i am the lost causei am all ninety-nine shades of nostalgia,i am the lost cause6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i am the streets from seven cities ago, and i am the thick rubble breaking underneath your feet. i am the flashing headlights brightening and fading on the other side of your bedroom window. i am the wind that's whispering insecurities in your eardrums and the lightning frozen in your backyard.
i am the lingering taste of too-ripe strawberries and cracked pavements.
i am that broken vase you never bothered to clean up, and i am the shard of glass caught between the wood planes you never saw nor felt until i scraped the skin off your left knee, and caused a red stain all over your favourite shorts.
i am the compliment to your colours, and i am the disappointing grass stain on your hundred-dollar jeans.
i am that something-you-can't-fix-with-a-glue-gun, something if you'd like to get rid of, you'd have to bleach it all off and even if you tried, you wouldn't be able to get rid of that empty looking white mark.
i am the condensation
lucky mei said "i think love islucky me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
truth" and smiled
but she really didn't know
and neither did i
she muttered "lucky you"
and i wasn't listening anyway.
we're all students of half-truths
of absent fathers or rain
(go ahead, pray for sun
and tell me how it goes)
ugliness is youth and the
same clothes as yesterday
and hours and hours and hours and hours
mulling over pain
who said pain is a problem anyway
life isn't neat
ugliness is defining beauty
or a cage or stage (or measured words
or plain old common sense)
or wanting anything else
(ugliness is rhyme, or a turn of phrase.)
and pettiness is all the rage.
she told me we
believe in hell to get to heaven
and i wept because
she began sinning at seven
(what an awful weight
and she longs for death
her life is an awful wait)
we paused for a drink
i asked her why.
she asked me to cover the tab
and if i thought angels
Beneath streetlight eyes."This isn't living," I say and you are silent. You don't have to say anything for me to know; you don't like to believe in anything until you know the answer, until you can see every step. There's no answer key to life, but I don't say so. "What's wrong?" I ask and you fumble, say something about your parents, your love life, your friends who hate me. Your lie is bleeding, but this is the only language we know. "It's going to be okay," I say, but this means nothing to people like us, and we are silent again.Beneath streetlight eyes.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's easier to lie to you because sometimes I hate you, but usually not. The words slide out of my mouth like tobacco leeching from my lungs, and you relish them, tasting every last one. You like it when I lie to you, and sometimes I like to watch you burn. Sometimes I hate you, but usually not.
We are the children in perpetual motion, rising through the night like sparks from a fire. We taste the sky, drinking beneath the harsh light of parking lot eyes because sometimes we hate o
the taste of almostthe light of the moon is the only thing keeping me from standing on my toes and kissing you. i don't care that she's here, that they're all here. i don't care that you might not feel the same about me. i don't care and i never will. because it's halloween and it's scary, just like finding the truth about you. the light of the moon is stopping me because i know you can see me just as well as i can see you, and i'm scared of what's in your eyes, and i don't want you too see what's in mine.the taste of almost5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i feel like we're going in circles, living only on the magical, mysterious, vampire weekends. and i'm only up when you're down, and you're only happy when i'm sad. and it can't work and it won't work, but we try and try again, like pushing two magnets together. but it'll never happen.
i'm painting my room, and i feel the urge to paint your name in red, so that's what i do. and i paint it over and over, blocking out the red, and maybe someday, years from now, someone will chip the paint away and see you
if you believe.i'll smoke on your love, if you let me.if you believe.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i'll inhale you whole and breathe you into
my lungs and you'll take the form of a tar
when i walk down the road, i'll stroll down
the middle, toe behind heel right down
i can fold you into every crease of a paper
crane that i'll learn to make at a craft store,
where all the moms hang out.
where i won't fit in.
but i will do it for you.
your love will weave its self into my bones,
color bleeding into the skin that stretches over them,
turning me into a canvas for emotions
you hold near and dear.
but when i stand out in the cold, on the porch, when you're asleep in our bed - i will hold the cigarette up to my lips and inhale the smoke that is not tainted with your love.
note to selfstop wasting time wishing to write betternote to self6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all that you ever wanted to see printed across the faces of stars,
like postage stamps Write letters to the universe
and walk outside every once in a while
just to hear the applause of leaves
smell the clouds and their glorious soft tickled whites like eggs
laugh because you've never seen a silver lining, only soft daubs of pink
like bacon. Make this your breakfast, waking up
to the birds tracing black arrows across the sky
watch this through eyes
like telescope lenses
and wonder at wonder, and please
let happiness please you and
thank you is a nice thing to say
every once in a while.
