A Book and TeaI'm used to not meaning much to anyone.
I'm used to being alone -
And really, I can't complain.
My solitary lifestyle suits my personality,
Observing, watching the world pass by,
Curled around my book and cup of tea -
Maybe a little judgmental,
Maybe a little sad.
But you know, it gets lonely.
I'm my own best friend, it's true-
But sometimes I want to call someone
And watch a movie, or just sit around
And do nothing in particular-
Just sharing air and experiences.
Then again, who am I kidding.
I'm not good at the friend thing.
So I shall continue with my book
And my cup of tea with tinges of judgement
Watching the rain dripping down the windows
With a smile and a sigh.
In The AshesThere are nightsIn The Ashes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Filled with the most desolate and loathsome hours
In these times,
I see the world
Smoldering in the ashes
Of thought less hate,
Bringing me out of my nightmares
To awake to a world much more Cruel
Smoke collapsing my lungs,
Like a mine
Just to cover up the sorrow
That seems to find it's way
Under my skin,
Not a soul to hear me confess
The endless sins of this life
Only my shaking hands,
And the tainted imagery that haunts my memory
Like a ghost in the fog,
Those nights are never ending
Beginning in the middle,
Trapping me just at the end,
The phoenix I am not
Rising from the ashes
To start a new,
Agony will hit my throat tonight,
Realization will set in my chest,
As I flee these cracked portraits,
And fight for my end
But I can not die,
I can not rest
I am like a fish,
Dancing for a breath
Caught out of water,
Watching this world set ablaze.
pipedreamhomesick, he said,pipedream2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
words like fire as they
dripped out of his head
lovestruck, he cried,
words like ice when
he says them he sighs
deep, melancholy lullabies
dumbfounded, he wept,
words like the tender
broken heart that he kept
cuddled under his ribs
for a place that like
love, didn't exist,
but he tried
enough to find it.
as he tried to stop the
chatter running around in his head.
Her Second HeartShe sees him laying thereHer Second Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unable to speak
Unable to move
To breathe on his own
The car speeding down the road
at 45 miles per hour
in a 25 miles per hour zone
stole all of it from him
5 minutes to midnight
5 minutes until they pull the plug
She stares at his empty shell
The shell of the boy she once loved
and still loves
Her love never confessed
3 minutes to midnight
She holds his stiffened hand
and whispers to him
"I love you"
1 minute to midnight
His family files in
saying their goodbyes
The girl does not move
from her love's side
30 seconds to midnight
Tears are shed
None as despaired as the girl's
The droplets falling, decorating his pale face
"I love you" She whispers again
The plug is pulled
Severing his last lifeline
His face is covered
He is taken out of the room
His family leaves
But the girl stays
She sinks to the floor
When she looks up
She sees a note on the floor
Her name written on it
inside a clumsily drawn heart
His trademark bad ha
Me.I'm Meghan.Me.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm fifteen years old.
I'm doing the very best that I can.
I am confident in saying that I am timid,
and I am never timid about my confidence.
I question everything, and pretend to have all the answers.
I am scared.
Much of the time, I am scared.
Of being in crowds.
Sometimes of dreaming, and other times, of waking up.
In other ways, I am brave.
I can be very brave when it counts.
Usually, I don't even know it,
when I am.
Not until someone tells me
"That was very brave."
But then again, I don't know many things at all, until I'm told.
I may be young, but I've been in love.
Please don't scoff; it was real.
It was magical, and wonderful.
I felt safe with him. I knew he could never, ever hurt me.
He sang to me.
He read me whole books.
He wrote me things.
He worshipped me, though I wasn't thin, or extraordinary...
He told me I was both.
He told me I was perfect.
That he loved me.
Until he called me on our ten-month anniversary,
(I know that
supernova brightit's raining outside. always a little colder when you are lonely. i just want to find myself. i keep running in and out of my mind, but i can't tell where i'm standing anymore. or if i'm lying down.supernova bright2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
last night i stood on my roof for hours. my arms outstretched, i let the rain fall over me. i have never been so cold. the edge was slippery and the distance to the ground below made me feel i was soaring.
in a way, i was.
i can't tell you what it's like because i don't know. i shed my body and floated between clouds, wisps and winds tearing at me, pulling me apart and piecing me together with raindrops, teardrops.
