because sometimesbecause sometimes my heart just gets too heavy,because sometimes5 years ago in Open More Like This
so full-to-bursting heavy with the knowledge of what your fingertips looked like in the whisper-wet dew of that morning.
i obsess over details too much, maybe.
but then I start to think: what if & what then & sounds like & maybe someday & definitely never & how could you & why cant i
[ why cant i ? ]
you asked, "how could it end this way" and i answered back, "the stars are smiling this morning." but the words never reached your ears because they never made it out of my heart.
it ended this way, but aren't endings just clichéd beginnings in a warped out fairy tale, it-only-gets-better-after-its-been-worse sort of way?
i cant decide whether or not to break your heart.
Blood- Stained LoveBlood- Stained Love3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your beautiful eyes; big bowls of hazel nuts.
Chocolate skin, covered in ugly black cuts.
Watching as your blood falls like rain to the ground.
Blood, spreading on the floor, into a puddle so round.
Do you want to die?
Limp and cold, while we suffer?
All I ever did was try.
But it was never enough; things got tougher.
With tears streaming down our cheeks we stared.
I don't think you really cared.
I remember that day, it all started with Italy saying "Ve-Meow"
"Somewhere" Someday when I'm somewhere I want to be a someone, a Somebody. But right now my Somewhere is in the middle of nowhere, Saskatchewan, Canada. A nowhere I did not capitalize."Somewhere"5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
My somewhere is a field of wheat, or was it barley? Some farm girl I make. I had just run away, the grain so high everyone pranced like idiots, from a group of three. I ran away with a smile on my face to disappear. I felt so mischievous.
In my somewhere it's the middle of the night, a night a little too bright because the moon is big and fully round. So bright we could not see some of the stars. I ran in green sandal wedges, leaving a faint trail of stalks I had fallen. I felt so strange as I ran. Then I myself fell. And giggled. I felt so happy and empty. But he found me.
Yes, "He" found me. And we felt so alone, so alone with walls around us and stars above. Where not even the wind reached us. I
Hoping on tomorrowMy eyes darkHoping on tomorrow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and filled with sarrow
Maybe I'll be okay tomorrow
Really, go! Leave me be.
Damn it. Be free of me
there is nothing you can do
It's all my fault
It's all in my head
The world it spins
Nothing but a sheet
That I hide underneath
Lying here still
Held by my will
Not wanting to let it all out
But longing to shout
But I keep it inside
Trying to hide
I'll shut it away
Keep it at bay
While now I'm filled with sorrow
Maybe I'll be better tomorrow.
Speaking for the treesFrom the tree topsSpeaking for the trees3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can see it all so clearly
The ripples fading further
a tip-toe and a stolen kiss
Outside the hive where we have wandered.
Speaking for the trees,
We stand taller now than ever before
Not to see the writing,
but to hear the whispers
behind closed doors.
and touched what I thought was the sun
and noticed it was just beyond my fingertips
but my tiny hand is warmed
by two lips
and that became more important to me
than any sun could be.
Speaking for the trees
Some have made their homes in me
climbed inside my head
behind my eyes
opened the door to my soul
He said he saw a sunset burning through the canopy
of endless time
Hanging like leaves
having held on through a strong wind
Miss Papillon....Hello,Miss Papillon....4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My name is Miss Papillon
I am the "strange" girl in the eyes of others
But, typical for me
With very colorful laughter
that doesn't run from childish games
I knew beauty
And lost it
Children used to call me "corpse".
I shed black tears
And lost all the so-called friends
Now I see myself beautiful again
Beautiful because of the colored laughter,
Cause of my childish games
Although I am 23 years old.
I am a fighter for moving mountains from my way
To not avoid them
A dreamer, although I have no wings
I believe I can fly
Smart because I haven't believed those who've called me crazy
I am special,
Fantastic's and stories I would like to be my world
Where everything that's beautiful you can come true.
But I've created my own stories;
Stories where people looked for me
Where I broke gardens, or a door
Or maybe a room was burning!
