I'm Not Ready to Let GoYour fingertips carve melodies into my songbird skin,
carbonizing my charcoal bones
so I can write sonnets on the sidewalk
with the ends of my chalky joints.
Oh how your grazing hands
Your propane eyes
burn me up,
your toothy smile
ties me down.
I hold my breath
because these moments are fragile
as they are finite,
and I close my eyes
because love shouldn't be this ugly
or this hard to find.
I Need a Love that Frees MeChurning, burning, yearning,I Need a Love that Frees Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you twist me till I bleed,
why does my heart hurt so bad whenever I think of you,
you've got me if you want me
and I can't even fight it.
And I will Always be the MoonWe have gotten so attached to these days and these months,And I will Always be the Moon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but a deer doesn't know a Tuesday from a Thursday
and a caribou can't comprehend that it was born on a September afternoon,
but they can understand this instant, this moment, this breath,
only now, no longer the past, and only the future when they get there,
there's a healthy lack of awareness in that,
escaping the fear of death but thriving off the instinct to live,
everything so primal and based off gut reactions,
I guess you could say ignorance is bliss,
but ignorance only actually applies when it comes to humanity,
oh I would like a life like that,
one that is organic, tangible, and ripe with bloody berries,
one where carnal creatures run rampant,
one where we rise from the dirt with muddy thighs
because we were bred into these earthly bodies
to hold seconds in our palms like newborn children,
and to throw our heads back and howl against the awareness that we are dying,
for oh this skin is only our host,
FallenI can find no comfort,Fallen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When life and happiness seems to always slip away.
When sorrow and regret,
Is my only company.
When myself do I hate,
For I have lost
My golden city.
My wings have been ripped from my back,
So I no longer fly among the clouds.
But bleed in the dark corner of misery.
I lost my way.
I lost the light.
I lost the key.
That gave me flight.
That made me see.
But now I am wounded and can no longer fly
Among the clouds of heaven.
I can no longer hear the angles sing and the cherubs play.
But it does not matter any more,
For I have lost everything.
And within losing everything,
I lost myself.
helium balloon lungsi. You write me notes scribbled on sandpaperhelium balloon lungs3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I run them across my face,
scraping away layers of saccharine skin,
ii. Your eyes, made of cookie crumbs,
I'd like to dip them in milk
and watch them melt,
smoking like dry ice,
iii. You churn my childish heart
in circles and in circles
till I slip into cardiac arrest,
iv. I just remembered that time you
wrapped your arms around me like vines
and held me until you couldn't,
v. Oh what I'd give for a pair of
fortune cookie lungs,
exhaling self-fulfilling prophecy,
vi. I've been fishing for horoscopes,
pasting them onto my bedroom walls
and on the backside of my skin,
hoping that they tell me that
today is the day you will be mine,
vii. But your soul is made up of sins
and I do believe in forgiveness,
but forgive me, for I cannot forget.
This EndingThe writing becomes scribblesThis Ending3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pen runs dry of ink
A song isn't written
A story isn't read
My words begin to fail me
My thoughts have become dead
True Love: A Painted Myth?Forgive me if I intrude,True Love: A Painted Myth?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I'm a little bold,
I've always been a little odd,
From all that I've been told
But something about the way you smile,
Something about the way you trust,
Good Lord, send me a soul to love,
And forget this useless lust
So many tiring hours spent,
Looking for his name
Trying to find a hint,
If he's still the same
I could have been the secret girl,
Chosen at a whim,
I threw my heart at his chest,
But still, I did choose him
I don't know what is real anymore,
My mind does war against me,
Somehow I must get the patience,
To tame the visions that taint me.
So please forgive me if I'm odd,
My heart is just too hopeless to worry with,
But also because I am scared,
That true love is just a painted myth.
The Bitter Nightmare/Too Heavy A BurdenRusted daggers flung from their tongues,The Bitter Nightmare/Too Heavy A Burden3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deep, infected scars reopened,
Tear away the skin above my breast,
And witness my heart's weak thrum.
You, you have made it so,
You poisoned it with your truthful tonic,
Your tampered quotes and encrypted sneers,
Do not twine the needle deeper,
Fling your hair through the seeping blood,
Paint the canvas of my years,
Falling from the chasm's edge,
Releasing my mind from the bitter nightmare,
I watch the sun comb its way through the trees,
And struggle to stand against the bars of home,
My hands and feet chained, a dusty cloth between my teeth,
I wait for the warden's glance,
That moment of fated chance,
Do not tempt me, mad suitor,
I am too heavy a burden for any soul.
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.
