Drowning in WonderlandThe moon floods the world in a pale sea of illusion,Drowning in Wonderland3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while I'm slipping through the cracks, falling further.
I see your face, and it's you I'm reaching for.
With arms outstretched.
Fading to black.
Will you stay in the star-crossed wasteland?
The clocks are flying by, their hands waving goodbye.
The hourglass shedding granular tears of woe.
The void is swirling with chamomile and earl gray streams,
and with cunning eyes the chesire smiles.
You watch the scene in maddening fashion,
We're all mad here, are we not?
Drink me. Eat me.
I am drowning in the sea of Wonderland.
White Rabbit PillWonderland I am swallowing youWhite Rabbit Pill3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blue-white, blue-white, blue-white
Tumbling down my rabbit-hole esophagus into the flooded warren
Where swims the swiftly dissolving key to my stable growth.
Wonderland I am swallowing,
But this will never do.
The words come when I call them, tumbling &
Stumbling over one another to be first
During the appointment, having meant what I meant, or not, as I pleased,
And all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't
Knit my meanings together again
Oh, Wonderland, Wonderland, Wonderland.
Here I come. Again. How dull.
Tea? Sandwiches? Cakes?
I can't v
the natural progression of thingstomorrow i will try to write you a postcard.the natural progression of things1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it will be hard, and i will spend hours trying
to think of a way to compress these last
three years into a single box.
‘Did you see the last Dodgers game, I bet you cried’,
maybe, or ‘Sorry I punched you in the face, I hope
You’re still bruised enough to remember me’.
yesterday, the neighbor asked for sugar
and i filled your old coffee mug to the brim
to give to him and when he tried to give it back
i said, “honey, keep it, no one likes Nickelback anyway.”
i wake up in the middle of the night because
of things like that, you know, wake up with a hand reaching
toward the other side of a too big bed, bridging the distance
like the Colossus. we are both struggling to make ends meet.
after all, most nights i still think i can feel the ghost of your
breath whispering over my wrists: a secret, a promise, a manacle.
i’m listening to your favorite band
at three o’clock in the morni
Break MeBittersweet humanity,Break Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tear me down again,
Brick by brick I'll fall,
Bare me with your cutting words,
Rendering my soul immobile,
Leer at my brokenness,
Leave me to my fate,
Fear now controls my mind,
And it begins with the rising sun.
starvetoday, i don't hate myself enoughstarve2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to deny the hungers for -
a cup of coffee that will treat me like sin dancing to the pulse of my bloodstream
the absence of guilt
cracks in personality
screaming poems silently at my reflection
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. ]
Can I Make This Dissapear? Do I Really Want to?How can I lift the hazeCan I Make This Dissapear? Do I Really Want to?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And let in the light
Despite everything I try
My heart is so unclear
Don't look at me today
I cannot change your mind
When I myself cannot think
And the decision is unmade
I've lost in myself in the dark
Freedom that seems so boundless
Surrounds you like a sunbeam
And I cannot reach you
No matter how hard I push
You pull away from me
Rejection isn't an option
So I will stay away
And hope this will fade
Dissapear in the haze.
carouselwe laughed like children high on m&ms,carousel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
danced like we were carousel horses,
and jump-roped our way through obstacle courses.
I saved our footsteps in mason jars,
in case we ever needed to follow yellow brick roads
to get home.
home was an illusion:
honesty without truth,
apologies without forgiveness,
I kept home sandwiched between
"never" and "have to."
caroline, they'd say. caroline,
stop being such a dreamer. stop taking
us for granted.
I packed every apology possible
into my breath, left runaway plans lingering
in the silence between family.
when I found you dancing in the street,
I listened for merry-go-round music.
I tried to take you with me, I'm sorry.
instead I left you breathless,
left you safe, left without you.
I took our footsteps, just in case I
ever needed a way back home.
sometimes, I wonder if I left you
without a safety net.
HateHate is a strong wordHate1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Used to describe the feeling of torment
As you cry your eyes out into your pillow
Knowing that you can't change anything
The realization that no one will help you
What's done is done there is no going back
Then you know that hate isn't that strong
Hate changes nothing
001. beginnings.Beginnings are vague things. Quite often you can't pin them down to one event you have to trawl back further and further through foggy past, peeling apart what ifs and untangling strands of memories.001. beginnings.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Eventually one has to go all the way back to the start of the universe, and that's a question even the experts have to shrug their shoulders at. It's not like you can plug it into a calculator and come out with a balanced algorithm. At least, not yet.
But it is true that sometimes you can fasten down an occurrence or a moment or even just a single breath, like sticking a thumbtack through a dead butterfly, and label it as a 'beginning' in your mind. Identifying that one moment makes us feel secure, like maybe it was destined to happen instead of just being a random sequence of events that fed off each other and tripped over each other and eventually fell like dominoes to the unlikely conclusion.
Cvusscha Mistbane has pinned down a moment. Of course she knows that there are plenty of
A Wonderful DiscoveryBroken rubble littering the floor,A Wonderful Discovery3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shadows slither and dance,
Following the broken path,
A trail of soot leads the way,
Abandoned and forgotten,
There lies a world of serenity,
Sweeping away the dust and gravel,discovering,
Small and fragile, but very much there,
A flower beginging to bloom.