Now ... now they're funny to me
Adventure and horror stories
Where I fought
For me, with me
With evil people, with demons,
The false, false
Dear BP:When my family took our annual vacation to Orange Beach in Alabama this week, we were astounded by the change. The once-snowy sand is now brown, and when the waves retreat, bold coppery arcs of oil remain. By some chance of luck there is not enough oil in the water to be readily visible on top, not enough to severely damage our avian life, but in the shallows the whitecaps foam brown. For the first time in a lifetime of forgetting normal life at our beach, double red flags fly as far as one can look down the shore, and infinite miles farther. For the first time in a lifetime of Frisbee on the sand, we ran to the waves to cool down, but were arrested by foul brown water. A shell colored blush and cream that I plucked from the tossing waves had a tarball stuck to the side, and left my hand slick with oil.Dear BP:4 years ago in Letters More Like This
In the morning I went out to the balcony to watch the sunrise over the gently rushing waves, to listen to the sound that has soothed me for a lifetime. Forty-plus ships obscured the wav
What Becomes of the Introvert?What becomes of the renegadesWhat Becomes of the Introvert?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and their late-night ways?
What has solitude earned them
that others might envy?
A friendship with the stars?
A kinship with the moon?
Who are those aloof few
who discern the abstract?
They are the introverts.
They tinker and toy as they toil,
burning their midnight oil for an idea.
They are the shy minority,
the mysterious, lost in solemn thought,
solving all the world's problems
as if it were no trouble at all.
How do they survive?
How do they endure
in an extroverted world,
which cares more for the unreserved?
They feed on knowledge
and thrive on philosophy,
They need no approval
and ask for no attention.
They are the untiring dreamers,
the silent creators of invention.
So be kind to the expert thinkers,
those taciturn sages,
for without the introverts' work,
how would humanity have made it?
ScarsScars5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every scar has a tale
Just waiting to be told
A story of some sort behind it all
That scar on your hand?
Well that was the day we got the cat
But really all I want to know is about the one
Yes that one the one you keep hidden
The one that cannot be seen but is felt
One you say its not as bad as it seems
Give yourself a chance to open up
It'll get brighter if you do
So take that chance to break free
Let everyone know who you are
And what you want to be
Shooting StarThey say the star has fallenShooting Star3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and is now so far away
I say the star is shooting
showing us the way
i tried.do you remember:i tried.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we were seven years old.
it was the year mom got us
identical haircuts and no one
could tell us apart. i found a
little brown mouse living in
the bushes off by the fence in
our back yard, a mouse with a
twisted leg and tragic eyes and
a smile so wide it made me
smile back. i bundled it up in my
skirt and smuggled it into our
bedroom. i made it a nest out of
feathers and whispered secrets
beneath my bed and fed it bits of
cheese. i named it kiffy and i told
it all the dreams i can no longer
recall, breathing insecurities into
its matted coat when you weren't
home. when you found me holding
it that afternoon, you pinky swore
you wouldn't tell. you did anyway,
and mom poured a tiny saucer of
rat poison while i cried and beat my
fists against her arm. i trusted you
and you killed my confidant.
do you remember:
it was the summer after sixth grade.
we bought our first bikinis at the
store where you bought your prom
dress sophomore year. mine was
pink and too small. yours was
Book Of Lies Lamant Of A RequiemBook Of Lies4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through A Crying Shadow So,
Tell Me The Truth
Through Insanity Over And
Over Like a
Angel Beating His Wings
And Radiant Fellings
So Tell Me
BeforeYou wept into my dashboard and told meBefore3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All your fears of living
And how the mountains towered over you
And made you feel so small.
So I drove you to the sea-side, where you saw
An emerald-blue forever that you cowered from,
Demanding less of an eternity, and so
We visited rivers that wound too tightly,
Fields emptier than you had imagined, and
Forests darker than you could bear.
Caverns were too deep, deserts all too dry,
And all of life wasn't good enough for
someone like you.
with the subtletywith the subtlety of a cyclone,with the subtlety5 years ago in Open More Like This
he blew my heart (& mind) to bits
i was enchanted by the promises of a
two-toned gentleman with a jazzy smooth delivery
& honeysuckle eyelashes that spelled out sin
cool hands, cooler hips. troubled eyes, lonesome lips.
he spoke with double-edged entendres
that sounded like Forever.
that sounded like the Future
that sounded like Everything
[except the unconventional reality that it was]
the reality was this:
he spent a week between my thighs and 40 years inside my head;
because you never forget your first dumb love
however long the mistake still lingers
[but i am a champion, a revelator, an innovator, a fool.
& im clinging to forever afters that never stood a chance.]
There is no fear and loathing here.We were somewhere in the South Pacific on the edge of the ocean when the withdrawals began to take hold. I remember saying something like, “Where the hell are we?”There is no fear and loathing here.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
My attorney said nothing. Sitting in the sand, he wore only a pair of hideous bell bottoms with red and white stripes that resembled a peppermint candy on copious amounts of LSD. He ignored me and repeatedly tapped his bare foot into the gentle rush of water as it crawled up the beach.
