Do not.Do not tell me that you love me,Do not.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not something I want to hear.
Do not tell me that you need me,
That you want to hold me dear--
To you chest, so I can hear your heart beat,
Do not once for a moment,
Think that I am incomplete.
I'm fine, thank you, without you,
Without anyone holding me back
I don't really need you,
You're not something that I lack.
I lack a stable heart, you see,
Mine's different from the rest.
It doesn't need some silly affection,
To bring out its best.
It doesn't have a best, I'd say,
If I may be so bold,
It's cracked and charred and hollow,
It leaves you numbly cold.
Do not tell me that you love me,
I am in a paper town.
I'm empty, you can't save me,
It's best to let me drown.
Untitled.A whisper,Untitled.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A voice, a murmur
She's afraid, confused,
She recognizes the sounds of his voice
The gentle hum carried by the wind,
The words are oh so familiar.
Is she dreaming?
It could be a nightmare
But it's impossible, it's all impossible.
The day before it happened
Sitting in the park
Everything was hazed pink, pink, pink
Everything was love.
His words, verbatum
"Forever never ends,
even when life is dead."
But it died, drowning.
I feel his whisper
Cold as the waters that took life away, away, away.
Cold as the stone of the grave.
"Forever never ends" he says,
Even though I'm dead.
Elegon FairytaleThe water was lonely. It ran from river to river, ocean to ocean, alone. Many of the creatures that lived in the water paid it no mind, continuing on with their own life, unaware of the water's. The water decided one day to make itself some companions, someone to flow and keep company with. The water watched many humans at its rivers and oceans and created, what the water called, Ulas based off of the females. Some were made of water while others were made of scales and flesh. The Ulas made the rain and took care of the sea and river life during the day, while they played all night.Elegon Fairytale2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One night, the air passed by the river and saw the Ulas playing and dancing along the water. The air suddenly felt lonely, just as the water had. It blew through the lands all alone and decided that it could use companions as well. The wind called them Auras. The air, like the water, designed them as female humans made of air and flowing dresses. The Auras traveled with the wind and their domain was the sky
Persephone Thesis: EssayPersephone Thesis: Essay ComponentPersephone Thesis: Essay5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"Happy is he among men upon earth who has seen these mysteries!
It is generally accepted among historical scholars that the cult of Demeter and Persephone, or Kore, existed in Greece and the surrounding Mediterranean islands long before the traditional Olympian gods became entrenched. Her origins are Cretan . Like Aphrodite, the mother and daughter goddess represent a matriarchal form of fertility worship in the forms of crops and nature, and through this the cycle of birth, growth and death. This myth, however, has taken hold of imaginations from its evolutions into the Eleusinian mysteries of Ancient Greece, to the paintings of Victorian Europe, to today, each with their own distinctive takes and emphases on the story. Perhaps it is the fact that we know so little about the original tale of Persephone the daughter of Demeter, goddess of fertility, snatched
separation anxiety disorderThey don't understandseparation anxiety disorder1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
How you die a thousand deaths
In my head every time we part
I scratch my skin raw while my heart threatens to burst within its ivory cage
My empty stomach churns with bile
I hope you're alright
pleasepleaseplease wake up and let me know you're alive
What's wrong with me
This isn't supposed to happen
Why can't I sleep, I hope you're okay
They don't know how much this empty seat beside me makes me worry
ShellsShellsShells11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shells of hideousness conceal shattered beauty.
Across the RoomAcross the room, it's you I see.Across the Room1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You look elsewhere and don't see me.
For the first time I lay eyes on you.
Your beauty is something new.
I watch you for a little while.
My lips can't help but form a smile.
So perfect your long hair.
Your skin is oh so fair.
Your body is rounded just right.
Your smile makes the room alight.
You get excited and voice raises pitch.
Sounds like a song with melody rich.
Then embarrassed you start to blush.
I wish I could console with my touch.
Wondering if I should come near.
Rejection I really do fear.
