Happily Never AfterIt appears we are nothing more than just mere puppets, childhood playthings to be thrown around and disposed of as you wish.Happily Never After5 years ago in Teen More Like This
I remember when we used to be able to wish upon a shooting star, sit atop the traffic lights and watch the cars pass us by. (Back then we had all the time in the world.) Its crazy how quickly things can change. I turned my head for one second and then you were gone. Poof, right into the thin air. I closed my eyes, rubbed them, shook my head; I did all I could think of in hopes you would magically return. (But you never did, and I fear you never will) I now sit atop those same traffic lights alone and dejected, pathetically continuing to watch the cars pass us, no now just me, by. I believe if I stay there long enough youll come back to me. (I never was one to think realistically) Every now and then someone will honk at me and wave and it will lift my spirits a little, only to have them crash right back down when
sometimes all you really need is for someone toi was loved; it was enough.sometimes all you really need is for someone to2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
TonightTonight.Tonight2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you laid your head against my shoulder
With your hand on my chest
And closed those beautiful blue eyes
Your slender form embraced by my arms
I felt so proud to be able to call you mine.
At rest, and at peace
Like silken thread in the moon's light.
Like pure, soft snow.
The easy rhythm of your breathing.
Like waves lapping gently at the shore.
The beat of your heart.
Close, clear, comforting.
You stir, and nuzzle contentedly into my neck.
I am powerless to do anything but smile.
childhood innocenceyou have a smile that could stop achildhood innocence5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
war and innocent eyes that shine.
you said you wished you were a star,
but im sorry to say that they die too
and you wear your heart on your
sleeve, not understanding that it can
easily be stolen away
but keep sailing your ship and maybe
well finally follow.
if my body could talkit's probably not a good thingif my body could talk2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when what you want to say
to your ex boyfriend
is the same
as what your body
wants to say to you:
i don't know why
i still insist on you
when you want
nothing to do with
you don't care for me
the way you did
i wish everyday
you are ruining me;
i don't know how to
deal with what you're
putting me through;
why can't you love me;
everything you do
and i know it shouldn't
but everything that matters
shouldn't, i guess.
what i think i mean
is i need you
to give me my soul back-
i am killing this flesh
i'm hungry.i imaginei'm hungry.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whispering to me
as we lay
for the fourth hour
of many more to come.
and i smell
and we're masking
the smell of sex
you're my escape routei want to escape with you. i want you to meet me halfwayyou're my escape route4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and run away with me, take the skyline for our lifeline and
see where our racing pulses will lead us. i want to travel to
infinity and beyond, but your heartbeat is across state maps
and in the shadows where i can't reach and when i open my
eyes in the morning i am alone in my bed sheets and gasping
because it hurts and i miss you i miss you i miss you next to me.
i want to crash and collide and drift into you. i want to feel
the ocean entangle us both as we lick salt water off our lips
and press our skin closer together as we watch all the waves
wash away the spaces between us, between our reaching
fingertips, between our mismatching twin sized beds too many
miles apart. but truth be told, we're not there yet and i'm dancing along
the currents alone waiting for the world to rotate and bring us closer.
i catch myself getting mesmerized by this moonlight more than i
ever should but i'd give the world to fold the sky in
presumptionsi know i'm a very common-,presumptions2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i look like i floss my teeth
at least once a week
and have never worn
like i devour books like candy
and never talked during class.
it's funny when people are nothing like how they look.
so let me tell you something,
let me set you straight:
i'd have you believe
i'm not some heavily medicated girl
with snakes up and down her body
in bright red rows, all raw and scabbed and
constant, ceaseless, neverending reminders of fucked-up and failure...
but it never took much for you to talk me into bed.
letting you think i'm some perfect porcelain figurine
without cracks all up my spine is about as ok as forging your mom's signature;
meaning it's alright as long as it's nothing serious.
and maybe that's the problem.
playing hopscotch cross-continent all summer and
making a patchwork quilt out of our travels when the cold sets in
is a pretty serious stab at giving us another go.
i can deal with touch, i just might shudder
when the eastern sun sinksi wonder if you wouldwhen the eastern sun sinks2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
change your mind
find it in your
to feel a little something
if you saw the words
you've pulled from
uncovered by your lips,
i find poems under my hands.
i write strophes and lines
imprinted on your skin
when i move my fingers away.
i have so much to
i could give you so much
but you slink like a
nightcrawler from light
to a comfortable recession,
we will talk again
and no stammered heart
will beat like birds
if our hands touch;
you will realise
that sooner than you have,
you could have
shared your self
with someone else
and been safe-
you would have been
you are indigotoday i wrote a story about us,you are indigo5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i crumpled it up and threw it away.
today i cried three buckets of tears,
one for me and two for you
because i feel you deserve more than i do.
today i didnt see you, but i wanted to.
i used to smile because i thought it made you smile but
shortly after meeting you i found out that
the only reason you ever do
is because you are constantly .
will you ever get tired of living a life of over-doses
and nights you cant remember
faces you cant remember,
hangovers you wish would go away.
one more hit of acid and you're legally insane.
i havent touched you
i mean, really touched you
in so long and
if i could go back in time i would.
now i tell you how you cause thunder and
lightning in my heart but all you do is
smile that drunken smile.
