CrispTell me you love me
the way you love the sky when it rains.
Would that be a lie?
Then move on, move away,
let my clouds thunder
and my blood pour,
I am sick of this weather
but I'm even more sick of you;
diseased with a molding horizon
dancing along my hips,
I am ready for winter
so let it snow, bitch.
Love slipped through my handsWhen the stars collapsed--Love slipped through my hands4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Chilled, your smile
w a r m e d
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,
catch a falling star, put it in your pocketthere's something about those little brokencatch a falling star, put it in your pocket3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dreamer girls with misproportionate promises
and lingering whispers,
who walk like angels, lost, and trying
to find a way back home;
whose hearts bleed abnormally loud
and resonant- those girls with
shadows like ghosts [dead and haunting],
that make them a flavor
to taint your tongue.
if you listen close, you can hear the
unraveling words that once knit the hollow space
between their bones,
you can hear their shallow sighs like
sun sets for a final time.
you can hear their ticking time bomb lungs
and you can touch their secrets, because they
wear them on their skin. not like wounds,
more like sun kisses or wispy tattoos
ingrained into who they are; you won't know
what they mean until you connect the dots
and find answers in their questioning stares.
they'd like to remain something unknown, because
they've identified the world as a disease- vile and
insidious, with the capability of sinking
underneath your flesh and changing who you are.
CosmologyShe left galaxies on his pillowcaseCosmology3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where she slept the night before
of make up colors,
smudged and smeared,
blurred by silent tears
the stars leaked out with the saline
along with the residue of dreams
that she never meant to have.
Chips of polish decorate his bed sheets,
from her chewed and broken nails,
after scratching at the too-low ceiling
and his too-close back
while she slept fitfully,
searching desperately for space.
you lied the night you kissed me.there is a thick exhaustion in the pit of my stomach, spreading to my shouldersyou lied the night you kissed me.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
till they hang and to my knees until they buckle. and I will sleep for days on end,
and when I wake up I didn't really.
I hate you dear, I hate you so.
because there is so much to do, I could travel to the other side of the country and
paint a portrait of a stranger and I could sit on top of someone's roof and look at the
stars with a boy I don't want to know and I could fall asleep in his bed and listen to
him playing guitar without clothes and he'd take me out for diner and anywhere I'd
want to go and we'd have sex in his car and on the trampoline in my back yard and
we'd eat at my grandparents with Christmas and it would never be enough because
he's everything you weren't.
I think I lost myself, I think I fell out that time you ran away holding onto me and my
skin tore. I looked for her in that empty hole in your chest cavity, but all I found was
lost so long ago, and you wouldn't show me where it went b
Pausing By The WineMarriage isPausing By The Wine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the frustration of reality
when the man who works the wine section
pauses in his tracks to make sure
you've found everything you "really need...are you sure?"
With a look that tells you
he finds you sort of beautiful
and you wonder how your life
might be different,
if any man other than this one
had ever looked at you like that.
we are all of us artwe are all of us artwe are all of us art5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by our wills
shading our eyes
sighs and hopes
chiseled into our skins
we are gradients
from start to end
to new beginning
we have penciled in
all the ever after
hanging paintings from the rafters
with chapters of artistic zen
we are each a calligraphic pen
have spanned the distance
we fill the skies and sea
with prose and poem
and fashion new designs
from cirrus borne
our very forms
are swirling paints
and ordered space
and twirling ornate bone
we are the details
we call our own
we make this canvas blank
The Forgotten SonLucifer was damned to hell,The Forgotten Son3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sent there alone to bleed and roast,
Yet no one prayed for his forgiveness,
The one sinner who needed them most.
The devil lost all he once had,
With nothing but a cursed, sneered name,
Spat upon and thrown away,
His misdeeds now his only fame.
