And sometimes that's all there isOnce there was a young girl who believed in three things: breathing, dying, and true love. Three basic things, that shouldn't be too difficult. What she didn't realize was that they are all intertwined. We breathe to escape death, while we also breathe to die. Then true love gives us breath, but true love lost causes us to die even slower and painfully so. No, she did not know it then but she most certainly does now; for she has breathed and loved and died all at once and then altogether. Inhaling only to exhale, breathing only to love, and loving only to die.
Our LoveEven the strongest winds cannot move such little thingsOur Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like the smooth pebbles on soft sand
Maybe our love?
If it was large
It would be easier to get carried away in the wind
But what if it had weight
As heavy as star
Reflected by the seas
Then wouldn't it get washed away or extinguished?
So maybe a pyramid
High into the sky
But how would we be able to climb it?
How about a small scarlet glass heart
Maybe thats how our love is
It's not incredible
It simple but works
Just Another Lonely NightJust Another Lonely Night2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm torn apart
Your games been played
You've won again
Brutality at its finest
A black hole in place
Of what had me whole
Searing pain of death, alive
Tearing another hole
Your bullet hits home
Who's That Girl?Who's that girl?Who's That Girl?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the bloody nose
And a broken heart
But nobody knows
How she's suffered
How she's cried
When she's left alone
And her dreams had died
Who's that girl?
All by herself
Who hides her feelings
On a shelf
Who is she
What's her name
It's a crime
And a shame
That when that girl
There's not a friend
For her to be found
That girl is crying
But no one cares
The world turns
Its face unawares
She's looking for love
She wants a friend
She has high hopes
But in the end
She's left with nothing
She's flat on her back
Her heart just broke
With a loud crack
But no one heard it
No one cares
No one knows
The pain she bears
Who is that girl
Why is she here
Why do her eyes
Start to tear
What's wrong with her
Why is she sad
Is her life
Really that bad
It doesn't matter
Who really cares
About the pain
That girls bears
A Mortal LoveI watch as your wings breakA Mortal Love2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And you realise that all your dreams are fake
From sleep you wish that you will never wake
But I'll take your hand when you are falling
And to the sky they'll hear us calling:
"Death will conquer all except for us!"
I lie close to you, dear
And listen as you scream of all you fear.
The hell that life has brought you this past year
The day grows old as you sit and wonder
But thinking tears your heart asunder
And I pick up the pieces of your love.
You cry into the night to save you
But all the terrors seem to choke you
And when you find the lights have gone out
I will take your hand and lead you home.
I watched as you fell down
And to the demons around you you succumbed
I cried in anguish for the things I'd done.
As I saw our lives in paper boxes
I turned to leave and do the kindest
Thing I thought I could, and ran away.
But you followed me here
Through hell and high water you faced it all,
So now we'll lie in Heaven until they call
Us back down to earth and t
Eternal loversIn the dark, dark night,Eternal lovers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hiding from any source of light,
two lovers hold their hands tight.
Like that night in the past,
thinking their love would always last.
Their feelings and passion so vast.
How very wrong they were.
They didn't know how or where,
but destiny knew the end was there.
They used to laugh together
and dance at the music whenever,
but music ceased and laughter stopped forever.
Affection turned into coldness,
and into rage what used to be harmless.
And at last, love turned into darkness.
Now there is no tomorrow,
all that's left is sadness and sorrow.
Where once was a heart it is now hollow.
That night, the night of their downfall,
that night when destiny finished it all.
Rage and fighting, they took each other's soul.
Soon they realized their mistake,
but death was there their lives to take.
One last wish they were granted to make.
To lie forever next to each other,
holding the hand of their lover.
Their wish was granted, the night was over.
In the dark, dark night,
Sonnet IIIWhat a woeful waste of time she saidSonnet III3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As she grimaced at my youthful verse,
Foolish is the work that forgets the purse
For every man ought to earn his bread,
And saying no more she quietly fled
Away from my pen's impalpable curse,
For when my mind in muses did immerse
Alas! I confess she was to me; dead.