Slave to the Dogs...^ Slave to the Dogs ^Slave to the Dogs...8 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
Ill lie here alone...
In cold desperation
While they claw towards my bones.
Unstable and sickly deformed
Though dismantled and starving
Youll 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
GarnetShe was the stained glass windowGarnet2 years 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
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.
Shards of MeShards of Me:Shards of Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My weeping sorrows
Like shards of a lonely heart
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd April 2012
moonhe reads to her, tells her what it was like to be a sailor of the seas on the moon. "don't stop talking," she tells him, dozing off, imagining the seas of zephyr.moon3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
spyglass on the moon a million miles away, the ether shatters by a little girl on her toes, standing on her mattress, clinging to her window above. stain glass eyes in the wake of moon and she breathes as the sea slamming onto the pane, receding and reaching; clouding and clearing. her breaths reach the moon and the moon reaches back with her hands pressed to the girl's eyes.
"one day," she tells the moon, the boy still at her bedside, "you and i will be together."
eight things that hurt more than a broken boneone,eight things that hurt more than a broken bone2 years 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,
(my lack of it.)
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.
i cannot remember the last time i did.
knotted hair pulled out at the roots.
nail polish remover spilled into wounds.
lips chapped red.
burned at the stake
dying on a scaffold,
unable to speak.
numbers on the scale,
tick-tack-toe on my wrist.
every blistering insecurity
that sends me spiraling.
A Product Label.Love. (Requited Edition)A Product Label.2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Apply thoroughly all over body
Avoiding contact with delicate eye area
Repeat on a regular basis
For best results:
Use in conjunction with other products.
Keep stored in a cool place
Keep out of reach of children
Do not use if seal is broken or missing
Do not swallow
For external use only.
If irritation occurs, discontinue use-
Rinse eyes immediately with water
If symptoms persist
Seek medical advice or see your doctor
Handle contents with care.
this is how to dance for a crowdstop wishing on stars.this is how to dance for a crowd2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
instead, wish on razor blades
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.
four is too many in a family,
so we have become three.
or two sisters. or one girl.
or four distant planets
revolving around a home.
this is how to dance for a crowd.
and yet i cannot write of youi am attracted to the broken,and yet i cannot write of you2 years 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
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 like the skin ribs show through
never saw anxious fingers plastered against them,
forget the smell of blood, rubbing alcohol
wounds, confessions i have not been able to speak.
Darkness Becomes MeLove me or love me not,Darkness Becomes Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been consumed by the darkness I 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.
Chick-fil-AI rode past your store.Chick-fil-A3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hungry and Bored
I was debating on stopping-by
My God those lines...
I still pulled into your lot
Found a spot in line.
Chicken and soda.
Extra waffle fries.
Damn the thought of it
Brought a tear to my eye,
The taste is just so divine.
Then I checked my facebook
As I waited for food.
An article on the Huffington Post,
Informed me that this line consisted of mostly homophobes.
5 million dollars donated to Gay-hate groups.
So I went next door
To get some Taco Bell.
No hate tacos
Sounded just as good.
Gourmet Novel RecipeRecipe for Writing a NovelGourmet Novel Recipe2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Serves: 1. If you’re J K Rowling, billions.
- 1 Tin standard cat food
- 1 Laptop/Computer
- 250g cat biscuits
- 5 Pens, various colours.
- 1 stuffed cat toy with bell
- 1 pouch slightly fussier cat food
- 1 sachet gourmet cat food
- 1 bottle of wine, red or white
- 1 Wine glass (Large)
- 1 300g Tin of tuna
Cooking time: 2-5 years
(Preparation time approximately 10-60 minutes depending on condition of desk and computer speed)
1. Clear space on desk. If you do not have respective space for junk, throw on floor. Place paper and pens in clear space.
2. Turn on computer and allow 10 minutes for slow loading time. Add 2-3 sighs as windows update informs to restart computer. Restart computer and allow a further 10 minutes.
3. Once computer is ready, open up new document.
1. Begin with your plot. Open internet to several pages, use pens and paper to mix r
for onceColdfor once5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the cavern where crimson vellum once resided
Drenched in reticence,
your empty blue eyes do nothing
but freeze the blood in these veins
surrounded by phantoms,
i lie in the dark next to your fading silhouette
between sheets that hold so many memories,
they are empty,
like the chestnut eyes that bore into yours
And as the rain falls harder
as it falls faster
washing down the streets
through deep alleys,
down endless roads,
i pray it takes me with
Take Me AwayTake me back, back in time,Take Me Away2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A time and place I once called mine,
Where the air was clean and I was free,
And the friends I had surrounded me,
Take me to the place from so long ago,
A place in my heart thats no longer whole,
Where a single word wouldn't break me down,
And I could always stand my own ground,
Take me away from this place that I am at,
A place where I'm not always up to bat,
Where I can rebuild myself and my values,
And I no longer walk this lonely avenue,
Take me far away from my home,
A place where I will no longer feel alone,
Where my simple heart will fill full and free,
And I will can just be me.