The RoseShe hugs her rough skin,The Rose6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As her auburn hair cascades,
Around her face.
She is the romance found
In a forbidden embrace,
A fairytale ending in a
Fatal finger prick.
She has died many times
At the cruelty of other women's hands,
But she is not defenseless,
Underneath her blushing beauty,
She hides deceit and betrayal,
For every curious man.
In Love With Your MemoryIn Love With Your Memory3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I rang you up,
Not so long ago,
Got your number from your sister,
She said ring any time.
I've been waiting six years,
Day by day,
Wondering where you are,
What you look like.
I love you,
It takes the world on my shoulders,
I got used to living without you.
I always said when we were younger,
That we would one day be man and wife.
I guess I was in love,
With your memory.
Maybe we'll be together,
But I don't see it soon,
You don't remember me,
And you aren't who I remember.
I don't see things going back,
To how they once where.
Long days running in field,
Laughing in a childish way.
I love you,
I know I do.
But I love the old you,
And I can't find any more love for you.
This is not who I remember,
This boy stood in front of me,
A searching look on his face,
Desperately trying to drag up a memory.
I tell you all I remember,
And then the time strikes for the goodbyes.
I hug you tight,
Never wanting to let go of this hope I've carried a third of my life,
Orange skinOrange skin3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Your orange skin makes me warm in December
like the Sea is a blanket to the sand
and the Sun nurtures youth to our land
i'll be Your pocket -
You may keep all Your secrets inside of me
be shy and be not
there's nothing You should be afraid of
while You're here, with me
on this Pale Blue Dot.
Stone AngelsHe had tigers blood.Stone Angels4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that called to me
like a siren's song,
while his demonic tongue
hissed 'S h i p w r e c k e d'.
We covered ourselves in ink,
danced along jailhouse walls
under street lights, the edges
of skylines, darkened alleyways
and the parking lots of churches.
We spoke in riddles gestures;
the quiet sweep of eyelashes;
cigarette smoke that lingered
long enough to shape heavens
within our irises while crows
rested on our shouldersperched
pecking, waiting for one to move.
As we were nothing more than
long-limb statues atop gravestones.
amaurotic liaryou will never be beautiful.amaurotic liar4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
your body will burn with acid for its shingles. you will dig your hands in your hair, pull the brittle strands out bit-by-bit and replace them with another's. fill your pale lips with red blood, drawn from your mothers bed; paint your cheeks with ashen sun; curve your bones into delicious fragments with the butter knife from the cabinet drawer; and still, lackluster.
heaven knows how many times you have curled yourself beneath the wings of the night. wishing for its blackness to coil you into a ball of yarn, play with you until your skin is a tattered, useless thing. or maybe i do: one to many times, less so to count how many nights you haven't (never).
and even though the pretty artist boy tells you your legs are like slender pencils he can fit into his hands and draw with, as he you, your body still resonates a pile of wrapped bones, neatly placed on the earth for some giving (only to be re-gifted and gifted again).
truth is, your body-- hung as a skeleta
Let go ControlPiper honey, play me a songLet go Control4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
full of hangnails and heartache
and a promise broken on every note
that walks away, to leave me wanting
Caterpillar sweetheart, show me your wings
those spines of snow and silk not yet so full
of lust and colour, too vibrant that the masses
beg in awe, for the relief in locked doors.
Lover darling, teach me to dance
with powerful strokes and tender tips of
fingers glancing and dancing and teasing
lead by the lips of an angel, a taste
and a smile, of saccharine love,
that hangs Adam for being a man.
God AlmaybeI'm creating my own supreme beingGod Almaybe4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He's six-five, and he likes to gamble
Don't ask Einstein
My old system required solitude
And short prayers
Directed nowhere in particular
Is this what God is?
Something we mold,
Something that fits our eccentricities,
My higher power must be real.
I've suffered no terrible consequences
After all the horrible things I've done.
My higher power must be betting on me.
Block"You haven't written anything worth reading in a while," my conscious says to me as I start scribbling in my journal. I look up from what seems like billions upon billions of meaningless paper that don't even start to work for me. "Writer's block?" I suggest so casually that I nearly gag on the way I sound.Block3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My conscious laughs. It's a light tinkling, like a bell that only rings at Christmas time or a chime that's never had a good gust of wind before. "You've never outgrown it," she says to me, like she knows me. Except she does know me. She knows me so well that I can't even think of a retort clever enough to express how much I dislike her comment.
I look down at the crumpled piece of paper. "Maybe I should quit writing," I say softly, barely above a whisper. My conscious makes a mournful sound, "But you love writing!" I wish she were in front of me, but at the same time I don't. My tears would only make her bitter and withdraw into herself.
"However it doesn't love me anymore," I whis
Never KnowThe words I'm trying to say just can't find a way out.Never Know4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My heart has sealed them off from the world,
forcing them back down when they're dancing on my tongue.
Their pounding at my ribcage, crying to be let out.
And it hurts because I can hear them in my head
as they sing to me and scream at me.
