11I have placed you, frozen, away;
Where time is of no consequence.
Do you not see the pains I've taken
To remember you as you were?
I've boiled the universe down -
I've torn my hair and mended shrouds.
How long should I scream your name,
Knowing you will not answer?
I've traversed the roughest of seas
And each shore, I have found lacking.
Have you ruined me completely?
Can the calm not suffice?
8It was the middle of summer when I found you. I remember the tall grass coffin and how it didn't seem to suit you at all.83 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I busied myself then, my hands lifting and mending. Those days you spent by my side, I never have forgotten them.
When the sky called you, I didn't protest. Though I knew I would miss you, I knew that my hands could never match the sky.
Three summers saw you return. When you would leave, the summer would leave with you and the cold days were ushered in.
That final winter was bittersweet. Though I knew there would be no summer to come, the coffin of snow really did suit you well.
EscapeI'm trying to escape,Escape10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to get away,
trying to ignore what they do,
forget about what they say.
No move I ever make,
can ever be one right,
every simple thing I say,
always starts a fight.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
the way I'm supposed to be,
the thing is your slowly killing me,
why can't you see?
I'd really like to run away,
where someone would understand,
to someone who could see my pain,
and gently take my hand.
20All the voices; the people,203 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sea, that's what they are.
A vein opening, they seep and slither.
This static cold after the wash of warmth.
Quickly forgotten, days of nothing.
Glass eyes and skin of wax,
sickly sweet the rotted flowers.
Lips sewn shut; no one listened anyway.
16The moon renders a highway163 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the trees paint the spectre,
You sit with a stillness — unnatural;
You listen for the twigs to snap.
My pulse is a bird straining
Against a cage of flesh.
12Accept that words will sometimes fail you123 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because they are too small to hold all that you are.
When they do fail you (and they surely will)
Embrace silence. There is nothing wrong
With hearing that which can not be spoken.
I didn't hear what he replied when she askedLast night, while cultivating a high,I didn't hear what he replied when she asked3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
watching others laugh with their mouths pried
drinking from the first cup I was handed
to avoid conversation,
I saw a man whom I would not dream to love
but drew me tight with an aloof smile; he was
so suddenly there
that I thought I'd imagined his appearance
until someone was on his arm,
asking his name.
Our reflections were side by side
in the mirror on the far wall of the dark bedroom,
surrounded by tea lights and skin flickering
in warm shades of brandy and honey;
I recorded the angle of his jaw,
the shadows that carved his cheekbones,
and the easy way his lips wrapped around words
that were never eloquent
but always the right thing to say.
He was distant
but alluring; he did not draw a crowd with broad gestures
but with a voice like a beacon at sea,
providing direction to drifting sailors who wanted
a story, maybe a moment
in the orange eyes of someone whom they knew
though no one could place a finger on why
SurrealismThree a.m., andSurrealism3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
God is in my bathtub
a freshwater moon
in the mother-of-pearl sky.
FlawedInsecurities.Flawed5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Screaming at me,
clawing at every inch
of my body.
That little voice inside my head
sounding strangely like my own,
tearing me down,
from the inside.
Each hate-filled blow,
hits harder than the last.
Each self-inflicted cut,
hidden in shame,
nonexistent to the piercing eyes of others,
visible only in that lonely mirror reflection.
little dotted lines drawn
over every flawed bit of me.
Not pretty enough,
There is not a perfect inch
within my being.
Why can't I be beautiful?
-she seeks solace-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the crevices of her mind
because it's the only place
where innocence still remains;
and it is the only place
where she can think
without the corruption of the world plaguing her mind.
'Best Friend'You left me here,'Best Friend'9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
alone in the cold.
I can almost see the wind blow.
It brings back memories,
memories of you.
The way you used to smile,
you know, back we were two.
three musketeers minus one, "best friends".
The warth of your hug,
and those silly jokes you told,
while trying to cheer me up, force one smile out of me.
I opened up to you, telling you everything.
& now thinking back I realize...
you told me nothing.
Nothing worth knowing, anyway.
Whatever happened? Did you just get bored?
I'm not always cheery, not always interesting,
but I thought best friends was more than that.
Maybe I was too eager,
eager to believe I finally had someone,
some to call my best friend.
you were the closest to it,
almost the closest I'd ever had.
now you're just every other "friend" in the hallway.
a.m./p.m.i put my handsa.m./p.m.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the stars-
feathery hair, cold
skin and cyanosis fed,
i realize that i am
born in neither winter
or spring, crying about
cherry tree spines and
throwing stones, i
was left for the
it is the dawn of
February, and i am so close to
seventeen that i can
taste it; i am
very nearly choking
the sky beckons me most
at 11:49 pm, because
it's hovering between
tomorrow and yesterday--
that destroys me.
i want to burn it to the
the ashes in like cigarettes on
i am stuck here
in a windowless town with
a thousand memories stuck
between my canines;
into the wind, i
drop words like dead
take me home.
