Warm HandsShe looked across at meWarm Hands6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So close, I could touch her, smell her perfume.
So close, I can almost see my reflection in her eyes.
But even I can tell that we're really worlds apart.
Later, when looking back, I wonder what she was thinking.
Mysterious is almost the right word, but still not quite.
She posses an air of confidence mixed with the tinge of a broken heart bringing her down.
I remember looking at her, and something about me, or the world made her sad.
She had looked like she was sad, but she was crying on the inside.
I'd think for hours later,
hours I still spend,
thinking about how she reached out with her hand.
A hand so much smaller than my own, a gender difference I'd known of, but never known.
My hands are always cold, like spades of ice, but she took one anyway.
And even now, I could sit for hours, looking in her eyes and holding a warm hand.
How Could You?How did I let it get this bad?How Could You?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm so ashamed
I should've seen it coming,
That you were going to hurt me this badly
That it's impossible for me to be loved,
Especially by you.
I can't even see your name and not cry
So what will this year bring?
But I had regained some hope near the end of last year,
Will you give me that again?
Or will you stay silent,
Making me go back into the darkness...
I can only hope that you'll help me,
Or at least,
I know you can save me,
But I know you won't
You're the one that hurt me
And what am I supposed to do,
When the one who hurt me...
Is the only one that can save me?
This Is For YouIf I was an artistThis Is For You6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would paint a smile upon your face.
I would tickle your senses
with my brush strokes
and maybe you could finally look into a mirror
and see the beauty I found in you?
If I was a bird
I would sing your sorrow away.
Perhaps if you would hear me
behind your bedroom window,
your soul would vibrate in ecstasy
like my vocal chords while I shout your name?
If I was Mother Nature,
I would write your name into the air
so the wind would embrace you.
Maybe, just maybe then you
would realize you're not alone.
MoonlightingMoonlighting4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Our eyes always aspiring to see behind vision, as if
to discover what lies hidden beneath the flood of light.
Always we're trying to peer beyond the moon's bright cloak.
You and MeWe held hands one last time.You and Me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mine in his, and his in mine.
'Final Hour'I knew it'd only be a matter of time'Final Hour'6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Before things came crashing down
It's only now that I choose
To finally open my tired eyes
And watch my world crumble before me
I stare at myself
Reflected upon the calm water below
And notice only one difference
Her eyes are closed
Why is that so?
CryingI do not cry,Crying4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not exactly sure why,
But I do not cry.
*Sigh*, oh how I wish,
Oh how dearly I miss
My tears that cease to exist.
Sometimes, I step beneath the water,
Sometimes, I begin to wonder,
Why? Why do I not cry?
Do I try to hide it?
Bottle it up a bit?
The shower water rains down,
On my back it hits.
And as the water streams down my face,
My eyes begin to swell,
Maybe crying is not always the case,
Perhaps it is just the feeling,
Like the draining of a well,
So I stick my face beneath the shower,
And let the droplets flow down my cheek,
And wonder if I lack the power
To let loose and just weep.
Hate to LoveOkay.Hate to Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I've told you I sort of liked you
That was a lie
I like you more than
you could ever possibly imagine.
This is the closest I've
ever came to love.
Yet no matter what happens,
what is said, it's me who loses in the end
You probably don't even care
but I just want you to know that
I want to hate you but I can't.
I love you.
Even after all that's happened,
I still do
Not a Love PoemI love things you doNot a Love Poem4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Things you say
How that smile can
Take my breath away
But I don't love you
Not in that way
I need to tell you
So that you'll stay
I need to tell you
It's not like that
So you'll know
And that'll be that
But you don't listen
This is my choice
And my promise kept
I said no once
You didn't know
You gave it time
Hoping it'd grow
Sadness I saw
On your beautiful face
From my memory
Is never erased
I'm sorry I hurt you
I can say it again
But I cannot undo
What I did back then
MusingI'm too young to spend my lifeMusing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
running from the thunder,
staring at the kitchen walls wondering
how life would be different
if they weren't the same color.
