Frozen Obligationsyour hand on the door, you whisper
with breath reeking of buyer's remorse
"it's better this way,
you need a guy who won't make you cry
you need a guy who wants to stay"
and you believe it
goosebumps spread on your arms
from the chill of frozen eyes
and words can't make it better, but
"it never would have worked, anyway
you need more than I could ever give.
you deserve better than me."
and you don't acknowledge your broken logic.
(because once, you would've given the world.
but pouty lips and honeyed words aren't
as sweet as you remembered.)
and maybe you've convinced yourself
that if you're so eager to leave,
it's truly for the best
you once fulfilled all those needs.
when times get tough
it's not enough
that fragile hearts are made of glass
because maybe you've convinced yourself
you deserve better.
"I really did care about you"
you liked the way your heart fluttered,
but you know it's nothing
special. that patterned excitement
in your chest, that once
blue and gold are not just colorsshe had been blue-sightedblue and gold are not just colors2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dawn cracked her forehead.
it was the dress she wore on his funeral
the color of her school flag
the shine in her father's eyes;
she waited in blue and gold.
no, she refused to set a bar
life didn't just come to her.
she earned her place
in her mother's womb
when each blood vessel questioned her
each nerve ending, if she could live
and each antibody, if she was worth it.
see, she doesn't need new dresses.
she has a memory
for each of hers in her locked closet.
she may not wear all of them
(and most she cringes at the sight of)
but her heart
every time bits of her old life
show unconnected dots
she forces back together.
yes, she waited in blue and gold.
but not for you
you threw a smile at her face
that was never hers to take
but you love your girls vulnerable
and you love your numbers copious.
there's a great chance she
hates those colors now
because everyone who waits outside her window
fails to notice there's no movement
I'll Be There When the Wind BlowsiI'll Be There When the Wind Blows1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
one day I'll be nothing but a whisper
in the swollen sky, which ebbs and flows
whenever you choose to open your eyes
this voice will be lost in the onslaught,
and I'll fade into my greatest fears
my thoughts have been known to shatter
on occasion, into fine powder
that scatters in the face of execution
I always worried roots grown in unstable ground
and remembering the way my body was built
would free the catastrophes sighing within me
it's easier to succumb to future's inevitabilities
that welcome you with undefined arms
sometimes I release pieces of myself
because I don't like the story they tell
about the history written in my palms, unrelenting
I wait these weighted hours until darkness ascends
where night sings lullabies of lands
that I never quite belonged to
one day the moon will shine a little too bright,
and I will evaporate into nothing but
a faint whisper, not worth the strain needed to hear
I will be lost in the transmissions
of those who meant more than me.
Dreams of an AngelI.Dreams of an Angel2 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
Stitching Wounds with Stringent FeelingsYou breathe me in with desperate, shriveled lungs--Stitching Wounds with Stringent Feelings1 year 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.
Floodgate EyesPlease promise me something better,Floodgate Eyes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
even if it is a lie-- sometimes believing
is enough. (sometimes knowing is too
much. tomorrow I will wake up
and travel a little farther down the road
to my own self-destruction. You are
I won't look back, I'm already wrapped up
in my fears of the moment. An intricate
web of justifications and anxiety is
tethering me to these uncertain feelings.
Would you finally cut me free
if I caved into you? Because
I think I'm getting close.
And I think I read the world all wrong,
but I can still play along.
because selling yourself short never did
anyone harm, and besides, I'm already
pretty cheap. I think tears used to be
worth something-- I forget.
(Sometimes a pit forms in my stomach
just to prove I've done something wrong.
It spreads like cancer, morphing me into
These moments have never meant less.)
I promised myself I wouldn't die until
I was strong enough to leave something behind.
Until then, I'll just reinforce my
Effortlessbreathe inEffortless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you don't remember why you cry when you're happy,
and smile when you're sad
you've begun to find answers
in the calluses of your fingers
and the cracks on the ground
that we built our lives around
you're alive more than ever
you don't remember what it means
when your eyes sting
and you think you know it all
until you see another day
you forgot the words
that you used to paint across the sky,
it doesn't look the same
now they are only regrets,
you are scared
where's the pulse in your chest
that you wrote your heart to?
As Insubstantial As Cigarette Smokei.As Insubstantial As Cigarette Smoke2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
they wrapped me through with police tape
before i was born;
yellow silk fetters entwined among
the arches of my ribs
and along the hollow bumps of my spine
like a warning
binding back what leviathan lay
in the dusk
i've searchedandsearched and never found it,
but they promise me,
(oh promise me it's there).
i've tried to call down the sun from up high
because i didn't like the way it made everything
i prefer the darkness.
(they've told me that's
where i belong,
hidden away for what
better purpose i have yet to
i'm drowning in shadows vague and empty,
and all the wrong words
i never gathered the courage to
because with each whisper
another remnant of what sky i used to know
comes crumbling down,
and i always bloody my hands
when i pick up the shards.
i tried to tell them
that everything falls to pieces.
they shook their heads
with jaded smiles
and told me not to worry.
but they are reflective, i say
Walls Come Tumblingyou've a soul of gold,Walls Come Tumbling2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a feat untold in our
lonely rusted world
you make clouds more
than a fable- you enable beaten down
dreams to finally soar
you have words like oxygen,
necessary to live, treasures
you would readily give
we wish upon them all who try to stand so tall.
in the end, why is it every person seems to fall?
