Wide Open SpacesSome sick fuck
Half inanimate object
The man, forty stories up
Hurt me, hurt me
The closest to the edge on the day she was meant to bow
"Thank you, I'm all better now"
Forty story man doesn't look out
at her feet
on the other side
dear mirror girldear you:dear mirror girl5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are storm clouds in your eyes
and all the warning signs
are pointing to destruction.
the cracks marring your cheeks
are oozing pus
and your makeup coverings have failed you.
you're falling apart
and screaming through every minute
and don't you see?
you've lost pounds of soggy eyelashes
and your skin is leaking pigment,
i only want to help you,
but you don't see yourself the way i do.
dear mirror girl:
i'm not happy with your grin.
it's much too fake;
a sloppy paint job
with no hope of ever changing.
you have rings around your eyes
and all you care to do is stare in desolation,
but don't you get it?
i'm tired of this lie.
take your hands out of your pockets
and wipe those tear-stains from your cheeks,
there are more important things
than beauty sleep
and relaxing baths
and that drawing in the corner.
and smell reality:
the rain falls everywhere,
not just on you.
stop squashing your heart.
i realize it's
+A Lover+a lover Pained+A Lover+6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a lover Hurt
a lover Saddened-
a lover Curt.
a lover Stained
a lover Lied
a lover Sent To-
a lover Cried.
a lover Trained
a lover Bored
a lover Let Go-
a lover Stored.
a lover Tainted
a lover Tried
a lover Scorned-
a lover Died.
Criminal thoughts...Today I woke and saw my window as every morning...Criminal thoughts...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The same sky was outside, the same houses, the same people...
Yet the feeling inside me was slighty different...
I have a beating heart... that sometimes wants to bleed so hard...
I have my love far away from my touch...
The sadness aproacches me and I feel depress...
I see my sky once more, with this bleeding feelings of love all around me, and I think...
How lucky I am...
Somehow I see the world being full of art, so pretty, yet so open...
I feel free even when I feel that my hearts travels millions of miles to be right were it wants...
I feel so alive...
Everything inspires me, from the tick rain, to the burning sky, because I see the world as an open door...
Chances to have fun, chances to make love. chances to hold on...
Even when I cry I can feel the art coming trought my heart...
The fear of losing the love inside my heart gets lost when I see his pretty eyes and hear his beatiful voice...
I know I love him.. I know I miss him..
inchworm.I have a riddle for you, you said, and I smiled,inchworm.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
twisting my hair in my fingers.
good. I like riddles.
if theres a worm, you said, stuck at the bottom of a thirty-foot well,
and every day he climbs two feet up and
every night he slides one foot down
he gets out of the well on the twenty-ninth day, I said.
I know that one.
I have one for you.
you sat back a little and your lips twitched.
okay, you said, hesitantly.
if theres this relationship, I said,
stuck in a huge rut,
and every day it takes one step forward and
three steps back,
when does it reach the point that I can trust you again?
The DraftA woman waiting by the window,The Draft6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Statue held by bated breath
No letters yet, no news of death.
The draft has come and cleared the board,
Of all but Bishops, Knights and Queens.
The Pawns have gone to play abroad,
And die in budget battle scenes.
To fall with phosphor flashing rounds
The Draft has come, Oh empty towns.
Truths and Lies--In and OutI really hate to say thisTruths and Lies--In and Out6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(HAH! What are we, ten?)
I'm not sure that this is working
(I don't WANT to be your friend!)
Everything has gone downhill
(I blame this shit on you!)
I need to work some problems out
(I know exactly what to do)
So what have you been doing?
(Who did you sleep beside last night?)
How's your life been lately?
(How does her hair look in the light?)
I completely understand
(but can I strangle you just for fun?)
I'm happy as long as you are
(I hope you know that we are done.)
So why did you call me?
(Can't you leave me the Hell alone!?)
It was nice of you to think of me
(Should I disconnect my phone?)
Oh, so did you get my email?
(Do I have to block you as well?)
Have I gotten annoying yet?
(because you're putting me through Hell.)
Yeah, we had some good times.
