Just because it is a cycle, doesn't mean it is allThe idea of quitting is nothing new. You let the words bounce around your head and then you let them spew. In private, alone. In the alley behind your home. you drain your throat of everything in your head and hope it leave you alone. but it breaks down into the soil and gets swept back up into the drains. and washing out into the oceans where liquid has few names. Until it is hoisted up into the sky and fluffs out into clouds that methodically pass you by. The ideas went back inside you and come down as rain but you stay indoors dry and insane.
Love Thy NeighborHe is coming around, again. I can see him walking by my shrubs. He leans into his turn. Positions his body to fit his flight path to my front door. I'm not even sure if he touched the steps and he is on my porch. Feet planted squarely on my generic welcome doormat, his momentum transfers smoothly into his arm as his fist briskly makes a triple appearance against my maple barrier to the world hub.Love Thy Neighbor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He's quiet now, focused. He works on hiding his frown so that he can put on his neighbor face. He's here once a week, to complain. He has tried three times to start a neighborhood standards watch. He tells you what to do and tries to make it sound like a suggestion.
I know he is focused because I told him twice to fuck himself. He cares about the appearance of things. There is the way things are and there is whatever is in his head. He always thinks I should be doing something different. He probably wants me to water my lawn. It had started to lose color, a few days ago, and I haven't had to m
They Call It LoveThe world blows along our mending heartsThey Call It Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Derided by the whispering sound
Where cradles sink bare, drowning with the used
Eclipsed with the sun by a cruel, smut heart
Ash pastures exist blindly, a pitiless snow
So invasive to reveal in the smile of a man
The feeling is there, but obviously smitten
Plagued with the love by a cruel, smut heart
Melting mountains now waterfalls, wine out of a glass
Pouring like a wound into the eyes of an epiphany
In love and in care, yet maddened inside
Just falling past the void by a cruel, smut heart
Winded skies sink to meadows, breathless, in pain
Gasping in its apparitions that circle the clouds
Flawless in pride, descending towards hell
Infatatuated by a girl with a cruel, smut heart
Jack and SallyStitch my heart with the woes you've created,Jack and Sally4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So it may let me know you love me,
Your inability to feel in an impossible rumor,
Because your eyes say otherwise,
Our hearts thread dreams like mystical spider-webs,
Under a lifeless sky towards birth,
Let us sing to the moon our tricky sonnets,
So it may open each door.
Those unissued dwellings.
So everyday may be our own liberty.
Blueberry BloodA rhyme is somatic,Blueberry Blood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the world is still advancing,
but I'm gonna let my mind scheme some dreams,
it's what I fancy.
Nothing is important,
this world is nonabsorbent,
to the truth that whips past their cash,
we're all lost informants.
Blueberries in the village,
the massacre, the pillage,
innocence in the mud to drop blood,
a deadly spillage.
Our minds are stowed away,
locked, played for another day,
we'll call it out when they say shout,
"Doomsday is on its way!"
A rhyme is somatic,
and our world is still advancing,
but I'm gonna let my mind scheme some dreams,
I'll make it happen . . .
Stars for HerI showed you how many stars saturate the skyStars for Her3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We trekked like Pilgrims finding the shore
We jumped in a lake and swam until numb
Our joy challenged the sun
You think I’m irresponsible
I showed you my soul
We laid in quiet anticipation of past days
We grasp elements of events and conversations
Our thoughts swelled with philosophy and beauty
You think I am lazy
I showed you my love
We ate and danced to the merriment of each other
We swore to the future and dreamed of possibilities
Our minds struggled to sooth-say but still we tried
You think I lack passion
Who Gave My Innocence Rabies?(and if I begged you, would it make this any less important?)Who Gave My Innocence Rabies?4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Give it to me straight, shoot it from the hip.
and you're running through the fairgrounds with candied-apple stuck in your teeth. A silly, little child nibbling cotton-candy, entirely unaware. have they forgotten to tell you?
it's poison. (sweetness wound from fiberglass) fluffy acid clouds, and they may taste like rainy
Too cold for angels to flyWith her bare feet she stood in the snow.Too cold for angels to fly3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her footsteps led back to a grey building.
