Or so they sayWhen winter turns to springOr so they say2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it smells like fresh air
and the beautiful flowers come back in May
Or so they say.
When summer turns to fall
the taste of bitter cold falls on your tongue
and the leaves lay
Or so they say.
But all I can see
is how you left me
and how spring is the worst of all.
Now I'm just a fighter
A fighter in love
Fighting for the love we once called forever
But could now be a never.
The old Victorian house on the hills
with the 3 little kids and dog
now seems out of reach.
We used to be dreamers
but the dreams fell like shattered glass
that's stabbing into our toes.
Trying to pick up the pieces
but we realized too late
that some things must remain broken
for it to finally become okay.
On my Last breathTo remember the pain, and still crave the joyOn my Last breath4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To understand the hardships and want to try anyway
Is this what love is?
Was, I should say,
Because I got scared, I didn't know how to handle this strange new thing
And I ran, unable to stay, to feel
So now I'm lonely again, and I still remember our last words.
Anger, pain and hurt in your eyes,
Words meant to cut and burn,
But I still remember the light in your eyes
And when I wake up alone it will be to thoughts of you
And your name on my last breath
I've become the wolfI know now that I've become the wolf. To be a creator is to be alone and to realize that as someone who is alone, you are part of the whole of humanity. Both as individuals and as a species we are alone. And so we create, we created words and concepts like "Family", "Community" and "Brotherhood" in a vain hope that by rubbing two sounds together we could make a fire that would light the universe and signal to any other life out there that we exist. But no other life appears. As a human, as a soul inside of a mind inside of a body inside of reality, I can no more know you or touch you or conceive you than a tree can give birth to a rock. Reality is limited or unlimited by your perception of it, and it's this perception that divides us. Our experience, our opinions and our personalities will always divide brother against brother regardless of how well we understand why or how someone percieves as they do. So if the way you see me is a lie, or the way I portray myself is a lie, is that moI've become the wolf3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Him and HerHimHim and Her2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was born in 1994.
I was your boyfriend.
I was someone who you loved.
But I didn’t love you back.
I was your first kiss.
Your first love.
Your first many things.
But that didn’t matter because I lied.
I knew that it would end the way it did.
And I knew you’d end up hurt.
But I still did it, because I thought it would be best for
And for that, I hope you understand that it isn’t your fault.
Don’t be so nice.
Find someone who actually cares.
Try to forget me.
Even though I know you won’t.
I was born in 1996.
I was your girlfriend.
I was someone you used.
You didn’t want me as your girlfriend.
I was your first kiss.
Your first girlfriend.
Your first many things.
But that didn’t matter to you.
You only wanted someone to pay attention to you.
Someone who would undoubtingly be a fall back if you didn’t
get what you wanted.
I loved you for wh
The saddest thingI loved you,The saddest thing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now I'm indifferent.
I see who you are nowYour smile,I see who you are now3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the Cheshire cat's,
holds deep secrets that no one can unlock.
are as dark and chilling
as black ice.
are carefully worded and woven
like the smoothest velvet.
Your kiss is empty.
Your heart is stone.
Your soul has vanished.
And your love is nothing.
You are nothing.
I remind myself,
'You mean nothing to me.
You are nothing to me.'
But things manage to slip,
to get in the way.
If only memories could be destroyed,
if only love didn't get in the way.
You are nothing.
If only your mark didn't stain my heart,
If only your promises didn't run so deep.
If only I could forget your smile..
Forget your kiss..
You are.. You are..
If only I didn't love you still..
TransformationShe has a morning ritual,Transformation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it's not just the usual
brushing her hair and teeth,
and applying layers of makeup.
Actually, she doesn't wear makeup.
She does were a bind, though,
to get rid of her chest.
So her morning ritual
transforms her into him.
No one at school knows of this.
It was when he transferred schools
that he started dressing this way.
His family doesn't approve,
but nor do they say anything.
Then he always turns down
any invitations to hang out,
because he doesn't want to take any chances
of people finding out the truth;
he's not ready for that yet.
So she will continue to just be him to them.
He tried doing this at his last school,
but it hadn't been accepted
by his fellow classmates
They were disrespectful towards him,
not approving of who he truly was.
Even his friends refused to believe
that she actually felt like he,
and they just began to ignore him.
He chose to let that part go.
He knew they didn't understand.
He was born as she,
but that's not how he felt,
BreastpocketWhen I woke up I was an orphan,Breastpocket4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But for you I was a prince in white,
Broken glass scattered like sugar on the ashphalt,
Four lovers in a country-house and I'm still sleeping alone.
And I'm still running for a train I'll never catch,
To come home to you while you're gone.