(Why won't you let me forget?!)
Oh yeah, I remember saying that!
(Aren't you tired of this yet?)
Yeah, maybe w
Lemonade with SundayIt's one of those days, you know, the ones where the air is so thick and heavy you feel like your sucking it in through a big old quilt. Every time I wake up to these days for a moment I don't want to get out of bed, because days like these are the ones that are full of memories that I am the only keeper over.Lemonade with Sunday5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember that when we were kids you would come running up my stairs on days like this happy as a pig in the mud. I would answer the door already in a bad mood because my hair was sticking to the sweat on the back on my neck, every time I would frown and say, "boy what is wrong with you, you're not supposed to smile in hell." But my moods never slowed you down. You loved those days when the lowest temperature was 90°F, days of lemonade and lying in the tall grass absorbing that awful sun. My only desire was to soak in a cold bath all day but you would lay in that grass with those freckles across your cheeks and that infectious smile and I would sit out there because that sm
Unlove MeHe looked at me, with those oblong eyes of his, and said, "Sarah, I don't think I love you anymore."Unlove Me7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I didn't move and I'm pretty sure I didn't blink. I just stood there, expressionless, while looking at the half-chopped carrots in front of me.
"You know, it's going to rain tonight," I said, my fingers re-clutching the knife and continuing to chop the carrots.
He looked at me, with those malachite eyes of his, and said:
"You're not yourself anymore. I..."
"Josh, can you hand me that pan?"
Red. I try my best to scrape away every last ounce of the colour. It's everywhere. I know he wouldn't like it if his parents came over and the house was filthy. He hated that.
"I'll have to change," I said looking at my dress, covered in orange and red.
Lovers Leave You EmptyLike the first time you scraped your kneesLovers Leave You Empty7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or fell flat on your face
Vindicated until the limit boils and
Ends as quickly as it came
Recall the terrified feeling of being
Separated in a dark place
Like the time you lost yourself in the woods
Expecting to be gone without a trace
And the sting of bitter words
Vocalized in your first fight
Extracts thoughts from far away
You cant sleep at night
Or the flush of pain
Upon your youthful skin
Every time you were tore down
Memories stirring from within
Perhaps it is all these things
That makes the heartache worse, lovers leave
You empty, an unavoidable curse.
Bipolar LoveWhen I think of you I feel so happyBipolar Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel so alive
I feel like I can change the world with my bare hand
When I see you standing there my heart flies
My heart feels complete
feels happy again
When I talk to you I feel fine
But then I remember you aren't mine
Then it all comes back
The pain of knowing you belong to her
You smile because of someone else
Then I want to cry
Then I cant hide
All the hurt that buries deep inside my heart
Then you say you want to see me
Then you ask where I was
And my mind starts to fly
starts to wonder and I laugh
I feel so happy
The thought of seen you again makes me feel so great
The dream of watching again
Your pretty eyes and lovely smile
But then I remember
I remember you are only a friend
You don't love me
You don't care
that is when my heart hits reality and dies again
That is when I remember that you are never here and you never will
This bipolar love I feel inside makes me feel alive
Makes me want to die
Makes my heart melt and cry
you would call out to the starsyou fell headfirst into beauty you never should have touchedyou would call out to the stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you stumbled onto a land that has long since been turned to dust
(even though the ways the sunlight shines here is something you swear never to forget)
sometimes you think that you should have never left your home
other times you breathe in the clean air and wonder how you could relish such a standstill life
you hold the world in your palms
a paradox of enormous proportions that you never seem to notice
(or care really, you always were a wild one)
time has gone the long way around you
and you been left stranded in a place in which it has no meaning
you still wish on shooting stars
because that's a habit too deeply ingrained to ignore
(or maybe you just hope too much)
lullabies will ring in your ears sometimes
their haunting tunes lingering long after you've opened your eyes
you aim your feet to walk along an edge
thinner than a shadow
(you often wonder if you'll make it)
Look in the MirrorLook in the Mirror6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take a look in the mirror;
tell me, what do you see?
I see a mess of a soul
trapped in a masterpiece.
Peel the layers back
and glance beneath skin.
