how to become a writerhave parents that separatehow to become a writer2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you’re in high school;
a father filled with unused anger
and a mother who’s too busy to care.
pretend it doesn’t hurt.
let your friends treat you
everything is your fault.
listen to their problems with a fake smile
all the while crying out because
everything hurts and no one can see.
press a knife to your skin,
but be too cowardly to
draw your own blood.
fall in love with people
who could never notice you,
just. not. good.
chew on the multicolored
strands of your hair.
(you can’t stop running
from who you really are.)
carry around a notebook
the failed escape artistshe is a snowflake-skinned sighthe failed escape artist2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
floating on the winds of Eurus,
playing tic-tac-toe on her skin.
she always comes out the loser
standing on the road between
two worlds, she wonders when
she started to read the map wrong,
because this isn’t the
second star from the right.
she can burn the pictures,
but she can’t burn her memories.
and damn it,
her wanderlust is trying to
pull her up, up, and away
but the desolation is keeping
its slimy tentacle wrapped
around her ankle and
siren's abyssyour metallic voice drips off your tongue,siren's abyss7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
acid burning through my paper skin.
a siren song drifts though my mind;
i am a ship crafted from the daily news
being pulled in by your gravity,
sinking your raven colored abyss-eyes
and crashing into your rocky shores.
lost memories between the sofa cushionsi found the lost boys under the sink again,lost memories between the sofa cushions1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
their eyes boring as dark as a stygian night.
black ink tallies were scrawled on their arms --
an imaginary clock ticking life away in place
of the years they weren’t growing.
they reach their hands out to me,
beckoning, whispering the mantra
“be our mother again, again, again...”
but it was your words that echoed in my mind:
even pixie dust isn’t strong enough
to help me fly anymore.
a super nova's roaryour breathing comes heavya super nova's roar5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
as you whisper in my ear:
"veni, vidi, vici,
your fingers tangle themselves
into my mane, sending
trapped stars careening into
the depths of the universe.
your mouth meets mine.
we explode into dark matter
as i caress your butterfly skin,
my unsheathed claws gliding down
your rope-tied spine.
constellations dance across my body
and super novae bloom in the cracks
beyond time where lips and skin meet.
we roar at the night sky
as we rise from the lapping waves.
omnis vir tigris,
but we are lions, ascending
to take our place among the stars.
moonsongthe crescent moons bitten into my palmsmoonsong7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
break apart the hard worn lines written
there. a fortune teller told me
it was just a matter of time before my
universe crashed in on itself
and my stars ripped themselves apart.
your gray-sky-eyes swallowed me whole
and i fell down, down, down
while your piano key fingers played
my melody one last time.
the stained masqueradei have a red-line-rash from scratching too much;the stained masquerade2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you always rubbed me the wrong way, but i guess
that's what i liked about you, wasn't it?
you could go on for days about how girls
shouldn't wear powder foundation
while you dabbed it on your own nose.
i hated the way your rain boots would squeak
after you jumped into a puddle of mud.
you never cared about "intended use," and
i guess that's why you liked me. you could use
me any way you wanted and i just wouldn't care.
the ballroom inside your mind is cracking, though,
because i took off my mask when i wasn't supposed to.
it's not time to play make believe any more:
"you need to grow up, earn your own bread and butter."
but you couldn't take the reality of the world
so you hid inside your mind and used me as your puppet.
i'm leaving marks on my arm again, as i lie on your bed
without pajamas, because if i turn up
dead i want the world to know what happened to me.
i want them to know that a girl acting like a train
crashed into my life an
To Us- Synesthesiai.To Us- Synesthesia1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
excites a burst
of color; an
tastes of mangoes;
caressing my senses.
your flavor is
all become a
"T" is crabby
and "I" worries.
"J" is strong
each number becomes
its own plane
all the numbers
becoming an army
of curvy rows,
a perfect pattern.
each and every one
a different hue,
a different shade,
a sliver of the galaxyto the star girl on the edge of my tongue:a sliver of the galaxy3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
your hair dye is fading; you are a patch work
quilt comprised of sleepless nights and
the world around you romanticizes
the sadness that fills you like a broken well,
but you know they’re wrong --
having a darkness that threatens
to overwhelm you every single moment
isn’t glamorous at all.
you’ve started to trace your skin
with a knife again, itching to press
a little harder, to draw on your body
the only way you know how.
but you won’t.
because that will mean
that you’re just as far gone
as they think you are.
and there’s still a sliver inside of you
that doesn’t want to let go.
--the girl on the other side of your mirror
Midnight Dancea necklace of clouds adorns the moon,Midnight Dance2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
silken strands supporting its weight.
you are a streak of light tearing
through the sky, swallowing every
star you blot out. you store them
in your evanescent eyes, making
them a beacon on the darkest night.
your lips are cold
when they meet my lips,
and your skin
copper and adventure.
the sun sits in the hollow
of your throat as you sway
to the music drifting through
sickly sweet air.
your feet are heavy on mine --
the tug of the ocean,
drowning me in your
our quicksilver tango cuts
through the night, leaving a trail
of acidic pleasure and
i believed you were human
but you have
instead of a heart.
your hum is soft,
as i teach you to dance
under midnight's glow.
all aboardblasphemousall aboard1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this quiet;
shooting starThe space betweenshooting star1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
each star is a tragedy
waiting to happen --
and you fall
from the sky
all too easily.
Winter Wanderlust i.Winter Wanderlust4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Last winter you held me
under the light of your
our entwined "I Do's"
floated up to become
lodged in the sky.
