Break meBreak me into pieces and stab me in the back
Go ahead, sit and laugh
You don't understand, you never will
You don't care about the heart that you
Always kill, a thousand times over
Just break me down
Punch me in the face
Throw me around
'Til I'm six feet under ground
Abandon me, go ahead
Leave me here for dead
It's not like you care about me anyways
You just sit there
And mock me
Just leave me here to die
I'm going to be selfish and tell you my mind
You act like you care
But honestly, you don't
SparkA gaze is all it takes.Spark2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the one-sided spark flickers ablaze.
Thoughts crowd your mind, whispering ill fates.
Ignoring everyone, you stare, amazed.
Your heart beats faster with every step.
She seems familiar, though you've never met.
A gentle hand taps her on the arm.
She turns to you with a curious alarm.
An awkward moment passes, with silence flying by.
You gather up courage and simply say "Hi."
Another spark, it creates a whole flame.
Dancing like liquid, it burns all the same.
AgedThere's a picture of youAged2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in your tuxedo,
new wife on your arm and
you're only nineteen and
I am ashamed but
I wonder if she's pregnant.
And you are twenty two,
clothed in your bridal halo,
with a new-found surname
I can't pronounce.
We don't talk much but
I am happy for you.
You are headed towards fatherhood
and I've never met the mother, but
once you took me for a date and
things didn't click.
I can't help but wonder
if things were different,
if I would be
staring down that plus sign,
asking what the hell I was going to do
with two lives.
Even I am moving forward,
one year closer to the real world and
no longer playing dress-up
with my grown up clothes.
If my life was a chalk drawing,
the people in the background
finding lives that are too different
to fit into mine.
I feel old,
looking at my past like its over my shoulder,
and innocent simplicity
is the wind knocked out of my lungs.
One day I will wake up and stare down the morning,
wondering when hours turned
The SketchHe loses his first kiss in autumn. He's twelve, she's just turned thirteen, and at the time he isn't sure what all the fuss is about but knows how special it is anyway.The Sketch2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She's gorgeous, pale-skin, brown hair, dark eyes always filled with happiness and joy the way he wishes he could be. She doesn't want to be there any more than he does, and they grouse to each other about how they don't need a 'special school.' It's the first time he's worked up the courage to say it.
She carries a book too, just like his sketchbook, but she says it's a diary. It's hung with a little lock on the front and he jokes about it being the key to her heart, a little boy's poor attempt at flirting but she laughs anyway. He wants to hear that laugh again, and he does, when he shyly asks if he can draw her.
It's half-way through his sketch that she leans in and presses her soft lips to his. It's a little clumsy and awkward, given how she's standing up and he's cross-legged on the ground, and nowhere as romantic l
The Hardest WordThe Hardest Word2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I sat up late last night,
Battling with this grievous plight.
Some say words of love are arduous,
But how can those be when they are most desirous?
Some say words of hate are strenuous,
But how can those be when a relationship is poisonous?
So I sat up late last night,
Trying somehow to see the light.
No, here is what I would express without delay.
There are many words that are hard to say,
But the hardest are when someone wants to go away,
To have someone leave without duress,
And calmly wish you all the best.
Yes, to anyone that would say,
"I would hate to hear it that way."
I would simply counter,
"Try having someone smile and look you in the eye,
And calmly say goodbye.
But what's worse still...
You have to reply."
The hardest word is goodbye.