Vampire's KissI see him standing; he's so very far away. But his beauty still reaches out to me, caressing the very skin of my cheek. My breath left me at the sight of him and such fair, pale skin. His hair is unique, a wonderful mess of deep chocolate tresses with two long strands that frame his too perfect face. His bangs obscure his eyes from me at first, casting a soft shadow over them in the way the dim light of the moon hit him. His lips were twisted into a charming smirk... Beautiful.Vampire's Kiss8 years ago in Erotic More Like This
My heart fluttered. I watched him from afar, frozen on the spot. He was looking toward me. An angel of darkness, staring toward me, smirking at me... silently beckoning me to approach him. My feet obeyed the order though something else within me told me to turn and run. I couldn't listen to that small plea in my mind. It was pushed aside, tossed to the curb like a piece of garbage. I was in a spell now.. under his spell.
BohemioBohemio7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Su alma semeja una inquieta mariposa cuyas alas le impulsan a levantar constante vuelo y chocar contra las paredes sin remedio. Unas alas que se resisten a ser plastificadas por voluntades ajenas.
De lo más profundo de su mente surgen antenas que captan vibraciones imperceptibles para los demás. Él las toma entre sus manos y fabrica un eclipse de mar, una melodía luminosa, un poema mudo... sin poder explicarlas al mundo.
Es un bohemio buscando descubrir una nueva estrella en el firmamento. Una distinta, deslumbrante... una que palpite con una fuerza estremecedora.
Sin embargo, todas las estrellas son igual de brillantes, frías y distantes.
Pero él no puede conformarse con ello; se le secarán los ojos de escrutar la oscuridad, se le atrofiarán los dedos intentando escribir en una pared desnuda su última desesperación.
Quizá muera sin realizar su utópica empresa, pero será de cara al cielo, con su naturaleza inmutable y la
I'm Not Good EnoughSlather my heart in my blood padded cellI'm Not Good Enough3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From soft hands thumping on walls
Not cushioned enough to prevent grouted wounds.
I am flying through my cells with wordy screams
That tempted the air and thought best in expression
You can whisper coarse perils and I will
Meet you by the edged library books falling in my lap
With authors pouring out their hearts' desires
But flailing into mediocrity.
and then, you changed.For years, you used to ask me what you were to me.and then, you changed.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And I would always say, "Nothing," until you finally understood that there was nothing you could do that could ever hurt me.
When we were children, there were no monsters under your bed. Just dead frogs and lizards from the pond on your doorstep.
You asked your sister, "Why do things die?"
"Because death is a part of life," she told you with a loving hand in your hair and a calming hug waiting for you later. But her eyes pinned me over your shoulder.
She never told you it was because Erik wouldn't stop killing them.
Flowers die, too. So I flattened them in your schoolbooks for you to find.
And you thought it was romantic. You showed them to your friends and told your sister you had a secret admirer.
I often wondered how you would've felt if you saw their ashes blow away with the wind, when I later burned them out on the deck.
It took you two years. You left a note in my locker junior year asking if I wanted to go out
TruthPoison spoken softly,Truth6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And in an honest tongue-
Could master all the longest lies
And see the great undone.
The PuppeteerHere stands my heart,The Puppeteer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the line of desperation,
On the edge of insanity.
Held together by stitches of false truth,
Strung up like a marionette,
A mere toy for the puppeteer.
Here lies my heart,
Begging you to stay,
Bound in fabric chains.
Split apart by the truth,
Held up by wounds of the past,
Used for the amusement,
Of a puppeteer.
The Closest ThingSummer days are like crashing wavesThe Closest Thing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too fast, too loud, filling my mouth and nose until I can't think
And always a little too cold for the memory.
I've never wanted to be swept away
When each morning is an icy shock, a shove towards the brink
I want your arms to brace and hold me.
When each glance in the mirror is a tide that I can't swim against
And dreams become sun glares, blinding my eyes
I'd reach for your lifeboat
To keep me afloat
And dissolve into quiet.
The closest thing to paradise.
ForbiddenWho lives in a pineappleForbidden3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the refrigerator?
No one, because the fruit
is a solid, juicy snack.
You do not live in a fruit,
and if you could,
I would not allow it.
Think what you will.
You are forbidden from any fruit,
or vegetable, for that matter,
within the realm on my brunch.