That is So GayWow. That is so gay.That is So Gay4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I mean it. That is so homosexual.
Or maybe it is so jewish.
Or so asian.
Or maybe so black.
Or so kid-who-never-gets-off-their-computer.
Or so jock-who-will-peak-in-high-school.
Or so dumb-blond
Or so hetero.
When you say 'thats so gay,' i say 'thats-so-idiot-who-really-needs-a-dictionary.'
Further DownFurther Down4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Strange, complex, and intertwined
Blades of grass on river beds
Soothing water, in shallow depths
And moves them further down
Mighty oak with ancient roots
Feeds from river's sacred spring
Its branches are weighed heavy
By many years of burden
Move further down
Craggy rocks upon the sandy shore
Cut the earth upon its face
But what starts as sharp
Soon is smooth
As the water
Moves further down
Wind swept plains of desert sand
Burning, twisting, biting
Hostile to the waking sun
Yet the water gives it life
Amidst the the tainted ruin
As it moves it further down
Soon all of heaven and earth shall pass
Into that unknown realm
But with my knots untwisted
My burden taken, my edges smoothed
And my scorched soul quenched
On that far off shore
I'll move further down
This GirlThe hand behind this pen,This Girl6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Can't write the words they need to write.
The voice behind this tongue,
Can't speak the words it needs to speak.
The vision behind these eyes,
Can't see the sights they need to see.
The girl behind this body,
Can't be all that you want her to be.
next thing we're touchingyou put the moon out with your cigarette as everything around you began to dim. you stirred the stars around as your body swayed against the porch lights, as you lifted the twenty-sixer to your lips.next thing we're touching6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you turned to me and said, "lets show this world what we're made of."
lets fuckin' show them.
we had our first kiss right there.
honest to god,
i'm not colour-blind, i just see colourless colour
i'm not starry-eyed, i just reached out and tore the sky down the middle
i still remember the salt strewned in the air as we fucked on the shore. it was one of those days where there was a lulling silence, a silence so serene it was like you weren't there. the only sound that spun down my eardrums was the slow rotation of the world and your vocal chords whispering out hoarse i love yous. your eyes drowned my vision and roared like waves passed my eyelids
that was when i knew
as our clothes stuck to our ribcages
and drops of water hugged our hearts
we'd fuckin' show the
The martyr of loveI am still a stranger in your battlefieldThe martyr of love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My rifle on my shoulder, I do not mean to fight
My tears cutting the ground under your feet
You stand over my bleeding body
Your cold blade dripping your way out
You stab me, once and twice, you grin at my wounds
My blood meets the thirsty salty soil
They greet, they hug, they mate under your feet
They give birth to the wild bloody roses
Where every wound blooms once more
I hear your walk away, leaving my barren land
I pray for death to push the arrow deeper in my back
To take the last hopeless breath, the last breeze of love
Bury me where the old moon was born
Let my head rest in a land of cinnamon and honey
When the white hands arrive with their remedy
Tell them all my birds left me and flew north
I do not wish to heal, I do not pray for cure
Battered and broken, my heart left the shore
In Reverse13.In Reverse6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jesus flew over the city today.
He cast a dark shadow upon our bleak and childish faces
and the now dark towers that surround us in the midst of this town.
I usually never notice his presence;
the yearly autumn rush mixed with the lingering summer sun overpowers him, fixing my focus to inhaling as much of those last sweet August scents as possible, knowing that as soon as we let go of them, we'll forget what they feel like
for twelve agonizing months. I know it should never be like that.
Such trivial things overpowering the shadow of God's son,
his breath lost in the smell of honeysuckle, his shadow in the early September sun;
but I prefer it that way.
I hate the dark and Jesus always seems to cover me in darkness.
It's 5PM and I, still covered in holy darkness, am beginning to walk home.
