Lost AngelsLost Angels8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
How in your world so full of nightmares do you sleep so peacefully? Are we the only ones who cry tears that you have run dry? How do you keep on struggling on those end less days when we don't care? How have we forgotten your contagious laughter...
How do you fly with such fragile wings? How do you warm our hearts with your weak smiles? How do you touch the stars with you innocent strides? And soar to the heavens with your beauty?
Truly you are the ones that will inherit this fertile earth. Make of it, more than we have. Change it for the better.
Put Me in the CornerI want something new,Put Me in the Corner3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
growing slowly up between my fingers,
So I could tear it out
And hold something
No one else had ever touched.
I could wait, you know,
Until the Himalayas themselves
Wore down to mole hills,
And I'm afraid that nothing
-Not one single thing-
Will ever come close
To the glory of what I once knew.
I've become blind
To every color the world holds
Because I named
Every drop of blood in my heart
After a flash in the pan.
This is grey
And you're vanilla.
I want love
To stop feeling like machinations,
Want it to stop feeling
Like walking the plank.
I want it to feel like
A tree is growing inside my veins,
Shoots rushing from my fingertips,
Buds and blooms bursting from my eyes
And mouth like song.
I wish my heart would thaw
Just enough to feel something.
Cinema SparksImagine a man and woman,Cinema Sparks3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or woman and woman,
it really doesn't matter;
huddled together beneath
an umbrella as if it
were a tree with long branches
to stop the rain and
block out the sun,
or simply provide a sense
of security if the weather
were to suddenly change,
it really doesn't matter.
For whatever reason,
they are together-
but what's interesting is
they obviously do not even
know each other.
They both clutch the umbrella
but their hands are
careful not to clutch
because in some cultures
it's not polite to
but in this case,
it really doesn't matter.
For whatever reason
they are together
beneath the umbrella-tree;
they are close
whether it is some
common courtesy during a
sparks are flying from damaged
cinema lights above
as they clutch anything-
but each other.
MaturationIt takes sleep deprivation and anxiety to kick her back into gear. Like a rusted old plow she creaks along the sunken path, is dragged along by the grayed horse that is sheer will. It is spring but the crops are dead; though the sun is shining the fruit bared is pathetically thin.Maturation3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The path the blinded horse trudges is unknown. Two trails follow her feet as it pulls her along and hard rain fills them in; forms mud, conceals her past progress. Underneath her dirt-matted hair she fears that each step is worth less than the one before.
(Because, fuck, she hasn't been a college student in a long time, and her family is too poor, and she'd rather watch him sleep than read Chaucer. And, Christ, she has her own expectations to fill, and her own dreams to stumble after, and her own failures and mistakes to smack her out of youth and impulse.)
Devoid of passion and with absence of faith she scratches at the rust with dirty nails, yawns, digs her toes into the mud. It is spring and
Because It's FunnyToday, I found truth. It kissed my lips and swallowed my soul.Because It's Funny3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Imagine it. A liar, like me, tasting its tongue while being consumed by its everlasting sting.
I should probably explain.
Lacy was over today. She was waiting for Aaron to arrive.
The TV yawped.
The girl watched.
Then, she laughed.
On the screen, a boy had his hands on a girl. He held her like she was holy, like she was his angel, his light... but then he threw her down.
She screamed no.
He wouldn't stop.
His pants fell to the floor.
"Why are you laughing," I choked.
"Are you stupid," she asked. "I'm laughing because it's funny. I mean, come on, 'no? Stop' - real people know to yell out 'fire' when this sort of stuff happens."
Before I can argue, Aaron walks in. Together, they go back to his room.
Soon, it's just me and the TV.
Peppermint Hallways and SecretariesYou said you don't have talentPeppermint Hallways and Secretaries3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But that's a lie.
I've never known anyone who can do what you do
Because you see...
You rip my soul to pieces and eat it delicately
But I don't think you even notice it's mine.