"the sky cries for me," i said.
she looked up; "the sky comes for me."
supernova bright, i want a shot of your light. i want a taste of the sun. i want to trace a history in notes, tell it the way only our music can.
i want to remember everything as it was. as it is. as it should be. but it's dark in here. it's cold in here.
give me a light
Synonym, SubstituteGoogle Search: How to get rid of a headache.Synonym, Substitute2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I was in third grade, I learned everything and nothing. Ask a teacher where to find the purpose of life, and they'll say in their classroom. But in truth, I found it in third grade. In third grade I learned how to write because I was there one day, but was absent they day they taught us how to many feet are in a yard, and I still don't know.
However, I did learn how to use synonyms. So I can clearly say that my headache is pulsing and pounding and throbbing and thumping, which are not only synonyms but also alliterations. I can say my headache is omnipresent, pervasive, always there. However, I cannot come up with a synonym for the cause because it is unknown, indefinite, unspecified.
Sometimes the health professionals, doctors, physicians ask me when the headache started and I tell them I don't know. One day it just appeared and now it won't go away. I say that maybe it's been with me since my birth, my beginning. Maybe i
Long Distance LoveDarling,Long Distance Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
let me take a moment
to breathe you in.
To run my fingers
across your face
kiss my forehead
so tenderly I'll
feel its mark
Lets take a moment
for that dreadful goodbye.
let me remember
of your lips
instead of the miles
that tear us apart.
Lets take a moment
to wipe our eyes -
to stay strong.
let me take this
and treasure it
with all I am.
For in the blink
of an eye,
you'll be gone.
What Water Tastes LikeI am a great actress.What Water Tastes Like2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I have been hiding my pain
for years now.
Spiritual warfare isn't something
every teen girl goes through
He knows how much I've cried
behind my bathroom door,
can't take much more -
only to come out as if
nothing could ever damage me...
I listened to the enemy.
"Unworthy, unloved, unwanted."
"Put that blade to your body."
And I did.
I told myself I never would,
told myself I never could.
That's something that should
never even cross my mind.
But it did.
A girl as young as me
shouldn't be battling death,
but I have since third grade.
Jesus was my aid.
Nights he would serenade
me to sleep,
reassuring I am His to keep.
Morning came and He would shout,
"Child! Do not doubt.
There is so much to live for -
this is not what I have in store
But it wasn't easy.
Sometimes I couldn't hear
and out of anger and fear
I screamed at the Lord
doubting He'd appear.
But He always did.
And He will continue
to surprise me -
that's just who He is
WaitingIt is so quiet.Waiting3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faceless voices reverberate along invisible airwaves.
A soft persistent buzzing in my ears.
I am thoughtless, floating on nothing.
The same lady wanders back and forth.
Stop and repeat.
It is so quiet.
A formless hive droning in my ears.
My head throbs.
I wince at glittering sun shine.
An old man paces back and forth.
His wife flutters paper in shaking hands.
It is so quiet.
The clock drums out its own heart beat.
Time seems to fly when you're thinking nothing.
How soon will you be back.
An endless slap of feet on lino.
It is so quiet.
Have you forgotten me, sitting here in silence?
Fingers tap a senseless pattern.
Music babbles, orchestrated by vacant people.
Heat fades like a light dimmed.
Footsteps echo down a twisting hall.
It is so quiet.
I wish you would wake now.
Open sleep crusted eyes and smile.
Have I told you I love your smile?
Its time to wake up.
It is so quiet.
Faint ringing dances round my head.
Your hand is heavy in mine.
Somehow we hav
Monument to a Ruined ManI see you now.Monument to a Ruined Man2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The magnificent velvet and silk flags of your name
Now fester and rot in tatters.
The ornate gold and jewels, now dull and blackened with age,
Hang limply from the brittle, yellowing scaffolds
Of your admiring subjects, their mouths gaping open in one last,
All loyalty long since disappeared.
And here you stand
Alone in the silence of your own undoing-
No longer a ruler, or even a man, but a shell-
The hands whose wizened palms I once worshipped
Have crumbled slowly into nothing.
Those lips, whose stately curve I once adored,
Now worn and cracked from centuries of smiling.
But your smiles were never intended for me.
How I longed for something more than
The cold, conceited gaze with which I was rewarded.
But time passed, your influence waned, and now you stare emptily
Searching in vain for your salvation.