(you're not making this any easier,
but i dont think easy is what you want.)
you remind me of indigo,
the color in the rainbow that everyone overlooks
and i cant keep p
if people didn't filter their emotions and justthrowing yourself onif people didn't filter their emotions and just1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
floors doesn't fix anything,
but it sure seems to.
Depressed? Do not read thisYou sit there smoking cigarette after cigarette. Thoughts running through youre head but they are all obsolete, none of them mean anything more than a flicker in the back of your mind. Youre eyes grow black bags underneath and become bloodshot as you rub them over and over again in some futile attempt to make the aching disappear the pain vanish? Again and again you make yourself believe that this will end, there will be a day that change will come, but in reality nothing will change, because of the simple and undeniable fact that you have about just enough effort and drive left in you to actually open your eyes in the morning, or at night .whenever. You will forever be the same depressed recluse that this horrible world has made you, its the old expression that shit rolls down hill as you know things will not get any better until you feel better about yourself, which is not happening and thats the reason you have lost all hope.Depressed? Do not read this5 years ago in Open More Like This
the end, actuallylassitude buildsthe end, actually1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
nests in my bones
as effective at becoming airborne
as the words "i'm sorry"
they just refused to try
the most prominent thought
circling my head
like the words that could soar
there is a big chance
we will not make it through the night,
that i will never be held
in the cage of your eyes
and trapped by a heart
i must be committing
but i do not know which ones-
there just might be
on the number of tears
you can shed
over one person;
we are not snakes
and cannot remove our skin
so we cry instead
but through the heat
i felt that sadness made
over the phone
i saw no end to us
where there would be
no end to us.
these roads we travelYou could've been the girl who changed me.these roads we travel2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I've fallen down and fallen apart enough times that it gets hard to remember, but sometimes I study my scars in the sunlight and trace the patterns back through time. I spend my mornings living in memories, reliving the places I've scuffed myself, and I've found that romance is better in hindsight. Her kisses are sweeter tinged with nostalgia, and it almost feels like I'm whole again when I'm thinking of the dents she put in my pulse and smoothing out the wrinkles she left in my resolve. For a moment, there's equilibrium, but then the sun is setting and I'm disoriented, dropping fragments of myself between cracks in the sidewalk I'm following down the street and towards an independent sunset. I'm standing on the corner and waiting for the light to turn, and you show up with a wayward smile cradled in your fingers. You press it into my grasp and I'm thinking maybe I've spent too much time looking at my flaws instead of my potential.
You could h
youi learned a lot after i met you.you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the first thing i learned was that
some people just pretend to be okay
but inside theyre breaking.
a lot of things (i mean people, and i mean you)
are not always what they seem to be.
another thing i learned was that
all good things come to an end.
(but maybe in our case, it was for the best.)
theres a fine line between
love and hate.
i could never decide which one
i should have used to describe you.
you once told me
that i looked prettiest when i cried.
(but i think you just liked seeing me hurt.)
sometimes, when its late
and no one else is home
(i dont see whats so pretty about it.)
a lack of language, in coloursyou tell me you miss mea lack of language, in colours2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and that i am more beautiful
than any girl in georgia
or even barcelona.
everything is fitting like magic
between fingers when they
and i swear for the past three nights,
that's all i've dreamt.
give me acrylics
and i still can't make you see
the exact shade of warm
you are to me.
give me the ocean
and there are not enough waves
in its body
to show just the way i feel
when our own vessels move together.
seven months since we last said goodbye,
since we last said hello-
i could fill libraries
to love you.
what i really want to ask
is if you think you can
love me this time.
his caged birds don't singit was like when we were fivehis caged birds don't sing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and unable to drown the fish
in your mothers aquarium.
we later realized that we could drown them.
we could do so by taking them out of water
and we did.
it was like when we were ten
and i would find you in the backyard
of your moss-covered house,
sitting on a lawn chair with bare feet
and rolled up jeans.
you would sit there all day,
filling plain paper with pictures and words
that no one would ever understand.
it was like when we were fifteen
and you would spend your time standing
as close to the cliff as you could without falling
but i think you were secretly hoping
that someday youd slip.
it was like today
when you were finally the first to look away.
what do you want most? you once asked.
back then i wanted a lot of things.
i wanted to believe that sex was only science,
like you did.
i wanted to live in a world where nameless,
faceless people could pretend
they were something more than no
dear charlie,dear charlie,dear charlie,3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i know you'll never get this letter because you never gave me your name or a return address even though i think i know who you are, because it doesn't matter. i'm not going to write a series of letters or need you as a diary. i'm just going to leave this letter on a school bench and hope maybe you find it sometime.
i don't know how to participate or so many of the things you talk about. i'm older and i know but i don't know. somehow i don't know. i don't think anyone really gets older. i think we just move away and change over and over and sometimes that's like going back in time.
i don't know where this letter is going.
i just know about the times you felt infinite and then you were in the hospital and your getting high and kissing and touching. i know everything about you and all you know about me is that i'm the type of girl who doesn't sleep with someone even though i could have. even though he was flirting and i was drunk. the guidance counsellor calls me strong. one