You have a talent and I think I like it
The way you forget you have hold of me.
My gut is clenching and I feel naive
Another setback of puberty.
Did I ever tell you about the time
When I sliced my finger open
Didn't tell anyone about it until an hour later
Just because it wouldn't stop bleeding.
I'm not crazy or anything
It's just that you've got a talent
And this talent is tearing me apart.
Do you want me to say the instances?
"We started going out."
I smiled and then invited a molester to my house.
"I've got a ring in my pocket, do you think she'll like it?"
I nodded then left to get coffee... didn't come back for three days.
"Can I move in with you?"
But that one was her, not you, so it really shouldn't count.
I'll go fuck myself and leave you alone
Peppermints line the hallways
Walking in the Peppermint HallwayThe acid on my knuckle burnsWalking in the Peppermint Hallway3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it's just another tale of life
A girl one class over looks up and smiles
Her lips are swollen and her teeth dripping white
"You are the spunk of my existence," She cackles
Yet I decide I like the spunk there
Seeing that underneath it her teeth are yellow.
Walking down the halls people watch
And I don't give a damn knowing the truth
The hair's been chopped and my eyes are dull
The bane of my existence has more money than me
A few nickels and pennies don't get you into college
But still I glance at the table for Sante Fe
Find myself grabbing a paper and getting a business card.
She must be desperate or she might see the artist in me
Either way it doesn't matter as I drown myself in horrors
Yet another story about rape, tragedy, and unrequited love
Who would guess this is my very dream
To fall in love and never be able to live that happy end
But then again,
Yellow teeth covered in spunk
Those stares in the hallways once more
Then... the woman as she
Pyres aren't just for the dead.I am a fire-starter;Pyres aren't just for the dead.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
all dragon's breath,
birthed by flame.
When you finally said
you needed me, I was
already reborn. Ash smeared
along my face,
fire drizzling my body.
I'm not the girl you were
hoping for, darling.
Too wild for your clammy
hands to grip and sculpt,
I am blazing, igniting.
My hands house infernos, my
heart is now a hearth.
I do not need
you to keep me warm.
Emerald HarbourEmerald HarbourEmerald Harbour3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I wish to get lost in you
But can I afford that?
And outside it's raining
Maybe I could get a loan
And let the rain pay
Or I'll just stay broke as a joke
On moments like this it feels
That city lights know me
Better than fellow humans do
When you're not here
It's only them
Who will kiss me good night
My stormy eyes glow cunningly
Like emerald temptation
The night is my harbour and ships go off shore
In each and every blushing rose
There lies a promise dormant
So know that I'm blooming for you, just in all secrecy
Lonely roadThe lonely road leads on foreverLonely road3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A road tread alone lasts forever
This road I once promised to walk with you
Forever and ever,forever lonely
I watched you slip
Down into the abyss
The deep dark abyss
So dark and cold
As you cried and despaired
I watched on helpless
Trying to pick you up everytime you fell
Carry you on my shoulder
Make you feel loved
You slipped and slipped
Stumbled and stumbled
I kept picking you up and up
Tears and pain
Sadness and disappointment
Torment and loneliness
I watched on helpless
Cried and watched
I held on to you,desperately holding on
You kept slipping from my hands
Like sand through open fingers
I held on tighter
You kept slipping away
I searched and thought
Pondered and obsessed
But never was able to figure out
How to help you
I felt like a failure
As I heard the sadness in your voice
Saw the tears in your eyes
Felt the pain in your heart
The inevitable happened
You fell never to rise again
Your laughter never to be heard again
flummoxthe aftertaste of your apologies reminds meflummox3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of hospital bureaucracy, filling
with broken fingers.
asymmetric doubt lingering
in waiting rooms,
as nurses walk by, tiptoeing between
the lines of life and death.
paralysisshe created an ocean twice over,paralysis3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but it was not enough
to drown the infrastructure
of her bones, concrete and
sulfur; the dissolution of soil:
it was an abyss:
skin dissipating in blue,
the surf discharging
from corridors unexplored -
vacant rooms. she turned
corners and drowned.
arms once interwoven lose
embrace and submerge,
unnoticed by the quarrels
of musty walls.
no one fishes them
out of the sea
No AtlantisBeneath the mossy bones of the ocean deepNo Atlantis5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Great spires of stone stretch their fingers high
While weaving angels wrap each rocky keep
And strands of strangling seaweed scratch the sky.
