the ground into the air,
detached and free. She left herself out there,
but the rest was waiting at home.
Her heart became rotten with sickly insight
and it leaked between her fingertips, dripping
onto the carpet as she rushed it to her room.
It looked wilted in her palm. She hid
it under her floor
GarnetShe was the stained glass windowGarnet3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I arranged in shards from broken
glass I found scattered within the walls
of the town’s vacant church.
It started dying the day I started living,
and for that we were allied, the church
and I.
She rose from the floorboards,
looked on past the pews; her colors
were not that of paint, but of blood.
My hands were shaking, dripping
and splattering at her feet.
Her skin was transparent. Her soul
was jagged and dangerous.
I was the stained glass window
left over in the hollowness of the
abandoned structure. Beautifully
garnet, wine red and cracked.
coffee fueledcoffee induced jitters -coffee fueled2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
boom-boom-boom pulse
- keep the sleep at bay.
exhaustion that claims all conscious thought,
disconnect
from the living,
robot, go forth and operate.
mechanical responses to stimuli,
devoid of emotions, a caffeinated mess. spill
hot, spill elbow grease.
no life is greater than the ability to function.
This Poem Is Not For YouOrwell never returns my calls.This Poem Is Not For You1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think he owes me that much at least
and when he stood me up in Berkshire,
the groundskeeper told me he’s been
dead for years, but I’m sure he paid
him off. The grave face had no face,
and spoke no words of his actual own.
He was tattooed.
“Eric Blair”
was not a man but a low doorway,
one of too much metal and stone.
My Alice hands couldn’t manage
the doorknob, so I slipped my letter
under the crack. The groundskeeper
read it after I left I saw; it probably
just sounded like madness to him.
Nonsense poetry is the language
I am most articulate in. George
would understand I&rsquo
The Suicide SummitThere is a dead energy,The Suicide Summit1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
a fog over the shore
when the loom of the light
house was more from me
than any dead object;
and that dead object,
and the summit
where the sun was born
and the ocean where
no one was born.
I rush into the muse
– a water star,
seraph reincarnation.
The Lighthouse
and I were lovers
before he fell in love
with the language,
and I too star infused,
we were both
too similar to be anything
extraordinary.
There is a dead energy,
a sigh of the once love,
or regard let die;
and that regard
was between the ocean
and I. I want more
of the salt.
I want more of nothing,
the Light
house crumbles.
Not
The Queen of Popular Pride It was a feeling I couldn't resist; him drumming his fingers in the crevice between my shoulder blades. He was using a single hand to massage my shoulders, and it felt wonderful, but when he brought both hands into the mix, I melted. He was squeezing and massaging my shoulders, it was all a girl like me could ask for. He took his massage a step forward, and though what he did was odd, it felt amazing to me. He had brought his hands up to my scalp, and was rubbing his precious hands on my head. It was a most pleasant sensation, and I closed my eyes and pressed my head into his head, as if my participation would make it feel even more gThe Queen of Popular Pride3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Slave to the Dogs...^ Slave to the Dogs ^Slave to the Dogs...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perverted and twisted
They gnaw on my soul
My body depleting
My heart growing cold
Broken and naked
I’ll lie here alone...
In cold desperation
While they claw towards my bones.
Unstable and sickly deformed
Though dismantled and starving
You’ll still claim me as your own.
Slave to the appetites of men
Servant to the throne
A trophy that was not earned
But still sold…
and yet i cannot write of youi am attracted to the broken,and yet i cannot write of you2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the lonely, the nutcracker before he was made prince.
i am false in a way that shames me:
burning through daydreams instead
of looking for their existence,
lately i have neglected the self-induced
hallucinations i am prone to.
you are gorgeous in your honesty.
please do not love me,
i am afraid i will break you.
do not question the poems,
they are the only things tying me
to mortality; the only things i will give
away easily.
i guard my secrets the way misers keep
useless pennies tucked between their eyelids,
savings for the day i stop giving out poetry
as if i could hand out my burdens,
and walk away lik
starvetoday, i don't hate myself enoughstarve3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to deny the hungers for -
distractions
a cup of coffee that will treat me like sin dancing to the pulse of my bloodstream
food
the absence of guilt
cracks in personality
screaming poems silently at my reflection
silence
today, i will gorge
on the things i vowed to give up.
today, i will break vows.
today, i am a glutton
for relapse and binge cycles,
for starvation and changing reflections.
tomorrow, i will wish
i could be the skeleton that
hangs in my closet.
