The RoseShe hugs her rough skin,The Rose5 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 Memory2 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,
The Rosedelicate kissesThe Rose7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
must have it
must hold it
a velvety pain
divinity on earth
Never KnowThe words I'm trying to say just can't find a way out.Never Know3 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...
Stone AngelsHe had tigers blood.Stone Angels3 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.
Leaving HeavenLeaving Heaven2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not fit for the title of saint
For...I thrive with guilt and shame
I feel related to the fallen
I'd...be better off forgotten
Because it's growing on me
This...abomination of self-centered pity
I beg for the removal of my existence
Father...I don't wish to be a disappointment
I can't stand my broken flaws
I'm unlike any other angel of god
A soldier, a warrior- is what I am not
So allow me to let go of my cross
Even though it's all I've really got
But I realize that I will always be a lost cause
Emptiness fills every single thought / Hopelessness is what I have wrought
A clouded path I now walk / Reassurance can not be sought
Sorrow enveloped me
The pain inside just got too heavy
And grief overpowered me completely
I've been feeling so disconnected lately
Haunted by my memories
If only you could see
These wings were too much to carry
Maybe...it was meant to be
I did everything I could have
With...the little courage I had
But I am one who really d
Love GoodbyeLove Goodbye2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You may say you love me
But you never let me see
When i look away
You will never stay
Your heart is always on the move
Your love is so untrue
Then finally with a sigh
I will say goodbye
amaurotic liaryou will never be beautiful.amaurotic liar3 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
L'appel du vide.there is no word for this in any language,L'appel du vide.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but there should be:
the opposite of shipwrecked.
the moment amidst the waves when you know, finally,
that you have lost the shore. that is--
the resolute heart. the weight in your stomach
with the first and last heave of hull against sand
before you're drifting.
the compulsion to drown all
of your horizons, to lose yourself
somewhere that no one will ever find you.
the giving in. the stark moment of honesty
between you and water and sky and water and sky and
the god, maybe, that you were never sure of before now.
the need that drove you to lose every shoreline
Let go ControlPiper honey, play me a songLet go Control3 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.
unspoken languageAs the Venetianunspoken language3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
simplicity of romance
wilts; we shift,
There are no nouns
for what we call
in minds auto-trained
to forget, we kiss -
caught between our lips.
As it happens
I am a coward, disguising
emotion with envoi's, and
between my tongue and
your lower lip
Simon Says Go Off YourselfThere's a half-empty bottle of wine on the coffee table. Blackstone. Cheap. I know it's cheap because it gave my dad nausea last night. Cheap wine does that to him. Why he drank it, I don't know. He's such a dumbass sometimes.Simon Says Go Off Yourself2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lindsay, his new fiancée, sits on the couch behind the coffee table in her black nightgown, a lit cigarette between her fingers. She's not supposed to smoke in here. It's bad for my asthma. It's also against regulations. But of course, she doesn't care.
She passes awkward glances at me between each hit. I stand in the threshold to the front room, my arms folded, staring down at her, not knowing what to say or do. There's no school today and Dad's at work, so it's just me and her.
It occurs to me as I stand there that this is the first time she and I have been completely alone. We've been the only two people in a room while Dad was somewhere nearby, but we've never been alone like this, with Dad gone and only each other for company.
My stomach flutters. I fee
I love you~ [PrussiaxReader]I love you~ [PrussiaxReader]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You sat in english class, doodling all over your journal because you could care less what your teacher was talking about. After you fill up an entire page with your drawings so you flip the page. Thinking of what to draw next, you get an idea: how many ways did you know how to say 'I love you'. You started a list with the ones you knew.
I love you
You tap your pencil on the desk trying to think of any more ways to say it. The bell rings and you jump up and quickly gather your stuff and start to head down to lunch. On your way there you see your friend Tino and stop him. “Tino! You speak Finnish, right?” He nods, “Yes, why? Do you need my help with something?” You take out your journal and flip to the page with your list. “How do you say I love you?” He smiled, “Rakastan sinua.” You scribble it down. “Alright, thanks Tino.” He peeked at your journal curiously, “Mind if I ask what this is for?
fragmentSometimes, she thinksfragment3 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
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
Summer SmokeShimmer.Summer Smoke3 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,
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.Block2 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
Sing, Scream, WhisperTheir sex spoke of life's secrets.Sing, Scream, Whisper3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This