32you were gone before it even sank in that you were really there.
habit is the worst thing, cause it made me so blind to the fact that you could
just as easily be snatched away from me.
i should have hugged you at least four more times
i've spent the better half of a year being your definition of evil and insane
at the same time. i've known better than everything i've done, but done it
anyway. god knows i've repeated the same tedious/dangerous/stupid
actions over and over wanting/expecting different results.
you wouldn't be proud of me for anything anymore.
but i'm still mad at you, i'm sure of it. if you waded through the
rising tides, or peeled away my blue like old house paint, you'd find something
that screams how you broke everything inside me. and how you were one single event
that taught me that just cause something ends, that doesn't mean its over.
and that i will waste every single change given to me.
the only thing you ever told me that i listened to, was to rest occasionally.
unlovenot all self harm comesunlove3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the obvious form of lines up arms or down thighs
of throwing up insides and self worth
into toilet bowls with the sounds
that make you wonder how you're not dead.
she picked at her lips constantly
cracking and splitting
peeling and bleeding
more than expected
and it bled
more than ever anticipated
even after she's been doing it all day
she drank her tea that was still steaming
still made her hands flinch from the
far too hot porceline
but she parted lips
and felt it force it way down
burning and splitting
her lips and throat
like molten in her
ash filled stomach
pulling on skin
making underneath it
her blood like water colour
exploding and spreading
and mixing over
thighs and stomachs
no-one thinks to notice
001 i am a whirlwind of0012 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an aching heart
a regret that could
pressure.she was cracked in places only she could feel, and where the blood could only be tasted, and not seen.pressure.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her lips, fingertips and inside her chest. she learned that there are certain body parts prone to being cut or bruised, and her white laced knees could attest to that. but there comes a time when cutting your leg on the coffee table or pinching your stomach with your belt buckle, isn't an accident anymore. its something more, and you know it is. but you can go so long without ever admitting it to yourself, and even longer for anyone else.
calamity.the poor boy got a lecture from deaths secretarycalamity.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"deaths busy enough as it is without walk ins"
"but it was urgent," he stutters.
"it couldn't wait, it was now or never"
he was simply told
"take a number, and wait over there with the rest
who 'couldn't wait' "
003its easier to say0032 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"i'm fine, just tired"
than explain the water rising
when really they just asked out of politeness
and don't -actually- care.
.i avoid the eyes of people when i'm nervous.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stare at spaces in between their eyelids
and let the conversation fade
i don't know where to let my eyes rest
when you appear
in my head
around my bones
there's nowhere to look
except through you
apparitionits the things that aren't really there that stick in your throat the most.apparition3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
he had a knack for leaving me for periods at a time, usually in the middle
of the night around when morning wasn't to be seen for miles. i'd wake
up with the bed empty and my voice gone and people asking me things
like, "how long were you together?" as if they hadn't ever known he was
there with me that whole time.
his name was taboo for years. i never even had the courage to manage
the first consonant of him until three years ago; it was slippery as it fell
out of my mouth, almost tugging the whole thing with it. i'd cut it short
just after the "w" and left those who were listening in confusion.
"what did you say there?"
i was never one to talk of things that i wasn't sure
existed, like god or heaven or him.all of his things were gone the
morning after he would leave, the house and myself gutted of his
existence. who was i to say that he was really there at one point?
"oh, just a stutter," i'd tell
shallow breath, aching bones.this feeling is too big for me.shallow breath, aching bones.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
too giant for my small frame to contain
and its spreading and spilling out and
over my insides and leaving me waking
up with bruises from dreams so real
this feeling is too much for me.
i can't carry it all, it leave part of it
dragging alongthe ground behind
me and i tend to forget its there
and i trip over it and fall to ground.
i decided to collect bruises
but i dont have to look to far
they tend to seek me out
and scatter themselves across my skin.
stuck to the back of my throat.yesterday i saw you in cracks of my staircasestuck to the back of my throat.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and inbetween the pages of my class novel.
you look like hell, and i thought the
darkened circles under your eyes
resembled the colour i think my
love for you would probably be.
its saddening that the thick oxygenated
purple and red mix is kind of like
what i saw once one one
of those anti smoking commercials
spilling forth from a dissected lung.
thats what you are.
you're my personal cancer.
don't go if you've got more to sayand last night i saw you, the real youdon't go if you've got more to say2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the you that i had buried under layers and layers of
blues and greens
from trying to find something
that was almost you
but not quite.
and i didn't cry
i didn't shatter into a million stupid pieces
like you were a car with high beams
and i was a scared little deer.
cause i hadn't seen past this you i made up
for so fucking long.
but i remembered
that you didn't catch my attention at first.
but when you did.
i couldn't look away.
and i wish i had have stayed
with my eyes closed.
cause i was so proud of myself
for tearing my heart
away from you
and out of underneath your skin
or between your fingers
voicelessi.voiceless3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I lost my voice one day. I woke up to a hollow echo in the base my throat and knew I’d lost something special before I’d ever had a chance to say anything worthwhile. I checked under the bed and tried the lost and found, but couldn’t even ask if anyone had heard it lately.
