Karma.The truth is
I have hoarded your words.
Made haphazard stacks on on the stairs,
on the grand piano
so I would not forget as well
or as thoroughly
as you have.
For now, new beds play host to the faded pages
of a notebook, the one I used to write letters to you
that I never sent, that spent so many years under the pillows.
Washed in the laundry, the ink leaves black stains on white sheets,
determined to exist,
There are ghosts beyond the shadow of the fabric.
In that place where poetry comes from,
they're counting the threads of our histories.
They intersected, I know they did:
You read it.
I wrote it down.
Flames lick the edges of the bound volume.
than leather --
But you knew that.
It burns faster.
I suppose you knew that too.
Playing AngelYou stare up at a strong, neutral being.Playing Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A being who cannot help but love without condition.
Your pure human tears run down your cheeks,
Splattering onto the cold stone floor on which you kneel.
She allows you to cling to her skirts,
Bury your face in them and sob.
She promises to take care of you.
She is only playing Angel.
Inside she breaks herself to show care in her eyes,
For those who demand it from her,
Who think she is safety.
No one could imagine she could hurt.
You think she is the strongest you have seen.
Her love is without condition.
She is forever generous.
She is only playing your Angel.
In secret, her heart lies in pieces.
Her love is little given to those who seek comfort.
Though her care isn't truly there.
Angel is all she plays for you.
SilenceAs I suffocate in this empty noiseSilence6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Awaiting for words to follow your hesitation
I come to realise that for once,
Your silence has spoken louder than words.
Given UpGiven UpGiven Up2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This paper has never been whiter.
This pencil has never been sharper.
This pen has never been so functional.
This garbage bin has never been emptier.
This garbage bin is as empty as my head.
But sure, I'll still try, right?
I've tried writing.
A thousand times I've tried!
And for what?
I'm done with the dissapointment,
My hopes, trashed.
My dreams, dead.
I give up.
I can't do this anymore,
Trying to write when I clearly can't.
I can't do this.
Do you know?His hand found hers from the other end of the sofa, teasing her fingers until it finally settled on top of her small hand. For a while, there were no words. Even the greatest of poets and the most flexible writers of prose can't say everything with their art. Sometimes it's a touch that means the world, the contact of a hug or the comforting presence of a heartbeat. He used to listen to hers, back when he thought he deserved it.Do you know?5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Because it's yours, and it's there."
Her breathing became labored, indicating that she was forcing back the tears which she knew would accomplish nothing. It wasn't logical, anyway, to be sad. Everyone must part ways. Even the deepest emotions are nothing more than a farce, that's what she always told herself during those nights when her only comfort was found in tracing the lines of the ceiling tiles until she ended up back at where she had begun, anything better than watching the clock tell her time was moving without her. If the great thinkers of our
The False HeroI lean back against the doorThe False Hero2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As I watch him take a deep breath
For a moment or two it looks like he isn't sure anymore
But soon enough he steadies his breath
I have known for a long time I'd live to see this day -
The day I send him off to war
As a child, he kept telling me about how he wanted to become a "hero", like the ones in all of those glorious stories.
But as he grew up, he found out that those kinds of "heroes" didn't really exist.
Yet, he foolishly did not give up
He still wanted to be a "hero"
Instead of being someones knight in shining armor
He settled with being some nations` puppet solider.
I couldn't help but think he was out of his mind
But looking into his eyes I saw a hardened resolve
A resolve which could only lead him down a dark road
Going to war meant protecting some people, while killing others
Whether it be right or wrong...
Then again, that to him was the definition of a "hero"
For it, he would do what needed to be done
Still, he was not doing it for any man or
Your DaughterI chew cinnamon gum because it reminds meYour Daughter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the way you used to smell on average days.
I burn pumpkin and spice scented candles
so that it's your favorite holiday all year round.
My favorite color is orange because it's most like
the autumn sunsets that you love so much.
And I love these things because I am your daughter.
I choose comedies more often than not because it helps me
remember the laugh lines around your lips.
I cook too much food at dinner time because you always say,
"It's better to have too much than not enough."
I tell everyone who's never seen them that my eyes are green
because I want to believe they look like yours.
And I do all these things because I am your daughter.