All for youFalling asleep with tears in my eyesAll for you3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And haunted by the thoughts of you
This is for you hun'
Your face is smiling at me
A fake, ghost-version of your old beautiful smile
Teasing me with what could have been
What I could have had
Those bright blue eyes look at me
But the sparkle is gone
Now they're just the eyes of a stranger
I watched you dissappear
I stood by and saw you fade away
Only a ghost is left of the old you
There was nothing I could do
So this is for you my dear
I'm holding you oh so tight
Fighting to bring you back to life
I'm falling asleep with tears in my eyes
These teardrops fall for you
This is all for you my love
Ignore AdviceWrite ten bad poems.Ignore Advice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Write one hundred
Write and drink.
Keep a notebook with you,
write in public
and make sure that others
know that you are, in fact,
Write a love poem,
then throw it away
because all the good ones
have already been read.
write about the decision
instead of the feeling.
Write one sentence
say to yourself that
this is it, THIS is IT.
and tell yourself that again.
MonophobiaYour hand found my heart with ease,Monophobia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just as your words always found cracks in weakened armor,
and with the same fluidity that constantly drew my gaze,
filling me with childish need atop the comfort of company,
even if lonely:
we were never ones to stand individually.
Then you play my heart strings,
with the skill of devoted pianists and the poise
of Egyptian princes,
garbed in such confidence I have no choice but to move my lips
to words hummed beneath your steady breath;
the words my heart stammers over,
as weak a fool as ever.
Necessities mash like fevered lips,
merging us as one being,
one entity of which to rejoice with proclamations of fragile love.
and when our lips do make war,
I kiss you into my own oblivion,
drawing you deeper inside me to dwell and comfort,
though you decay fleshly walls
and expanding sacks of breath,
a bloody clash of love producing broken wills and such
mangling us further towards impending destruction:
ScatteredI felt like a child on my palms and kneesScattered3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fingers sweeping the floorboards
like a beggar searching for scattered marbles.
I will find them all.
Was It All A Lie?The funny thing is,Was It All A Lie?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can walk past me
And totally ignore me
Acting like I don't exist
Without an inch of guilt in your black heart
After all the things we have been through
After all the times we have been there for each other
And you act like it never happened
The funny thing is,
You can look in the mirror
Thinking you're the best
Thinking you are too good for everyone
After all the things I have done for you
After all the things we have put each other through
Through thick and thin
And totally forget that I was once in your life
That you needed me
That you loved me
It's like you're a totally different person,
In a totally different universe,
You don't know me anymore,
You don't want to know me anymore,
You don't love me anymore,
So please tell me this,
Did you ever love me,
Or was that just another lie you told me?
Was it all a lie?
Becoming AirSometimes,Becoming Air3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I sit still long enough,
I start to feel like I'm not attached to my own skin.
I start to feel like a fish in a bowl,
Swaying side to side,
My skin just a husk, a container, a restraint.
But when I give into this feeling,
It's like my skin melts away,
I become air,
Colored into the sunset's aura,
Stretched through the veins of the summer's leaves,
Flying across every shadow, every glimmer.
It's like my own magic,
My special moment to escape.
Sometimes it happens and I am called back to reality,
Sometimes, I find my way back on my own.
But every time after, I smile,
Because I relearned something I already knew,
I recognized something remarkable in the ordinary,
And I find the true treasures of the day.
Insane? Sure, if you don't understand,
Drugs? Never touched them in my life,
But let me tell you this, there is nothing like becoming air.
There is nothing like it in the world.
And every moment spent in reality,
My spirit longs to be free exploring what it's already seen.
NewbornClose your eyes and listenNewborn3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And soon enough you'll hear
The heartbeat of a newborn
Beating fast and clear
Innocent and curious
A newborn wants to know
The big world that surrounds it
And who is friend or foe
A newborn calf is precious
Just like a newborn pet
It needs its mother with it
To love and to protect
So why do you forget this
When you buy meat and cheese?
A calf is not a cat or dog
But it deserves to breathe
A newborn needs much space to grow
Regardless of what species
A newborn needs to have good health
Not cages caked with feces
A calf that's torn from its mother
Two short days after birth
A calf that's born just to be killed
For more veal to be served
No animal deserves to have
A life of so much pain
When it causes so much disease
You have nothing to gain
So please make the connection
Every time you eat a steak
It may be your own choice
But is it your own life to take?