And here, as your empire dies,
You fall to the ash and dust
And are swallowed by darkness
And whispers echo through the void:
This is your legacy.
'You Like Him'You turn.'You Like Him'1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your hair is messy,
but it somehow
The air smells like
Simplicity at its finest.
My expression softens
at the sound of your voice.
It always does.
You being near
is a blanket
on a rainy day.
Don't walk away.
Our eyes lock once more.
And then my heart
So sudden -
it swoops back up.
I tell myself,
'You like him.'
Dammit. Not again.
FriendlessThere's a little boy who walks to school,Friendless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody knows his name.
No matter what he tries to do,
It is always the same.
He keeps up with all the trends,
He knows them inside out.
Each one he pulls off perfectly,
Even that selfie-photo pout.
Each week he brings a box of muffins,
Though nobody knows why.
He used to try and hand them out,
Now he doesn't even try.
He shares the muffins with the crows
and eats them one by one.
For consuming that much sugar,
He sure looks miserable when he's done.
He looks down at the empty box
and you see a little smile.
The crows fly off and he lies down;
They'll all be full for quite a while.
The same routine, every week,
I think so that he can pretend,
That in the year that he's been here,
He's made at least one friend.
The Librarians BookThe Librarians Book2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A book's cover grasps onto your eyelids
Gripping your attention with its leather bound mind,
It's drawing you in while it's wrapping you up
Inside of its pages that are sealed with a bind.
Read my child and soon you'll learn
That my books are ones who are known to yearn,
First chapter and next the book traps you still
You can't help but feel this novel seems ill.
The cover is old, so smooth, and so fine
But the pages look aged and withered from time
With its gold print and letters so tall,
Please feel free to keep your options wide,
This librarian has enough words for all.
what I forgot to sayto the girl who lives like a hurricane:what I forgot to say1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
don’t expect to tell me about
your addiction to self-harm and
Nyquil and have me smile;
although, as I shiver from lakewater
and things less tangible, I seem to
acquire a talent for glossing over the list
of things I need to tell you--
is an asshole. California does not
begin and end in a tiny town where
people operate like clockwork around
the same happy working song. I am not
a fountain of wisdom, and, to be honest,
I can barely understand you over the
thunderstorms in my own brain.
you are beautiful and you are
to the girl I left back in time:
purpose is not a given. I am
the same teenage angst who used
to wear too much eyeliner and
complain about my future
as I’d foretold it-- loveless and whiny,
like me. I am her plus a few more
self destructions and minus
a lot more days to continue striving
alongside you for simple goals and
simple friends and simple memories
I won’t remember.
to the girl who see
The TruthDo you remember when the leaves fell?The Truth2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You said the trees were dying.
I said you're lying; their beauty is remoulded in the Spring.
Do you remember when the rain began?
You said that God was crying.
I said you're lying; if he wanted, God could make the sun shine.
Do you remember when the winds tore through?
You said the world was raging.
I said you're lying; the world remained in the eye of the storm.
Do you remember when the lights went out?
You said the dark was coming.
I said you're lying; your hand remained against the only switch.
Do you remember when the snow melted?
You said the cold was fading.
I said you're lying; the cold was ever creeping in your mind.
Do you remember when you were dying?
You said that you were leaving.
I said you're lying; I will forever hold you in my heart.
SurvivalSurvival.Survival2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.
Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.
We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.
We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.
We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as we are well endowed with songs of praise.
We are opportunists.
We are convincing and ruthless.
We are the modern day Judas.
The Darkness is LightOutside, in the pouring rainThe Darkness is Light1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A lone girl stands
Her soul attached to a chain
And she has shaken hands
Within the house behind her
She can hear them fight
Her mother and father creates a big stir
And frightens her away from their sight
The outside welcomes her with open arms
But yet she cannot travel further than the curb
And yes she knows all the harms
That can be described with every verb
Her explanation for this
Is simple yet misunderstood
One which someone who can dismiss
It as ignorance and stupidity
But she speaks it as understandingly as she could
“The darkness is light
The light is darkness
The darkness is so bright
The light has a powerful abrasiveness.”