I put family first, even before my own needs
because it's what you would have done.
I cheer for football and baseball teams though I'm scorned
because they were your favorites.
I only started writing these sad excuses for poems
because I found a book of your masterpieces.
And I don't know how to be any
Pictures by youYour heart may be splattered onto the wallPictures by you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the strokes are far to long
What kind of picture are you trying to make?
The lighting in your room is too bright
But the shadows are connected to the light
What kind of picture are you trying to show?
Many paint buckets of colours are scattered on the floor
But not a single drop had touched the door
What kind of picture are you trying to find?
There is only one face that I can see clearly
But it is only an outline apparently
What kind of picture are you trying to finish?
Create your heart out until you feel alive
I can see your eyes sparkle with ambition
Make all of those precious colours collide
Draw out your soul, make the world witness
This is your creation, it is your whole.
It's a place to retreat to
When there's no where to go
Bring a new thing onto this earth
Something that belongs to you
I can't wait to take a peek at it
Show us all the truth
Enoughyou used me, you knowEnough2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
took me by the heart and swung me around as if I were a rag doll
as if I couldn't feel anything
as if it didn't even matter if I did
but it hurt, my god did it hurt
it ripped at my chest and pulled at my skin
and I hurt, I hurt so bad
but at least I knew that I loved.
I knew that I loved you enough
because it broke open my insides until they were a bleeding, broken mess
and my cheeks were stained with tears and makeup
my eyes were puffy and so, so dull
and you called me beautiful
you said I looked so beautiful like this
empty and vacant and battered
so I let you do it again and again and
you called me beautiful and once again I was putty in your hands
pliant and moldable and a copy, simply a copy
there was nothing left of me as a person
I was your rag doll
your prized possession of soft skin and skeleton
sitting cross legged and beautiful on your shelf
decorated with smatters of purples and blues and yellows
you called me beautiful
and no one else would ever
Emptysunken eyes and a hollow heartEmpty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you're longing for something to bring you home
for something to save you and hold you and
tell you that everything's going to be okay
but nothing's okay
nothing's okay about the way your chest aches
or the way your bones are brittle and weak
because you haven't slept properly in months
and you haven't uttered a syllable for even longer
you keep pretending that it's alright
but you don't have anything to keep you sane
you're drowning in your own horror
and you know you should stop it
you know you should get up and swim,
just get the fuck up and swim,
but it's not as easy as it sounds
(because you've tried, my god how you've tried)
but nothing's going to get better
because you don't want it to get better
you're sick and twisted and cynical and
if you get better you don't know what's going to happen to your heart
everything that's making you 'you' will disappear and
there will be nothing but a dull void
a bitter emptiness that'll suck the heat right o
Even IfThose smilesEven If3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That the reason is her,
I can see them,
Even if I close my eyes.
All about her,
I can hear them,
Even if I block my ears.
Beating for her,
I can feel it,
Even if I pretend I didn't care.
That came from her,
I will wipe them,
If you'll just lean on my shoulder.
Love Has ExpiredI never thought I’d see the day where it happenedLove Has Expired2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The world should just look away in shame
They always make it sound like love makes the world go round
But they know that it’s already expired
So why do they keep trying to look for me?
This world is filled with so many liars that it’s simply unreal
But nobody cares that most of them get into power
And people only care if they take away their rights
Or if they take away something that they either need or want
That’s what the world is always like
I’m surprised that it took this long to see the truth
That the feeling love has expired by the time you’re in your teens
You think that you know what love feels like
But only because you’re getting what you want
And most of the time all you simply want is to have sex
Unleashing you into the world that is filled with desire
I bet that a lot of fathers are worried about their daughters these days
Since rape is so popular amongst the greedy bastards out ther
You Forget.Doors close and sometimes they don't openYou Forget.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you might be trapped in a dark room
but that doesn't mean that there isn't any light outside
It's a shame to see you go, I don't want to forget you
But everything's forgotten in the end
the feeling fades and soon you can't remember the day
or the month
or the year
much less the moment.
You forget, and that's humanity's tragic downfall.