-you sometimes f o r g e t-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
who you really are
beneath the facade
— — because it is too painful
to acknowledge your sins.
Let Me DieLet me dieLet Me Die15 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me die,
It hurts to live,
Let me die,
My soul to give.
I want to die,
Give me rest,
I don't want to try,
Just a bullet in the chest.
Every acrid breath makes sweet death,
Like the gentle touch of a lovers caress.
Let me die,
I beg you please,
Pain and disease
Are only a tease.
Give me a place,
Where I can be free,
Where demons wont chase,
And torture me
.she became a seabed no.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
anchor could grip, with a
habit of turning everything
into a shipwreck
-i. the world would be a better place if-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
no longer existed
there is far too little time
to hold such bitterness in our hearts.
ii. the world would be a better place if
we found homes
in each other
home is where the heart is,
and my heart lies with you.
iii. the world would be a better place if
to believe in ourselves
it’s okay to fall
when you will rise once more.
iv. the world would be a better place if
the scars that adorn our bodies
in our flaws.
v. the world is a better place
because of your kindness
and everything you do.
I am Meant to BeI am meant to be depressed.I am Meant to Be3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because how else would I
Understand sunsets and sinners
Blue moons and cold nights
Beach bonfires and love in your eyes.
Without the thing that
Drives me over the edge,
Rips open my insides
Lays them bare for all to see.
My internal, twisted me.
Because I pine for forget-me-nots
And cry over rose thorns.
Hooked into my skin
Screaming how they love me
And only want to hold me close to them.
My crazed emotion and roller-coaster heart
My sporadic outbursts of stumbled words
And in these I am formed a poet,
Made of what is missing
And never truly there.
So I am always empty,
Hollow, used up.
And in my brokenness I am happiest,
For here, I make my art.
Understand that and you will see me
For the happy shell I am meant to be.
14The waves have pushed you ashore,143 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cloaking you in the foam of the sea.
I wonder how far you must have swam
And did you choose this place to die?
I will sit here with you for awhile;
Neither of us need be alone.
I will lay on this bed of sand
And taste these last salt sprays with you.
I will stay here, wrapped in weeds
Until the sea claims you again.
.in the night.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
time you are
skin and stitches
you up with a
purer love, until
the morning comes,
the sun runs his
teeth through your
seams again, splits
Broken PiecesIn an instantBroken Pieces3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pick up the pieces
Bond them with the glue of mistrust
Re-frame that perfect picture
That you hold so dear
Evening childWe’d sit on porch stepsEvening child3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Insecticide burning our lungs
Awkward and gangly attempting to grow into our limbs
You with freckles dusting your nose and I with a small dot on my cheek
You called it a beauty spot and I said god was too lazy to give me freckles
We were 15 and lust driven amnesiacs
Dissolving our flesh with cheap gin in your tree house
Throwing pebbles at the sky hoping to shatter it
We were an epidemic of the underdog prognosis
Playing encores to an audience of cowards
For some reason we’d always rush across rail way tracks
Metal bars quivering and our broken sneakers stumbling
We were branded in mistakes and embellished in thin silvery scars
Battle scars we’d say laughing because there was nothing else to do
A November Shade of GreyYou've got an Atlantic rainstormA November Shade of Grey3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Churning against the inside of your ribs,
A storm of thought and unvoiced emotion.
It will escape your teeth one day,
Like a sudden hurricane of
Wishes and night terrors.
You are a tornado, encased
In delicate glass;
There is a power you know naught of
Underneath your fingertips.
Thunderheads gather, and lightning
Cracks the blackened sky,
Each time your heart skips a beat.
I pity the fools who cannot see
Pressed against the edges of your
Awaiting the end of another
You are the blizzard
That rattles my window panes.
A sweet temptation lingers
And I must remind myself
That a tempest is almost more lovely
I wonder how much warmer
I would be
Enveloped in snowflakes;
Is it truly calmest
At the eye of the storm?
Clouds of silver and ash
Cast down torrential waters:
Tears for ages gone by,
And those yet to come.
I think them
Too precious to lose-
Each one erodes a
Small piece of me away,
Slipping AwayTime needs to learn to walkSlipping Away2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This