Stitching Wounds with Stringent FeelingsYou breathe me in with desperate, shriveled lungs--Stitching Wounds with Stringent Feelings3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
for I am a sordid necessity.
My words are like a salve for judgments hung
so selfishly upon your blatant needs.
And maybe you're a martyr in your eyes--
surprise, I see you lynched by your own thoughts.
Self pity and resentment are a guise
to hide the nothingness that starts to rot
your blackened insides. Take me into you,
feel whole from my magnetic pull towards those
robotic dialogues you think so true.
Just take me in, only the Lord could know
reflections meet you with a deadened stare.
You distant angels never really care.
Nightmares of RealityNightmares of Reality3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A girl rested on the bed, rain streaming down the windows of her face, her cheeks melting into blobs of fat in the outpour.
Sleepiness takes advantage of the chance to kneel beside her and outstretch her hand in a tempting offer to take her away. For a moment, there was such an immense struggle in the girl to push it away; she knew it was a lie. But then, she looks into its eyes and she thinks she’s seen those eyes before.
When she had looked down into the black abyss eyes of her grandmother, who was surrounded with white chrysanthemums. When a homeless cat slinking in the rain stared at her from afar. On the people who’ve lost their dream.
It’s inevitable, isn’t it. She thinks it as more like a fact and wraps her quivering hands around the cold, cold hands.
The seduction of sleepiness brushes her eyelids close and kisses her to oblivion.
She opens her eyes, unsure at first whether she had opened them at all. The world around her was stuck in a
the ten word break-up.I only wish I had the heartthe ten word break-up.1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
to break yours.
Mother knew the ocean amassed every tear ever shedMother always told me that the most important lessons in life come accompanied by saltwater.Mother knew the ocean amassed every tear ever shed3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I always thought she was carrying a soul too spent and too sullen.
I didn't know how right she was till sometime back, at seventeen.
For it was at seventeen that I was to try through a time where paltry tears- saltwater, was all I could taste, as my world was ripped right out of my ribs, and I experienced my first heartbreak.
I was years too young to search for starfish by the shore, to wish myself an old wives tale cure, all for a classic summer sickness. His sea-foam eyes had plighted me and blighted me. He allowed my knees and ankles to burn in rock salt kisses and promises. I allowed him to sear through my wounds, past and present.
In the end, I almost lost myself to his vastness, and almost drowned in the strength of his currents.
He was far too momentous and I, too infinitesimal.
Summer ended a short-lived romance but romance it was nonetheless. Rock salt senses will always string dé
The Last DanceI am a glint in your eyeThe Last Dance5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
from the light we briefly shared,
I am a dance in the dark,
when I told you I cared.
I am a snippet of time,
caught in perpetual whirling,
I am something held close,
in hidden dreams unfurling.
I am a butterfly touch lingering
in the small of your back,
I am a crease, a fold still there,
in the dress you wore of black.
I am a whisper, lost in music
brushing past your ear
I am soft words with meaning,
but the sound no longer clear.
I am a listening presence
still listening then and now,
I am ever by your side,
if you can but this allow.
I am a name on a plaque,
in a garden of remembrance,
I am tethered to a memory,
of when we had our first dance.
I am not there in your future
I am only in your past,
For when we had our first dance,
that first dance was our last.
DistortionDistortion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I squint my eyes,
And I see into the past.
Things become fuzzy,
People lose their faces,
And everything seems
Just a little darker,
A little more distant.
Then I open my eyes,
And my memory ends.
I squint at myself in
the mirror, and I dont
know who Im looking at.
I cant see his face,
But his shoulders have
Tightened up, and his
Head has sunk down.
He has no wrinkles,
He has no features at all,
And the only way
I know its my reflection
Is that this man
Squints back at me.
PYROMANIADream practitionerPYROMANIA5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Myriads the hour,
in the mirror glass
Loose threadswithin the thin threads of a soulLoose threads4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've found the tangles of a strong love
and death's cloak
Only HumanHypocrite, selfishOnly Human3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Judgemental and pain
These words are similes
With your name
Greed and envy
Jealousy and a liar
Dancing on hot coals
And questioning the fire
Not even considering
The people in the picture
Forgetting what the purpose is
Ignoring the scripture
Preaching on poverty
Then blowing off your money
Yelling at the racist
But thinking t's funny
Crying at the people
To stop judging and assumin'
But we always fall again
We who are only human
Getting OldI have messages in bottlesGetting Old3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
written in blood,
and words in my head
that cause tears to flood.
