The Air I opened my front door and lifted my eyelids. The morning air was cold enough to materialize my breath, but my face felt warm enough that the air was refreshing rather than chilling. I stepped into the doorway expecting something extraordinary, only to feel the familiar crunch of gravel under my shoes like tiny bones breaking under the weight of my conscious body. The morning was familiar with me already, though we had never met. She wrapped her body of fog around mine as I stepped out of my doorway and swept her icy fingers through my hair as I drifted down the pathway of gravel-bones. The day was my pet, she was my other half, we were one, and against such a non-concrete being I felt naked.
"Together," The morning seemed to whisper into my ears, "together, together, together."
MechanicsIt's not much, but if you take itMechanics2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The world has a chance to smile again.
-What is it?
It's a broken machine
-What does it do?
It fixes dreams
-Do my dreams need fixing?
Do your dreams need fixing?
You look towards the sky with blank eyes,
And I know what you're thinking
-Do my dreams need fixing?
You whisper to the sky you cannot see
For a moment you want to take off running,
-Fix my dreams
You hold out your hand
-Fix my dreams
You cautiously demand.
Through your fingers I slip my own;
A broken machine who found its way home
I Know BetterShe whispers to me with her eyes when she thinks I'm not looking;I Know Better1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd say she hates me,
RainbowRed skies- like sunsetsRainbow3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Orange flames- like autumn
Yellow daisies- like mornings
Green trees- like katydids
Blue waters- like diamonds
Purple smoke- like rain clouds
Welcome to insanity
Where color is a symptom of creativity
TodayToday we sat, just you and I,Today3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And watched the world go by
No cars or smoke could change the way
We watched the world go by
I met a manToday I met a man who was two inches tallI met a man2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a voice from my dreams he sang to me.
Of love in the darkest of times, spelling my name in d flat
He bore into my head delicate soliloquies
That captivated my heart
As his eyes looked down into mine,
That man of my dreams,
I found that I had become inches tall
And his head towered above me
When the last note left the tip of his tongue
He set me down on a lily
I blinked only once and he was gone
And the music had left my ears
First TimeIt is stunning,First Time1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A billion thoughts a second
The smell of smoke,
After the fire settles,
The one you love shows you eyes
LinearLife seems to move in aLinear1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Linear direction in
From brights to black.
It turns greyer every day
Like your hair will do;
Like your sight will do
Where are we now?
Can we point on a palate?
On a page?
When we run our fingers through
The braile-stained book of life
We flip the switch, close the door, and
Try to sleep through the darkness.
I think that our days are
Darkened by insight
And pictures of long dead insects
I think that we believe
Our perfect wings to be broken.
Are we as old now at this moment
As we will ever be,
Or is everything happening…
SympathyThere was a man yesterday at my windowSympathy8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Asking me why his wife had left him.
Opened the window,
Put my hands on his face,
And snapped his neck
“If you had only told her how much you loved her,
She could have given you all you wanted and more”
Do What You Like- An Interactive Adventure!START HEREDo What You Like- An Interactive Adventure!1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You're sitting at home, bored, with a nice cup of tea, staring out your window as the hum of a fish tank behind you lulls you into a hypnotic state. Beside you a sink filled with unwashed dishes sits, growing larger with each meal. Your teacup was the last clean dish. You know you need to wash them, but there are so many dishes that every time you start to wash them, the thought of the task overwhelms you.
Sighing, you put down your now empty teacup and ready yourself to clean like you've never cleaned before (hey, nothing else to do, right?), when suddenly the telephone rings.
Choices in the description
The Earth GlittersThe earth glitters.The Earth Glitters2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Most people can see the earth is round,
But they can't see the lights beneath them.
