InconclusiveAnd you were twisted with the potential of a goldmineInconclusive7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were ink black and addled and you had your
fingerprints stained into tiffany vases and prodigality
And I forged all my sympathies, signed strictly apathetic
While you were in the guise of composites and bleached knuckles
Aphorisms never meant as much to paradigms or gritted teeth
but I digress; I crafted men out of plate tectonics
Ninety degrees from your contempt and
At the rinds you will find plaster and
thirty molecules of carbon and
Don't you ever want to be the one to split the world in two?
You reassure me that your only certainties are relevance and Catch-22s and
You bled sulfur through your fingertips and your laughter was like
mile-long shadows and nonexistence.
In the Case of MartyrdomWe size fiberglass men through optic lenses as I count acid fingerprints on flower vases.In the Case of Martyrdom1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
You slit porcelain necks and fall through hairline fractures.
Call me the luckiest man in the world while I unravel.
Cipherher marrow's ethylbenzene--Cipher6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she's no crystalline girl,
she's only semitransparent
& intrepidly acidic
she speaks in caustics,
rattled off from fissured jaws like
gold smoke & gray water
sweetheart, she's no revolutionary,
(but she's always been a catalyst).
Vitreoushe can taste collagen remorse--Vitreous7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
petroleum bitter & clattering between hyaline teeth
he's a plastic boy & can frame himself into your theorems
speak in stratagems & showmanship
but he's teeming with white matter
& your pity was
EthyleneI dreampt of harlequin girls in three-tier dresses,Ethylene7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
violet marrow and trifling lips and
starry-eyed and distant;
sweet tooth soured on stippled kisses,
and helium balloons;
We spin textile arabesques
with the frame rate clinched at stagnant.
VigilanceWe untangled expletives and shoe varnishVigilance8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
bruised knees and arsenic
syllables and salt water
I fell between the fault line
of candy floss
as the scalpel
split the continent in two.
Alkali BlueAsk her what it's likeAlkali Blue6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to be something
she'll grit her
pretty resin teeth,
she'll tell you
CatalystAnd we drawCatalyst1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a thousand shades
Of red ink
But you, my dear,
Are color blind.
Oxidizedshe was bleach-brittle & stunning &Oxidized5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
bruised hands in coat pockets, &
you were the lines of poetry dripping
through her cavity teeth.
DifferntWhat I see with my eye,Differnt11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You may see the same,
But you may not take it,
Cycles.How does a mind create something so beautiful to another,Cycles.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but to itself is not worthy,
has no value - trash?
To another it is of the highest value, cherished,
and shall never become what it was deemed worthy - trash.
It may become nostalgic,
put away in a box to collect dust and wither with time,
or even forgotten for some time. . .
But when it is rediscovered - the fire again, instantly.
All of those memories, feelings, thoughts
come rushing like a flood that you would love to drown in, taste, and become - just once more.
Re-experienced, Rekindled, Re-birthed
for a moment just as sweet as the last time it left your lips,
so luscious, and then it's gone. . .
The fire that raged day and night,
burning hot, extinguished in an instant.
It will come again. . .
Not me, not todayI'm writing you this lines so that you knowNot me, not today2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not perfect, oh, not at all.
I've got issues and I've got a lot of problems
I force myself to believe in happy days but I kind of don't
If I could embrace your soul, I would
If I could reach to you, I would
I'm not afraid of showing who I am or in what mood I'm in
I love honesty and I appreciate it no matter how much it hurts.
Every note touches my heart and melts it
It's a good thing because that means that's still breathing
I've not lost hope, it is always next to me, in me
It's something that keeps me from falling
It's the reason I might open my eyes in the morning
Nobody's perfect and we all know it
To reach perfection, no one could
And do you know why?
They don't even see it, it's right before their eyes
Everyone is perfect in their own way
But not me, not today.
Shadow (Drabble) (Phan)Small Trigger WarningShadow (Drabble) (Phan)8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Do you think love is always unrequited?” PJ had asked, as he sipped at his frappucino with Dan and I.
“Well I’d hope not!” Dan replied, with a smile. “After all, I have been dating a girl for 4 months, I’d hope she liked me!”
And just like that, my world freezes. The background noise silences itself and until all I can hear is the repeating words ‘I have been dating a girl for 4 months’ over and over until they make my head spin and I need to scream and cry and shout until I can’t hear the voices anymore. But no, I can’t do that can I? I’m still in Starbucks, I’m still with my friends, I still have to act normal no matter how much my heart is breaking.
