firm gripYour fingers strum
the chords of my brain
a hand cupped chin
to raise me from beneath
I’d know this insulation anywhere
it feels like putting on a comfortable shirt
arms fill the sleeves
as fabric moves over skin exquisitely
for the perfect fit
I lie every time I nod my head in silence
It was anchors I needed
and fish hooks
I know the art of drowning
suspension and bleeding
The captain goes down with his ship,
but not before he sails
Now is not the time
for bravery and fear
we passed those
Twisting in my skin,
pulling tight on the ropes
into the squall
moves through and between
nothing to grasp
and press on
into the next
We’re raising the sails
and dropping them down
with corset flattery
over roller coaster wind
and a hand cupped chin
Silver and Ashes"you should be more carefulSilver and Ashes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know what they say
About books and covers."
Why do we sing nursery rhymes?
To warn the children of our crimes
The wicked plague
And heaps of clay
Molded into sunny days
Smoldering the tunes we play
Quick Falls lead the steps to loss
The words that cost us everything
Stories are immortal child
Stories make our dreams go wild
Dying doesn't go out of style
It's as sure as I build fires
Inside of the lines we smile
Stick around and stay awhile
In fact I intend to make you
Read these lines
that will take you
Shamelessly away from here
Just as I did come, my dear.
"I'm not just some character in your book and you are not my god blame him, he wrote me that way."
InscribeOnce I knew this boyInscribe3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
who stopped knowing what to say,
so he took all of his problems
and left them on a page.
So I'd read between the lines
of different quotes every day.
Sometimes lyrics, or sometimes
Vonnegut, Neruda or Hemingway.
"So it goes" he'd quote,
and I never knew what to say
Instead I read the words he fed me
until they'd eaten me away.
He took all of his troubles
and stacked them on a shelf,
Too high for me too reach,
too far for me to help.
Now I'm reminded of him when
I hear a book or movie quote,
or when I see the delicate
lines and marks of music notes.
So I took all of his words
and kept them in my head.
All the work he'd written
and mostly everything he'd said.
I put him down on paper,
as he did with me,
And painted him on canvas
for everyone to see.
So to all, I show that I recall
his fading, far off face,
That only with paper we can
keep a person in one place.
Sunrise GallowsCrimsonSunrise Gallows3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's heard through the forest
It's heard everyday.
Another has fallen
Another is saved.
Keep your eyes open
Don't look away.
They want you to see this
They want to see pain.
Is another's gain.
SongbirdHe hooks his arm into the loop of mine.Songbird3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is mine, he proclaims proudly.
You can't just own people, I tell him.
Their hearts flutter and batter themselves
against the cage of their ribs,
breaking themselves before they escape.
You can't own a heart that belongs to its soul,
just as how you can't own a bird
that belongs to the sky.
And the bird cannot keep the song
it still sings even when caged.
His eyes are downcast.
I know, I tell him. I tried.
But if you are quite still,
you can hear it sing from afar.
RivalryHis name is Jack. I know that usually, I don't disclose much to you. But Jack is someone I need to tell you about. I have known Jack my whole life. He's been a best friend to me when the concept of best friends was nothing but some candy, and who led the gang in the playground. Commitment was a pair of bicycles thrown on the lawn and a race to the spiced lemonade his mother made so well. When we were young, we knew we were going to conquer the world. The battle was always, who would conquer it first?Rivalry4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Jack's father was an alcoholic. I will never forget that rainy afternoon when I opened the door to find him standing there, rain soaked tears streaming down his face and a red, harsh welt across his cheek. We stood there for what seemed like hours. We didn't speak at all that day. And after that, he was a different person. You see, Jack never had any siblings. I was his last remnant of childhood, his rival playground leader and yes, maybe even his best friend.
It was just his mother and hi
i am growing wings but there is nowhere to goi am so done -i am growing wings but there is nowhere to go2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because i can feel it:
there is a fear within me,
encapsulated in my blood cells,
the fear dreams;
it breathes like a living thing.
so done with -
nightmares of text messages
and unapologetic letters
and you, walking away from me,
nightmares of the words
done with this -
because i am a nomad
(who has never left her home).
i know there are feathers growing
in the hollow of my bones.
but i am growing roots here, attaching
to this place, to this house
to the color of the sunlight as i hold your hand,
this feeling -
that i have not even started yet.
PleasePlease,Please5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love you,
but its best for you to..
I want you to hold me close,
but just break me...