And suddenly I realized I had no idea how we had gotten there. A gaping hole in my memory sparked a brief sense of panic.
“Don’t let it get you,” he said before yawning and falling onto his back.
“Let what get me?” I half shrieked, eyes peeled for wild beasts. Who knew what roamed this place in the night.
“The silence…It’s not something to be feared,” he muttered before passing out cold.
Then I noticed just how quiet it was.
No howling wind coming off the ocean. No creak
SinkingRecently I've been sinkingSinking2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a stone into a pond
Having skimmed across the surface
Of life for far too long
Please may I have a new heart
Along with a new mind
I cannot reverse this feeling
No, I'm sorry, not this time
Recently I've been sinking
Into myself like quicksand
No one sees as it swallows me
Each grain a mislaid plan
Please may I crawl inside your love
Mingle hearts until the end
I cannot reverse this feeling
No, I'm sorry, not again
Recently I've been sinking
Such an overused metaphor
But one which is cathartic
When choosing to explore
That I could save you my love
And in time you could save me
As fear and loneliness will dissolve
Doused in our empathy
A Hole In TomorrowTrembling in the rain,A Hole In Tomorrow1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My timid eyes peeked
From behind my knees,
Curling up in a vain,
Pathetic attempt to escape
The cold air and
The cold glares
Of the pompous
I can only wonder why,
Why do they wander by
With such calloused eyes?
At the end of the day
I'm empty handed.
I breathe a sigh,
And put it behind me.
I'm living on time borrowed.
I'll try again tomorrow.
It was never meant...We were never meant to be like thisso damn brokenIt was never meant...2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I should have seen it
I should have been less selfish
I should have done something
Stopped this madness from causing so much trouble
You should have told me
You should have asked for help
You should have let me
Let me in
Let me fill you with trust and strength to win
We were supposed to be that cute couple,
holding hands and sweet kisses in the rain
A forever happily after without all this struggle
But our lives just went crashing down
I would stand tall
I would give my all in that fight
I would be with you through it all
Trough dream and nightmare
Trough everything you hold near
You would never ever have to be alone
You would fulfill all those dreams
You would know what true happiness feels like
Like something from above
Like a hand to hold and someone to love
I don't want any other girl to even look at you
They wouldn't care for you as I do
You are everything I ever wanted
I miss you everyday, like I'm haunted
Cry outPoets find your presence in the fire and the storm.Cry out3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They seek you in majesty.
They look at mountains and see the ridges of your thumbprint.
They cry your praise when you paint the autumn.
They throw open their hearts to the sun.
They marvel as the cold kernel stirs to life.
But you are in the bitter days as well,
the afternoons so dull I could weep.
You are the maker of anthills as well as mountains,
and the stately wake of the single crackled leaf.
You drew the colour from the sunset and breathed grey fog.
You kill some seeds, barren rocks that litter the ground and will never grow.
You are in despair as well as in triumph -- perhaps
even more, for despair is a magnet for your mercy.
If I look hard, I can see you in linoleum tiles,
in the ugly things squeezed out by human hands.
Even in flicker of acetylene,
you are there.
Break me of my addiction to glory.
Show me your face while my eyes are still open.
Erase the illusions.
Bring mundane peace.
Poignant LiteratureStructure is for squares.Poignant Literature5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Boundaries are not for me.
Take THAT, Mr. Haiku.
Secrets of the DjinnLo the winds howl "Never you roam the mist"Secrets of the Djinn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wander you far across lands, forest & desert sea
Or dream you deep in a cloudless sky ...
Yet a presence looms & beckons, spirits unseen
For they are the Djinn, silent and ever watching,
embalmed into seasons of mortal blood-flow
And beware, for I shalt not speak of this again,
lest darkness unto thy flesh they quest and sow
Eons adrift in smokeless fire did they slumber...
Befallen to Earth's domain, they undressed fate
The Djinn, ancient dwellers humans would fear
Betwixt worlds they linger, shimmering in fire
Thru parallel dimensions they reach, seducing
dreams and reality, life... You!
Peering eyes thru the veil of time and space;
shape shifters of any form, stalk and hunt
Thoughts & flesh canst not escape their magick
Besieged and shadowed, the human race
til they are sent back to whence they came
And death became a wanton treasure,
where Angels pillage & Demons lust in flame
"You should never have come human"