I'm clawing at my chest in order to let them out,
but they flow crimson from my scarred wrists.
And though I've relieved myself from their torture today
they'll surely be back again tomorrow.
It's just one huge cycle.
And it starts when I see your face.
The words I want to say immediately come back,
beating in my heart
pounding at my ribcage
screaming in my head
It never ends
I can't talk to you though because I have a heart of fear.
And if I did ever try to utter a word to you,
my heart would dance so frantically
that they would just all tumble out of my mouth.
I would completely break and shatter before you.
And I can't do that...
The Parable of the WriterThree writers came to the table, manuscripts in hand.The Parable of the Writer8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One writer said,
"I wrote this piece to be edited. There is plenty to be cut and moved around."
Another writer said,
"I wrote this piece to be published. Between these pages you'll find everything people want to see."
The last writer said,
"I wrote this to be read."
Then he set his manuscript down, and walked away.
MonthsThe stars whisper softly, into theMonths3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ears of those who want to believe
'And if she leaves you, smile, for
It's just the bones she's made of'
They met, in a pet shop up front
He- bought nothing. She- fed the birds
And took them home. They flew away
Instantly, Leaving the boy to fall
The girl bittersweet,
Welcomed him in, humming, and
He kept her up all night when she
Said she loved the starlighted sky
Up on their rooftop she finally
Confessed; "Some would call me
caged, but I believe I'm free"
Only then he noticed, her fragile
bones were ment to fly; he let her go
getmeoutofheremy hands aregetmeoutofhere4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mold of tree lines
each reaching the sun
fragmentSometimes, she thinksfragment4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the angels watch her
and they have hollow eyes.
and their cold fingers fold in a gentle sort of fervor
she never understood it.
and the way they stare towards Heaven
like she still can't fathom
it's the way that light splinters
like through a prism,
the way colors flit through her fingers.
the way she can't taste the cloying prayers,
not yet, they say,
it will be fine.
she thumbs her rosary and dreams
of the days she used to dance,
or of a father that held her
on his shoulder
it will be fine
The wine is heady on her tongue
and the hardwood smells of lemon polish
and the sun through windows is warm. she can think
of eyes the color of stained glass
And hope in the way
Her arms rest on the rail with her wrists turned up,
to show the priest her scars
as he presses the Host into her softened palms
and how they sang
Summer SmokeShimmer.Summer Smoke4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am, every
Tapping time on the
calendar like a waltz in
Winter light still glows
in her eyes, but
summer maker her
She is spinning in the
incense smoke and I
am wondering, living in
a gap between you and me.
She said I'd know an
angel if I saw one.
I would fall to my knees in
awe, fire and light,
some celestial warrior,
And I see it,
in the summer smoke,
What I Saw on EarthWhat I saw on Earth this nightWhat I Saw on Earth4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Glowing belts of twinkled light
Silence stretched across the sky
Too vast in wonder for human eye
Deep I felt inside my soul
Stirrings from a slumber old
A light now freed, an open door
I pass, I sleep, and live once more
What I heard on Earth that day
Made me long to fall away
The endless crash upon the shore
The cries of freedom as we soar
I am the gull in flight suspended
Alive 'til ocean's sound is ended
I am the distant water's song
A lullaby of all that's gone
What I've learned on Earth of man
Will pass before it's all began
But hidden in final the days
Answers to confused dismay
We are the newborn fallen snow
The springtime sounds of birds below
The gentle word that whispers peace
The final breathe of life's release
What I saw this turn on Earth
Will carry me until rebirth
All that's true, fair and right
Now fills my being: Aglow, alight~
tales of twothere is a boy with darkly colored eyes who taps my hand. says, "want to eat?"tales of two4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
but of course there is never really food. he says he is sorry for me. sorry I couldn't catch lunch sooner. I mumble something like, that's fine, and he moves from my hand. I sit down on the bench and eat alone.
who's she eating with, just herself?
The Tales of Two sits open on my lap. my stomach begs, and i thin the pages with a swipe of the hand, watching the words turn to dust with each counting number.
pg 167: "he could hear the storm outside, could feel the press of it against the walls, feel it pushing through the gaps under the roof.
pg 178: 'well, what are you looking for?'
pg 212: he'd brought flowers for her once, and she was so simply his love, his girl."
the wind carries a incandescent trail of milk and honey. it moves under my lips and i swipe it away, body gurgling.
pg 241: "'I am afraid.'
Porcelain DollI don't think that you realizePorcelain Doll4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Just how beautiful you are
Don't be fearful my sweet doll
Now you're under my control
Stop begging for forgiveness
It's your time to be the witness
Your white dress is full of stains
Of the liquid of your veins
Despite how loud you can scream
I am not going to desist
As the weapon pierces your flank
And your eyes are going blank
I am sorry this is torture
But you can't escape your fortune
Just as deeper goes the blade
All your hope begins to fade
This room is going to flood
With your warm and garish blood
Again deeper goes the knife
That will end up with your life
I promise you it will be fine
You'll be mine and only mine
I say goodbye with just one kiss
Which no longer I will miss.