While her beauty was still untouched by time,
The years would in time play their timeless part,
And how cruel be I to love her prime
And upon its ruin, listlessly restart,
Instead I dwell upon the ageless rhyme
For this airy heart belongs to the art.
Bend to EndThere's a small crackBend to End2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the surface of my heart
And each word you utter
Forces it apart.
You're supposed to mend it
And pull it back together
But all you've ever done is
Make sure it stays forever.
And as I lay here
Listening to you shout
My heart starts to bleed
As streams of tears break out.
As my heart bleeds out
My life takes another bend
And with one last breath
I beg for it all to end.
Happily Never AfterI never really fell for you;Happily Never After4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
only your lies--
the lies that you wove like a silken, sinuous web
under my skin, and
around the pieces of my stupid, naive heart--
I was beautiful,
I was special,
I was your girl.
Those strings that you held me with,
dangling me like a puppet with all your
pretty little words and your
tricky little games--
and the glamourous facade of us
hung from them like drops of morning dew
[because we were never as beautiful or
as brilliant as a sunset]--
But it was real once, I know:
Once upon a splendid time
when we held hands
CruxI’m only sure of two things:Crux2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I still carry pieces of your cross on my back and
lilies were your favorite flower
Those last three months-
A silent drive home from the mall
purse full of stolen makeup
Dinners with my family where no one
bothered to make the conversion
Endless hours spent looking at paint samples
and I was smart to not buy the brushes
The line at the liquor store blended
with the lines on the road
At the same time with you
Then it was summer and you talked me into a country drive. We stopped on the side of the road to watch a cow giving birth in the center of a pasture. But, the calf never rose to its wobbly legs or felt the heat of the Indian summer….it never tasted dandelions.
The mother stood by the calf’s body
long past nightfall
and I stood by yours
long after that
Was this what we meant when we said forever?
BabyWe can make friction baby,Baby3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we can stay up all night.
Kiss my skin baby,
hold me tight.
Let's create tension baby,
let's cut it with a knife.
Come here closer baby,
I want to feel your breath.
Touch me there baby,
it'll make everything right.
We don't have to figure out everything now baby,
It can wait.
the girl with love in her bonesHer lips are a smoky colorthe type of chapped things with paled, cracked edges and words hanging off, clothed by the least incessant whines and the most liberating cries. They're somewhat extended and exemplified through the cigarette in her moutha thin figure held between the sticks of her fingers with filtered lips of its own, ashing edge, a paled body, and a slow burning with every breath. The grayed portions fall off in a dirty, snow rubble on the sidewalk, burning into it, leaving small holes by her feet.the girl with love in her bones3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I don't understand," I say.
She sighs, breath coming out white, warm in the icy air. "It's a human thing." Her eyes are red, raw around the skin, and her corneas glint blue above the thick smoke, like a cat'sexcept it wasn't darkness, but the exhaust of flameclouds before morning rain, the lights of a city blaring through the smog of night.
"I still don't understand."
"It's liberating," she says, and I can see her eyes on mine. Her nose is flushed red lik
Frostbitten DeathThin blue lipsFrostbitten Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are pressed against
Her quivering ones
As the snakes
He calls his arms
Wrap around her waist
His skin is made of ice
That has never known
She can feel the frost
In his breath
Creep down her spine
In the form of violent shivers
As the fallen tears
Freeze upon her
Tear stained cheeks
And shatter into a million pieces
His hands explore
Her frostbitten skin
Craving the feeling
Of her blood upon
His finger tips
Frozen fingers trail across her chest
Where her heart used to be
But he took that away
And buried it deep beneath
Filthy piles of snow
In the frozen earth
Along with feeling in
Her finger tips
His eyes are of the coldest blue
Time begins to slow
When he looks deep into her eyes
freezing her with fear
As he breaks into a breathtaking
Smile full of icicles
The perfect weapon
For a chilling murder
She couldn't feel his
Frozen teeth upon her neck
For she had lost all feeling
The day she fell victim
To the ice storm of his gaze
HarborShe'll have blue eyesHarbor2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the seagulls
because she'll know how it must be
to fly in the salt-kissed air
and only see water for miles
and love it.
she'll want to taste the ocean
in the wind,
a particle of Calypso's tears
for every life lost at sea
and she'll want to save every snail and turtle
she can get her long, pale, fingers on.
