His Big BreakAssigned a non-speaking role.His Big Break2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
pizza, sex, tvit starts with hearbreak, always heartbreak, always the same.pizza, sex, tv3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the same boy, the same underwear, the same habits, the same history -
Decree AbsoluteWe married.Decree Absolute2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the journey."What if he stops?"the journey.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Over Before You Know ItCaught stealing.Over Before You Know It2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
(Just a short sentence.)
Sense MemoryI developed taste.Sense Memory2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We lost touch.
my propeller1. this is for the fat girls, and the douchebags, and the fake bitches.my propeller3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is for the middle children, the unattractive older brother, the coddled Jewish boys.
this is for those who suffer from once-requited and unrequited love, for the kids who sit in the back;
for the bus-drivers hauling dead dreams, singing hymns that stem from their hollowed-out stomachs.
this is for the 3 year old poet, who speaks half-english/half-God;
for the girl who loves somebody else, for the girl who cannot love somebody else, for the hard-working man who wants love but can't see past his 20-year-old regrets,
for the boy who is fucking someone else, for me, the girl, and the words i cannot say:
before this attraction ferments, fuck me properly and pull me apart
so i bury them.
something along the likes of heartache sits in my throat
and something along the likes of regret seethes through my teeth
and something along the likes of pain slow dances around the edges of my eyes
and you say you're sorry
1 Across (4 Letters)Adding tea to oil.1 Across (4 Letters)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Alone, at night, in my flat, watching sad filmsI swear I heard you.Alone, at night, in my flat, watching sad films2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
HoboThe snow dampened your cardboard requests,Hobo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So you decided to slip between bookshelves
Until they turned all the lights out.
There wasn't any room left at the zoo,
And you crawled under the dead shrubberies
Clutching your cargo like a child.
Invisible to the world,
You hid in the corners of their eyes
And ambushed them with guitar strings.
Rotten BlossomsShe just needs to say something of consequence.Rotten Blossoms3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She just needs assurance that reality exists
Beyond the restless lines of her vision
And that entropy is a myth invented by a sadist.
Ruthless hands dictating reason
To a broken girl curled into the foetal position
On the coldest floor in the world.
A series of mirrors, reflecting each facet infinitely,
Until it is clear that no one has been breathing for a while now.
She likes to think of it as a dream.
(furious technicolour, a red fireworks display, emptiness)
Someone whispers that she is irrelevant;
Oh, how these collapsible bodies laugh!
Her face is smiling;
It conceals the screaming madness beneath the skin,
Like snow on bodies,
And they'll tear and twist and crush and ruin
What she was trying to convey about love or apathy
And pretend she'd the one who
Missed the last train home.
(the bated breath of Tuesday afternoons, a lullaby she never heard)
And she wants so bad.
To understand how they work and why
Melting Hearts of Flint and StoneFred. Wilma.Melting Hearts of Flint and Stone2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They were drawn together.
The Gods' LamentIt's been so long sinceThe Gods' Lament3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mortals have known us
The offering smoke reaches us rarely, with its billowing
Plumes of ash
It makes no sense
Why they left
Where they went
Our followers betrayed us
And the rocky shores where
They used to pray
Stand littered with crosses
Crosses displaying their dead men
Dead men who mock us
Say to us:
"Your believers have gone
They are mine
They think of you
But just a few who know we are here
Just a few,
Among a world of souls lost to us
And they say
"we believe, in you gods. We believe."
...the last strawIn that picture of me, I'm 15, but that's not exactly me; that's someone else who looks like me, but it isn't me and I'm just standing behind her telling her what to do with her lips, with her eyes - only so that she will look like me to someone else who doesn't know me very well...the last straw3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my God,
do I look different with my eyes wide open and my mouth tinted that color and my head tilted in that direction
and my God,
I am not that girl anymore
and my God,
I wasn't even 15 then - I was 14, turning 15 on the 23rd but it was the 10th, and then I turned 15
and my God,
just imagine when I'm 25.
I know what it feels like to wait
to kill minutes
to waste hours
to write songs that no one listens to
to sing someone else's and pretend I was that brilliant at 19.
I know what it feels like.
I know something.
I did something today, and ate something, and drank something, and smoked something and thought something but the sum of these things amounts to almost nothing, and the sum
ConstellationHey, in the twilight of the summer,Constellation4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the insects buzzing lazily
And meandering like drunken dancers,
Let's grab a hold of cloud-cattle
And lead our steeds across the sky.
Pegasus with his mane of stars
Springs from the head of a monster.
Born from decapitation,
He speaks of the night as his home
And of the day as his murderer
He says that he sees or remembers
The Greeks in their ancient happiness
And Archimedes leaping through his thoughts.
The streets are scarred by circles and circumstance
For such is the life of a mathematician.
They had no Christianity, neither does the Southern Cross
Though it's a saviour like the Virgin Mary.
The Catholics that speak quickly and think deeply
Can use it as a fabled compass
But the saint of crosses and murder is apathetic
And by the scorpion's tail
Rests the Orion of old,
Each chasing the other and lighting the sky.
Let's grab a cup of burning hydrogen
And laugh ourselves to death.
Lust and SmokeCravingLust and Smoke6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I give away,
needs of my addiction
are too powerful to escape.
devoted to self-destruction
awake throughout the night
let temptation enter my mind
why try to resist it
when I can experience and
the defiance right out,
appetite for satisfaction
FrailI once sung the song of the fallenFrail4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And echoed the calls of war,
I had done the Devil's bidding,
Bringing darkness to every shore.
You did walk along the sullied streets
As though in a desperate trance,
You had traveled the world twice over,
Giving Death not the slightest glance.
You slept in the lap of Despair,
With shadows biting at your heel,
We both dreamed the same old dream,
Seen visions so bleak and surreal.
We then danced the dance of demons
Inside Heaven's hallowed hall,
We had awed the holy seraphim,
Awed the angels one and all.
We lived like ghosts in a mortal realm
With the strangest love never told,
We decided to throw our souls away,
Growing tired and weak, but never old.
We have lived to the end of our days
Yet we can still tell our tale,
We have drifted through the centuries,
And our bond has become so frail.
Dream of SunSome people dream of stars.Dream of Sun4 years ago in Drama More Like This
They wish for the dark,
The beautiful night sky.
They want to dance with meteors,
Swim in the milky way,
Laugh with the Man on the Moon.
They don't realize what the night also brings.
There is a coldness that lurks in the dark,
A foul freeze that reeks of frostbit death,
The odor crisp against a chapped nose.
It hungers for heat,
Thirsts for light,
And makes due with substitutes.
People of flesh and bone,
With a warmth in their heart,
And a spark in their soul.
But these are mortal sacrifices.
Stars cannot be satisfied with things destined to expire,
A false heat, a false light.
A false hope.
I am wise to daydreams,
I live in a land of ever-lasting winter.
For many nights I fight against the moon,
I am alone in a private, little war.
I used to not be.
A shiver runs down my spine.
It is not caused by snow.
I am wiser than the common man.
In times of rare, peaceful sleep,
I see fie