I imagine your chest sings
all answers, which your mouth then
tries to translate and share
does your heart grow weighted
or are you really free?
if you're truly so wonderful,
why stick around
with the lost and found?
there's nothing nice to be.
we're tainted. broken. here,
backbones hold priority
over silken hands, a steady heartbeat
and eyes that really see.
those tongues who like the taste
of truth, even freshly born,
FragileHold meFragile2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My ribs stop breaking
My bones stop cracking
Hold me until
Stops crushing me.
Until I remember
How to align
Each trembling vertebrate,
To stand up straight.
Breathe life into me
With sugary words
To give my heart
Teach me how
To breathe again.
Dragon BreathI want to tell youDragon Breath2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you shine,
But I'm scared.
That you would shrivel,
Under the pressure
Of a compliment.
Because I know
You only live in rainstorms
But I've always thought
You were a dragonfly.
Your breath is fire
In my waterlogged soul.
Innocent Purgefingers not full grownInnocent Purge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
still manage to pull free
and a mother's fear
says the mom who has too many
worries and wrinkles for
her daughter of nine
tears spring forth
from wells not seen
since her own pitiful choices
"you're already beautiful,
and there are so many better ways
please, please, please
don't make my same mistakes"
tiny fingers just long enough
to grasp at insecurities
and struggle with feelings
I want to be pretty
drain her empty
in the filthiest of cleansings
the mind of a child can't comprehend irony,
and that is her only solution
"but mommy" she chirps
stained with promises of perfection
from a girl too young
to know the consequences
(or the reasons)
she smiles a broken smile
because she's almost there
and she's unaware
she lost part of herself she'll never get back
"please, don't do what I did.
please, don't be like me."
"but mommy," she says
"I already am"
and the cycle repeat
Justifications and Salted Smiles"I don't think I'm holding on any longerJustifications and Salted Smiles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm diving in.
I wish that you would see,
there's a magical land at the bottom of the ocean
where waterproof lungs let you be
everything you've dreamed.
You can bury underneath the sand
and not be found-
it's the land that's been promised to me
in late night whispers
and burnt tears
wasted on things that don't matter.
I know it's real,
broken minds can't lie
and I can feel it in my bones-
there's something more.
What other reasons would we live for?
They say you inhale saltwater
and exhale enlightenment.
The waves pour over you
and finally make you clean (pure)
No one knows where you are
so your problems don't follow
and neither does time.
It all fades away
until you disintegrate
like your worries.
You can only get there
with a heart that doesn't beat
because humans' empty brains
You need to be all the way gone
I want to go and find myself
and live the dreams I never had.
I swear, it's not that bad-
Watercolour WordsDrops of sea foam blue and sunflower yellow,Watercolour Words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
swirl, touch, combine in water,
reflected in your eyes
where words fell
like raindrops on a summer's day
into pools of the deepest green,
tainting emerald puddles
with veins of granite.
Reverse Polarity and a Little Bit of FateHe believed in angelsReverse Polarity and a Little Bit of Fate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She believed in lies
she was hummingbird-reminiscent
gifted with flight, she strayed from sight
and her secrets were hidden between her rapid wings
He counted his lucky stars
She cursed barren skies
her laugh resonated, hollow
it echoed off the walls she built
to keep intruders out
He fell for her, hopelessly
He dreamed only to make her smile
she pretended he didn't exist
still, he was drawn to her (like a moth,
to bad ideas)
She told him she was too far lost
(Though she was only in denial)
his eyes glinted, golden
bright enough to melt the frozen rock
she had called her heart
Despite her tries, she loved him, too
She decided to do something new:
she was cynical and jaded
he dreamed to touch
mermaid's lamentShe had the tongue to joke like the dolphins and to sing with the whales, but it is not the same as feeling sand through your toes or running along the landscapes like she witnesses while gazing from the rocks.mermaid's lament2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I want to have legs, like them." she would lament while combing seaweed from her hair and lounging among the reefs.
"But it is too dangerous, my daughter. Wouldn't you rather search for pearls and ride the currents?"
The insatiable desire for legs drove her to go further and further to the shore, where she could hear children laughing and musical instruments serenading the heavens.
"I want to have legs, and dance to the music played on the beaches, to pluck the strings of a harp to worship Mother Earth."
"You can twirl in the whirlpools, my lovely child, and sit along the waves to sing the songs of the whales."
Every evening, she rendezvoused with a young sailor. He brought her diamonds and told her secrets of the earth and sky. They kissed each night, but she must always leave
paper planesif i couldpaper planes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fold you up,
so you could
ears in the
shape of a
conch to hear
the sea of
eyes to your
feet, so that
the world above
is big and endless.
i will put
it on your
release you to
and let you
Sleeping Behind the WheelI want you to sing me a songSleeping Behind the Wheel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to erase all my preconceived notions
about life, love, and (listless?) dreams.