Rip my hair from its roots with those beautiful hands,
Spit in my face,
Show me that you understand I am
GriffinMy mistakes are on my head,Griffin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the cigarettes taste like dryer sheets.
On the street curb of a suburban block,
streetlights flickered and jaundicing,
WorthlessWhat if this is all thatWorthless5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we were ever meant to be;
through the darkness with no
survival instinct left? What if
we'll always be bitter and anomalous,
and what if they forget
to ever fit us with working hearts?
Don't tell me
everyone feels like they are either
going to explode or murder
everyone they meet every single day,
that they're so alone that even they
have given up caring. Because
if it's such a key part of growing up,
why are there so many people still left breathing?
You're telling me that we don't have to
be lost causes, yet I am dancing
alone in the middle of the street, eyes closed,
and they are claiming me to
be reckless, telling me I have a
But the truth is,
I just want to know if living is worth it.
Staying for the Seasonyou were bornStaying for the Season3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a broken cradle
where no one taught you
how to breathe
you need the stars
like nourishment, but
they just don't feel
you live like a heart attack,
an insufferable shuddering,
a socially aware illness without
the will to pull through
it's a sad truth when we
look up in the mirror, and
only see ourselves-
but it's okay.
write it on the walls, it's
okay, you just need a
little more sleep.
(wake up. it's nearly
December and you're
Solace of the RainIt's raining,Solace of the Rain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that kind of misty rain
that kisses your skin,
then fades away with the night.
The weather is always so fickle,
it leaves without a sound,
leaving only trails
of its petrichor behind.
Yet it leaves a screen,
of dew grass and fish-pond puddles,
filled with echoes of the sunset,
the kind that flood my mind.
So I'll wander through memories,
stumbling through, my torchlight burnt out,
'til the rain comes again,
and I surrender myself without fright.
Don't BreatheI won't breathe as long as your words still linger in the air.Don't Breathe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I refuse to choke on the lies you tell.
I won't rest as long as you keep wishing my dreams sweet.
I refuse to run from a nightmare that you so cleverly bid.
I won't ever unlock my heart from its cage as long as it's you who seeks it as a prize.
I refuse to give it away as long as you're here holding your palms out.
So don't say you love me just to fill the silence in the air.
Because as long as "love" is in the air, I'll continue on, always holding my breath.
Maybe TomorrowMaybe tomorrowMaybe Tomorrow5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll see you and we'll have
a conversation saying so much
more than just "Hi, how
have you been?"
because tomorrow is
Monday and isn't that how
these things are supposed to work?
I'll tell you that I've been
what I would really mean is that
I have missed you oh so much
and I've tossed and turned every night
for twelve nights now,
and I'm sorry, I'm
sorry for not being there.
And you would
reply that you miss me too, and
it's okay because deep
down, we haven't changed
and we're still the same people.
Your eyes would press into mine that
we're still the same people and we still need each other.
But we're growing up and we're
sailing away, and people
never say what they mean anymore.
[I don't even think you do miss me, anyway.]
reflectionsi'm not sure what's going on in my head anymore.reflections5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
i miss people who aren't even gone, and the people who left are leaving their fingerprints all over the inside of my heart.
i miss the way he looked at me when we folded up together and he ran his fingers through my hair. i don't miss him--he was no good for me or anybody else--but i miss the way he let me listen to his heart through his ribs and trace the veins from his fingertips until the sleeve of his t-shirt kept my hands from going any farther. i miss feeling his bones move under his skin with my forearms and my knees and my chest, and i even miss the revulsion and the pulling away when his lips brushed my cheek.
in this place, touch means feeling and feeling means touch. i can't begin to unravel the customs and the social norms behind the times when it's okay to let my hand linger on a shoulder or a wrist, and i can't understand why they stare when i say exactly what i think. i can't get over how beautiful everyone and everything
Justifications and Salted Smiles"I don't think I'm holding on any longerJustifications and Salted Smiles3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm diving in.
I wish that you would see,
there's a magical land at the bottom of the ocean
where waterproof lungs let you be
everything you've dreamed.
You can bury underneath the sand
and not be found-
it's the land that's been promised to me
in late night whispers
and burnt tears
wasted on things that don't matter.
I know it's real,
broken minds can't lie
and I can feel it in my bones-
there's something more.
What other reasons would we live for?
They say you inhale saltwater
and exhale enlightenment.
The waves pour over you
and finally make you clean (pure)
No one knows where you are
so your problems don't follow
and neither does time.
