Why I DiedCan I tell you how I died?Why I Died2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why it rhymes with suicide.
Not because, I fell ill.
Not because, I swallowed pills.
Soon you'll see why I lie still.
Not because, I have drowned.
Not because of, Russian Roulette's
Deaf words of mine,
preach no sound.
Not because, the fault of life
Not because, the sharpened knife.
Real reason, why, tears went dry.
Not because, I jumped to fall.
Not because, this body I mauled.
The more I remember,
the harder too recall.
The true answer is i'm,
But to me,
the meaning of suicide:
To Pee, or not to Pee?To pee, or not to pee: That is the question:To Pee, or not to Pee?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wether tis better for the wise to wait
and pee inside a toilet,
or to take immediate action against the urinal urge
by the dropping of trow to end it. To pee, to leak,
to piss...and by a piss to say we end
the pelvic aching flesh is heir to.
Tis a relief often to be wished. To pee, to wizz,
to hold no more. But in that sweet release
who knows what peeps may show?
When we stand pissing in the field what eyes might spy.
Ay, there's the rub that makes conflict of such simple a problem...
I'll be okay.No, I'm fine.I'll be okay.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
See? I'm okay,
I've got a smile on my face.
Even if times are rough, I'll pull through
just like I always do.
Stop looking at me, I won't look at you after all.
Because I know, if I do will fall
into your compassion
and I'll scream, shout and
let it out my darkest fears, my deepest regrets and deep seated worry.
Big girls don't cry, that's what they always say.
So why is it that I just want to sob the day away?
I know I'm being selfish,
I know you don't want to see this,
and that I'll cause you trouble.
So that's why I smile and grin,
pinch my pain away
and gulp down the tears.
Being a good liar,
might not always be good.
How Tender:How Tender:How Tender:2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Finger tips dance
Oh so gently
And lust’s actions
A lover’s plea of words:
The sweet nothings you
Whisper into my
Love lost soul.
Are you really there?
By my side
On my ear?
Is that you
Who just whispered
That one lovely sentence
“I love you?”
I Was Once Told My Heart BeatsI was once told my heart beatsI Was Once Told My Heart Beats2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But how can I be sure
When my soul feels so empty
No sound so pure
As the reverberation of life
Beating in my core
So should i believe them
I'm sure they've lied before,
They said you only die once
But I first died when I was four
When daddy snuck into my room
And treated me like a whore,
And they said crying helps
That it sets the pain free
And though i cried every night
The tears never helped me,
They even said wounds heal with age
And though I got older,
Every single day
My wounds only grew deeper,
But I still continued to believe them
Even as they lied to me again
Telling me I'd find someone
Who'd save me from my pain
Someone who'd love me
For who I am
Not what I am
And past what's happened to me
Though I've searched and hoped
Believing what I was told
I was never enough for anyone
And my heart grew cold.
I was once even told
My heart beats
But that seems too lovely to believe.
August Lover,I want to wrap myself in your air,August Lover,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hold your secrets between my
ribcage-embrace & just
InvincibleThe courageous gal had a fluttering heartInvincible2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Locked up in her rather crackling ribs; a cage nonetheless
It was more like flapping wings than steady beats
It was more like birdsong than dull drumming
She was free
Her dark hair swept the sky in a tangled mess
And her thin chafed wrists were painful but
She had the world to herself
She was free
She was free and nobody can deny her freedom
She was the wind, she was the birds, she was all what is free
And she would shout to the whole world around her that
She was free
Until her heart flutters out nothing would stop her
OrigamiRemember when we were as strong as we could ever be?Origami2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We used to run on the concrete grounds, in the mud, in the rain,
In the dark.
I was as young as spring's first bud and you
As the blossoming daisy that has never seen a blizzard.
We were like origami flowers -
So beautiful and so fragile.
But my origami stayed longer than yours
I kept mine in a velvet box beneath my pillows
You dangled yours from the clouds in the wind, in rain,
In the sun.
And so, it just happened that our paper folds
Were as far apart as the sky is from earth.
