PikeHey, you. Would you throw me a line?Pike4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've been growing old down in this swimming hole ever since I saw my first tadpole. I keep getting fatter and what matters begins to change. I think I want to fully see those funny fractions that gleam in tiny ripples glimpsed while I wait under one dark rock first, then another. I know all the moss under these rocks and the toss of skipped pebbles. I know the sight of something to eat as a treat, but now I'm beat. I'd rather be someone else's feast.
Anybody up there? Throw me a line, would you?
A line I'll take by the hook without even much of a sinker. Just let me have one look. I hear your word-distortions laughed above me, about the oldest one never caught right here. I know you mean me. If you'd only throw the line now, it'll save me from so many years spent entirely wet. If you could, would you please give me time in full light for even a scant moment of a new life not met yet?
excuses for why I'm shakingwe live in a world of apologies.excuses for why I'm shaking1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I made a mistake a year back,
choosing my addiction to oxygen
over less demanding things.
I’m sick of trembling for problems
that aren’t mine and I’m sick of trying
to romanticize black holes and
the indiscriminate nature of lithium and
I’m sick of waking up every morning
feeling sick. and truly, I’m sorry
but I’m not ready to accept my role
in the making of myself. I’m not ready
to lament for those with a smaller
pain tolerance, and for my dislike
of anything that requires commitment.
I’m sorry I miss you and I’m sorry
I won’t admit that out loud.
how scary is it to be something
so unalterably heavy, to be diagnosed
as your own worst enemy, but god,
you’re so fucking beautiful,
and not in the stereotypical boy
meets girl meets fairytale way, but
the kind that makes my heart
bleed a million miles quicker.
I just wanted to cry on all
your scars and wash them clean.
when things are bad for
A 'Fare Thee Well' and other ThanksgivingsAs many of our long standing members already know, one of the brightest spots of tWR, and longtime admin, Solarune after years of dedication has moved on to pursue her dreams of eating a whole pancake, taming the planet Mercury, growing gills... I actually have no idea what she does in her spare time when she isn't making everyone around her have better lives. Actually, I think that's what she does all the time...A 'Fare Thee Well' and other Thanksgivings1 year ago in Personal More Like This
Regardless, we here whose lives she touched (no, not in that way, The Internet) felt the need to express our gratitude for the distinct pleasure of having her in our lives through the only way we knew how.
80's Training Montage.
That actually didn't work out, though, because I fainted on my run up the stairs. And then Russia won. So we did the next best thing!
All the admins here at tWR who worked with Sol collaborated on a poem - since I guess the written word is something that we all appreciate here, who knew - in order to give our most heartfelt of thanks and