What do you Want to be When You Grow Up?We are taught when we are little that what only really matters is how much money we make. That's why most of get asked: "What do you want to be when you grow up?" They really didn't care what your ignorant little fingers splurged out, it just mattered that you had some sort of aspiration no matter how pointless it was. It just mattered that maybe it wasn't pointless to teach you. So when the smallest child in my second grade class had responded with a scraggly "Sparrow", eyes turned and eyebrows furrowed. "You have to be realistic," our teacher said, and that little boy (whose name is out of my mind's grasp) responded with a strong 'It is'.What do you Want to be When You Grow Up?2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"You can't turn into a sparrow though. Don't you want to be an actor or musician? Choose a career or lifestyle," our teacher said persistent to drain the dreams from him.
"My mommy said that we can be anything, though. She said that to me before she closed her eyes and turned into a sparrow. I saw it, she closed her eyes and a sparrow flew out
Lie to Me"Tell me, do you want to die?"Lie to Me10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look in to my eyes and lie
You politely say
Look in to my eyes anyway
"Look in to my eyes,
and tell me you're not one
tap from breaking,
not one lie from telling the truth.
Tell me you're not one push from falling,
not one day from making a move.
Tell me you're not one word from bleeding,
not one bite from heaving.
Tell me that you want to die."
A Skywalker In My ArmsA Skywalker In My Arms4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It's a boy.
A healthy little boy.
Small and mewling,
Crying for his dying mother.
A new life starts
As his father's ends,
A new Skywalker
Rises to place.
I feel him so strong
So alive in the force.
A lot like his father,
A Skywalker in my arms.
you call me an angelyou call me an angelyou call me an angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in spite of the bruises left on the fronts of my knees
stains of sin left on my skin;
the knots in my back,
you liken to the wings soon to burst from my shoulders
&tell me you can feel no sadness
when looking at my face-
eyes you analyse
into paints of the colour wheel,
several shades i have yet to see;
despite its crooked nature
thinning enamel from my sickness-
you still find me amongst the heavens.
as this once,
i kissed you to shut you up.
my skin is removing itself after my clothes
in the winter,
too unlike the white night of russian summers.
i kissed you &it was wet because i was crying
&every time our lips parted
another sob stuttered its way through the gap.
you heard what words i couldn't swallow,
the ones straining to pass over my tongue
yet drowned upon existence.
you listen to me until i lose my headstrong aim
to starve back to bones,
to see the angel wings i've lost in my skin
you touch &feel are there;
All the Things You Never KnewIt was your favorite thing to say. “We know everything about each other. Not just the good things, but even the bad ones. We have no secrets.” And the way your eyes lit up when you said it, how your arm would curl around my shoulders and squeeze me against you… I couldn’t say anything. I promised myself that I would when we were alone, but the moment always seemed wrong and eventually the fact that I still had secrets became a secret itself.All the Things You Never Knew2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It turns out I wasn’t the only one.
I never told you about the crying or the cutting or the nights I spent awake staring at the bottle of pills. I was terrified it would be too much for you to handle, so I didn’t mention the time I ran away, or the first time I ended up in the hospital. I locked the memories up in a box inside my head with “For Tom, to open later” written on the outside.
And you, in turn, never told me about the cancer, fearing it would be too much for me to handle. Well, you were ri
BrotherBrother5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You were my brother Anakin,
I loved you.
We were connected Anakin.
But you've fallen so far,
I can't rescue you.
I spared you your life,
Left you for dead
Unable to finish you off.
Took your lightsabre and gave it to Luke,
And taught him the ways of the force.
You are his father.
And forever are Anakin Skywalker.
Though Vader has taken your life,
Consuming you the light side is.
Find faith in yourself and return...
My Brother. Anakin please return.
CaringSome peopleCaring4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Push others away
Just to see
Who cares enough to come back
StillHe was waking or he was falling asleep, neither, both at once. This was a dream. This was the only thing he had ever known. It made no difference, he trailed his own body like ripples after a rock, smoothing and breaking and smoothing again.Still2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His feet moved tirelessly, without thought. No longer human, only the Walk was real. For minutes, or for months; time was fluid and distant. Walk.
He broke and a low mountain pulled him forward. Smoothed. Broke into flatlands, into shallow water. Into the evening, into the weak dawn.
Smoothed, back into the soft yellow lights behind his eyes. Walk.
He was not alone. This thought came from his bones, the heavy vibrations that shook them. It was something known, not something learned. It was like becoming aware of his own breath.
After a moment, without any real intent, his head raised. The yellow lights flickered. He could see three trees surrounding him. No, three hills. No. Three monstrous beasts. No. Three brothers.
He was waking after