Sometimes the earth shimmers instead,
Like opaque curtains floating
From the breeze of an open window
But people are keen to notice when it happens
And as a result are keen to fixing that which we've deemed unnatural
But when the earth actually glitters, no one notices
Or perhaps they don't care
Perhaps they see the lights and have no idea
How to fix it, how to explain the facts, so they ignore it,
Sweeping the facts under the carpet with everything else
They could never fully process
I like to think the glittering earth appeals to most people,
That we see it as a sign of beauty
When we can stand on top of a hill and watch the ground sparkle;
That we become blind to faults when we look into the light
And yet, now the earth glitters slowly
The sparkles fade to headlights from passing cars in the rain
And the glitter is no more than the lights from a far-off city
That can no longer be
Sleep DownWake up,Sleep Down1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We can make breakfast in bed and
Weave together our calloused fingers
We can share our afternoons
Pretending like the world is made of diamonds
We can stay up late and
Laugh at those old nightime TV shows
Me and You, Yesterday You asked me about my life yesterday, and at the time I wasn't really able to respond truthfully. Well, here you go: the complete and total truth (because I literally have nothing better to do).Me and You, Yesterday1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Two days ago I enlisted myself in a 10 day insomnia research project to see if it would somehow help me wake me up to the reality of the world (ha, ha, see what I did there?). I don't know why; I don't even suffer from insomnia. Really, my enlistment in the program is like a giant dick up the ass of the research facility. They have to deal with assholes like me all the time. I guess I really don't care anymore- when they find out I don't qualify I'll probably be too far into the study for them to take any legal action. Even if I don't finish the study I still get a stipend. That's a consolation, I guess.
The thing that keeps me up at night isn't really insomnia, it's my over analytical thought process. I have an obsession with the human condition- with eyes especially
Silence In MineYou knocked me out the day we met,Silence In Mine1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think (it was an accident).
You were carrying the weight of our silence in your head
But somewhere among simple conversation
You dropped it into mine.
The green eyes you wore fell from your face when you saw what you'd done,
Almost hit the floor with surprise.
I was halfway in coma when you made your escape,
Another girl on your mind,
Silence on mine.
Felt This WayHave you ever felt this way?Felt This Way3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like nothing is right.
Like everyone hates you.
Like life is just utter crap.
That you wish it would just end.
That something would stop the pain.
Have you ever felt, like you wanted to die?
If onlyThere's a fear that comes when I watch your eyesIf only3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(And yours and yours)
Burning fierce in my chest. Can you hear it too?
I want to hear it too
This vortex we've fooled ourselves into consuming
Speaks slowly, drawing out words that have
No rightful place
Because they're said as we take a breath
The smiles are so easy to believe
(And we believe them too)
But my smiles have no rightful place
In the maddening frenzy we try to dispel
Wings and feetI forgot my feet for a while;Wings and feet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Learned how to fly so they
Never touched the ground.
There was no point in walking when I could fly
Yet there was solace
In the caressing of grass under
Worn out toes, or the feeling
Of sand on a beach
I forgot all of it,
Forgot the warmth of the sun
And the whites of the moon, and all the
Pitter-patter of rain in between
All because I'd learned how to fly
I forgot how innocent you could've been
The day clouds destroyed our existence,
Because I refused to let you tread on my toes
Cut Me a SliceYou slice a pieceCut Me a Slice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of silence, and
Say that it's delicious-
I say your mind's gone numb
I mean look,
You've got yellowed veins
With creaking bones
And dusty unused watercolors
You smile and say
No, the world is inside you
Like parchment filled with a thousand words
The watercolors are inside your veins
Do What You Like- An Interactive Adventure!TO THE FOREST!Do What You Like- An Interactive Adventure!1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You put on your coat and step outside, being sure to lock the doors behind you. Behind your house is a large forest you've never really tried to explore. It looks dark and a bit dangerous, but you aren't that scared. Before you enter, you grab the heavy-duty emergency flashlight from under your porch.
Writer vs. ArtistMy head is full of ideas that cannot beWriter vs. Artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into audible words and yet,
You insist I tell you my story.
You, with your ink-stained fingers;
I think that,
In the scheme of things,
My inner voices are better left out of pleasant conversation