I have scarred knuckles
and shattered glass,
I have no reflection
or smiles that last.
I have no heart
which I'm willing to give.
I have no life,
which I'm willing to live.
What can I say,
to make you understand?
Don't grow up, dear,
nothing goes as planned.
You break and shatter,
and forget the starry night.
You cry and turn bitter,
turning away from the light.
You're so young right now,
and ask why I'm so cold.
Just remember, love,
this happens when you grow old.
echos of sanctuaryechos of sanctuary;echos of sanctuary8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
if you listen,
you can hear them sing
melodic like water flow
flitting across your senses
to land on the tip of your tongue
and taste like honeydew
given up on the heart's battlefield
now fast asleep in a well deserved slumber
waiting for the new life to return
from their battle of angels and fire
REDIn red markerRED3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Love is scrolled across your wrist
Today you exclaim how you will do anything you can to
Today I stand atop the edge of a chair recalling your words...
You have nothing to loose
No one will miss you...
I pull my face through the noose, it scrapes my face and passes
Salty tears drench my scratches, replicating the pain I've felt my whole life
With the swift jab of my foot the chair falls
I only feel the tug at my throat for a quick moment, then
Just yesterday you carved
on my soul
Today you wrote love on your arms
The Things We Give AwayDrake couldn't keep still.The Things We Give Away3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The restlessness, the agitation, the anxietywhen it got to be unbearable he would pace across the creaking floorboards of the basement and moan in anguish.
I listened to the rapid pattering of his bare feet below me and wished he would go to sleep. It scared me, his psychosis. There were times when I was tempted to up the dosage of his meds, but I never did; his doctor had specifically said no more drugs. His body couldn't take it.
A banging noise resonated from downstairs and I jumped. Then sighed. This was getting ridiculous. I needed to talk to him. I needed to calm him down. I forced myself out of bed and groggily meandered down to the dimly-lit basement where, for some reason, Drake felt safe. My bones creaked almost as much as the stairs did as I descended them. I was horribly sleep-deprived. I'd been staying up all hours of the night for the past couple of weeks and it had taken its toll on me. His doctor suggested having him committed, but I cou
A Failed FairytaleI'm going to tell you a story,A Failed Fairytale3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A story of a fairy tale gone wrong,
Of broken hearts and shattered dreams,
Of pain that flows into words.
If you are looking for a happy ending,
Turn away now.
If you are searching for an escape from reality,
You will not find it here.
This is the story of a girl.
A young girl,
With an open mind,
Willing to accept anyone into her heart.
Her heart wasn't pure,
She had a dangerous past,
But her eyes looked to the future.
Before she closed her eyes,
She would look up at the sky,
And search for a miracle.
She needed help,
She needed some one to reach down and help her back up,
From where she had fallen on the ground.
She had held strong.
She couldn't walk,
But she could crawl.
She crawled as far as she could in life,
But she needed someone.
Then one cold May night,
Out of the darkness,
Came a shooting star.
Lighting up the sky.
She whispered out her wish,
The thing she dared to dream of,
Her wish upon a star,
Mythological nonsenseUp, up, up, and away we goMythological nonsense3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where we're going, I don't know
The turtle runs fast and the hare runs slow
So up, up, up, and away I go
Up, up, up and away we go
The earth is above and the sky is below
Son, don't fly near the sun's warm glow
Or down, down, down to the sea you'll go
Up, up, up and away we fly
Over the sea and into the sky
You can't catch me even though you try
Up, up, up and away I fly
Up, up, up and away we go
The sun shines high and the moon shines low
Hades and Persephone dance below
Down, down, down, and deep they go
Up, up, up, so very high
I think I'll try my wings and fly
But if I do I'll surely die
Up, up, up, so very high
Rib CageThere's a cage in my chest made of bones,Rib Cage3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And it's keeping my heart locked in place.
My mistakes slowly welded it closed
So I wouldn't throw my love away.
Are there ways to slip under those bars?
Will the past be too hard to escape?
I'm attracted by all that you are,
Not the flattering words you could say.
There's attachment I know that you felt,
But I claimed not to reciprocate.
Now, the truth is, you made my heart melt.
I just hope that it isn't too late.
There's a rush that I feel in my head
Every time I am caught in your stare.
Though, I wish you could hold me instead,
I'll be happy if you're always there.
I don't know how to make you believe
That I'm still on the end of the line.
If I just got my heart on my sleeve,
Then I know that I could make you mine.