It is a realm no mortal may penetrate,
and no bubble wrap may protect.
And your comb-over will not subdue me.
Love, a Funny Four Letter WordhavocLove, a Funny Four Letter Word5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a funny word.
you and me
are two funny beings
dying in their own funny ways with
funny liquids seeping from their wounds
[i know mine is a combination of
vodka and olive oil and sanguine
tears, i don't know about yours]
and other funny things on their
like funny stories. you know i
always loved your funny stories.
like the one where you were
talking about your mom and i being
your slaves and we started laughing and
i said "hahahahaha fuck you."
you laughed your hardest
but that was you in the time
that was 'then', and i'm afraid that
this is 'now' and i can't seem to get
over how we seemingly skipped the
in between. the in between where you
were supposed to hold me close and
really savor the blood in your mouth.
my blood. god, did you ever? because
i'm drowning in the taste of yours as
or rather, as we don't.
I Will Carry YouThe sting of death is a mysterious thing,I Will Carry You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To those of us left behind.
It is complex,
One moment you are at peace,
The next you find yourself sobbing.
Boiling memories swim through our being,
Taunting our hearts into a more vulnerable state.
The love of a parent I had lost,
Now I fear someone I love faces the same loss.
My dearest friend,
How I wish I could take the pain away.
I know the fear,
And anguish you feel.
For I have felt it too.
Oh my dear,
How I wish you didn't have to go through this so soon.
My heart breaks,
It weeps for you and yours.
To hear the pain in your voice,
The tears you cry,
Brings indescribable pain to me-
For it is all you feel,
That I have felt before.
I wish . . .
I wish there was so much more I could do for you.
More than just offering a shoulder,
A listening ear,
And a comforting hug.
It tears me apart to know you go through so much,
And there is so little I can do for you.
I want to just take this pain from you,
ScarredI feel the trapped wingsScarred4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Beneath my scarred skin
And I know the song you wanna sing
But my patience is wearing thin
I seen this coming
I shoulda hit the ground running
But here I stay, on my own two feet
It is time for your ignorance to hit the street.
Let This Heaven Burn You"where is your heaven?"the man spat coldly."Where is it if we can't touch it?" he snickered and coughed out those many years of cigarettes. He started puffing another pack. I hoped he choked on those embers. My eyes rested at my feet, searching for an answer to grab me, but none did. He was growing restless yet satisfied with the entangling silence, "I was right, kids so caught up in questions they give no answers." my eyes rose to see a smug expression radiating off of him like poison; he was the lost that still won. "You going to say something?" he licked his reptile lips in amusement. "Whatever." he scoffed in a tired tone. He started walking away into the darker depths of the ally.Let This Heaven Burn You3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It is where the sunflowers lie." I spoke barely above a whisper, my eyes followed him, he stopped.
"What did you say?" his shoulders hunched up as if pulled by a puppeteer, still facing away from me.
caterpillars will become butterflies.You called it a whole other world.caterpillars will become butterflies.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"It's a fortress," you tell me when we sit at the bay window, thrown wide open.
The spider webs would cut thousands of crystal strokes under my windowsill in between rainy seasons, and each morning we'd sit out in the yard and I'd watch you sketch the dewdrops ebbed in the tiny satin tightropes. Your father hated them, but you wouldn't let him touch them.
"Everything so geometric and miniature. It's amazing."
The structure of my bones became geometric and miniature, too, so you could trace every line sitting in that window, with the curtains billowing like butterfly wings.
But I never noticed that you never noticed the butterflies.
You called me your little fairy girl.
"Little fairy girl," you tell me in the kitchen. My mother has just wed your father and I already like you. "Little fairy girl, so small and fragile."
Couldn't you see it, Jeremy? Couldn't you see how I followed you like a moth would to flame? You plucked me from the vine an
Shot to HellShot to Hell:Shot to Hell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I should probably be angry about all this
I mean, I am dead after all...
Still, I suppose there could be worse things in life
Of course, it did hurt you know; when you shot me
Oh my god! I thought I've just been shot!
The bleeding wasn't the worst part of the ordeal though
Instead, the worst part of entire situation was the feeling of slowly dying
the feeling of losing the life inside your body...
