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soulswe've lost the touch to reality. we fall in love with strangers, picturing their stories and minds as we please. we start dancing in the streets as at the times we felt no one was watching. we attach to things so easily; to that pen we use everyday to put down our thoughts into words, to that bracelet we got on that trip where we felt everlasting, to that person we met just yesterday and who we can't get our mind off. we're dying and coming alive again with the characters in the books we read, we hold them to our breasts and say "this is me black on white". our mood changes within a second when the first line of this specific song comes on. wsouls9 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Deux-pieceDeux-piece1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i gave my heart to a crocodile
but
he used it as a toothpick
so
i took it back
and
gave it to Charlie Chaplin
but
he kept playing the dictator
so
i took it back
and
gave it to Houdini
but
he'd make it disappear every morn
so
i took it back
and
gave it to the Beatles
but
they threw it to their lunatic fans
so
i took it back
and
gave it to my chest
but
it was dark and bloody in there
so
i took it back
and
gave it to You,
my Unloneliness,
to stuff it next to yours -
i heard from your veins
there's room enough for Two
in your rib cage.
pears and nearspears and nears1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
monday afternoon and
my lover is studying;
i am wondering if he remembers that time when
we learnt together the geometric shapes -
circled are his lips when
the sun draws himself upon them;
i am jealous.
earth has his own anatomy -
them science people called him "pear";
maybe the fruit was before the planet
or maybe the planet grew out of it,
which makes us pearestrials, but
i wouldn't know;
i don't do science.
i don't even do words -
words are too academic sometimes;
it's propestorous (exclamation mark)
and my fingers are only made to waltz with yours;
i'm sorry when i stumble,
you know my forefinger is high heel sensi
because some days aren't sunnymy insides are so hollowed, my skin so numb from a nightmarish whirlwind of change and life. with each breath flows new beginnings, but they find themselves just shy of my grasp. when a set of stars finally aligns, one always seems to fall back down to earth. it hurts to see you burning up in this atmosphere. some stars want to shine bright, and some just want to shine at all. i want to be your sunlight, your moonlight, your supernova. i want to be all yours, and i want you to be all mine.because some days aren't sunny2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
resurfaced (sapphire suns)the thing is,resurfaced (sapphire suns)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
if it had been different,
through cigarette-thin lips would've come
my name, wrapped in the scent of amber gin.
on wooden floors we'd be lined in light
again, laying so close. not touching.
if it was a cry for help,
nobody was really listening, were they, not
even your father, and so you left,
left in more ways than one, and i only heard you
when it didn't matter anymore.
the thing is,
you've been gone from my mind and heart
for years now, i've lost count.
days have been more fleeting than my own
inhales, my own exhales, or at least
it would seem.
the thing is, z,
time passes and changes.
my stars were your
morningsI wake up in the morning- it's this usual day, the colors around are blurry and my mind is half asleep, recovering the real things and the things that only appeared in my dreams. Sometimes I mix the two, but only for a second. Sometimes I wish the world was prettier and the trees always absorbed the sunshine at 6 am in the morning before school. I love the smell of the trees after the rain and the soft tiptoes of the children as they sneak up to scare their fellow classmates, half asleep, half awake. I look through the car window and find birds, free and alive, flapping their wings and causing jealousy to build up in other humans who, like memornings1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
yoursi am moreyours10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
than the
disarrangement
of my bones.
i am
flower press
sighs, and
the arch
of my spine,
talentless
pianist fingers
and the
saltwater
on my skin.
i am
the sound
of shifting
sheets and
the laughter
in your throat,
my champagne
kisses and
the press
of your hands.
i am what lies
beyond the hike
of my skirt,
the rise
of my jeans,
the gossamer sheen
of my shirt-
i am
the flesh
that is
yours.
PioneerPioneer1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The power of flight
begins with a child's fantasy,
the world left behind.
clothesI felt the scratching material running over my skin like hot sand in the Sahara. "I'll be back in a couple of hours.", I said stiffly, almost numb.clothes1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Fine.", he replied, his eyes focusing on the door as if there was a Hollywood movie playing on it.
I stepped outside the house, right into a puddle of mud. It was a cold and windy September day, no birds were singing and barely any cars passing by. I would just go to the woods, sit down on a bench, relax, maybe smoke a cigarette or two.
Step by step, my boots got wetter and wetter. So did my jacket. It was one of these old ones, those which they wore in the 80's movies I enjoyed so much. He ha
yellowi remember the yellow walls.yellow1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
an eternity of pain
compacted into a few minutes
of pointed edges and vials of blood.
you wouldn't look me in the eyes;
your little girl
poked and prodded by too many hands,
comforted by too few.
it was for the best,
or so they thought at the time.
but it gave me nothing - only fears
that still won't let me go.
so when you ask
why i don't wear the color yellow
or why i can't look at sharp edges
i will smile and tell you
it was because of a nightmare
(that i wish hadn't been true.)
on puppy lovetelling secrets and white lies in your treehouseon puppy love2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
in the heart of our young summers.
watching sprinklers spin like falling diamonds
the heat of july sun beating down
on our fragile new skin.
feet dangling from swingsets
trying to reach the ground
(but coming nowhere close.)
and you told me to go home
because michael was coming over
and you didn't want him to think
i was your "girlfriend."
i walked home crying
with a barbie in one hand
and no ken in the other.
not much, but somethingi'mnot much, but something2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just a whole bunch of
sporadic fucked up thoughts that
have a
center focus.
a quiet lovethere isn't a word for the undeniable warmth when i see you smile in your sleep. there is no body of text, no written verse to tell you; to show you how truthfully i love you. i cannot sing to you of the nights we will ache to return to in the coming days. all i can do is recount every second until the next one passes.a quiet love10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
restless heartbeats are ticking hands on a clock, weighted by the reality that there are only so many of each left in our days - long do i yearn to find a way to slow each down.
and yet, tonight we'll lay in our beds, sleeping soundly to the silence that holds each quiet moment passed by. there are no words, there is no song
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a real fairytale endingcross my fingersa real fairytale ending2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cross my heart
cross my path
like a black cat
trailing omens and allergens.
displaced and disarmed
what am i left with?
"don't forget to pack your suitcase, dear,
and drop me a line from the rabbit hole."
but chasing white rabbits
and fairytale endings
never got me very far from here.
it has become much too late
and this heart has become much too heavy;
the heel of my glass slipper broke
and it left my foot bleeding.
i'll leave myself a trail to follow back
(more permanent than breadcrumbs)
just to lock myself in this tower
and cut off all my hair.
scorchthe fire licks the wounds you mourn overscorch1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
blistering, scarring,
any hope now is so far past
you dare dream the aching burn will melt away
give life to a new bliss, a new song
palms opening; flower, blooming
the rain is here to stay.
a haiku for twoi have a hard timea haiku for two1 month ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
thinking of
why not to love you.
Orange skinOrange skin6 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Orange skin
My dearest,
Your orange skin makes me warm in December
like the Sea is a blanket to the sand
and the Sun nurtures youth to our land
i'll be Your pocket -
You may keep all Your secrets inside of me
be shy and be not
there's nothing You should be afraid of
while You're here, with me
on this Pale Blue Dot.
In TimeExisting, remaining, inconclusively hereIn Time3 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Having somewhere to begin, not intended to
Finish yet still, nothing more, nothing less, smiling
Only to hurt inside, wanting but cannot seem
To find, forward to go only to look back,
Where does time really go once it has past?
Sta.sh