[ leave the tears where they lie,
take the fallen stars and ripped up wings,
do not regret spinning circles
around vices. ]
gravity's holdsuicide is selfish,gravity's hold4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and rightfully so.
when your mind bends back upon itself
with pressure enough to burst open the
floorboards of your stomach,
something has to give.
and though i refuse to jump from
ships before they’ve even set sail,
i know, before happiness unfurls itself,
before recovery is washed out by the tide,
when you are anchored in self-doubt,
leaps of faith feel less like jumping,
more like walking into thin air,
just to make sure gravity still has a hold on you.
sometimes, risks are the only way
to untie yourself
from this pier holding you steady.
sometimes i am greedy,
gasping for answers that slip from my hold
the
eight things that hurt more than a broken boneone,eight things that hurt more than a broken bone4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have never had broken bones,
but i imagine it would snap,
splinter, pierce my skin.
i imagine it would be
the pieces i cannot put back together
scratching their way out of
this body bag.
i imagine my demons would
not rest until my arms are torn
by the claws of my inside.
i'd imagine broken bones
would not hurt as much
as broken confidence,
conviction, trust.
two,
her faith.
(my lack of it.)
three,
fluctuating positions in life.
the backbone of a dreamer
who finds nightmares her companion,
the fingertips of a mother,
pressed against feverish foreheads.
the lips of a teenage girl,
forgetting what truth sounds like.
four,
bones h
this is how to dance for a crowdstop wishing on stars.this is how to dance for a crowd3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
instead, wish on razor blades
and accidents.
learn to stop tears before they begin.
i have not given myself
time to grieve.
words will not be enough
to soothe your aches;
poetry will cause my recovery,
and every night after, when
i lose my secrets to a family
formed of ink-splattered mouths.
i cannot play games with emotions
when someone else's heart is on the line.
i hanged my own a long time ago.
weight loss is not a badge of honor.
the adults in my life have not
been responsible enough to keep
coloring within the lines;
they are canvases i don't dare throw
out, but cannot bear to look at.
boys are stupid.
A modern Pocahontas tale:Chapter 7A modern Pocahontas tale:Chapter 71 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
From Pocahontas's journal-
Dear diary,
I'm sorry that I've not written anything for last one month. Actually so many things happened in a short time that I hardly got any time. But tonight I got some time to meet you. I'm confused, too confused. So I really need some time to think. Will you hear me dear diary?
Then from where I should start? Let me think. Alright let's start from the day I met John Rolfe in the Blue Bird Restaurant.
I could still remember the paper Rolfe left for me. And I never expected that. John betrayed me! How could he? I told me he was trying to save my company from the conspiracy. I believed him. I really believed
Love Conquers- Ch. 9Love Conquers- Ch. 91 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A few days past, and soon Charity was back at the theatre; this time, she was with her mother and sister. Father and Uncle Raoul were overseeing the building crew, and of course, Mother could not see staying put at the hotel all day. "After all, we could walk about the boardwalk if we get bored." she pointed out.