I found my voice one day. I took long walks with silent friends, made travel plans and came home tired but fulfilled. I pulled a pen from the junk drawer, or sat down at a keyboard, or bought a journal on a whim and found it curled up around my fingers, sleeping, rusty, but alive.
waste.distance is the worst thing everwaste.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i think
'if these people were closer, everything would
just be so much better'
but then i stop
and remember all the people in my town
who i barely see
and the thought
to the same place
he's my bottom
my rock bottom
human hibernation.i wish i could say it rained the day we gave you back to the earth, that even the heavens were crying for you. it didn't though. it was 28 degrees and our black coats of grief were heavy in so many ways. it felt unfair, and i wasn't ready to let you go just yet, if i could have put myself in the wretched box i would have in a heartbeat. the cliches were in full force that day, and i didn't care for a minute. all i knew is the earth, or god, or whoever took you from me better be grateful to have you back.human hibernation.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there was something in my stomach that day, a knot, a twist, something that felt wrong and out of place from the second i opened my eyes that morning. my boots were heavier than usual, and i just couldn't shake this shadow that seemed to be following me. my mind sorted through the usual excuses; is the oven off? did i lock the cat in accidentally? oh shit, the garbage that must be it.
i wish now it was just the cat inside the house, the worst thing i would have had to deal with then wa
tired.it never left her, not completely. there was a crumbling over the edges of her veins, that would cave in a little more when the memories were too rough with her fragile insides. the day she almost completely collapsed was a wednesday, with rain washing the streets so they shined like diamonds, or oil she wasn't sure. the train was late, she was soaked to the bone, possibly deeper. never ever as deep as he reached her. when it finally turned up, it rattled and roared into station with a force that shook some thoughts out of the back of her mind, and he thought about falling in front of it. it stopped before she could, but then a man walked in front of her with the same cheekbones and the same lifeless hair and she was shaken silently to the core and stood there motionless for what felt like forever.tired.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she almost heard him spit something meaningless but venomous at her, tearing through her like bullet holes.
she almost didn't feel it.
she was almost used to it.
4:51i. the exact same distance4:512 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that makes this all so
is the same that's
ii. you fled.
i think the oceans salt
emphasized the stink
of utter failure
if it was the strong
from a thousand miles across
imagine how it is
living with it constantly.
iii. bad things come in threes.
this is ringing in my head and my ears
it will hit me and i know it will
knock me down.
iv. i'm done getting up.
039i will write about you until i run out of0392 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
words in my blood
or breath in my lungs.
whichever comes first.
awake from my dream state.it was a leap of faithawake from my dream state.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i wish someone had pushed me
so i had someone to blame
white noise.sometimes i turn off the greasy yellow lights and run the water lava hot.white noise.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the quiet porcelain is an untouched coffin
familiar as the look in your eyes.
i can hear my heart beat in my ears
and i stare at the ceiling until it darkens and blurs at the edges.
my body is heavy as lead
i cannot remember the weight of movement.
sometimes the closest i can get is the suicide between each breath
and the apology unspoken on the inhale.
my skin is a ladder i keep climbing,
i can see through the rungs to the fat cells that weigh down my bones.
my hand becomes his when it creeps uninvited over the landscape of my body
and across the staircase of my ribs.
i can't erase the feeling of his body pressed like a book
over my flower.
my head is white noise that bleeds red,
but i'm tired of all the blood.
tired of all the memories like channels
i keep flicking past.
sometimes i wonder if i cut enough slack in my skin,
i don't understand, but i don't need to.I feel like i don't give you the things that matteri don't understand, but i don't need to.3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
i've always prided myself on my ability to conjure stories and
words and at the drop of a hat, and i've spun countless tales
about things that are out of my control and aches and ghosts
and that time we weren't us.
when it comes to you there's never enough.
never enough of anything; words, time or love.
because nothing is enough to sum this all up, and i feel that
this is the best feeling ever and it would lose something
if i could wrap it up in a sentence or a novel
and do it justice
thats what makes this so special
cause i used to think i understood myself
and that i knew i was all over the place and constantly running
to things i wasn't even sure existed.
but you slow me down to a pace where i can see the outlines
of trees and i can breathe again. i keep reaching to grab your
arms or hands or waist to make sure you're still there
cause i'm terrified you'll disappear.
but you're not.
and i'm not.
you should know that i'm not comfort
039i spent 3.50 on this coffee from some hole in the wall and its not really doing anything to ease me or wake me up from this shaken state i'm stuck in, but its helping my hands keep still or away from trouble.0392 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
you're avoiding. talk.
the barrister put two sugars instead of one, its too sweet, but i'll drink it anyway. look. i haven't gotten anything spilled on me yet.
god dammit, just stop it. you need to tell me what the fuck happened last night. there was blood on your shoes and you jumped out of your skin when i touch you even the smallest amount. where did you go?
just. out. with. some friends.
you are so full of shit you know that. your right fingers tapping. that's your tell.
well done. i'm still not telling you, cause its not your business.