Rib CageThere's a cage in my chest made of bones,
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.
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.
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
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.
SilenceYou meet my pleasantriesSilence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With such passivity,
Intercepting every smile,
With a blank stare.
My words are bouncing back to me,
As if you were a wall
It feels like you aren't giving me
Anything at all.
I ask about your day.
I tell you about mine.
Are you even alive?
Please, don't push me away.
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.
The MachineYou were created ofThe Machine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a thousand eggshells, for bone,
a thousand tiny birds systematically
hatched, plucked and sacrificed for your hair,
their blood is lighter than our blood and so you float
but never will you fly.
And narrowly prophets passed you
for beauty worthy of sin
and sought an engineer to construct
a device of kinship
that you might calculate our miracles.
When you found her she was shining
radiant amidst the blacks of metal,
against the rough cloth she would lay against;
and where your veins were light
her lungs were heavy, her heart
the pounding of
inefficient diesel in search of
sun and wind.
You plucked her young and coughing
from the cataclysmic womb of factories
and asked that she build your machine.
Stumbling, she understood, and you worked her
through the unwarranted summer
and soft comforters that settled over her quietly like snow
over the sleepy doped backdrops
to be preached against.
Shaking, she eased it foreword
until she couldn't feel it under her han
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
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
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,
The SparkThe Spark3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As I looked up from my spot on the couch I noticed that he was watching me. He caught my eye, and smiled from the kitchen table. I felt myself blush and look away. Waiting was something I had always hated in my past, but with him it was effortless. I knew he was worth it.
I turned back to my book as the steady sound of his pencil against the paper resumed. While I let my eyes scan the page in front of me I realized I couldn't focus. All my body was on alert, but it wasn't because of the story in front of me- it was the story that could be.
Shutting my book I leaned back against the cushion and closed my eyes. Instantly I saw him, smirking, frowning, laughing, and just being completely... Perfect. Without realizing it I sighed, putting all my longing into one audible breath. I wondered if he noticed and strained to hear him, but my own breathing was the only sound in the room.
Disappointed that he had left without saying goodbye, I finally opened my eyes.
I turned to
Idylliche always spoke of the romantic stance in a smokerIdyllic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whose every gasp was like a suicidal swansong, he
wrapped himself up so tightly in unwarranted wishing, when
they stripped him free, he then stumbled into the sunlight
and burnt [out]
no one laced his pillows with lavender and moonbeams
and all the other things that call dreams out from
hiding; but he still prayed upside-down overdone
every evening for a falling star to find its way
instead, they surrounded him with [a grain of]
salt circles like curses to draw out the weaknesses
temptation had embedded in him, because
nothing beautiful was ever built atop a rotten foundation
(one exception: architecture of shattered resplendence)
and no one ever got anywhere by treating the
thorns in their side as a reminder to remain
more prominent than the injuries they would inflict.
he's broken (he does not reflect) he wanes and worries
as his heart choruses "not enough," ever-growing
as his fears acclimate and his pulse sings- some
A Melting Rose on Solid IceWhy do the rosesA Melting Rose on Solid Ice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Melt against my skin?
But the ice in my eyes
Remains frozen in place
Despite the heat
The ice holds strong
Like a brick wall
I wish I could let go
Set the flood waters free
Drown myself in them
Let their cold consume me
Roses bloom on my arm
They melt so easily
But the ice is unmoving
It holds still in my eyes
Refusing to show the color
No more roses bloom
But they still grew easier
Than melting the ice
That survives still
In my eyes
SwellI am in a hospital, having a baby. I suppose I love children, but shit, I’m having a fuckin’ baby, after being pregnant for a year and a day or maybe longer. I’d expected my belly to be bigger, I think, more than just a shallow rise against the sheets. I anticipated a full swell, high tide. Real pregnancy, not just the suggestion of it.Swell2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There is something wrong. With either me or the child (my little womb mate, I say with affection), no one knows. Doctors have hooked me up to monitors, stuck needles into my gangly child’s limbs, taped sensors to my sunken chest. At night, I tear them off in my sleep. The machines beep angrily, jerk me awake. I call for my mother then, but have only the cold hands of faceless (faithless) nurses to soothe me. They tell me I do not have a mother, that Sarah, dear, it’s time to grow up. After all, you’re having a baby.
I spend forever in the hospital and still the baby does not come. I ask a nurse for the date. She tells
A Fragile Lifeheady beats flow into his ears, each music noteA Fragile Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a dream fluttering to the forefront of his mind
obliterating the darkness of the world
trying to encroach his every thought.
clunky earphones, the only ones he could afford
sit on his ears, blocking any untoward noises
like the screams from downstairs
and the sharp thuds from the room next door.
slick rhymes pulse through his mind,
temporary escapes from the maze of
treacherous timesevents rather not remembered,
best forgotten within the sands of time.
background vocals implant wells
depths of azure hope and cerulean freedom
springing from the undiscovered realms of his mind,
watering the seeds that others hope to harvest.
hip-hop flows through his veins;
the life-blood of his mind, of his sanity
the words, the rhythms, the voices
control his limbs, moving them every which way.
