The FeelingLove is the feelingThe Feeling1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of being hit in the chest by a tidal wave,
A feeling as heavy and crushing
As earth thrown into a grave,
And it could pave
The way to happiness
Or lead us into Hell.
Love is that feeling
When nothing matters but then it does
In high definition
And in your head is an endless repetition
Of every moment you’ve ever
Love is that feeling
When someone else is your oxygen;
You need them to survive,
And every time you touch,
Even in your dreams,
Is the only time you feel alive.
Love is that feeling
Where everything is beautiful
Because your eyes have been stolen
By an angel
But everything is as secure
As it is fragile.
Love is that feeling
When you know it’s all over
But you can’t bring yourself to hate
Them because you want them to be happy,
Even if their happiness
Past Tense BluesWasesPast Tense Blues1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
So are weres;
And it's the becauses
That make them feel
That much worse.
caterpillars will become butterflies.You called it a whole other world.caterpillars will become butterflies.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"It's a fortress," you tell me when we sit at the bay window, thrown wide open.
The spider webs would cut thousands of crystal strokes under my windowsill in between rainy seasons, and each morning we'd sit out in the yard and I'd watch you sketch the dewdrops ebbed in the tiny satin tightropes. Your father hated them, but you wouldn't let him touch them.
"Everything so geometric and miniature. It's amazing."
The structure of my bones became geometric and miniature, too, so you could trace every line sitting in that window, with the curtains billowing like butterfly wings.
But I never noticed that you never noticed the butterflies.
You called me your little fairy girl.
"Little fairy girl," you tell me in the kitchen. My mother has just wed your father and I already like you. "Little fairy girl, so small and fragile."
Couldn't you see it, Jeremy? Couldn't you see how I followed you like a moth would to flame? You plucked me from the vine an
BulliedCold words on my mindBullied8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like grey waves tasting a beach
Washing me away.
you never knew.Every summer in Munich the rain used to fall in buckets tepid, luminescent rain, like crystal slices, sluicing through the green trees leaves and loosening the earth around the mountains so much that the smaller towns had to evacuate. It slicked the city streets and made the sky as gray as them. I went out every day while the adults sat indoors around fireplaces to complain about the wet weather, and lied and said it was only because I liked to watch. My mother would shake her finger every time I dripped warm rainwater into the house and my brother would warn me in whisper that if I stayed out too long, I could drown.you never knew.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I only half-lied. I loved to watch, watch from under the loose flooring of the porch as the rain came down. But Sam loved the rain more, and that was part of why I loved to watch. Loved to watch him watch. As we got older, more and more he would venture out, and sit in the grass as the rain fell around him, his face turned to the white sky. Sam liked the peace and
and then, you changed.For years, you used to ask me what you were to me.and then, you changed.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And I would always say, "Nothing," until you finally understood that there was nothing you could do that could ever hurt me.
When we were children, there were no monsters under your bed. Just dead frogs and lizards from the pond on your doorstep.
You asked your sister, "Why do things die?"
"Because death is a part of life," she told you with a loving hand in your hair and a calming hug waiting for you later. But her eyes pinned me over your shoulder.
She never told you it was because Erik wouldn't stop killing them.
Flowers die, too. So I flattened them in your schoolbooks for you to find.
And you thought it was romantic. You showed them to your friends and told your sister you had a secret admirer.
I often wondered how you would've felt if you saw their ashes blow away with the wind, when I later burned them out on the deck.
It took you two years. You left a note in my locker junior year asking if I wanted to go out
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
Strife's Story ProloguePrologueStrife's Story Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Dad! Dad!” I cried happily as I ran into the throne room.
My father turned his head towards me as a kind and caring smile spread upon his face. He stepped down from his throne and hovered to me as we met in the middle of the room. Bending down, he picked me up in his arms and spun in a few circles, still hovering, as my laugh echoed throughout the room.
“There you are!” my father said as he stopped spinning, placing me on the floor. “I was beginning to wonder what my little girl was doing.”
