Never The Gold.I want my silver back,Never The Gold.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need to melt it down and forge a new connection
With someone else.
I want all the precious bits of myself
that I so willingly quarried for you.
I want my silver back.
(creases in my ivory bones)you find(creases in my ivory bones)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
my origami swanfolds
with eyes shut,
and i yours
DripDrip, drip, drip.Drip2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rain pours on me,
Over my face.
Wash away my tears.
Wash away my sadness.
Wash away my emotions.
Wash away me.
I am the rain.
In that moment.
I am reborn.
Pyromania.This is stupid. So he blows smoke from his nostrils.Pyromania.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hes not an insomniac. Insomnia is overplayed. Its like a popular song. Overrated. Hes not depressed. Just a little weird. Smoke comes from his nostrils and he feels like a dragon. Insanity. Pyromania.
He finds himself thinking of things like matches, and producing images of pushing out his lips as if he might kiss the flame on the end of the wood. Instead he blows and the fire moves away. It bends away from the wood and reaches its body towards the sky. Hes lying on his back. Hes a dragon.
He wants to eat the flame and feel himself smolder. He wants it to dance inside him like a happy feeling and he wants his insides to crumble and float like flying pieces of floating, blackened faith. He wants to taste fire but mostly he wants to spit it from his puckered lips. He wants to kiss the air with flames and heat. It looks like magic and feels like love.
He's a dragon because he likes fire, and n
What more can I do?What more can I do?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What more can I do?
I've lost you, I've lost you.
The tides came in and took you,
Consumed you, and swallowed you whole.
The husk that returned,
It wasn't you, it wasn't you.
What is this fossil of a friend,
Changed, possessed before me?
I felt I could trust this husk once,
But you lied, but you lied.
No more than a fool,
More foolish than you, was I.
No more a man than a boy,
Filthy pig, filthy pig.
The tongue of a liar
Is forked for deception and hypocrisy.
You never listened, never heeded,
Poor fool, poor fool.
Whether right or wrong,
A friends consideration was I needed.
Yet the ocean spat you back out,
Foul taste, foul taste.
And returning meant little to you,
Wearing the cold rusted armor of apathy.
What more can I do?
I've lost you, I've lost you,
Find me again
when you've found yourself.
Her SideTomorrow she'll be gone,Her Side2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but what can you say?
Nothing can help her.
The pain won't go away.
But she would've stopped,
you could've said no.
That's what she wanted,
someone to say don't go.
That someone wanted her,
or at least would try.
That someone would grieve
if she were to die.
But you just stared,
nodding your head,
and she realized the truth
with a feeling of dread.
No one wanted her.
No one cared.
Not even you,
with the the love you shared.
So she said good-bye,
and you watched her leave.
She may have had the rope,
but now you can't breathe.
The Steps to CuttingMy arm, burning for a blade,The Steps to Cutting2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because of the feelings that just won't fade,
I try to say, "Go away!"
Instead they just replay.
The blades are sitting in front of me,
My hand is shaking, fighting the need,
I pick up a blade, to complete the deed,
The blade flies across my anatomy.
My arms are bleeding, my heart is torn,
My legs are cut, my feelings worn,
The time right now, I feel reborn,
Until tomorrow, when I'll be scorned...
On FateHope lies in chances that a thing might be changed,On Fate2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it's three A.M.and I've fallen apart.
Thinking that life is prearranged
I've decided that fate is hope's enemy at heart.
One is unchanging and cannot fall.
The other is needed to exist at all.
It's seven in the morningIt's seven in the morningIt's seven in the morning1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I wonder if you can feel it too
There's a weight on my chest
Like the anchor I dropped west
No doubt that you're up by now
Making busy in your world somehow
Once you said you would get me coffee to wake up to
But I'd rather wake up to you
The thirty-three is in a stand still
You bring the light of day
No buts or wait until's;
I will always swing your way
The thirty-four is mocking me now
The stand still was just one minute
And one minute it was
To tell you good morning
And another to say I love you;
This could never get boring
See, the anchor is still set
Deep in my sand
It's seven forty-one
And I know you'd bet
The rain's coming through my window this early
Good thing I'm already up
My room could be pouring
I wonder if it's cloudy
Where I'm mooring
You have the sun
But I brought the rain
And some other things
(replace with a p)
Now the forty-nine feels like a waste of time
I'm going back to sleep
You Make Me FlyA sharp wind blew across my face, cutting me like a knife. My messy black hair flew backwards as I walked into the wind. I would have much preferred to be walking with the wind, but it was Friday and I just wanted to get home. Besides, it gave me the feeling of doing something different. I was going against the wind, and I was going against everyone else's instincts. My little brother Mikey had chosen to take the bus home to save himself the windy commute. He was probably sick of losing his hats. He was down to his last gray hat and he wanted to keep it for his remaining four years of high school. This however was my last year. All the more reason I wanted to get home.You Make Me Fly7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"So take the bus Gerard, it'll be quicker," Mikey had said to me during lunch that day when I told him how I planned to get home. The bell rang signaling the end of lunch and I stood up to get away from my brother's skepticism.
"I just, I feel like I should walk home."
"You'll blow away in this weather."
"No, Mikey. Y
CarvedYou are an oak carved tableCarved2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that has been hewn and hacked
from its original pure form
into something someone found useful.
I was screwed tight together
with fixtures, fights and fittings
by so-called master craftsmen,
who wanted me to be firm,
who wanted my artificial endurance.
Men who wanted my knots undone
and for me to hold them up,
but I am a chair, and you are a table.