Adam and EveAdam and EveAdam and Eve5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eve and Adam
They lived in Eden
They left saddened
The elephants receded as
the hummingbirds jetted away
in cool blue streaks
firing away into the background
of extensive nature
A colossal stone sphinx said
-There isn't any way out.
The sharp sun danced on his
spotted soft coat he licked
his paws between purrs that
shook the plates of the earth.
The rusty garden gates swung in
sardonic intervals. Air rushed out
as all living things slipped into the
vortex of sin, and when Adam and
Eve landed on the other side they sat
naked in the dusty landscape of eternity.
of the curse
Dawncold sunlight,Dawn6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
frigid in the lingering wake
of straggling images
pouring over me in streaks
of bittersweet awakening.
The Orange DreamscapeThe Orange Dreamscape of a Cloudy NightThe Orange Dreamscape6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Acoustic notes, played from an old guitar
- detuned, to keep the secret safe
and bulky sounds of stepping shoes
- refined, to keep people attuned.
And voices - channeled over clouds,
like flickers of an afterlife,
to keep us all awake,
i dont really understand.I don't really understand [you].i dont really understand.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
What is so funny about watching a comforter swim in
an ocean of soap and metal inside a box, watching
it flip and spin, spin and flip. It's getting clean. I
don't really understand [the punchline].
Walking away from it all, I had no regrets.
I had done it before. I had said goodbye to a
building before, had parted from human beings
to [never] lay eyes on them again. But we knew,
[I] knew, that we would meet again. If it was on the
street or in a dimly lit arcade where we were both
cheering on some kid playing Packman, we'd meet again.
[but not you and me. not us.]
I used to write stories about love. I would imagine
these great southern gothic romances, or seaside
lovers that would be so passionate for one another,
they would recreate the word love.
And then I just stopped writing about love. That was
after I met [you]. After I ran away from you, after you
tried so damn hard to conceal your love from me, told everyone
except me, and then I pushed hard en
tricksI deconstruct myselftricks5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in these large hours,
until I am not
but an illness,
a mindless array of symptoms
without a disease
to string them together.
hating things that rhyme.vintage wallpapered bedrooms and dead roses in my hair, you're laughing like you actually think i'm funny. interesting.hating things that rhyme.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
did you think i was funny when i cried on your shoulder?
when i fell into your arms?
when i laughed at your joke?
when i fell for your charms??
made up my mind?
lost too much time?
looked you in the eyes
and saw the fire inside?
did you think i was funny when i told you i loved you?
so i cut all my hair, or didn't you know? you don't even look at me anymore. and i'm getting really tired of being ignored, backstabbed and lied to. it's starting to trouble me, really. because now i'm starting to not feel bad for myself, but for you and the mistakes you keep making. i'm tired, so tired, of being ignored and
i'd hate to die twice, it's awfully boring
i see black light
don't let me go like this, tell them i said something
are the only things i can think of when i should be saying
i love you and i hate you and i can't make up my mind. i'm tired of you and i can't get
SkewIt cameSkew5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A child's play,
but crossed the borders
set for less
Sudden PoetryShe speaks from the hip -Sudden Poetry5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and raw as Tuesday,
her shoulders telling the floor
what to do
as her shadow drains
out the light
and leaves his mouth dry.
He likes her whiskey lips -
could fall in love
with the gravel of her smile
as she tells him
there is no one else
in the whole wild world
who can own her skin
like he does.
She tries on his verbs,
runs them up her legs
gartered by his breath,
and murmurs he is
a perfect fit.