I don't even know what I would say,
And chances are that you're not gay.
I watch until you walk away.
Maybe we'll meet some other day.
.I am still here,.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
bones hollowed like the
dirty pews of sinners' churches,
skin frail like paper
I am still here,
eyes sunken like ships
that were never meant to sail,
blue veins bleeding red:
but I am still here.
as love for summer fades.late morning-as love for summer fades.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's the tease of
snow in the clouds,
in the air, and the trees
have finally lost their
the sunlight is damp.
alters the room
as it graces my skin,
and for once
i don't wake up right away.
instead i lay
between my memory bitten
sheets, and i think
about all the times he said
that he hated winter.
i don't remember
when i began to love it,
and i don't care.
nothing can shatter that.
untitled.i.untitled.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the king fell off his
throne. and a woman
with hair the color
of the moon watched
the blood drain from his
face and onto the marble;
and she picked at the scars
on her palms, turned away
because what was one more
they wrapped his body
in silk and sorrows
and his son watched
with starry eyes as they set
his body on a boat
and sent it to the gods
with flames giving him leverage.
the moon haired girl
stopped tormenting her skin
in the name of a man
who wore a crown.
"long live the queen",
but they don't know
that the queen is dead inside
and stares at the other half
of her bed in dismay
because she watched him sink
into another woman
before he slipped into himself.
give it up.- how to guarantee a panic attack in the next 24 hrs -give it up.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
admit out loud how you think you're doing okay, you haven't had a panic attack in at
least three days, and it feels really nice to be calm and in control for once.
- how to sob violently in the cab -
drive through that one street, because yes its shorter, and yes you can
just not look out the window. but come on, did you really think that would work?
- how to sob violently at home -
kid yourself into thinking that you can handle that song/albun/movie/book.
you cant; and you shouldnt. besides, didnt you already tell yourself to toss that out?
Overshadowed.You have every bit of my heartOvershadowed.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But in your world I'm a shadow
That you step on without notice.
Two Tickets For The Apocalypse, Please"Two tickets for the apocalypse, please.Two Tickets For The Apocalypse, Please7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Front row seats, if possible", I said.
The night was still young
and the show hadn't started yet
so the two of us decided
to get some popcorn and soda.
On the way to our seats
we passed crowds of people
panicking at the sight
of their impending doom
right above their heads.
Some of them were turning to god
or at least what they believed it was.
Singing and chanting and praying
for him (or her) to save all of us,
despite the sins we have committed.
There were also those who chose to continue
with their everyday lives,
their daily grind,
to relish in the foolish illusion of safety
it provided for their small minds.
And then a select few,
the ones the others used to call outcasts,
jumped and cheered in joy -
for they knew that when the end was coming
not a single soul would get away.
You and me? I guess we were all of the above
and none at the same time.
We were just here to enjoy the show
and when you dropped your popcorn
I turned to you and said:
Beyond AbeyanceI used to write of darkness.Beyond Abeyance1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of a place so hollow and apathetic,
And my insignificant place inside it.
But silence was deafening,
along with solitude savage.
I suffocated on thoughts of oblivion.
And I floated there.
my realm of
It wasn’t until I closed my eyes,
That I dreamed of COLOR.
C r e a t i o n f l o o d e d m y l u n g s,
And jump started my blood flow.
I was given all the universe
.........Of which to shape into something b e a u t i f u l..........
S o I g a v e l i f e.
I t o o k c o n t
40there's a box by the405 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
door, and it's
not empty anymore;
it's got your hopes and
dreams strung up
inside, hiding in
where the daylight can't
reach; i think you
might want to
call the moon, friend,
see if she can
help you out before
the stars set
again. those decades
are melting away
beneath your eyes,
don't you know, and
so much time left
before those dreams are
gone for good.
clench your teeth to stop the tearsthere's a lump in my throatclench your teeth to stop the tears1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that i just can't swallow and
tears in my eyes that
won't blink away.
lose the smile, you told me--
it never looked good on you anyway.