My Label/ Hi, My Name Is...Sometimes I think I need to wear a label,My Label/ Hi, My Name Is...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That will tell you what is wrong with me
"Hi, My Name Is:
Easily loving, falls to quickly, doesn't know when to stop, tries her best but can't succeed, and only wants to hold someone's hand to feel that hand on her shoulder when she cries "
The ink would be smudged across as if written in haste, a couple letters bolded in spots as if trying to fix a mistake So many mistakes
The edges would be peeling as if to forget I ever existed all together
Sometimes, I think I need to wear a warning
So you will know ahead of time that I'm too broken to repair too lost to be found too hurt to heal and pretend to smile, often .
So that when you don't like what you read, I can just tear it away, and write another
But no matter what I try, my name is always the same .
I want.I want to map out the night sky on your body.I want.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to find the constellations in your freckles,
And trace the shadows on your skin with the pads of my fingers.
I want to learn the way you breathe through my hands,
Feel your diaphragm collapse and expand under my palms.
I want to kiss down the knobs of your spine,
Until I have all of the dips in your back memorized.
I want to learn the secret of how you laugh,
And catch it before it gets the chance to escape.
I want you and your imperfections,
And I want it forever.
SeveredI lost my heart on the edge of eternity.Severed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dropped it off there thinking we would come back.
Thinking we would come through, but we broke paths.
We lost our maps, we lost each other.
Juliet's Curse,My Own...Music used to be my aideJuliet's Curse,My Own...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now it only makes it worse...
A star-crossed lover by trade,
This longing heart a curse
How is it possible to feel this much pain
To go to sleep crying his name,
Someone please, I'm begging you,
Tear out my heart, stitch up the skin.
It's like a venomous hole burning through my lungs,
A boiling thrum through my veins,
Hot tears cool my skin, and taint my tired lips,
I'm begging you, tell me the cure
Where is the cure that Juliet swallowed?
What is the potion that let her sleep?
And did she feel like me .
I'm begging someone, anyone,
To tell me how how to breathe and sleep again,
Because even though I've tried, and tried
The infection is still devouring my soul,
And forbidding me to let go .
I Won't Exist...I sit here on a sunken bed,I Won't Exist...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by bright, meaningless colors,
The room itself numbed by patterns and details,
So many treasures,
So many "important" awards, trophies,
So many perfectly stacked books,
So many perfectly arranged pictures of a perfectly posing girl,
All of it means nothing, NOTHING!!!
And yet everything
Every little freaking thing in this little freaking room,
Is a part, a piece, a puzzle,
Of my existence All of this is me as I exist in their eyes .
Sometimes I just want to sweep my arm across the dresser,
Throw everything to the floor,
Watch the cheap perfume bottles shatter, sending hazy fumes into the air.
Sometimes, I just want to stab a knife through the paintings,
ripping straight down and leave the canvas flying.
Breaking all the sculptures, decided I won't exist anymore.
Sometimes, I just really want to break these windows I sleep by,
And slip my pale legs through the shattered glass.
I want to hold the match and let it lick my finger,
It Was Never Our WarI lay there,It Was Never Our War4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
neither living nor dead;
another casualty of your war.
We never died, you know,
just faded to souls in casts.
I can still smell the disinfectant.
The doctor came to tell me,
I would be okay.
I would live.
But how many more
shall you take
away this night?
Did you mean to play the hunter.
I saw them fall
and disappear, one by one.
I played the role I thought I needed.
Don't believe my lies.
The knife in deep, I made my sacrifice.
It was never our war.
It was never my fight.
You made it so.
New LeafI've shelled away my coat of lies,New Leaf2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and set my heart out in the straw,
for the birds to peck and squabble over
my mistakes and flaws.
It's colder now without the dust
that has clung to me for years.
The broken hearts that broke forever:
the muddy stinging tears.
Please, do not forgive me
for the flaws I used to flaunt.
I am now not singular,
and I can bear the taunts.
But think of the coat of lies I shelled
and the heart I left to waste.
Watch them wither and decay,
As I softly fly away.
Broken.Ah, mum. You do choose the most lovely moments to drop whatthefuckery bombshells. Huddled in a seat at London Euston, scoffing Motilium, and feeling like death, I hear her state simply:Broken.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"I don't think I love him any more."
Sure. I knew that. Didn't I? I knew. I know a lot of things about them. Sometimes I think I must see them more clearly than either of them see each other. But saying it out loud feels wrong. To make it more than a fleeting thought dismissed in passing... it's like dropping a heavy stone into a still lake and watching all the gunk and dirt rise to the rippling surface.
There's always been an unspoken belief for me. That even if we hated each other, raged and screamed and hurt each other, there was still love there underneath all the fire. I never had a doubt that if a gun was pointed at dad my mum would step in front of him without even thinking, and vise versa. Through all the painful bullshit they've always said they still love the other. Hate and love twist