She'll never wear shoes
because she'll need to feel the sand
hugging her toes on the shore
the damp ocean water tenderly touching
her bare ankles.
She'll chase after the water-line
more than she chases her dreams
because perhaps a life underwater
is her dream.
There will be something
about the way she stands to face
the Atlantic and Pacific
that will make you think
she stands on twin wooden pillars.
And her smile that will look out
to the fading and shining horizon
will remind you about her
and how every faint sound she makes
is like the slits and cracks and whispers
of the boardwalk.
Navy men and Sailors will ask her
for her na
wanderlust and found hearts in my dreams we're holding handswanderlust and found hearts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with our fingers ribbon-laced
we're jumping off these martian cliffs
wrapped in sunlight's embrace
we're diving in poseidon's sea
where life source abundantly flows
we're sharing secrets with the stars
gazes transfixed on heaven's glow
i find no better company
to travel with eternally
than you who makes me see
how much beauty lies in me
we soar across the nebulae
and i hold my heart in hand
how i wish i could save some stardust
as if sparkling specks of sand
to land with you on planet venus
and be struck by eros' arrows
would complete my life's desires
to still be rubbing nose to nose
even after all our teeth expire
How did I love you?How did I love you?How did I love you?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Intensely, immensely, densely to the point of stupid, I think the naked baby had it in for me, little cupid.––Struck me with the bow, the poison started slow, then it caught momentum and began to grow, took over like a ball of snow, quite the blow, but now I know, it was just a once-upon-a-time-ago.
How did I love you?
Let me count the ways, actually let me count the days, the overnight stays, wakin' up to blaze, to sustain a decent daze–– I guess we'll chalk it down to just a phase.––
That lasted years, building fears releasing tears, downing beers, forcing happiness back in gear, oh dear, the end is near, afraid to see us clear––
Incase we saw, our frozen love, began to thaw, yet we stuck around for more.––
We were happy, unless we weren't, too close to the flame, we got burnt, it took us years, we finally learnt––
To call it quits, it was on the fritz, no longer fit–
We are the broken ones.kiss my scars tonight,We are the broken ones.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i will dream in your arms
of stars shining bright
Because the world is in flames around us
Flames as bright and blinding as the sun
The world is in storms around us
Those storms are deafening and loud while we run
Don't you believe me
Won't you believe me
Let us be brave and
Cry our tears away
These aren't lies,
They are battle cries,
We will make it through
I will see you through
The sadness, through the pain
We are the broken ones. We are the torn.
We are the homesick ones, we are the worn.
Tell me you'll love me when the sun turns blue,
Tell me you'll love me like the garden spruce,
We are the broken ones, we are the shattered
We are the warriors, bloody and battered
Tell me you'll love me when the oceans are dry
Tell me you'll love me when I can't even cry
We are the broken ones.
We will make it through.
even so.you were my eternal bad feeling.even so.1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
that lingering kick in my gut, from not knowing what stupid or self destructive thing you would be doing today.
you drank too much, and i tired to pry too many bottles out of your hands in the time i loved you.
not to say i dont still love you, but its different now. its a habit, or just the leftovers of the real thing. somewhere it got too much, the nights got too long, and i was fighting you more than i was fighting for you. the odds were stacking up against us, and i knew i had to get out of there before they buried us.
so i let them bury you.