It all fades away
until you disintegrate
like your worries.
You can only get there
with a heart that doesn't beat
because humans' empty brains
You need to be all the way gone
I want to go and find myself
and live the dreams I never had.
I swear, it's not that bad-
The Loungemascara band-aidsThe Lounge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and cosmic blush
tepid hand shakes
and trysts of lust
the panther prowl
smoke rings gather
in spectral mist
elbows and twists
shoulders furled up
in the cold
no one knows
which way to go
but car crashes
are just as common,
tense intentionsiv.tense intentions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you lurk behind my sternum and
lace my uneasy breaths with
doubt and self-deprecation, I
can't breathe. I
guess I didn't need to sleep.
I am smudged in between the lies,
an asymmetric astrology chart
mapping misguided dreams
when you make a wish on me,
I sell away another piece
(I wish I were my own)
it was always me, it was always
the blood clotting in my heart
and words coagulating on my
tongue – I swallow cyanide to
vomit up my narcissistic tendencies
it was nothing that ever mattered
when the dust settled and you
could finally remember my name
(and you settled down into my bones
deciding I was hollow enough for a stay)
I will never leave
but I warned you my poetic dedications
were never pretty
Coven of Vexed Heartsthere were four girlsCoven of Vexed Hearts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who wore hearts on their arms
each with a different intent;
they wanted to see what they had in common,
and what their symbols meant.
the mousy girl, Penelope
was nothing more than a whisper
"I trace hearts on my arm in pen
and spray them with my mom's perfume
I used to worry no one cared,
I'd sit alone in my own gloom.
The hearts let me remember
I'll always have her
even alone, I can know
someone really loves me.
She's always there."
the breeze trickled through her hair
she brushed her bangs from her quiet face
and Nora outright laughed-
her soul was scarred
just like her arms, permanently marred
disfigured in makeshift hearts
"I've carved and burned hearts in my arm
cause I have none inside.
No one likes me either, girl;
I leave them petrified.
But that's my joy, they hate my art
they've learned to fear these pretty hearts.
I am different.
I wear my wounds like ready weapons
that's the gift, when you inflict them on yourself."
she chuckled, tracing the patterns
AsynchronousI am the patchwork pastel on drivewaysAsynchronous3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in early June, hopscotch walkways
outlined in chalk and crimson,
worlds gently [shakily] defined
by dust and sprouting minds-
you are the April showers
and those segways to summer wildflowers
catching me in your palms of quicksilver
traipsing me through raunchy streets like
a rope you made by braiding rainbows-
dyeing tar the pretty pink of my knees.
I cling to gritty decorations
in dripped limbs all over town,
where rain paints the curb
different shades of my lost pieces,
a drainage ditch claims the color of my eyes.
I am the sullied, battered reef
lit up in barnacles like holiday lights
or a string of dead fireflies.
Drowning in apologies
for my skin that cuts your hand,
begging the atmosphere
to wear me away.
You are the jealous tide-
a thief with jewels that don't quite shimmer.
Failures pinned with tacks on passerby,
grasping at my toes in efforts that
mimic a trapeze artist
new to release and the saf
The Strangest ThingWhat made me get over youThe Strangest Thing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
was finally knowing that
you loved me.
ColorblindI gave away my name todayColorblind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it might be a metaphor, but I think
we only remember the quietest suicides
the walls are thin enough to listen
as the angels try to scratch free;
bloodied fingernails and God says everyone
screws up, sometimes
I'm waiting for a silent night.
I only ever believed in solid ground
and depressions' tides, and sometimes,
those little wounds I nursed deep
within my vocal chords (because
my voice is dying, too)
I can see the beautiful people, now
overdosing on their own opiums of
self-acquittal and dissolution
they ran out of ways to ask for help.
I'm fragile, but my glass ribs
aren't holding much
and I'm through trying to find something
different, because it's scary to know
what exactly's the same
yesterday I was someone else and
tomorrow I'm further into inevitabilities of
who I promised I'd never be--
I'm waiting for a happy ending,
but if you love something
you let it go.
WordsSilence.Words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dumb in shadows.
a thousand lies
lost in eternity,
a hushed embrace.
yet not a word was spoken,
soundless dreams dancing,
rippled satin flowing.
Masked bandits laughing,
cloaked and unforgiving,
prancing violet circles,
A dueling ring of spectres.
sadistic, taunting visions,
memories of terror,
never to forget.