[the subconscious is such a
broken, fragile thing]
on bradbury and table dancingYou are not a wordsmithon bradbury and table dancing9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
whatever you might like to think. ('Smith'
indicates precision and coldness and fire:
words are softer than that unless you mold them strong.)
It's a difficult road to follow, and not many
make it past the fork. Choose a path,
Janus says, whirligig keys spinning on his shoulders:
I am a wordworker, with my tools too crude, forming
rough-edged carvings painted with pretty imagery.
Notebooks scattered across the landscape
of a child's room, to be stumbled across,
read, red-penned, in the thick and choking breath of night.
When the bough breaks
a hanged man laughs. He carries typewriters
in his pockets, and cigarettes in the soles of his shoes.
I will never be a word mistress,
whoring myself to the speech of people I do not know and will never know me.
The oven is set to Fahrenheit 452, but the words were already aflame
before they ever took shape under your tongue.
You love everything they've ever written, and carry
unabashed loathing for every syllabl
.when her love left, it left.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the house empty
and she says
i hope one day it'll
come back to me,
cos i don't keep this shotgun
on my front porch for nothin'
Cicadas in the HibiscusThe WastelandCicadas in the Hibiscus1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Planet Earth is dead.
The Biospheres are pristine,
He breaks ships for cash
but has never flown above
the smog and rusting.
They revolve like moons
with a hundred white faces.
Billions look up.
The Garden of Eden
"Let's feed the Earthlings,"
cries a human. She wonders
Extinct flowers bloom.
The day cycle ends and she
watches the dome split.
were renamed by the Founders.
She finds Orion.
The Dark Star
He collects spare parts,
amasses a ship in months,
then learns to pilot.
"There's no need for a
license to kill, kill, kill, kill,
She sees him coming,
but says nothing. The glass
erupts to soundless.
They watch from the ground
and color televisions.
Some cheer. Some sicken.
"And measures have been
taken to ensure no more
Spheres will be damaged."
The borders tighten.
Someone starves in Coal City.
Planet Earth is dead.
It doesn't feel like sleep.it doesn't feel like sleep when your gazeIt doesn't feel like sleep.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
becomes a staccato meeting place--when my cheeks and fingers
burn in the ash of desires and touch, mouth dried fasting
but wanting... however we vanish easier than vapor beneath
when my eyes are so wide they swallow moons,
it still doesn’t feel like sleep.
Say somethingSay somethingSay something8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm giving up on you
You gave me bits
But I found all of you
Talk to me
I glued you back together
Fixed is what you wanted to be
Day and nights
We had big discussions
Barely ever fights
You thanked me tons
But now you give me silence?
And then there it is, a fall back
'Please don't leave me again, I need your guidance'
Hun please, I can't miss you yet
I might need you more than you need me
So I'm glad you haven't given up on me yet
Maybe there's more to me than I can see...
.i'm masochistic without realizing it..11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
my mad girl's love song isn't enough
to hold your precious two-second attention.
I have your number, SeabirdHis bathroom is small and bleak. The mirrorI have your number, Seabird1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
shows your reflection in seven colors which
haven't been named on the red-blue-yellow
spectrum. Your eyes are shaking like eggs
and he hasn't said your name in a year. You
think of everything he calls you: Jay, Jaybird,
Rose if he's playful. He told you particles of
every man he's slept with are in the carpet
when he pulled your head back to look into
your pupils. Your eyes are black. They run,
raw and rotten from fluorescence overhead.
He told you the shrooms weren't the same.
If you don't like LSD, you might feel better
trying something more natural. It grows
like marijuana: from the ground. But so does
every poison you can think of. You're natural,
bare with shades you can't begin to fathom.
Something like sulfur is in your nostrils. You
touch the furry rug and think of Vishnu. He
has so many arms to carry you. Jesus only has
two. The church was broad and heavy. It sleeps
in Chicago, beside a park that smells like piss.
He opens the door,