It won't be long now, it won't be long until you're gone
but I'm begging you not to go
Please don't go, please don't leave before it's started
You're floating away and it's not fair,
nothing about this is fair
and my heart is shattering and splintering
and I can't grasp the pieces quickly enough
I can't gather them all
But maybe a piece will get stuck with you
and then you can take care of it from wherever you are
(I hope it's nice there, please let it be nice.)
so I guess that's okay
It won't be long now, it won't be long until you're gone
And I won't forget you
God's Answering MachineLost and troubled, I dialled the toll-free number 1800-I-AM-GOD, only to hear an automated message from Gods answering machine saying:God's Answering Machine6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
You have reached the message box of the invisible man in the sky with magical powers. Unfortunately he is busy performing miracles and fulfilling the prayers of people he loves more than you, but if you leave your name and telephone number, he will get back to you as soon as possible.
So I left a message, and now, 10 years later, he has not called back.
Never EnoughYou told me I was kind.Never Enough2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The kindest person you'd ever known.
You knew I was there for you if
The tears were about to flow.
If I was ever feeling broken,
You always made me happy.
Your angellic voice made my lips
Curl upwards into a smile.
You told me I was witty.
It was so easy to make you laugh.
You always giggled at my jokes,
No matter how bad they were.
Hearing your laughter,
It's ringing, shimmering tone,
Always had the power
To send tingles down my spine.
You told me I was smart.
I was always very modest.
You said you enjoyed the chance
To hold intelligent conversation.
You said you liked talking to me,
As we had similar likes and interests.
I was your best friend
And, likewise, you were mine.
You thought I was a great person...
But it's never enough, is it?
The GoddessWhen she walks her hips sway like a hypnotist's watchThe Goddess3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All the men stare and follow her lure wherever she goes
When she turns to them her perky breasts call out
Instincts take over, friends become foes before her
The men tustle to get their chance with the goddess
Standing before her gaze they see wanton eyes
Her lush lips say hello and ask their names
The men tell her all about themselves
There is little truth to the stories they tell
They must stand out above their rivals
They must taste her sex appeal
They must continue talking
They ask her nothing of herself
They feel they've seen all she has to offer
They'll never really know what's held within her body
That the heart behind her bosom is filled with love and poetry
Ignorance Is BlissHow I envy foolsIgnorance Is Bliss2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Those born without the
Eyes to see the darkness; the
Ears to hear the lies; the
Skin to feel the chafing cold; the
Sense to realize:
There's darkness all around us,
Lecherous and black.
We lead a meaningless existence.
Bitter, I turn back.
How I envy fools
Living life, never knowing
The storm on the horizon;
Her clouds fill up the skies.
They do not see the warnings,
Nor hear the gentle "sigh"
Of the wind that's brewing.
They do not feel the rain.
Their never-knowing state
Is all that keeps them sane.
How I envy fools
They know nothing of pain
Will they ever find it,
The truth that I now know?
The sky is torn with violent light
The stormy gales blow.
The tempest is upon us,
But still their eyes are blind.
The lucky fools will never know
We are all
Life's TreasuresI've got a little box of treasures,Life's Treasures2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(or little box of terrors,
depending how you choose)
and these little treasure-terrors
in my little box of horror
come from the very center
of the deepest depths of hell.
And in my little horror-box
live the cutest little demon flocks
which love to tear apart
the very center of my heart.
With a rip and a tear,
my heart's content flies everywhere
in the stormy type of thing
which most call suffering.
(But for me is called
TriumphMemories,Triumph4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
awaken when you close your eyes
even just for a second.
Your voice echoed across the canyon as you yelled out to me. You called me jaded, and I never denied your words. I thought that it would have to end this way, wouldn't it? People always tell you to play into cliches: storybook endings don't happen unless you will them to. But why do we want a storybook ending? After the 'happily ever after', what the hell comes next? My eyes drifted towards the sky, attempting to capture the silver lining that always used to be in the clouds. Your voice cried out again and I looked down to find you running around the chasm, just to get to me. I stepped forward.
When we first met,
I couldn't see five feet in front of me
My visibility was down
from a fog of anxiety
It's ironic how they call this the valley of hope: a series of rocks extends all the way into the middle of t
The Worst Bully You Can HaveThe worst bully you could have is yourself.The Worst Bully You Can Have2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You criticize every little thing you do wrong.