Every morning I woke
to a warm cup of Earl Grey
and a passionate kiss
on the counter top,
hoping the marred wood
wouldn't give way beneath me.
I even let you look
over my shoulder
as I poured my soul
onto a piece of paper,
tinged with sepia
A whirlwind of postcards and
That's what you called me.
with verses of
my favorite poets.
to the simple,
lines from the
on St Rose
I taped his poem above
the bathroom mirror. I still remember
the way his face lit up when you
handed him that hundred dollar bill.
He thanked us with his written words.
We never did come home
from our honeymoon, did we?
Whenever you kissed my paper cut
fingers, my spine sang with
Chapter 1: UngiftedChapter 1: Ungifted2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Ungifted
The cottage was in the middle of a dark forest, where timber wolves could be heard howling in the distance. Inside the cottage, mice scurried across the wooden floor and the glow of a single candle lit up the tiny room.
Screams rent the night; the screams of a mother giving birth. Lena gripped her husband's hand tight as the mid-wife crooned encouragement: "You're almost done, just push a little harder. That's right, just hold on. You're almost there."
Lena panted, her chest heaving with the effort of child-birth. 'Almost there, yeah right.' She thought. 'She said that three hours ago, and look where that's got us.' She screamed again, and squeezed Liam's hand harder, making him grimace with pain.
"It's okay, honey," he said with teeth clenched. "I know you can do this." Lena nodded, and pushed again. She screwed her eyes shut with the attempt, and bit her tongue so she wouldn't scream again.
"Look," the mid-wife whispered. "She's a girl." The mid-wife
Corduroyblue corduroy coat,Corduroy10 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
frozen lashes, one last breath
suspended in glass
hanging from the rafters in the skyclocks in a motel room;hanging from the rafters in the sky10 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
the years go by like one day
with these old photos in my hands.
how do cities understand?
that by skating on the edge of the world
we carve north stars in Styrofoam
on the edge of reality.
we are all waiting to be found
when stars die.
(i used to have a name)
now i'm dreaming of the simple things,
and i'm ready to fight my way.
somebody told me:
"i have loved the stars too fondly."
between gray and gold
there are flaking photographs and shattered memories;
the heartlines of drunken sinners chasing stars.
cold hearted, you bound our spines.
(and breathe out)
it is not enough to know the colors of my soul,
like a painting hung all wrong, or
and unwanted diary.
dreams catch in the lungs.
let go, little bird.
(but don't forget me)
without you, my fickle muse,
the city daydreams,
desperate to connect with
the world near your feet.
(lost wishes can be found
adamantine Atlassometimesadamantine Atlas4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think I used to be an architect,
in a past life or a
I know it
the way you know things in dreams.
I have this urge
to make things exactly perfect;
straight and angled and curved,
every line clean and direct
as a functionalist fantasy.
but my armature's tired of
holding the weight
of the world on its
my cast-iron limbs
no structure can perfectly embody
form does not always
all the concrete in the world
wouldn't match up
to the pillars
I've placed myself on.
Killing Us SlowlyYou lost your voice one day.Killing Us Slowly7 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Poised on tiptoes, a
good night’s sleep bleeds
like melting icicles.
Let’s get lost in a photo booth,
your clockwork appendages
clinking like an abacus.
You exist in the
morning rain, thunder;
looking for the thumbprint
to his blue eyes.
Your fingers are scythes,
they gently take your life
like rice grains at a wedding.
disenchanted superheroyou are my kryptonitedisenchanted superhero1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
even though i’m no superman;
i’m just riddled with weakness,
but i must be strong enough
to keep you.
(you are a drug
i can’t put down.
i don’t want to.)
we are standing on a precipice,
and i’m realizing i can’t fly.
(will you jump
on the way down.)
your hand is warm in mine
and i’m not strong enough to let go.
(stay by me.
be my strength,
because i’m not a super hero
and i can’t save you.
SpewEvery night I pour myself into your pleading mouth. I spew my unformed poetry and half conceived plots into the air so you can lap them all up and sit back content to watch me bleed out slowly because I gave myself fully to you and you didn't care, you just watched me fade away.Spew5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
a jar of summeryour sky blue eyesa jar of summer1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
are my alibi:
and your thin lips sigh
as I say goodbye --
you are a firefly
and I am July.
MemoriesThe frigid winter air nipped at my exposed skin as I stood in the dying rays of the setting sun. I kneeled down in the snow, my breath clouding the air around my face. As I placed the arrangement of iris', roses and daffodils on the grave, memories came flooding back. Memories from when he was still alive.Memories2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Jackson, stop it!" I said, slapping his hands away from my side to prevent him from tickling me. His fingers stopped wiggling and he grabbed my hand with both of his. "Anything for you, sweetie." He kissed me full on the mouth, and we lay in the sweet grass, breathing in the summer air. I felt his hands in mine, soft, but firm, warm, but cool to the touch. His light blonde hair danced in the light breeze, and his blazing blue eyes seemed to gaze into my very soul.
Tears ran down my face, and I gazed at the name engraved on the head stone, Jackson Lee Montierth, 1989-2009. I wrapped my arms around my waist, the way he used to, and slowly stood up, walking back to my c
metallic skyyou fell from the moon in all yourmetallic sky5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i found you on my doorstep, blue
eyes round with awe.
kissing you is like kissing the reflection
of the yellow sun,
my fingers sliding down your striking
Things not Living1.Things not Living8 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
glassy eyes --
glass angel --
torn sails --
hands crinkle --
rusted parts --
water droplets --
creaking movements --
motionless adoration --
metal earth --