Blood trickles down her nostril
Plummeting down like the rainfall
“The darkness is what I’m used to
I cannot walk out into a better life
Only if they truly knew
How difficult it is to tolerate this life
“The light is not welcoming enough
To convince me any further
I guess I’m just not that to
Being Kind To WormsA puff of pollenBeing Kind To Worms1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
snuggled into my ear-
She blew in from
her cotton cloud father
from his cottenwood god-
and told me how to feel
She told me from now on,
She's only writing love poems
But ends up instead
writing a lot about
I sat in an alley
in between office buildings
and thought about jungles.
The ground pushed worms
out from their homes
to make room for the rain
like birthing daughters
of dirty water.
Be kind to them;
by this I mean
stuff them into a rotten apple
and put them in the freezer.
They'll go right to sleep.
I sat in a burning building
in between eternities
and thought about worms.
from its cumulus father
from the same god as me-
splattered into my ear canal
dissolving the cotton puff
and as she died,
she told me
from now on
Sometimes when I'm driving-
everything goes dark-
my car shrinks in on me-
I get very cold-
and everything around me-
WriterWords are limited.Writer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My brain lifts up,
Goes out in my head.
With my paper and pen,
How beautiful will it come out?
My eyes are shutting,
But stories keep on going.
I can't miss the moment or else,
Regrets will eat me whole.
No doubt comes along
I follow this
Heart filled passion
With creativity coated mind,
The two become one.
A perfect combination
creates a masterpiece.
And no space for priorities.
Head can't be controlled.
I just write and write.
The next thing I knew,
I'm already insane.
The EndThe endThe End2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Digging the grave of the short story that is your life
Rambling the worms around your trembling knees.
In the frozen land you will bury you own mind,
That soiled memory of a character you once were.
And in the meadow of forgotten hopes,
Wrapped in the foggy gray cloak of the bitter morning,
You float through the vast harmony of Earth,
That you will no longer reach with your stone-cold hands,
Nor see with your dark veiled eyes.
But do not despair, fool,
For those who swallowed your words like honey-wine,
Will remember to follow the trail you left behind,
That same path you were once led into,
Before closing your eyes on the marvels laying upon you.
Counting MinutesI've never been one for numbers.Counting Minutes2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But lately I've been counting minutes and,
I've come to a conclusion:
Every minute that passes by
is another minute wasted.
Wasted only because it's one
when I'm not with you.
You call me your angel.
To which I'm not,
sometimes I wish I really
was an angel...
That way I could fly to where you are.
But the only thing that flies
is my heart
when I get a message notification.
It's the sound that I hear
when I'm not even online
because I'm so used to it's ringing
I hear it all the time.
It's my favorite sound.
Besides your voice, of course.
Although the only time I get
to hear it is when we video chat.
And when we do video chat,
it's late night whispers so
our families won't hear.
Nothing gets me more
than when you whistle.
And I try...
And I fail.
The closest we've gotten to touching
is making hearts with our hands,
sending words in sign language,
and hugging our pillows
when it's time to say goodnight.
... Or good morning.
I say it's morning,
I know not whyI know not why the caged bird sings,I know not why2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
all I can say is that it does–
imprisoned forever, poor thing.
Doomed to repeat its melodies,
with no one around to listen.
Cut off from the world, like disease–
Lonely, terrible existence.
I know not why it softly cries,
Only that it does. Persistence.
When all of its screams have not been
heard, why, dear lord, do you treat it
so? What is this I feel within?
Such a longing to set it free
grows stronger with each solemn note.
This passion burns inside of me!
I know not why the caged bird sings,
all I can say is that it does,
and how it longs to spread its wings.
zero.5. I think I'm afraid of sex.zero.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's terrifying that two people can fit together perfectly, without even really liking each other at all.
4. I'm afraid of the day I start replacing myself with somebody else in all of our pictures; of the day I'll see my reflection and wish I didn't have to.
3. I'm afraid of doctors, and medicine.
The first time I took lithium, I couldn't hold it down. So I locked the bathroom door and flushed the entire bottle.
The second time, I couldn't walk more than ten steps without falling.
Honestly, I'm just wondering why they use poison to purify me.
2. I'm afraid of the ocean.
I'm afraid of looking down one day, and not seeing the edges. Of there being nothing there.
I'm afraid of falling and having nothing to catch me.
There's already nobody. The ground is really all I have.
1. I'm afraid of breaking things.
Like, once, I broke my dad's trust in me.
Once I broke somebody's heart.
Once I broke my kindergarten teacher's favorite