Descending deeper in the waiting dark,
Where sea-bound corpses hold a hollowed hall
And gnashing teeth trace their bloody mark,
The rotting planks of piracy that fall.
What mortal man whose breath could sway this land?
What lung could draw in words to speak its part?
The cruel soul of the sea won't spare his hand
To those who've earned his wrath with silent start.
Can souls find sleep in such a strangled thrall,
Where the waves find rest and stop their ceaseless crawl?
Where the waves find rest and stop their ceaseless crawl,
Raking salty claws in sandy shores,
A vain and panicked grasp before they fall;
The home of homespun hypocrites and whores.
The moon reflects in heartless pantomime
A silver orb of glowing innocence
That mocks them as they're punished
Marigolds (and your memory)Crayola doesn't have enough namesMarigolds (and your memory)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the infinite shades of gold
that coat my dreams
when you grace me with a smile.
Lake of DreamsWe could buy a boatLake of Dreams4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Live on the water
Selling barbeque and hamburgers
Showing Texas how to cook
As if the barbeque state
We could swim the coves
Bathing in moon light
On the open water
We could lose ourselves
Amongst the cliffs
Until the world
Was all but forgotten
We could find our own
Little piece of heaven
On this lake of dreams
With no past
To weigh us down
Let the waters
Wash these hands clean
Until the names
No longer matter
And we gracefully drift away
Biology (In Defense Of Free Verse)The heart has four chambers:Biology (In Defense Of Free Verse)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
two muscular atria and
two ventricles that alternate
between relaxing and
throughout the body.
This is one of many processes
that occur whether you
want it to or not.
I can sense your flesh and
when I breathe you in like pollen
or particles of smoke.
You are a part of my lungs
before tiny capillaries carry you
sleeping or intoxicated
to my heart.
Then it seizes up-
pumping little bits of you
through my veins like nerve endings
and I feel you
from my waist to my lips and
inside my brain.
The primary cause of love
is the chemical phenethylamine
that is released by eating
chocolate; or more importantly,
by feeling you against me
and nobody else.
Proteins are given purpose
through tender shaping
into a perfected form.
This can be observed
on a larger scale
It is said
during academic dissections,
that structure and form
But try and tell me
that this freedom before you
Life- Ticket for OneAlone doesn't come with peanuts,Life- Ticket for One3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's an upgraded seat.
Her money buys illusions of
Impatient for the life left waiting.
But one way tickets are dirty
Little secrets and
Passport stamps are paper trails
That she drops like flower petals,
One by one,
"I chose wisely..."
"I'm a fool..."
Her stories are just memories
Because now, no one will listen.
She traded everything for freedom
And a shoestring, not long enough
To tie a lonely noose.
A similar smile
Was lost at crossroads;
A happier path, lost some way back.
Now she finds a cracked smile
With more sinister lines...
Creases taken, rather than given.
At present, in-flight cocktails blur the
Engine noise, that drowns out
Double DefribrillatorYou are a double defibrillator.Double Defribrillator3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You made a stopped heart beat not once,
Made me shake with the pangs of reanimation.
Made me groan, writhe, and foam at the mouth.
You are two tiny windows,
A lost chapel,
With a baseball sized hole in the stained glass
And graffiti on the inside.
It's good to see the kids are still painting
Even if only by numbers.
It's no Sistine Chapel, admittedly,
It's more like gang signs with crayons.
Why do I care?
Most people open their arms to God.
You use other appendages,
And that's okay.