No one praised him through his hardships,
No one smiles 'til he's gone,
I walk the path of thorns with him,
With Satan, the Forgotten Son.
cadavershe was born with arctic lipscadaver3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and overcast skin.
her hair fell like fresh snow
and she was far too thin.
her bones in locked closets,
joints creaked and shrieked
like a rotten floorboard
under gossamer feet.
defeatheredand this is where we bury our hearts,defeathered2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
between self-defeating personality disorders
and burnt bridges and midnight ramblings
we promise ourselves aren’t true;
embedding our memories in forsaken homes
like it is a conscious decision to shed
our wings (reptiles don’t fly)
and maybe I am the monster of every
myth: wide-eyed and jagged toothed and
looking to regain a piece of myself the
world borrowed, many moons ago
as I falter and stumble over my own unaware
feet, wreaking havoc, reeking of self-acquittal--
all I ever wanted to do was belong.
dreams are flaws much like the hearts we
flaunt on our sleeves, and I seem to
have lent all mine away; I am
something entirely ignorant, in the dark,
believing fingers fumbling can find answers.
they never told me reflections are backwards
and the world spins the wrong way and
hurricanes are really an embodiment
of all our own withdrawals:
but one day, these walls will crumble,
and I will learn to breathe in dust.
The tenderness that's herWith every word written, with every word spokenThe tenderness that's her3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I try my best to express myself, without it being broken
For what I feel is deep in my heart, is love that I want to be showing
Every day it develops, every day I feel more loving
Is the tenderness of passion, which I’ve never felt before
A feeling that I got from a girl who I truly adore
Beautiful as a rose and gentle as a peaceful dove
My heart gets filled with warmth, a feeling I describe as love
She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve seen, that’s as simple as I can be
So very cute and filled with joy, she’s the only girl who I want to see
Her adorable smile that always cheers me up, she’s the only one I need
She’s everything I ever wanted, I thank god that he gave her to me
Love is FireLove is like Fire, Consuming, Unquenchable.Love is Fire3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It will reach it's objective, no matter what is placed in it's path.
Time, Space, People, Things.
It will Burn away everything, until it reaches its Object.
Or, will Consume it self.
I'm Never SorryI'm Never SorryI'm Never Sorry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I was in second grade I had a best freind
She was the only person in class who was nice to me
I was shy and she was freindly and we stayed together all the time
When I was in third grade we had to be in different classes
But she still slept at my house and I still played dolls with her when she got her first American Girl
In fourth grade we were still in seperate classes
But we had lunch when we were allowed outside and she shared her potato chips with me, because I didn't like mine
When we were in fifth grade things started to change
We were still in seperate classes but something new happened
I started seeing her less
And the next year I was in a different school
And we didn't see eachother very much
I didn't have any freinds at my new school, and she was completely alone at her's
And I talked to her on the phone sometimes, whenever I wasn't busy, and we tried to keep eachother together
I begged my mom to transfer back to her school
I didn't like my new one
Empty Hands.Heed this now as I stand here,Empty Hands.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For my lungs bleed with every tear.
I hear dark wings as they beat behind me,
But are they passed, or approaching fast?
Or could these broken feathers be,
Mine of a damned eternity?
I come to you under knife and rain;
None are here but us and my pain.
So enlighten me now of the eternal gain,
Or withdraw more and watch your very own slain.
WhispersI quietly whisper:Whispers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Please help me!
It's cold, I'm freezing."
And then the answer comes:
You'll warm yourself alone!"
When was it being easy,
To ask for help alone,
And never got some help,
That people always want?
The whispers slowly fade,
The answer never came.
The coldness got so strong,
My heart just simply stopped.
The whisper that I said so cold
Makes no difference to them.
And I am scared, that I will freeze
Until the whisper slowly fades.
"Please help me, I am cold!"
I scream just to be heard.
But what's the reason being scared,
When no one hears you cry?
"It's cold. I'm freezing "
I whisper once again
And answer is the same:
"You're strong. You'll warm yourself alone."
I wish, the help I asked for,
Would come to me like whisper slow.
I wish the words, that I spoken scared,
Would make them want to help.
