Leaveme.Leave3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I no longer house sanity
only ghosts that were never
told how to move on.
maybe we used to be the same,
but now your cracked reflection
only adds to my years of bad luck
you never counted the lines in my smile,
or the notes between my freckles,
you only measured me.
I'm something to get by on,
but I'm simply not enough.
my watered-down voice
is growing weaker.
and you feed me sugar pills
to diminish the pain
(these bones still bleed)
there are vultures in your eyes,
they know what's coming next
children call on saviors to vanquish demons
from their closets and I'm begging
the silent priests to
they didn't understand what I meant
when I said you stole my breath away
if I turn on the lights,
would you disappear like the times
when I needed help?
I live in waking fear of silence
(I know it's where you wait)
Are You There?Are you out there?Are You There?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are there any of us left?
Those who believe in love above all things
The dreamers, the sincere idealists
The passionate believers in true love
Those that are endlessly hopeful
Where are you all?
I'm searching for and struggling to find you
Wherever you are
Whatever you are doing
Please, let us bring to the world
Once again, our ideals
Our morals and our hope
For the world needs them
tonight's the nightand when I kissed hertonight's the night3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could feel a dry spot on her lip
and tasting of longing it disappeared,
under waves of desire unsatisfied.
and I like to hear her breathe
when she lies next to me
it sounds like comfort, closeness, warmth
the sounds of the city locked down inside her lungs.
(while I sleep like a car accident
restless with my discontent
and the uncouth images of her
within my arms, entwined with all my insecurity)
and I can hear the sound
of butterflies scraping against my chest
a gentle poisoning of a soft caress
the sorts of things that lovers do and don't forget.
metaphors should never make loveyou were allmetaphors should never make love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
bookends and spiderweb
but our fingers
were too fragile;
piano keys shattered,
and you kept on ending
maybe we haven't tasted
years of salt and construction-
but we can breathe in the details
(and all of its disaster)
Not SorryI'm sorry I'm a fuck-upNot Sorry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I don't do as I'm told
I'm sorry I'm not submissive and that your words don't stop me cold
I don't give fuck if you hate me
That's just the worthless slut that I am
I don't care if you don't love me
Its just another blow
I'll shrug it off and walk away
Because I just don't care anymore
I'm watching every dream I have ever had crumble down around me
Your fist keeps on striking me and I don't feel a thing
I'll tear up this paper
I'll break everything in sight until there's silence
And you shut your mouth
I won't stop this pain (this pleasure) until I'm restored
It's a dirty, filthy path
And I'm nothing but your whore
So I don't care if you destroy me
If your words continue to cut
I'll just keep on screaming back
Until you get enough
Good Girl"Good girl." He whispers quietly,Good Girl1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I sit alone so silently.
"Good girl." He says on a note
That I'm not even sure he wrote.
"Good girl." He says so fast,
Just like he has in days past.
"Good girl." Instead of bye,
Leaving me alone to cry.
"Good girl" is not "I love you,"
But say that, he'll never do.
"Good girl." For not talking.
"Good girl." For not asking.
"Good girl." He says no more,
For this good girl is out the door.
BadI don't think I've ever felt this badBad2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shaking so hard I can barely breathe
Curled up on an empty staircase with my head between my knees
I am dying you idiots.
I'm sitting here trying to rip open my arm with my nails
I'm trying to carve that damned word-worthless in
So that I never forget
You don't see
That none of it is fiction
You just keep thinking that everything is false
You snarl at me not to cry
And that makes me just like everyone else
Am I really so worthless?
Everyone would lead me here to die?
That not a single person would try and dry my eyes?
Am I so prideful, so self-deprecating
That I would rather take my life
Then reach out to you for help?
with her eyesshe undressed him-with her eyes11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
crept up beneath his shirt as a loft breeze
and allowed the wind to swallow their unnecessary layers
letting her fingers be wary she grazed his marble slab skin
pirouetted atop his collarbones
threw her full self into a tour jeté,
floating along his abdomen
and landed atop his belt buckle.
silently she slipped her palms
(eager with sweat)
beneath his jeans
and nested her head at his chest
to find his pulse thrumming,
parallel to hers.
her hunger began insisting through the pores of her skin,
flooding out in an attempt to feed.
she glanced at him, beneath him, onto him and into him.
her eyes submerged in his honey skin and she inhaled a heavy breath,
and as he finally looked into her eyes she-
rushed to turn her gaze, embrassed he had caught her staring.
Dear MoonNothing is worseDear Moon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Than when you are new
The night is so vapid
Without that delicate light
Being cast upon us
But it's not so bad
At least, not anymore
For now i have someone
That reminds me of your allure
When you are absent from the sky
I long for your return
So maybe you'll return the favor
And remind me of her
Too Earthbound to Fly11pm.Too Earthbound to Fly10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He's riding a bus
that he didn't even know
ran this late.
next to a she,
a she he knows
he shouldn't love,
but one he can't
say he doesn't.
She's leaning against him,
hair draped on collarbone,
it'd been a long day.
He felt the warmth
of her hoodied head
pressing against his shoulder,
and he rested his head
all he wanted to do
was to hold her close
and stop time in its place.
But it kept going.
They came to their station.
And said their goodbyes.
And she gave him a kiss.
And he was happy,
because he was just too realistic;
too grounded to fly,
too earthbound to dream.
that the magic
that happened today
would be gone the next.
Today was a precursor
and he couldn't
of that nothing