You judge what you wear and notice every flaw you have.
Looking in the mirror you hate how you are and what you have become.
You hate how you think and how stupid you can be.
You envy others for their looks and personality.
Looking into the mirror you can't look yourself in the eye.
What if other people can't look into their own eyes when looking in the mirror?
Have you ever taken the thought to think that person you envy, envy's you.
Do other people think their stupid and hate how they think?
Have other people looked into the mirror and hate how they are and what they have become.
What if other people notice every flaw they have and judge what they wear them self?
Have many people criticized every little thing they have done wrong.
Is the worst bully you can have yourself?
Transientif I went searching I'd find you in the sky,Transient2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
again, inebriated and make-believing you
can really breathe stars.
if I tried to take you back, you'd weep
your glass tears and slur together the
meanings of "wait" and "I know"
(no weight, hollow)
you'd try to paint your mind
on the wall, always the misunderstood
artist- maybe in a divine exposition,
people could finally hear you and
that little world would writhe in your hands,
barbed and entwined; the currents carry
your whispers (but no one ever hears)
you're choking on the remorse lodged in
between the vertebrae of your throat,
the people who were never real, the
letters to God yet unsent
(you couldn't bear the chance he
you never counted on this- no one
told you we have an expiration date
stamped into our wrists, and
you just want Life to float over
and nestle in your ears "you've
done it, sweetie" in liquid tones.
she'll kiss your seeping wounds, so
softly, "c'est la mort," with splintered
teeth, and it'll be enough.
strawberrieswhen you are mine i sit in my mother's kitchen wearing polka-dot dresses, tangling my feet together and trying to remember what you told me about love. you keep what i've told you in the back of your wallet and i wonder if you ever read it. i will drink flat diet coke and sing to you on the phone and neither of us even mind that my voice is as flat as the coke.strawberries5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
when you are mine you play piano on the bones in my hands and you play guitar on my spine and your friends ask why but we both know you do it for the freckles on my shoulderblade and collarbone and for the auschwitz movies we cry over every sunday in my basement. your tongue slips on my coffee burns and you don't have to ask why.
when you are mine we have banana pancakes every thursday and you tell me about the plants and the war and your birth. i read to you from my book of byron and you say, it's so pretty julia, it's so pretty.
Continuing to ResumeShe looked off into the distance, substantiated difference between the two, yet, still an air of whimsy about him. His eyes, she could not look at them for she was afraid she'd be consumed too far in this time. Lost too deep in the sea of bright blue ocean torrents that rendered their hearts.Continuing to Resume2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their love. Their passion.
All so nakedly hiding under the blankets of society and how things were.
The love she felt for him. The way he had made her feel.
His touch. ...Like his hands were tracing every single vein in her body.
A sharp breath escaped her lips. ...She loved him.
Like no one else. Like no one else.
"It's funny, don't you think?" She spoke for the first time of some importance. Looking at the old women across the room, sitting on a table avidly chatting before them. "How you spend your time wondering what life would be like when you're older. ...All these years, holding on to find what life would be like after you've found what you're looking for." She paused, looking
TryingDoesn't it make you sadTrying2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How your pearl earrings that shone in the moonlight,
and that silk gown that swept the ground,
Were sold with your tears?
And how your white satin heels,
and the diamond ring you always wore,
Were traded along with your soul?
And didn't it shatter your heart to pieces
when you finally realized
you couldn’t buy happiness,
yet you were still trying
an attack that is massiveso,an attack that is massive3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
here's my hair
and my knees and legs
and even some of my shoulders
and they are dressed in purple -
don't ask me why though
an artist told me
purple was dangerous
'cause purple is red and blue
and red is fire
and blue is water
and i am red
and he is blue;
it doesn't matter now
''we'' is not me and him anymore -
here's your hair
and your lips
and your eyes, and just maybe
some of your fingertips
and you still don't have a colour
and maybe that's better
i'm a mess
and you're happiness
and you use
like ''phantasmagoria'' and ''ephemeral''
and you use
cologne that smells like heaven
red ink to write me love notes
every opportunity to see me
and you use
my name in every sentence
used to use