“Dad! Look what I can do!” I closed my eyes, held out my arms bent at my elbows, and focused. After a second, I felt a bit of power form in my chest and make its way to my hands. In a flash, there was an empty glass sitting in my hands and a small cotton candy cloud floating above that. A dark brown liquid, known as ‘chocolate milk’, fell from the cloud and filled the glass from the top down.
“My, my!” my father smiled
Perfectly FlawedYou are not perfect.Perfectly Flawed3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are not flawless.
You are, in fact,
Excuse me if I am
But it’s true.
As there are stars in the sky,
And no matter how hard
You will always have flaws.
And that’s okay;
You cannot have a solar system
Just as you cannot have a warrior
We all have flaws
We cannot control,
And even ones we can.
And that’s okay.
Because tomorrow and today,
They are the stitches in the fabric
Of your being
And I think you are all the more beautiful
That your flaws are as important
As your perfections.
size zeroi drape my body into the watersize zero3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and my bones float away from my skin.
hipbones jutting like icebergs,
the concave of my stomach drowning as
water cries down my waterfall-stoned ribs.
absolution ripples across stained wrists,
delicate kisses pawing clawless
as my heartbeat barely touches the water.
i wring my eyes and cobweb them shut,
clumsily stepping blind from the water.
my fingertips curl desperately
as i draw my nails down marble,
hounding artifice to smother my ruined body.
i meticulously fold and wrap the cloth
spinning a corset of crosshairs
that stifle my lungs of capacity,
and others eyes of realisation.
tears melt my eyes awake.
i look down over my protected frame,
spun like flax into cotton.
out of sight
[and i'm] out of mind.
Anything You WantI could write you a sonnetAnything You Want5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But, well, I’m no poet.
Fourteen lines of words,
That only mean as much
As you believe they do
My love for you.
I could sing you a song,
But, no, that’s all wrong.
Someone else’s words,
Or even my own,
How you make
I could draw you a portrait,
But, no, wait,
Art isn’t my forte.
No pencil could show
Your eyes glow.
I could take you away,
But, no, we could just lay,
Here for forever.
And no vista
Could ever compare
I could give you my heart,
But, no, let’s not start
On how bad a gift
That would be.
Let me just say,
My dear, today,
I love you, just how you are.
Separate WaysI've drifted too far from shoreSeparate Ways2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and as I float, over caverns deep
I outline broken bonds so steep
of when we were close as peas
the seasons rolled in waves
the days, like leaves in a breeze
across the sea, the world was ours
but alas, dreams of you won't keep me warm
forever more, the bridge between a young heart cries
"I've drifted too far from shore!"
What a Wonderful WorldI’m noticing thingsWhat a Wonderful World1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I didn’t before;
Things that I
Just can’t ignore.
Kids getting shot
For the colour of their skin,
Loving being treated
As though it’s a sin.
Sexism running like blood
Through the veins of the media,
Kids killing kids
In High School Hysteria.
People dying instead of
Being who they are,
Children getting shot down
As they reach for the stars.
Faith forming the target
For society’s arrow,
You’re either in too deep
Or you’re way too shallow.
The faithful using the Prince of Peace
To excuse their hatred,
And yelling ‘terrorist!’
At the followers of Mohammed.
Women walking the streets at night
With fear in their hearts,
Men being told to ‘man up’
When their soul is in parts.
Children starving to death
In the land of plenty,
Bigots with medieval views
In the twentieth century.
You are EverythingYou are amazing.You are Everything1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are the smiling face,
That gave that kid
Better hope for this place.
You are the helping hand,
Even if you didn’t know it,
That helped everything turn out
Better than planned.
You are the voice
That helped someone
Make a vital choice.
You are the joke
That made them laugh
And gave them that stroke
Of happiness that they needed.
You are the bright eyes
That light the way,
A lantern of hope
Through the fog of lies.
You are their push towards
Their positive afterwards.
And you are far from worthless.
Are the most important person
In the world.
We are all characters
In someone else’s story.
That pivotal point,
That pushes them from misery,
And leads them to their glory.