4 months. 4 freakin’ months and he never thought to mention it to me, his best friend? I didn’t realise I was so insignificant in his life, I mean we’re only best friends! Only best friends, I suppo
Piano Man (Phan)When Dan was sad, he went to play music. It had been his refuge throughout his school life: the slightly-dodgy keyboards in the music department where the bullies couldn’t get him and he could just get lost in the music until the bell told him that he had to go and face the real world. After playing he would feel happier, or at least more content with life, like a burden had been lifted off his shoulders. That was, of course, until someone tripped him up and brought him crashing back down. The music teachers always understood, let him sit with his tin-foil wrapped sandwiches in the corner of a dark room and didn’t ask questions. Everyone knew what was up with Dan Howell anyway.Piano Man (Phan)2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
But his school days were passed him now, Dan was by all means an adult, and 22 was no age to be hiding in corners just to escape reality for as long as possible. He knew he should be old enough to face problems, to live in the real world which was just as exciting as the one that a musical score coul
Frameworkshe tried to realignFramework5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
her spine with vinylbenzene
like she could be a plaster girl &
elegant & automated despite her
she fashioned butterfly wings
out of worn newspaper &
donned plastic tiaras,
bit her silvery split
fingernails & told you,
threadbare girls don't shatter, love,
(they just disentangle).
Tomorrow I will...Tomorrow I will...Tomorrow I will...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ride a dragon
Win the race
Save the world
And go to space
Tomorrow I will...
Lose some weight
Rule the world
Find my soulmate
Tomorrow I will...
Make a fortune
Be the best
Quit my job
And pass that test
Tomorrow I will make my way!
How else should I endure today?
HumanityLook at themHumanity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walking around like zombies
Cattle to the slaughter
All chaotic lies within
They all seem to think they are special
Not a single thing
All hateful and spiteful
I do not hate people
But I do hate humanity as a whole
Look at us
As a single unit
What are we worth?
What good have we done?
The few that deserve a beautiful life
Suffer at the hands of the righteous
Trampled down below the throng
Look at them
They are just like the rest
I look at them
Realize they are just like me
E s c a p e
About HateWhen hate is a fire, then it's burning cold.About Hate1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All consuming, raging uncontrolled.
Hot tears are burning in eyes and on skin,
Unable to calm the storm within.
The consumptive flame turns from red to white.
Burns down borders between wrong and right,
Disoriented reason leads astray.
Lined with ash and debris is the way.
Beneath the heat of raging fire is ice,
For firstly the cold did heat entice.
When freezing the heart in its icy grip.
The shell won't melt, won't break or rip.
jeff the killer~Burned out eye lidsjeff the killer~6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Carved in smile
A insane killer
No one can keep him down
is what he is to normal people
Not sure who he is anymore
Wants to be beautiful
Misses his brother and parints
But theres no turning back
As he is to the readers of creepy pasta
Most people think he is just a sick killer who kills for fun
But is really just a boy who lost his mind
But to the members of creepypasta
He's one of them
Psychedelic PathogensPsychedelic Pathogens5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I am alone again,
Not on account of you or Ibut
The pervading nostalgic sense of summer sweat,
And waking to the humdrum cicada onslaught to my dreams, always
So readily hallucinatory
Of feet cut on razor-studded rooftops
And popsicles melting down my arm.
Wracked with fever, and chills, and ebbing bouts of nausea,
I sift in and out of a drug-induced sleep.
Outside I know for certain Chicago is frozen,
Rusting, creaking, swinging beneath a world of snow, for
I am reminded, every now and then, of where I am
By the projectional shadows on my walls made of cars headlights,
Each like a silent film.
Lets not be mistaken.
I am bound to bed by an enemy contingent of smelly blankets.
Throwing it all off andlike the undead Lazarus
Sitting up, I can suddenly breathe again.
I swallow the bile that immediately rises to my throat,
And steady myself against the bedpost.
Sliding my bare feet to the floor, all I can feel is water,
A Dead Sea beneath
The TripperThe TripperThe Tripper5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I awoke at 3:00 AM to the sound of an unbearable ringing tone from the alarm. My once crushed hopes for a high were soon dashed as I was given the bong. The little child inside me giggled for the surprise trip I was going to take. I was mentally and physically exhausted, as I had expended much energy pounding out various riffs and improvised solos on my guitar. The time was set, I was ready to intake the sweet dream. The first hit I took was much too weak, I had not timed my breathing well enough to achieve perfection in the intake of the precious smoke. However, the second bowl I smoked was excellent, no weed was left and I had that familiar numbness in my brain cavity once again.
Things were a little different this time, though. This was my 3rd huge trip into Dimension X. After a few scarce minutes of being awake, I had already begun to spiral into the inevitable. I was the Tripper. Everything had begun to sink and curve down like the bottom of a three dimensional
MistBlinded by the lightMist8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And eternal blur I am
Hiding away from stars
Hidden by unknown
Curious Oh I am
What's behind the curtains?
That fall before my eyes
As the ocean before birds
Unable to find my path
I wander in mysteries of life
Which dwell in my soul
As tamed snakes they lie
Infinite roads before me
To pick any one I can
"Just go", the artist roars,
"Go and find your star!"
You LoseYou have nothing to loseYou Lose8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And everything to gain
What is life
Without a little pain?
You think you're right
And can never be wrong
You attack the weak
To make you feel strong
Up on your pedestal
High above the rest
You think you're something special
You think you're the best
This is a battle you cannot win
But you can't afford to take this loss
Who will follow you now
If you're no longer the boss?