Hiding under the glitter
is a monster within.
Take a look in the mirror;
do you see what I crave?
Your hatred makes up
for all the love that you gave.
Peel the layers back
and lose what's left of your heart.
I'll never let go
until your world's torn apart.
Take a look in the mirror
and see what I see:
a soul lost to tomorrow,
forever belonging to me.
AsylumDeep in the ravenous pit of my soulAsylum5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where love once burned with a hellish fury
I lie in wait, a vile revenant of what I once was
Tortured and raped by your affection.
My dark sanctuary is the last bastion
A misbegotten hole in which I may fester
It has become my serpentine salvation
After all past defenses had crumbled at your feet
Was I not so long ago the angel in this story?
Battle weary but brave and bright eyed
The Light's own agent of Love's forgotten truths
My sword was my faith in you, my halo was our love
Now I am corrupted and defiled, wings ripped apart
Demon blood runs cold through blackened veins
My eyes are windows to a deeper madness
With my heart torn out, it shall beat no longer
You Are HereAt this slighted intersectionYou Are Here6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without divine intervention, just confusion
With your life - struggling out of control
But hey, you know where you are, and you are
Here, in human hair and human skin
Conflicted and ever so constricted within
With fingers in fives, just pray you're alive
Because you wouldn't want to be anywhere but here
And so here you are
A place called Earth
A place of birth and also famously known
As the waiting room for Hell
Oh well, at least it's near
So settle down, have a snack or drink a beer
Just wait until you see the smoke and the mirrors
Forcing shivers upon you, but don't let that stop you
So what are you waiting for?
Examine the arrow, pointing to your head
It's merely an indicator, a sign saying you're not yet dead
So wrap up tight, it'll be a long life, and an even longer night
Standing in a graveyard with dead crows all around
It's here that I know what you're thinking,
But the grey gets even better when you're alive, so
Ignore the compulsory fear, and ple
3 Month PuppetOctober:3 Month Puppet5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I order another coffee; she's always late.
I see her coming. The emotions radiating off her body could power a small country but she would come with the package and the small country would return her with a complaint letter.
She starts talking before she's even in the seat. "We are going on our first date!"
I start up my brain, which maybe-someday-husband is this? Number 12? Number 22, if I consider the guys that shared sweat with her for a night and left the memory of her name along with the memory of her in a cheap motel bed.
I feign excitement. Raise eyebrows? Check. Arrange the lips just right? Check. "Oh my god, where is he taking you!?" I already know it's going to be similar to the answers before.
"A football game, it will be sooo fun," she says.
I digest this, yes it's the same as the others: hiking, action movies, gaming arcade.
"You hate sports," I say.
She tilts her head in thought, here it comes. "I know, but he wanted to go."
You Smiled Like the OceanYou smiled like the ocean,You Smiled Like the Ocean1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like a wave unto the sea-
Vast as any desert
And as empty as can be.
You laughed as if the sun alit
A midnight summer sky-
Loud as any empty cave
And almost just as dry.
You cried as if the solar system
Ripped itself apart;
But I-oh, I only cried,
From a battered, broken heart.
Grey Birds RoostingRemember remember,Grey Birds Roosting5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The birds of September
That darkly floated in,
Before the sun-burst of colour
And heavy briefcase rain.
Before all falling shapes were lost
In choking clouds of concrete dust
And journalists, (that's full grown men)
Showed their tears on CNN.
But my diction only sours-
So remember remember,
The birds of September,
Gliding into towers.
And when you see infantry in the East,
The price of our peace.
countdown to zeroexcitement:countdown to zero5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
one sheet of cheap paper
detailing every growth,
chalked down to weeks
and several tiny images.
ear structure forming.
scrawled across the page.
events that should be itemized,
stuck in the family museum,
clipped down to snapshot memories.
twelve thousand thoughts
of names and pain,
of teaching morals and values,
of how to say "no"
even though sometimes,
i couldn't myself.
and the constant knowledge
that the timing might not have been right.
the sudden gush of crimson,
one frantic drive to the er...
you weren't ready to love us.
who you'd have looked like,