Is It Worth It?Relationships are built on honesty and trust right?Is It Worth It?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can confide anything to the other person and know that they won't say a word to anyone, and they can do the same to you. It doesn't matter who or what about, what time of day or night. They're your anchor, your shoulder to cry on, the person who'll be there through it all.
But what do you, or even can you do, when you can either tell them the truth and hurt them, or lie to them and not be honest at all?
Do you risk losing your friend? Or do you keep what you cannot say and let it eat away at you?
Why does it hurt you the most to say what cannot be said?
And when the other person goes and walks out of your life, was it worth it? was the pain and the tears, the sadness and agony searing throught your veins worth it?
Am I Finally Good Enough?I wiped away your tearsAm I Finally Good Enough?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stayed up with you all night
I fought away your fears
To make sure you were alright
I was the one
Who always stood by your side
I was always there
To be the one you confide in
I moved mountains
When nobody else could
I held you in my arms
When nobody else would
Am I finally good enough
To be worthy of your love...?
Or is there something more
That you're still waiting for...?
.I have fallen in love with a boy who keeps a notebook..2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I see him, from the corner of my eyes, drafting lines of poetry.
Sometimes he draws the stars, and all the moons of Saturn, and the lines of my face.
He fears the day the pages will run blank.
But I know they will never.
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
Excuses to fall in LoveDo you remember those times we spent together, when love was in the air?Excuses to fall in Love3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When every spring seemed to be full of flowers and summer was breezy. When monsoons came with passionate thunderstorms, and sweet smelling rain and winters meant warm embraces and lingering kisses.
There was a special seat for us in the park where we used to go. A creeping, blossoming bower that filtered the rays of the sun, as if to let lovers be cradled in the gentle laps of breeze. The winds carried the fragrance of a myriad of blossoms, warm and calm. I used to rest my head on your shoulders, as you traced the curves of my face with your fingertips. Our breaths used to be the only sound we heard. I understood then that soul mates could sit for hours without the need to exchange words.
Monsoon used to be my most anticipated season, when we used to sit and get drenched in the carefree downpour. The way your lips tasted of raindrops and the scent of wet earth. We used to sit and kiss for hours, as if w
The BetrayalHe was in love, she was not,The Betrayal3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He would do anything for her pleasure,
She would draw him into her charms,
Capturing him as prisoner inside her deceiving tricks,
He fell for her immensely as he landed face-first onto the solid ground,
His heart was so innocent and pure,
And her heart was an obscure void that carried artic winds,
He would tell her how she was able to brighten his day and how glad he was to have her,
She would say the same but not once did she ever mean it,
He would carry her across any threshold just so walking won't ever be a burden,
He would climb a range of mountains to locate that one flower that she adores,
He would swim into the depths of the oceans to find a pearl that could do her justice,
He would do anything to flaunt his love for her
Yet, what did she ever do for him?
He felt this chill whenever he stood by her side,
But out of blind ignorance, he never did notice,
She was so cold, and she was a woman with a malicious spirit,
She felt and feels no guilt, and the
sea sweptpoor, lovely symphony,sea swept1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you've fallen in love with a shipwreck
and are doomed to be dragged out into her sea;
you're just a boy, drowning in the saltiness
of her bitter tears - shed to stain her ink-smudged misery -
and i know you taste her pain
as if it were your own.
Dear HumanDear Human,Dear Human3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You continue to write in me. You take a pen and mark my pages with memories. Why do you do this? I cannot help you; I cannot accompany you through your life. You will write in me and then what you write will stay hidden beneath my cover. These words do not solve any of your troubles, or make any of your joys greater. Why do you continue to write? I do not care what happened to you on March 16th, be that March 16th in 2002 or March 16th in 2012. I do not care.
I do not care what happens from day to day, the world outside which I have not seen in years. I am shut in a drawer in a desk that never changes. I do not know the people whose names you scrawl, sometimes with hate, which fills me, sharp words, sharp tip of the pen, stabbing, carving deep symbols, these words that indent other pages, stretching deeper, impaling me with your passions. I hate these names, these people, these deeds, with such hate that I cannot think beyond the fresh ink. The next page is blank and sends