You are a near death experience,
And I am a mere factory of metaphors,
KillersDo killers dream of oceans -Killers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tucked deep in a cocoon,
spooning their wives
nestled deep in the soft chaos
of their arms?
Do they walk their children
to school, coats neatly
buttoned against strangers,
and take their tiny hands
like wounded birds
in their own,
counting red cars
and clutching bouquets of
daisies for the teacher?
Can they cook chicken soup
like their grandmothers did -
fistfuls of parsley and thyme
to soothe the iron pot,
stirring carrots and potatoes
with the first shift
of autumn's silver maple?
Do they make sandcastles
and leave their footprints
in the middle of July
and count the starfish
that nudge and wink in
the tidepools, their mottled
fingers pointing east?
Or have they only debris -
a life skewed and stretched
beyond human and the
sudden drop of pressure,
a lost companion,
dreading what wells up
from the surface and
sucks them underneath?
Faking emoEveryone thinks its so trendy to be emo,Faking emo8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To slash their wrists, and pretend to be bi,
To write bad poetry and listen to bad songs,
But they don't know what its like to need it.
She doesn't cut to be part of a trend,
She doesn't show it off, and makes sure to hide it
Behind thick bracelets and long sleeves.
These "emo kids" wear too much black makeup
So that everyone will know when they cry
Because thats the in thing to do right?
And the ones that can't cry in class
Draw big tear drops in eyeliner on their cheeks
Like the stupid, fucking posers they are.
But she cries more than they will ever know,
Sitting at the back of the class, all alone
Hood up, head down, shes invisible
And she doesn't wear makeup, so it isn't obvious.
She thinks no one cares about her,
And she's probably right, because
Its hard to care about someone
you don't even know is alive.
One day, she'll probably cut too deep,
let it bleed too long, by accident
Or maybe on purpose, and they might never know.
And no one wil
Everything's imaginery, especially what you loveMaybe that's my fundamental problem.Everything's imaginery, especially what you love3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I've never been able to look at the world without the transparent script of a storybook over my eyes.
Sonnet A elicits emotional response B.
Except the other person never follows through on this imaginary contract.
They're supposed to idolize you and promise you the stars. Put every dream and treasure on the line for your mere smile.
Well I've made a man my idol, and never felt like I was anything more than a trending fashion, cast off like a shoe that no longer fits the mold.
I've promised the stars and been held at knife point until I handed every last one of them over.
I've rearranged every dream and dropped more gold than my pockets could hold on the line that tugs at a smile, and all I get are disdainful smirks.
I've never asked for more than I was willing to give, but that doesn't mean anything when it comes down to the concrete.
So if I fall for my own shadow, can you blame me for wanting someone who will try?
ExtinguishedI have met some girls, a fewExtinguished3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in particular, in my
past who have had what you
would consider to be
Like, a blonde who kept me warm
and always smoked but
hardly ate. I guess
her stomach was always
filled to burst with smoke,
so there was no place for
food or much else.
She was always so
so easy to talk to
that it was hard
not to like her.
It was like staring
into a fire.
When she and I both died
for someone else, it
was okay and I left
without any tears (they had
burned up). But I
didn't have to search long;
I trip and spark like any other
This one stood on glowing
coals, pushing little
red rocks with her toes and
would ask me if it still burned
when people watched. I would say:
yes, of course, fire never changes.
Most nights we only
saw the coals and neither
of us liked
it that way.
I would've singed my
mouth on her hot
coffee lips, if she ever
gave me the chance
But she didn't; too busy
hiding her face.
Drought-Thunder-Drought3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are no stars tonight. The sky is
alone and my skin waits
patiently for the rain.
Our roses withered and died that summer.
You blamed God, but He did not let
dust gather on the only tin watering can
The day you left me in a flower shop,
I decided to put what was left of my faith in an old
man spouting clichés to his granddaughter.
"If you don't like the weather here, wait a couple of minutes."
Half a year and I am still praying for a storm
to cool me down.