dancing used to rule his life
the rule shattered the same as his leg;
mere remnants survived to instill his passion
it's the little things that follow you to sleeplately, i’ve been wasting every minuteit's the little things that follow you to sleep2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
choking on inevitabilities; wondering
how many times i’ll promise myself
this year i’ll be different until
i move on to something less
unattainable. truthfully, i’m just sorry
for the ones who still think
and i have been waiting an
ugly amount of years for my
prophetic completion-- a love like
i say you’re beautiful when really i mean
you make my heart stop, like
i was born to meet you or perhaps
i’m actually breaking some universal law
of equilibrium; loving something
i want a love like that:
napkin poems, handwritten
and tender and accidental collisions
igniting a thousand forest fires
beneath my skin; me,
blossoming like a wildflower
on a california highway, basking
in the sun and ignored definition
of earthly limitations. i want to believe
that somewhere, there’s a boy
built of summer sunsets and shooting stars
for every homesick girl who never
quite fit in, t
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
Keepers of My Hearti.Keepers of My Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are in love with being in love
like you're caught on the train tracks,
tied down by want, waiting for that
insistent collision to
steal you away into the land
of concussions and self-medication
and hearts that barely heal
and stories confessing the notches
in your bedpost, the lines in
your smile. the sour note in your
liberally dissonant melody.
you did not want tangibility
cotton trees cascading and butterfly
innards, serenading clouds and
(until the sky came crashing down
and you reoriented the earth)
you did not want me
I am solid and as notable as
the ghosts sleeping in your ears,
their snores telling time as
the days blur together
I am not of starry kisses and
back porch promises-
I am the wrong kind of accident
on the train tracks.
I am broken,
(but not in the right way)
I am real
these are the things we carry with us:
a knife in the side and a
cramp in the lungs; a longing
in the mouth for words or tastes
or people or something m
Nighttime Ramblings and InsufficiencyYou drop your jaw,Nighttime Ramblings and Insufficiency3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you pull words out from
hiding, deep in your throat.
You wretch up a mass of
unfiltered, unedited, reality
because you believe that's what it is
to be understood.
You leave a trail of mutterings
wherever you go
no one will ever want me
it's not enough
and i'm sorry, i'm
so so sorry
Do you remember the difference between
a shadow and a ghost? (the world ends
the day the sun won't shine)
Instead of sleeping (maybe
tomorrow won't come if you
don't say goodnight) you wait;
you will not be remembered, and
that is the scariest part-
you were never loud enough.
i'm so sorry
The night presses too hard,
pulling you down, even though
you plead for one more day to prove
you aren't just passing through.
In the margins, you breathe:
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.
Some Time in InfinityBut I know there is another worldSome Time in Infinity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some time in infinity.
Some time I will meet you again,
In the light dwelling of continuity.
I lay at the creek and think of you,
Not far from me you are standing.
The water is quiet,
Your leaves do not rustle,
Silenced in my heart as well
Every day's pain neverending.
You give me strength,
You comfort me,
Also in the greatest need.
My thanks are yours,
My good friend, my tree,
Never I would like to miss you.
You are the ashes,
Burnt in many dreams.
But from your ashes,
The diamond is forming itself.
I hold a diamond into the starlight,
Move myself to its radiance.
How the light breaks itself in that stone!
But I know there is another world
Some time in infinity.
Some time I will meet you again,
In the light dwelling of continuity.
scraps and sacramentsyou,scraps and sacraments2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beautiful siren girl with melodies
entangled in her hair: you are
shell-shocked and sea-struck
even though you cannot stand
the sensation of sand beneath
you have fingers for prying, picking,
pulling at your skin and nesting
in that hollow space between
your bones. and if anyone asks,
you will swear there are monsters
sleeping in the concaves of your ribs;
there are ghosts beneath your tongue,
embittered, and you are not the words
they say there is an answer, little girl
(sometimes you begin to believe you are
a scarecrow on the border of reality
begging people to turn the other way;
and the mirror will agree)
how far have you gone? a feather in
the breeze who won’t promise to return
again; there is a wandering warmth in
the hesitation of your harbored fear.
where will you be in six months when
the future has become itself and you
are still astray? little one, no one is like you
in the way you sway to the cadence of a
dissonant night. no one knows your
The Coliseum, A Lair Of AtrocitiesThe Coliseum, A Lair Of AtrocitiesThe Coliseum, A Lair Of Atrocities3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bloody curtains fall in this malevolent lair,
Cacophonous cracks of broken bones litter the air.
Atrocities sang in twisted hosannas in this coliseum as
The sands mixed with the seas of blood as man
Entwines with beast in a violent dance.
Gladiators were dressed for death as vexations
Were pitted against his own kind.
Violence became a pleasure as well as a curse
That befell this tragic kingdom.
The lightning cracked, flashing combat.
As cold steel kissed warm flesh, at last.
This stage was meant for one victor only.
The crowds howled for more
In the scorching sun to the ebony moon.
The morbid deeds never forgotten as
Nightmares stalk the crooked shadows
That roamed the veils of this slaughterhouse.