Broken Hearts Still BeatingThe lightning-spliced sky illuminates my bedroomBroken Hearts Still Beating2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I'm crouched in the corner, embraced by the dark,
thinking of how there could have been a chance
for me to wake up next to you, your emerald eyes
webbed with emotion, your body limp
from jerking in your sleep. I imagine ruffled sheets,
broken lamps, and permeating heat.
I think of how we could have jogged together
along roadsides and doubled over with thorns
in our ribs at your feeble attempts to whistle Dixie.
I'm collapsing inward, reminiscing on the truths
I should have told you and how every boy I pass
has your face, your dark brown hair, your lips.
And I cry. Oh, do I cry.
I saw you hunched over one day, exhausted
from nightmares, sipping Gatorade and reciting
poetry about there being beauty in decay,
and I couldn't help but think that you
were living proof of that phenomenon.
I wanted to cry for you and tell you about that time
a lady ran into me at Barnes & Noble and I'd had
no earthly idea that I was alive until she turned ar
Never In My LifeLooks like you don't care anymoreNever In My Life5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
About the memories that haunt me every night,
The demons and ghosts that won't let me sleep.
Do you remember that day
When we first met?
We knew from the start we'd become so close.
But I never thought you'd end it this way.
It seems like you've moved on,
Like you don't even care.
But I won't forget you.
It Had To Be You?I only see you sometimesIt Had To Be You?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I miss you,
but I don't know why
for all the times I'm with you
it seems so inevitable to end
and it ends
but there's something that keeps me from going
like a stick in the mud
or maybe I'm caught up in the flesh and blood
it's clear that I need somebody
but I don't remember why it had to be you
we're so strange to each other
and that's just nothing new
VisionsLook me in the eyes,Visions5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What do you see?
Is there anything,
Any sense of a personality?
Do you see a light,
Some sign of life?
Or is it nothing,
Symbols of strife?
Why do I ask,
When I know the answer,
As it spreads across my mind,
It's own brand of cancer?
It's swallowing me whole;
Making me feel fear
It's sight penetrating,
Making me feel clear.
I turn to glass,
Slowly, ever more slowly.
It leaves me.
GrantaireGrantaire had always sat in the corner. It was almost tangible, how much he didn't belong here. He sat in the corner so he wouldn’t bother anyone- but of course, he did. He couldn’t help himself. But he sat in the corner because he wasn’t- couldn’t be- wouldn't be- really a part of their group. Grantaire has no fervent devotion to the cause, only to the man that leads it.Grantaire2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“From the table in the corner, they could see a world reborn.”
Grantaire did see a new world from his little table in the corner. Not a world of liberty and equality, as the others do, but a bright world, illuminated by the dreamer who leads the fray.
“And they rose with voices ringing.”
And in the end, Grantaire had risen. He had crossed the room to stand by the only thing he had ever truly believed in. His voice ringing, Grantaire had died a dreamer, a believer, as he had always wished to be in life, but never thought himself capable of being. And in the end, that was
As Much As YouNo, I don't know how you do itAs Much As You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You make me believe
That nothing else
Can hurt me
As much as you
Not one thing in this world
Can inflict so much pain
Not one soul
Can damage my mind
As much as you
Not one life
Can mean to me
As much as you