I want your voice
to conquer all my past--
the beast that plagues me.
I want you to whisper words so sweet
the day may finally rest.
Because I've been awake for years, now--
and I need a little sleep.
take me away--
redeem me with your notes
like fables, like promises,
like wishes made a million times before
take me away--
to that place between my mind and heaven,
that doesn't exist.
because there, I can be comforted
ignore the life I've spent
trying to tally all I've done wrong
I want you to write me a lullaby.
(I want you to lie)
I want to fall asleep
with a dream in my eyes
(instead of tears.)
and I want your thoughts to be
what gives that all to me.
There's got to be more than this, I don't want to just exist
WinterbleederCurled around alpine legs and caughtWinterbleeder2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
within hollows and inclines of pale skin,
she carries her endless winter always.
It settles upon frosted shoulders and
caps heavy-lidded eyes, clinging close to
the darkness of each snow-flecked breath;
lingering above cracked lips and the
remnants of a long forgotten warmth.
But darling, don't we deserve each other?
(She'd been Spring's child before Winter's whispers.)
Sky EyesDesert hands tell talesSky Eyes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a hundred arid summers, but
you are no longer as cloudless as they
(there is a storm
creeping through blue, blue veins).
But tell the sky to keep her sorrow,
that grey cascade blurring against
eyelids and horizons;
and suppress her misbegotten
droplets, seeping into the sodden
for there is still sun in your sky eyes.
Porcelain Ice, Human FireHow delicate you arePorcelain Ice, Human Fire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My dear porcelain doll.
With cruel, cold eyes you view the world.
With cruel, cold eyes,
Do you see me?
All I've longed for is warmth,
All I've received is coldness,
You are beautiful
But it's an ice beauty.
The beauty of an arctic landscape
Barren and white
It's hard to see if there's any life.
You are perfect
Not a single physical flaw
You view passion as a flaw
The fire in my eyes needs to be put out.
I should not be so emotional
So controlled by what I feel.
But that's the only way I know to live
Can you stop trying to change me?
I know logic is your love.
But that doesn't mean it's mine.
So let me feel for you.
Let me feel pain and sadness
All your sorrow and loneliness.
In exchange, help me out.
Get me out of situations
Out of predicaments,
With your beloved logic.
We'll call it a relationship,
Won't you like that label?
So nice and neat and precise,
Yet at the same time,
So loose and chaotic and b
all poets are used to deceitare you still savoringall poets are used to deceit2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the taste of deceit
off the edge
of your limerick tongue?
you know what i mean
you "poet of unusual sorts,"
chaotic green eyes
and skin of pale misfortune
leaving scents of sweet seas when oceans
begin to spite you.
yes, your silent panthers,
loyal only to the sound of sonnets
of broken piano chords
and keys and torn six-strings.
those slithe things will
prove to you
that betrayal is just eight letters
of pleasure undercover.
it's these little beauties that
will make you see;
every liar was an artist
and every poet was a whore,
just till the point
they owned you no more.
every limerick was a trap
and every stroke a cry;
and my every little breath,
sweet deceit strolling by.
The JumpThe Jump2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lights of the town are like a thousand fireflies
The fresh breeze like a gasp of relief
My heart beat is like the sound of trampling feet of children
My soul is like a wilting rose.
I saw the stars in your eyes
I felt your heart underneath my hand
Your breath tickles on my neck
Everything passed away.
Now I sit here
On the roof upon the town
I listen to the chasing cars
See the sparkling lights
Sense the wind through the cracks of my soul.
Why shouldn't I jump in to the sea of lights?
Maybe I'll be a star
Which shines with all the others
Or maybe everything comes to an end
Like hope did so long ago.
If I jump my problems wouldn't be solved
But they'd end.
If I jump I wouldn't have to stand that emptiness
Or the crack in my heart.
Then my soul can
Disappear like smoke
up to the stars
towards the sky.
Then I'll be a star
I could watch and protect you from up there
It'd be better that way
More accepted than a broken soul on earth.
Look towards the black night sky
Look to t
Stormingi. Summer rain fingersStorming2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
quietly trickle down cheek
bones and window panes.
ii. Eyes darken into
shadows until morning light;
the tempest remains.
SchizophreniaI can hear them. Can't you?Schizophrenia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The voices swirling outside my head,
The empty promises leaving me
I can see them. Can't you?
The beautiful wings
The pointed, black beaks
Both graceful, yet deadly.
I can't hear you
I can't see you
I can't touch you.
But you say you exist.
You urge me to do my best
To eat this pill.
There's nothing in your hands.
I place my hand on your shoulder
And feel nothing.
I hear them again.
Promises of peace and relaxation
A world without this anxiety.
Where is it, I ask?
'Come here, come here!' is all they whisper.
I see them again.
Deadly birds, all colours of the rainbow
Flying over my head
Painting the skies.
So beautiful, yet I wonder
'Why such cruel beaks on such beautiful birds?'
You are here again.
Forcing me to eat nothing
Though something falls down my throat.
You tell me to stay in my room.
But there are no walls around me.
Only my companions,
That is all that is in this world.