Some might say that it feels like being buried in a blizzard
but for me, it was more like jumping head first into an icy sea
I couldn't move and I couldn't speak...
all I could do was to simply hang there limp and wait for the water to fill my lungs
All of a sudden, quick as a flash, I ended up here
here in this realm of flames and smoke, dust and death, desolation and sorrow...
As the pillars of fire reached for the sky, I found myself drifing down
deep into the depths of this realm, like a cartridge spent from a gun
At first, I was confuse
fascination.clearly i've developed a fascination with cigarettesfascination.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and hand-holding and cheek-kisses,
something about thinking about him on starry nights,
when i can draw lines connecting his initials to mine
because he was a cancer and i was a cancer,
and my horoscope told me to keep him close to my heart
so he could peel back my skin and my ribs and my lungs
to steal my words right from my chest
he smelled like Newports and hours-old cologne,
but sometimes it was his smoke mingled with a fresh peppermint
that drew me to his lips and made me wonder
if i could get addicted to the taste of his nicotine
he made me want him next to me, to lay my hand on his chest
while our minds soared into the ocean of clouds and birds above us
and we stared at each other with our eyes closed,
letting our lips speak in a wordless rhythm
that somehow contained three syllables.
VitalityHe is shape, colour,Vitality4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
And line: An artist's life goal;
Their last smiling breath.
He is a poem
That doesn't need words; exists
Perfectly. Each pore.
He is a soul's flight
And a heart's landing. Breathless,
He's singing with it.
A Forever PromiseBefore you choose to take me homeA Forever Promise4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are just some things that you must know
I cannot promise you glory
For how much can these paws do?
I cannot promise you fame
For I am made of nothing special
I cannot promise you money
For I will be the cost of it
I cannot promise you forever joy
For some pain, I will be the source
But for each of these that I cannot do
There are things I can that compensate
I promise you comfort
When times are a fright
I promise you loyalty
At the disposal of my life
I promise you protection
Every hour of every day
I promise you my energy
Whenever you have the time to play
They may not be much
But I hope you understand
If you promise me your heart
I promise you my all
To Be a PunkRemove The Glitter from your FaceTo Be a Punk6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Replace it with a Smear of Dirt
Remember, it's not about Lace,
It's not about Hurt.
Self-Sufficient Survival In a Spined Shell
Necessary Denizens of a Self-Created, Wondrous Hell
Fire-Rust, Acid-Paint, Bleeding Beauty from the Hole-Punch Piercings
Metal, Flesh, Cloth, Scraped Knees and Brazen hearts.
It is not your Safety Pins, it is not your Skulls
It is not your Leather Glitzpunk Dolls
It's a Way.
It is an Awareness and a Bravery in its own Right.
It's not Glitz.
It's Embedded in Wit
The realization that Our Mortal Coil is a Malleable Thing
Push a needle through the skin, add another Ring.
It is not to be a Creature of Metal,
But to make your Body a mere Shell for a Soul
Painted, Inked, Needled, Clothed
To Reflect the Burning Awareness Within
And in This Way
A Single Person.
It is to Refrain from Becoming a Chalice,
Catching what the Cups of Leaders Overflow
Until skin softens and hair becomes
Snow white, inex
I Like To PretendI like to pretendI Like To Pretend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That those noises
Are the stairs creaking beneath my feet
Not them shouting at each other
I like to pretend
That those thumps
Are the cats knocking something over
Not fists slammed on tables
I like to pretend
That the exclaimed swear words
Are said because of a stubbed toe
Not hurled at one another
I like to pretend
That my step-mom and father don't fight
But it's true anyway.
DepressionAnother useless morning dawns,Depression4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Another tiresome creature yawns.
Lost I am in the depth of thought,
People can't see the battle I've fought.
My scars are hidden by a harden face,
No smile has been found, I have no grace.
I look upon the work I've done,
And find that it is helpful to all of none.
I hate the flesh I'm bound to,
The words I weave I do but rue.
Rueful and spiteful I wish to cry,
But no tears will help me on the inside.
Who will help me to live without pain?
Will anyone try to keep me sane?
Am I lost to the grave?
Jane DoeFliers postedJane Doe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on Chicago telephone poles,
punched through light pink paper
in harsh December sun.
one gorgeous Macaw.
Goes by the name
Three streets down,
yellow crime scene tape
and a chalk outline
tell the story
of a Jane Doe
of a different sort.
which will be solved first
it's not the bird.