She had just walked out of the front door without anyone noticing her.
Her brown curls hung loosely around her white spotted face.
She remembered her mother had told her to comb it, but it wasn't necessary.
The cold snowflakes brushed her face.
It was very cold outside, almost too cold, but she didn't notice.
Her fingers felt the soft material of her dress.
The dress was a bit too short for her liking, but she didn't care.
She looked back once more at the building.
Her family was in there, crying probably.
But she couldn't go back now. Not anymore.
She looked up to the sky and saw the moon.
Suddenly she was gone.
The little girl standing behind her swore she saw feathers flutter to the ground.
I Remember HerI Remember HerI Remember Her4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hey, I know her.
She's the one I tormented, bullied.
I never thought
I thought she'd be fine.
Hey, I know her.
She's the one I watched.
I watched come apart at the seams
I thought she'd be fine
Hey I know her.
She was my friend, was.
She started to change, so I didn't
I thought she'd be fine.
Hey, I know her.
No need to remember.
She is my friend.
I tried to help
I thought she'd be fine.
Hey, I know her, so familiar.
She's the one holding a gun.
I thought I'd be fine.
no exceptions.you took me in your armsno exceptions.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
and you held me.
and it was safe.
you kissed me
and you promised me.
"i'll never leave you
i wish i could say the same.
TenderlyKill me tenderly.Tenderly3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I feel the bittersweet pain.
Write me a love song.
The bottom hurts.I didn't want it to be this way.The bottom hurts.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I trusted you, when you said "but I do."
So I went along with it.
I didn't want the memories.
But I have them now.
And they're all I think about.
I didn't want to fall for you.
But I did, and you promised to catch me.
You didn't. Now that I have hit the bottom.
Stars wouldn't let her downThat night she laid there, on the wet grass counting the stars.Stars wouldn't let her down3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She counted them one by one, because she thought they'd never leave her.
Every night she'd do the same, she'd even wait for the clouds to move
to count her friends, her only friends.
To make sure they were still there for her. Not one missing. They were always there.
They'd stay for the night, but when she woke up in the morning, no one would be there.
So she'd wait for the night again, not sleeping, not dreaming.
Her stars would be enough. Every night she counted them, stars would never leave.
Stars would never let her down.
That's what she thought.
i'm trying, i swear.i wish i could write you a poemi'm trying, i swear.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about how you're perfect, how you
watch my laugh ignite, how you never leave.
i wish i could say you're perfect,
though all evidence proves you're not.
it could be even your eyes,brown/green orbs, were my favorites,
how i'd dive into them, as if assessing
all your truths.
but, truth is, i'm not so good
at assessing, at knowing, at
determining what is in your mind, however dismal.
and so i lost a battle i was not prepared to fight,
a battle i hadn't seen from the distance.
i lost you.
(or did you lose me?)
and the circumstances aren't from a lack of wanting,
of trying, because, goddammit, i tried
so damn hard to keep you around.
but you gave up, ka-put, done, we're done, we're lost, you're lost.
and i'm just the aftermath.
truth is, you don't deserve this poem.
you didn't deserve me. you still don't.
and i will make sure you know it, that i know it, and
that it never happens again.
I want you...Splice meI want you...3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and clean me too
Cut my throat
as I wish for you
Kicked and turned
Rush of blood
I'm going insane
Concerning You, Concerning MeI am medicated, too,Concerning You, Concerning Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just in a different way.
I wanted to know how the world
and 'round, and how I came
to be you (only slightly) and
how you came to be you
how we came to be separate,
but still fully fused at the spine.
I wanted to know
what it's like
to drown in hard liquor, self-pity,
and come out on the other side
(some may say unfortunately)
and what it's like to feel the burn
of chemical sorrow;
breathe in sweet resignation;
somehow snap back to me (to us),
(that you are still burning,
and it's not what you wanted
I wanted you, just a different make.