But Charity could care less if they walked the boardwalk or not. All she really wanted to do was stay put and watch James work. She sat on the stage as he worked above on the catwalk, kicking her legs out and smoothing her skirts over them all prim and properly. Every so often, he'd look down at her, and smile sweetly; making her fl
Lost In My DreamsUnce upon a time I had a world of my own,Lost In My Dreams3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To escape reality, to escape my home,
I'd day dream to venture off,
I'd be back before dawn,
And even when slept ,
It was that planet I was on,
I'm not sure what happened,
Or why my dreams are gone,
Maybe growing up is tough,
And my hopes have are done,
Then I stop and take a breath,
Now I can finally see,
Dreaming wont always get your far,
This depends on reality,
You have to fight to get your dreams,
Be careful to hold reality close,
Don't get lost or its your demise,
So while you still have a chance,
Wake up and try and try,
Wake up from those dreams,
It's ok to have a goal,
But don't forget your r
I'm Still StandingDo you see me,I'm Still Standing3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where I stand,
Hollow hearted,
No longer grand,
Time has passed,
And wore me down,
Yet here I am,
Still tall and proud,
Not long ago,
As people passed by,
They stopped and stared,
I wondered why,
My beauty dimmed,
The doors were locked,
My paint chiped,
And noone stopped,
Life goes on all around,
I watch humbly over this town,
I will continue to stand,
I won't crumble down.
Darkness Becomes MeLove me or love me not,Darkness Becomes Me4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been consumed by darkness once fought,
No longer does the old me stand,
The new me's arrived isn't it grand,
The sad old days and the time with you,
Made me want to become someone new,
To escape the pain no matter the cost,
Now I've found my soul is lost,
Do not try to change me back,
The key to the spell is what you lack,
An ingredient oh so strong,
Something of which I used to long,
So once again I'll tell you this,
You chose then, so me you'll miss,
The old me, the girl of light,
Dissapeared that cold winters night.
Sing Me To SleepSing me the lullaby,Sing Me To Sleep6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A song I know all too well,
Your weary voice echoing,
A haunting melody,
Still I listen,
As my heart breaks quietly,
While each note escapes your lips,
And my worries dissapear,
I never thought youd sing to me,
Although I love the sound,
You sing proudly without shame,
I rest my head upon you lap,
And seek comfort in my dreams,
But when I wake you are gone,
A revelation all to real,
A dream that seemed to very true,
That gave my heart up for you to steal.....
You Chose The Path You Now Walk OnYou chose the path,You Chose The Path You Now Walk On6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A road unknown,
One day you'll see,
You chose it wrong,
You took the knife,
And stabbed too hard,
You cut the memories,
And ended those times,
So much for friends,
This is goodbye,
For you have left,
And I won't cry,
I'll miss your smile,
Of this I'm sure,
Every once in a while,
I'm sure it'll hurt,
But life goes on,
This I know,
And I also know,
You chose to go.
What Do You DoCould I pour out my heart,What Do You Do6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or would you not listen,
As I make my words into art,
Or ignore me as my tears glisten,
Could I paint you a picture,
Full of colors so bright,
That you might consider,
And let your heart take flight,
Could I write you a story,
Full of a love so sweet,
To ease all your worry,
And make your heart skip a beat,
What could I do to make you see,
How should I describe this feeling,
How do I show you that I'm only me,
Why do I prevent my heart from healing?
Take Me As I AmTake my heart,Take Me As I Am7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's forever yours,
I don't need mushy words,
The word love means nothing,
When it is so loosely used,
And mistreated by so many,
Forgive my rashness,
I know I'm too blunt,
But take me as I am,
Tears, scars, and all,
Take all those feelings,
And piece together my fragil soul,
I will be your pillar,
My strength is yours,
And wherever you are,
I will be able to call home.
Come Back To MeI love you,Come Back To Me7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are so special to me,
I hope that one day you'll see,
I'm standing here,
Admiring you from afar,
Please understand,
I know love is hard,
And im willing to compromise,
For this wonderous thing,
No matter what i wont cry,
Over this horrid love,
You broke my heart again,
No release,no friendship,no heart,
I'm left behind,
No matter how mean you try to be,
I will always see the best in you,
You have eyes that shine so bright,
You are beautiful,
I love your smile,
Its so lovely,
Please tell me why,
Why do you have to leave,
I don't understand this broken feeling,
Or why you say goodbye,
Please say those 3 wo
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