Still searching for something beneath your breastpocket,
Maybe I could make your heartbeat pound again.
Like it did in winter a decade ago, or more.
I saw you in her one eye every night for thirty days,
A courtesan bought for a century's wages.
She was a gift I gave to you for myself,
Before you ever lied about your love,
On nights when I slept,
And reached my hand out to you,
As though anything could bridge the distance.
The World in ColourI looked out of the corner of my eye,The World in Colour4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw a pebble,
Reflecting a thousand colours of the world.
I saw the reflection in myself,
And I saw the answer in the world.
I saw the answer to my question,
I saw the question that I never noticed before.
The sky melted into the ashphault that day,
The streets streaked with technicolour slick,
The ethereal discharge of heaven's eye.
I looked into that eye,
That eye in the sky above me,
And I saw the colors of the world.
I saw the streetcorners,
I saw the cafes,
I saw the slums and the palaces,
I saw the lovers and the fighters,
Some who hadn't made up their minds yet.
I saw war, and peace,
I saw silence and tumult,
I saw kisses and blows,
I saw loneliness and suffocation,
I saw freedom and misdirection,
If there's a difference.
I looked deep into the pool of the rainbow,
I saw him, and her, I saw them,
I saw families and friends and lovers,
I saw words and hands and caresses,
I saw the cycles that turn,
I saw the comings and goings of the world.
one for the memories...You made me realone for the memories...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
even though I live half a life
and half a lie.
Like a shadow
fallen in love with the sun
neither one can exist without the other
and yet they can never truly be together.
I am of darkness and you of light
as I stand alone in this silent fight.
If love and hate are the best of friends
then it makes sense where this will end...
thecity theworldThe sun rose behind the clouds this morning,thecity theworld4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you slept on while I awoke,
I put on my wool hat and stepped outside,
And walked the streets of the city.
I saw love and religion scuffling on a corner,
Poverty and obscurity making love in an alley.
Ambition went begging on the pavement,
As innocence wandered into cynicism.
I saw that the sky above me was a cage,
And the ground beneath was a shell.
Every stranger was familiar with themselves,
All the air was cold and caffienated.
Above my head God was crying,
So I ran home and locked the door,
I held your hand to my chest,
And closed my eyes.
A kiss, a wish, and a big ol' FUCK YOU on topDriven to the point of insanity,A kiss, a wish, and a big ol' FUCK YOU on top3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
torn between two worlds
is where you'll find me.
Shadows yearn for my presence,
while sunlight cries out for my smiles.
Long ago did I throw away the warm feeling
of happiness that once filled my heart.
Tearing away it's constricting restrictions
I gave into the shadows wants, needs, desires.
Happiness is the key!
Happiness is the key to your demise.
Give in to love and you can bet
one day you'll be as empty as I.
Love leads to desire,
desire to need,
need to obsession,
obsession to insanity.
Love is the root of all evil.
and leaves you nothing but broken.
It's better to have loved and lost
then to have never loved at all.
To live broken and abused
is better to live in complete ignorance. Right.
Love is a lie.
Hope is lost.
Wishes are nothing.
Peace is death.
Endless gameYou're so smooth in every lie you weave.Endless game3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cool and calculated.
You know what you want,
and you don't stop at any costs
to get your precious prize.
Do you even know what it means
to be a soothsayer anymore?
To whisper words of true love,
of true emotion..
Or are you so far gone,
hidden behind your lies
that you no longer know what it means
to love the girl
who only wanted you
to love her,
to want her,
to trust her with yourself.
Long-Distance Longing.I kissed every letterLong-Distance Longing.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ever sent,
Trusting that you'd touch
Your lips to them, too;
That we were making love
For the cost of postage.
Go back to sleep.I turned to face the door as the last of the light slipped through the barely open crack. In a matter of seconds, I would be trapped within the confines of this room. This hell. My new home.Go back to sleep.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
3- 2 -1. The last of the light vanished and I found myself plunged into darkness. A soft click from the door told me I was now locked in. A soft hum and rattle came from the ceiling as the light finally came to life, a loud grumbling noise, like that of an old fan turning on for the first time in years, followed the new amount of light.
Finally, turning away from the locked door, I faced my new home. The walls were white, but not a clean white. They looked dingy and faded with time. The floor was the same, made of white tiles but covered with a thin layer of time.
Time.. If only I had that once more. If only I could taste it's freedom on my lips and tongue once more. If only it were mine..
I threw myself against the locked door, pummeling the hard oak wood with my frail hands until I felt they woul
AlightIf my heart's in darkness, my eyes can't see bright,Alight4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My backbone is broken, and my hands are tied,
Then I'll drop this match,
And set this world alight.