He only spoke to me in lettersWhen we were together he only spoke to me in letters.He only spoke to me in letters1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Endless cascades of oscillating, interconnecting words.
With those words he built a portrait of me,
An amaranthine masterpiece of superb fiction,
That twisted around my cold white frame,
Caressing the delicate bones at the small of my back,
As he made me the subject of his desire.
When it got dark and I couldn't read those letters,
He would take me in his arms in the dark night,
And his hands would be as strong as his words.
His lips move against mine but he makes no sound,
No cries as his breath quickens and catches.
And as the light tumbles in, he closes his eyes.
When I awake, the bed is awash with letters,
And he left behind an indent in the pillow.
There was the story there, of our life,
From the minute we met, to when we die.
Hand in hand, in a field of tiny white daisies.
And on the last page he had written,
"This is how it would have been,
If I could have stayed."
Let me be your poem.Let me melt the cold pain from your skin, transform into the sun and heat your hurt––so it evaporates into white clouds of hope that inspires the trees to sway.Let me be your poem.1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Let me touch you like the first story I've ever read in brail, after deciding to go deaf before letting another sound replace your voice.
Let me shatter every tiny ounce of doubt from your being, using the weight of my love for you–– to demolish it's once relevant place in your thoughts.
Let me carve holes in to the night sky, so you can see how my universe revolves solely around you, making the moon shine bright with jealousy.
Let me fly you to the nearest nebula, so we can finally be as high as this love makes me feel.
Let me drive you crazy like a mirage in a desolate desert, making you crave it so much you imagine it in front of you, dying for a taste.
Let me be the sun to warm you and you can be the rain to cool us down, and we can make the sky blush a million different colours.
Let me be the baseli
braille.her paperthin skinbraille.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
bear the scars from within
& his hands seek
all that his eyes fail to satisfy.
he'll try to read her like braille -
he is too blind
to see otherwise.
actions may speak louder than words
but his touch has little worth
to someone who knows it can't
if his thirst is quenched
by mere touch,
he doesn't care too much
& if he is too poor of himself
then is she too cheap?
why does he explore each scar
like it's a prize
for him to keep?
an eye for an eye
would leave the whole world blind
but what do you do
if you want to leave the whole world
snapped."you willsnapped.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
be my books
open on my bed
with freckled words
bound to your
with stories tucked
into the chapped areas
of your lips, open
your spine crooked
holding your body
to a collection
of sodden bones, like
the soggy pages
of all the stories
you once told me
in the nights so dark
we couldn't read,
above the beating
of the paper and ink
in your chest
where you said
the thing about
what you see
and feel and be
does not have
and the best part
is the stories
will be there
into the pages of
Silenceit's like water slipping through your fingersSilence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or the stub of a cigarette bud going out
like the color of the sky right after the sun sets
or the drip drop of the water of a leaky faucet
like a roller coaster — only broken
it's a silent cry for help that is never spoken.
Empiricismshe grits her silver scalpel teethEmpiricism2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
runs spectral fingers through
alloy lungs, she's
dressing in hypocrisies, she's
stretching amber bones &
laughing & it tastes like
tragedy is written out of
mucilage & bathos
she will craft you out of integers & alkaline fluids
(she's a connoisseur of kids like us).
Her Darkness Before the Always DawnDirty words can’t hideHer Darkness Before the Always Dawn1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
What you pull into your lungs.
The dark filth that creeps out:
It’s burned into your bones.
She constantly coughs it up
Just to swallow it down again,
He shuts his eyes to her smile
But his embrace is all the same.
Their world is a crashing inferno-
Empty attic minds full of ghosts.
All seems quiet for a minute,
Then a spray of what they fear most.
A blazing flash of black,
She screams for what she once knew.
Rotten wood encases her past,
Buried six feet beneath fading boots.
The stars are falling from the sky
But the night will carry on.
He kisses her scars, one last goodbye
Before the always dawn.