And his voice,
when she grasps it
with her thighs,
deep inside her
and blooms like
vials of red.brokenvials of red.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she scribbles these words into her
feathery light skin,
peels it off,
(she doesn't feel a thing)
threads it through a bottle,
and launches it into the sea,
(a stained mess of emotions)
letting it go.
wishes bounce her weightless,
the infra-red scope of pointlessness.
she brings up a vial of red,
(red, so red)
swirls it round and round,
(into her body lacking of colour)
filled with red, she starts off her run,
(keep going. gogogo)
watching the white of her skin,
glow lightly underneath.
her feet pound the pavement,
as she loses her red through her pores.
tired of impossibility, tears,
she tears her fading red-coloured strings out,
pulling all the shades out of her from underneath.
"is this what you want? my bones are out of red.
my pupils are dilated from lack of red. all you want
is the redredred in me. i'm not red. i'm anything bu
PotSlick shit soothes,Pot5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
soft shin smooth,
you have those knobby knees
that knock awkward.
Your curly hair falls,
your bare back against the wall,
we try to kiss
but we can't stop laughing.
Those Little Mermaid sheets
tucked in the corners, neat,
fly off the bed fast.
You hit your head on the bedpost.
16 and wild-eyed,
living fast to die,
who would know things
change so fast?
It has been two years since I have seen you. Two years since we kissed, with pot smoke seeping out the side of our mouths. You called me a week ago saying that we should "chill" sometime and that you had missed me. I know you didn't, you were just looking for an excuse to be apart of something that was once beautiful. So we hung out and for a second it was just like old times. Smoke filled my car and we laughed at all the shit playing on the radio. But then that moment was gone, the photo still ripped savage by the calloused hands of time. I guess until we meet again, I will read my Camus and you will listen to your Su
i can't goemily: you know what sucks the most in the world?i can't go5 years ago in Drama More Like This
emily: the feeling of loneliness. knowing that when you come home, there won't be anyone waiting in the dark of your room, wanting to hold you like you need to be held. that feeling of walking into a crowded room and feeling so lost that you might just fly away. i hate that feeling, nora. i hate it.
nora: i hate it, too.
emily: i fucking hate it. and you know what?
emily: i only feel all right, like i'm a better person, when i'm with you.
nora: but i -
emily: can we just be quiet for a bit? can we just sit like this? just for a bit?
nora: ...yeah. yeah, we can.
1942 and free.sitting downstairs, upstairs, anywhere. it doesn't matter. if you are with me, i will be uncomfortable.1942 and free.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
not because i dislike you. not because every movement you make disrupts the universe or
the cycle of life. you disrupt the way i should be able to breath. you make me doubt it all,
and your ignorance is bliss. for you. not for me.
standing in the corner of the room, i stare at your hair as it flows in waterfalls of colors not
known to the color wheel, and my heart is running so rapidly, i believe something fatal may
happen if i don't control this. this thing that is my life line.
dinner, a movie, a glass of wine - does location matter? where ever you are, i know
how the evening will play out, and i know a heart will remain broken and yours will still
my attic is cold.
my attic is hard, dark, and dirty.
my attic has no window, and yet it has three.
my attic is one room with black floorboards that seem midnight blue in the right light.
i sit in my attic, i rock back
super novas over teatoday, we went to the moon.super novas over tea5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
we constructed a thing shaped like a tree
house using my father's old snippets of dreams,
the plans and wispy bits of thought he left
floating over our antique dining room table.
its color is a deep brown, like his eyes.
there are whales in space, you know.
they eat stars and they glow. the ones
that floated past our windows i gave names,
eccentric ones like bartholomew, acheron,
they are names that remind me
of chandeliers and ascots and fine, useless
walking canes. i talked about this while we
floated about and i told you how i had this dream
of wearing a long dress and partaking in
bouncing dances set to violin. you told me
i should have been born hundreds of years
earlier and i took this as a compliment.
we made love on the ceiling and the next day,
you floated away. the universe can make you lose
your mind; its vastness can make you feel so small.
you wanted to touch a star. i watched you through
the window, i called your name, i pressed my t
CattailsCattail weeds stroke the southern air soft as the sun spills flowing. Sticks break under the bottom of my shoes, pressing into the soft ground. Acres roll constant into the limits of visual perception. As the rest of the world peels away like old wallpaper, it is nice to be somewhere that has been the same for centuries.Cattails5 years ago in Settings More Like This
Debussy couldn't capture this
Renoir couldn't capture this
Thoreau couldn't capture this
skipping over the
water of a shallow
Tall grass scratches
my elbows as the
wind blows hard and
soft in intervals
It blows my notebook
paper to where I
can't write any more
Who am I kidding?