The cloudmakerIt was on a particularly cloudy day that I created another life. You sprung from my hands, eager, like a lamb frolicking through a grassy meadow. An accident. I had been trying to create a tornado, but my hand must've twitched. The gray of my walls only accentuated your glowing golden form further; vaguely shaped like a human child, but not quite. A highly misleading appearance. I remember my first thought: Not another one. I'd made your kind before. It never ended well.The cloudmaker2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Nice to meet you,” you said, sticking out your hand. “It's awfully gloomy outside.”
I shook it. “The earth looked a little dry today.”
You stood in front of my only window, a hand sliding down one of the bars. Your other went outside and caught a raindrop in your grasp. “So this is rain. Did you make it?”
“It's all I do. I've been here ever since I can remember.”
“And how long is that?”
“Longer than the amount of raindrops
UndressedFog clingsUndressed1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to paint all in pastel,
the hipbone curve
of a dusty mint hill,
with slate-grey trees
o’er the top.
of one-day saplings
the upright reminder
They pierce the fog.
They are sunk-deep
to stop the chiffon mist
from sticking –
the fog rolls on,
and leaves the sky
Dreams of an AngelI.Dreams of an Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"what do angels dream about?" Lindsay asked
I thought for a minute
"they dream to live like us."
"then why did Rachel want to die?"
"goodnight" I said, and turned out the light
Rachel used to sing to the birds
she said sometimes they just wanted someone to show they cared
and she serenaded them
until she was sure they felt important
in the car, Lindsay broke down
the black veil she wore seemed to be more
than an article of mourning
"why do they make child-size coffins?"
"did you see her?
even dead, her spindly fingers reached out
but I couldn't grab her "
I held her hand
because it was the only thing I knew how to do
Rachel used to write notes
she tucked them in branches,
under rocks, between her pillows
she said they were her secrets.
she always wanted someone to find them.
Lindsay shut down
the walls grew darker, the ceiling grew heavy
did you know silence chokes you?
She had a recurring dream
she always woke screamin
Imaginary FriendI once had a friend.Imaginary Friend3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That was made of pretend,
Who's only friend was me.
We played all alone,
Just all on our own.
Down on the hills,
And the trees.
We ran through the woods,
Jumped in the hills,
And played in the dark,
Because we lived for the thrills.
We went on our journeys,
And time would stand still.
The world would change,
Because it bowed to our will.
Then came the days
My friend started to fade.
We no longer spoke,
We just sat in the shade.
And as we sat silent
We looked at the sky .
My friend left for the last time,
Without a goodbye.
I guess the fact is.
They were no longer shy.
I once had a friend,
I thought was made of pretend.
Who supposedly no one could see.
So I sit and I wait,
Pretending their late.
Alone with no guarantee.
Hoping and saying ,
Midnight DanceYour fingers slide in between mine,Midnight Dance3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our hands perfectly entwined.
Your arm wraps tenderly around my waist,
As you whirl me around and we trace
imaginary patterns on the floor.
Everything about you I adore,
as my head lies gently on your shoulder,
And we dance a dance that is older
Than time itself.
Your scent engulfs my mind,
And brings with it memories so refined,
Filled with pure emotion,
To you I promise complete devotion.
My senses are drowned out,
So that there is no room for any doubt,
Past worries and fears I twirled
As I fell into another world.
Hope and love fill my heart
As we perfect this dying art.
My dreams fall into place,
Made real by the smile upon your face.
And as we dance,
Our minds filled with true romance,
I mirror your movements
As we step backwards and forwards
To the slow, steady rhythm inside our heads.
SafeI clasped my hand tight shut around my mothers.Safe1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was a possessive oyster wrapped around pearly fingers
bitten white by the freshly whisked air.
We braced ourselves against the frozen metal frames
that, although unmovable by infantile hands,
were not a substantial enough barrier against a tempest.
The sea lashed out its limbs in a fury
and the sky’s face paled grey with worry
at what that grasping anger might achieve.
It rose to greet us, stood on mighty churning haunches
and collapsed heavily around our shoulders
with the dramatic violence of a dancer
crashing down upon a splintered Tibia.
It drenched us, filling mouths and ears with water.
My mother’s hand squeezed mine, comforting,
and as the sea drew back again,
preparing to strike out at us over and over
until its very exhaustion point – and over once more –
As it readied itself to slash our raincoats,
with the force of an evening spiralling into true darkness,
over and over –
for a moment the smell o