It's been years now (seventeen years and three hundred
since you were last a man,
and even longer since you were last
for being anything more than a regular
at the Motel 6;
a false celebration in more scotch than you
could handle, and enough opium
to powder the faces of all your ex-wives;
leave them breathless, gasping
Fishie So once upon a time, there was a fish. This fish did not want to be a fish. His greatest dream was to escape the water and make friends with a tree. He would jump on land everyday holding his breath longer and longer. He would balance on the edge, and when he passed out, he would fall back in the water and be revived. When he could hold his breath for a half hour on land, he started to practice how to move. Day after day, he practiced how to flop on land to get to where he wanted to go. Eventually the cougars started to gather around to watch him. They were dumbfounded at the fish's determination to make friends with a tree. When he was strong enough to flop two miles at a time and could hold his breath for an hour and a half, he set off on his journey to find a friendly tree. The cougars cheered him on and kept anyone that would want to eatFishie3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nobody Told MeNobody told me about the work.Nobody Told Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody told me about the weight of that bag I carry home each night.
Nobody told me about the complicity of drawing realistically,
and nobody told me how hard it is to keep a pencil sharp.
Nobody told me how hard it is to keep the ink in my very favorite marker.
Nobody told me how fast the time would go.
Nobody told me how people can be so mean,
and nobody told me why they hate me so.
Nobody told me why writing (and reading) is a release.
Nobody told me why music can be life.
Nobody told me why computerized games are so fun,
and, dammit! Nobody told me about the death!
So thank you John
and thank you Hank,
for creating a place for me-
a place for us all-
to be myself-
to be ourselves-
and for teaching us about life.
When school is shit
and I'd like to give up,
John Green's books,
Hank Green's songs,
and I think
never grow up.Quite Frankly,never grow up.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I need more of you in my life
because you make life more beautiful.
Letter 4Dear Abby,Letter 43 years ago in Letters More Like This
Here it is. My love letter, but a poorly planned out one. I know you may never read this and that's good because if you ever did read this, I might as well just give up. For you to walk inside the lanes, roads, twists and turns of my heart to understand how it works. I would only want you to be the first but to be the first, you must be the last. The first one to touch my heart, smile, hold it in your arms like a child and then keep it till the end of time. I want you to keep it, even if it means you will stay. I miss you so much that it literally hurts and I'm still not used to you being gone. It's lonely and dark. I want my red-headed Abby back with her smile and lazy puns. I want the Abby that was smart and worked hard for her dream.
I want the Abby I know and love.
Because I love you. I do. And it's not like that silly teenage love or the best friends forever love. It's the love where no one else can make me as
Never Learn To FlyI remember a sky I once considered blue, a twisted atmosphere with the pressing kind of heat that kept me walking until the reds and purples of sundown, when the silhouettes of the streetlights would notice my struggle with the upcoming dark, and light my way. I remember how I made maps of the stars in a galaxy that felt so big to me, of which the contents now lack brightness to dazzle me, or to even outshine the eyes of those I do not care about, to those I turn my cheek because this sky, nowNever Learn To Fly4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
consists of every shade of black.
Melancholy RosesMelancholyMelancholy Roses3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How a single touch
Can reap souls
As the Melody
Begins to subside
Watching Mind & Body divide
The agony, accustomed to my eyes
Wishing to become happy again
As I turned into an empty shell
Treating the living dead
Is a waste of medicine
Who.Is.She?Who.Is.She?Who.Is.She?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No words spoken,
A faded human,
Silent, innocent and unnoticed.
Who is she?
What's her name?
A classroom back-seater,
Of which she's invisible.
She's forgotten and unknown,
Did you know her?
Take a step back,
Admire her unseen beauty.
Her authentic, understanding eyes,
Her facial emotions of sadness,
Her longing for friendship and love,
Do you feel sorry for her?
And yet you do nothing...
You can't risk knowing an outsider,
Your reputation would sharply decrease, so you let her be.
Popularity queen are you?
Popularity should only be given as a reward for kindness and given only to those who deserve it.
It's not a reward for your heartless comments or harsh games, not even for your selfish confidence boost, just so you can bring someone elses crashing down.
There is only one word to describe you...
i can't goemily: you know what sucks the most in the world?i can't go3 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.