You have told me of the days
when seventy percent of you
was forcefully ripped out
leaving a splintered hollow behind.
I know how abrasive people
rubbed you up the wrong way
with sand paper to keep you quiet,
and with words to keep you down.
Plain men with plained minds
that have been stroked to the quick
and left only with the core
of their brutal carver instincts.
I know how you were made, table.
I am five pieces nailed together
With sticky tape for good measure.
You are one whole still, somehow
and when I need you, you are stable
and your legs are thicker than mine,
run faster and bear more pressure
on your leve
TiredTrying to get myself up.Tired2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by dirty cups.
Really need some motivation.
Tired of this bored sensation.
Want to get up and clean.
Or go out and be seen.
Want to go out for a walk.
Or call a friend and talk.
Turn up the music and sing.
Just want to do something.
Hope that I don't get fired.
So tired of just being tired.
Empty MindIn your otherwise empty skullEmpty Mind2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are empty words that mean nothing,
And empty thoughts, both dumb and dull
Rule your mind like a broken king.
I can't tell whether you know me,
You're busy knowing your ideal.
But I know what you are: empty.
Now you'll understand what I feel.
Honey,This was horrible. What was I meant to do? I just wanted to give this up now. I mean why wont she just leave me alone? She completely wrecked my sixteenth birthday and is now wrecking my sleep and my thoughts. All I can think of is that I really want to go out and get drunk or even high. Ive only ever got high once and I hated it but I remember the feeling of forgetfulness and relish the fact that I could feel that once again. I know this seems weird because drinking and drugs are Gerards things. Not mine but you would be shocked at what geeks like me get up to when we need to escape the real world. I started pacing in my room trying to think of what to do. I have to tell Gerard what upset me and he will not be impressed. At all. I walked pass my mirror and took a look at my reflection. It was something I hated. I was lanky with mouse brown hair and nerdy glasses. I had huge teeth. I sometimes wished I would look like Gerard. He had now lost all of his puppHoney,7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
haiku- choking on hertangled in his throat,haiku- choking on her4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
her ideal twists his vocal
chords to rapt silence
YesterdayI sometimes reminisce about yesterday,Yesterday1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was raining while our lips departed,
Simultaneously your eyes whispered,
Those kisses have meaning.
I miss you.
I’m sorry you replied.
It’s not your fault.
We'll always have yesterday.
Mortal CoilIt has been quite long, yet not so lastingMortal Coil2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I could still ravage Earth with my youth.
I need not look further, death is staring
And I have to face the plain mortal truth.
Where have they gone, my early days of yore?
Where have you gone my candied madeleine?
Time’s been so avid, I can live no more.
It has been decided, I’ll never win.
The apple has fallen and she’s not far
I can do nothing but wait at the bar.
The mortal coil is without limits
As Time keeps to itself all its chocolates.
.I think its beautiful,.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the spaces in between the words,
the letters that filled the spaces,
the lines that create the letters,
the absence that it had to fill.
ptsd (otherwise known as you)i. you.ptsd (otherwise known as you)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ii. the world bears down,
into my path and raining
ash like platitudes.
(none are as heavy as
this solid mass growing
beneath my gums
and setting my mouth alight:
an ulcer birthed in history.)
i begged Eirene
to no avail.
i still have faith:
the impurities that bind themselves
to my throat, and carve sorrow
into bones that were never hollow
cannot outlive love.
iv. today not even the Gods
can reduce the stain of you
i will breathe again.
The Box of the UnforgottenThe strip of photosThe Box of the Unforgotten2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sits in the steel box
Locked up and hidden
Where I will never open
Three photo strips
A bag of papers
A stack of drawings
And an old tape
That tape means the most
It was given to me
The day the thought entered
The thought that triggered EVERYTHING
EveShe wore a galaxy on her rib-cage,Eve2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
settled high upon her breast,
when I kissed her I could taste it;
the currency of her success.
I Loved A GirlI loved a girl – she smelled like August melancholy,I Loved A Girl1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
she carried the scent of festival emotions,
tempered by the midnight flames
and fireflies' glow.
I loved a girl – her hair, the gentle hue of embers,
reflected dancing candlelight,
while in her eyes, as brown as mahogany,
I discovered tiny galaxies,
but most importantly – I saw my smile.
I loved a girl – I sensed her heartbeat,
playing to the rhythm of my breath.
Her every word,
imprinted tender cherry blossoms,
onto my soul.
I loved a girl – her lips tasted like morning air
cool against my heavy forehead,
her skin, softer than satin threads,
played games with the waning moonbeams -
its gravity, I could not resist, like the Sun,
cannot escape the zenith, on Summer solstice.
I loved a girl – she made me happy,
and sadly - I love her still.
unexpressed gratituderemember that afternoon i called you,unexpressed gratitude8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
too weak to make it home and we
ended up going to the hospital,
by my side you stayed
through sickness and health?
and my birthday, when you listened to
what makes me happy
forgave me for my bad decision
a few days later, you
countless times you went
above my expectations to make me
smile, to bring me
security, to remind me that love
is not just a fairy tale
so i thank you for choosing me,
for insisting that you be able to feel
my body next to you
that one summer night;
for loving my brokenness,
for the good and the bad-
Drowning Dreamingwe turn over and the sunDrowning Dreaming1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
weeps its lovely lava
holes in eyelids
futile and temporary
bagged into these
we are time's vacuum
and i sleep
and i wake
a traveled soul
knives of light
slip between each rib
and i die more
each waking moment
as the morning light