I turn toward the forest for the first time in months,
and stare at the fiery clumps of autumn leaves above me, and falling all around me. I stop as the cold breeze whips at my face and screams my
taught to love.I was the robotic specimen made flesh and blood, learning day in, day out like a slave. You were the freedom I longed to have, smoking each day away while reclining in the back seat of a metal box in the parking lot, a little like a prince.taught to love.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I wrote and scribbled quite often. I was pretending to be scholarly. A master of literature. You drank coffee (with whisky, of course) from a polystyrene cup because you broke all the ceramic ones. A master of temptation, alcohol, sex and maybe, just maybe, wiping your own ass on a rare but highly celebrated occasion.
Oh, and you werent such a terrible teacher, either.
You wrote logical equations on a large, dusty blackboard which hung off the wall in the left corner ever-so-slightly and smelt of calcium carbonate. Twenty pairs of eyes bore through the back of your greasy and unkempt head as the chalk screeched across the surface. The twenty-first pair of eyes were buried in a copy filled with notes about the geometry of a circle a
heartbeats like thunder.If you understand lonelinessheartbeats like thunder.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you remember the night you could have crawled
into his chest, made a bed for yourself like an animal
beside his heart. You remember the heat of the word inside,
and the sudden unfairness that he could be inside of you
when you were the one who needed to be that close,
when you were the one who needed that relief.
If you understand hunger
you remember the way you touched his body carefully, this home
you built for yourself with unsteady hands, counted
the spaces between his ribs, pressed your cheek
against them, listened for his breathing like a storm
outside your window. You remember the fierce violence
of your want, the impossibility.
If you understand need
you remember the night you thought you'd die
A Loveless DayA Loveless Day4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Loveless Day
(That Will Never Fade)
This same old dream that I so loath
A vision of a dull world shrouded in gray
As I walk down a never ending road
The colorlessness in everything never seems to decay
In slow motion I suffer alone
Under the liquid-silver droplets of rain
You had no idea how strong my love was
You played a part in the pain that was dealt and done
You didn't experience the ocean of tears that I had to swim through
You didn't see the countless days I had to endure without being around you
You never felt the sickness within the soul that I had kept
You never knew of the quakes in my heart that you had fed
For you I had damaged myself
For you I put myself through hell
But I swear it was worth it
Because now I know how hard life can get
I want you to realize that you aren't a loss
For you will always be known as my first love
This same old reality that I can't let go
A nightmare of a person who is so far away
As I try to run from the world
Her KneesHer kneesHer Knees6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They've got bruises on them
are like lost puppies
her knees have got nicks and bruises in all the wrong places, her knees work for minimum wage. They've got scrapes all over them, they're like ashtrays they're like, an umbrella loaded with holes. Like a seashell | that no one's got time to listen to
And her knees can tell time. Her knees are like long lists are like long lists of history, accomplishments her knees shout out at the tops of their lungs, "We love life!"
Her knees are like crazy drunk parties her knees are like laughing 'till you cry her knees are mistakes, brought back to life and painting pictures and telling jokes and giving hugs and rolling on the floor laughing her knees
They've got bruises on them...
Her knees aren't hiding, her knees aren't crying her knees aren't ashamed but they think they are ugly | they think they are ugly they don't think they are special.
But her knees
Her knees are like stories and and her knees can tell stories, "this is
Made a Man I brushed my hair out of my eyes and looked out the window as I leaned my elbow on the wooden sill. Chipped paint came off without a fight as I scratched it away, making random letters and designs in the woodwork. I made a duck and wrote my name. White leaflets of paint fell to the dingy blue carpet, but I brushed them away with my foot.Made a Man6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The moon shined a pale white on our lawn, illuminating the grass and weeds and gravel that littered it. The willow tree shimmered as the wind caught its shining branches and made them dance with each other. Leaves flew silently across the yard, landing for a bit, then kicking back up again. The gravel driveway was littered in different weeds that popped up through the gaps between the rocks.
Looking out the window isnt gonna make him come back, a sullen voice spoke behind me. I turned to see Luke. He wore his black Misfits shirt that Dad got him