I can't capture this
what it was like.maybe if we all had stayed in contact,what it was like.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if i hadn't killed my messenger pigeon one
week after you bought her for me, we'd still
know each other's favorite colors. i might
even still know your name.
but now, as we all get into our motor vehicles
and sing along to songs that our parents hate
and sleep in inappropriate places, i remember
what it was like to know you. i remember what
it was like to laugh with more than just myself
or one person.
running down the dock, knowing i'll get splinters
in my feet, i tear off my clothes as i go, the wind
pulling at my hair and making me look slightly deranged.
you sit in the canoe, glowing and making the sun higher
and the air warmer and more bearable. i jump into the
seat behind you, and we're paddling off to a distant
land. we might not come back.
Gravity and YouYou saunter (no otherGravity and You5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
word would describe
the lilt of your gait quite
so eloquently) toward
me, smiling. You tilt
your head in question:
"What are you doing?" The question
remains unanswered. You ask another:
"Why are you upside down?" I tilt
my head toward you. "Describe
'upside down.'" You lean toward
me: "you." I beam "Not quite!"
"Not-" (I interrupt) "Quite!
Not at all, in fact. Your question
is invalid." You seem to lean toward
cuffing me, but you repeat the other
question, your first. So I describe
why I am laying, on a dock with a tilt,
my head limp over the edge: "The tilt
and the view flipped around cannot quite
be defined. Don't make me describe!
Lay, back down, belly up, on the dock and question
yourself: is there a better view of the other
side?" You lay down, roll toward
me. I lean toward
you. You push me down the tilt
of the dock toward the other
edge. I roll quite
close to the river, shout: "Question!"
"Yes?" "Can you describe
it? Can you describe
the other bank?" I reac
Words, Empty WordsAmazing how fast a world can change,Words, Empty Words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By the crash of a tongue,
Narrowing of eyes,
People of hurtful things.
A family is one,
When we love, we forget,
Those things we despise, we dismiss,
For those we love.
How quickly hate can rise,
Screaming, yelling, cursing,
Gnashing of teeth, ripping of hair,
How innocent am I?
What did I do?
The silent one,
The anger passing over me.
From cries of hate to bellows of demands,
The innocent stay silent,
And we are the punished,
Words fading into a whisper.
Amazing how fast a world can change,
Just yesterday, we were happy,
Smiling and laughing,
Now, we despise.
I am tired,
Do I need this?
Or do I deserve it?
No, I'd like to think that I tried.
But how times have changed,
I refuse to referee,
To calm the waves,
Instead, I merely stay silent.
Words to Screams,
Screams to words,
Words to whispers,
Whispers to silence,
Amazing how fast my world can change.
You, Just YouYou ..you make me think of,You, Just You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Soothing lavender-colored cloth,
Twinkling indigo, midnight skies,
The first taste of autumn in a warmed coffee cup,
Hazel scented steam twisting everywhere
Fiery eyes of gold and dreams of silver hair,
A glinting smile, a smirk .
The softest touch,
And inked vines coiled across softer skin,
Sleeping lilies and koi fish across bronze tinted plates,
And the comforting hand, the reassuring gesture,
For fear of metallic insanity .
Peeking from behind silver scales,
Towering above like sharpened swords,
Smiling to myself,
I watch your careful eye,
The weight of your shoulder against mine,
That determined smirk, again,
And a new look of awe.
Have I brought that smile to your lips, my friend?
Am I the one that brought that beautiful treasure forth?
I follow, step around, and raise my eyes,
Looking away, I feel your steady hand on my back, once more .
Something tugs at my spirit,
And a shiver on my porcelain skin,
Please tell me I'm the on