Away from NeverNeverLandMoney is dirty. Leaves invisible yuck on a person; stains fingers, smears over skin and catches under nails. Festers. And then hands turn into pincers to take and eyes small greedy and black. Skin hardens to bounce back ugly words and back curves under weight of things. Lobsters, fat and red.Away from NeverNeverLand3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Marriage is scrubbed. Clean and pretend. Perfect white dresses and kisses put and planted. Brides march and grooms promise so hard. Military of gowns with bow tie generals. An army of high heels and flowers landed in laps. Marriage spreads. Infects. Zombiefying disease. Shuffle, I do, brains.
Driving is fickle. Slide into each other, through each other. Blood and bits go with them. People cry over tombs and insurance papers. Or nothing. Home again, uneventful day. Locked behind wheel, over tarmac, lights suspended like vultures above. Danger, danger. Promise of convenience. Thrill. Like riding a shark.
Work is uniformed. Slotted, easy, organized files. Tags meaning le
Legal Sex Worker is Happy."Too damaged to understand," says society.Legal Sex Worker is Happy.3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
For HimFor Him2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Brilliancy within the dark,
Your eyes pierced
Right through my heart.
All those love songs, poems
Put your beauty to shame.
From your toes
To those luscious lips
Up to your eyes.
Your lament, the sweet song of
Melancholy puppy dog eyes.
Your flawless face, a perfect pallet.
The sweet tone you sing when you speak.
My heart shatters as the butterflies
Try to escape.
I can't begin to describe
How much you make me love you
When I hear that precious laugh.
You are desire and love.
Beauty and brilliance
All wrapped up into one,
Very attractive man.
My passion for the antagonistIt's an eerie feeling lost out on a ledge when everything begins to crumble away.My passion for the antagonist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A gentle breeze sets in motion an honest need to let go of my sad little balloon.
Most of the time I figure I could hold onto it a little longer if it means I
can still have you.
Let's pretend leaving it all behind isn't easier said than done.
One day I don't see myself coming back from this tricky little place in my head.
Sometimes my passion for the antagonist twists my stomach with every thought of you,
Thinking this time will be a slippery slope if I let you circle the drain with
all the regret that brings me here again.
THORS-dayThor: Hey Loki! Guess what day it is? Guess what day it is?THORS-day1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Loki: ...Oh no.
Thor: Go on guess!
Loki: It's Thursday.
WakefulI remain awake with dreams on my mindWakeful2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and stories that wait to be knit into books.
To never find comfort until my pillows are
stuffed with thoughts instead of feathers
To never let go until I made sure that
the moon smiled back at me
Until the trees, the grass, and every night creature
has whispered good night...
And yet I'm still as wakeful as an owl
afraid that sleep would somehow
grab my neck and drag me to my grave.
Stitched LipsHer lips, soft like old paperStitched Lips3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tastes of stardust and ink.
I'd kiss her a thousand times over,
just to savour the poetry resting
on her wasp tongue
but, I'm kissing ghosts
with empty eyes, void, naked,
and vulnerable like sleeping
gargoyles in the mid-day sun.
[ I'll love her quietly, close-mouthed
in the arms of stone angels. ]
StoriesSomewhere between your dusty pagesStories2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lost myself for what seemed like ages
Somewhere between those little black words
I found myself another world
And along the lines you've given me
I finally set myself free
I'm not me anymore
I'm a Hobbit, a fairy. I'm Superman, I'm Thor
I'm a dwarf, I'm an elf, and I'm even a mermaid
I'm a tin man, a dragon. I'm Rapunzel with a braid
I'm what you think I am and all that you never will
I'm an ocean, I'm a desert. I'm a mountain and a hill
I'm the hero that will save you, or the villain that won't
I'm everything you want to happen or something that you don't
And when I shut your leather binds
I'll hide you where nobody finds
And dream about you in my sleep
I'll count your pages instead of sheep
And when I wake up I will write
All the memories in your light
A poem that will set you free
A secret just for you and me
Van GoghSlip intoVan Gogh2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the first vestige of
blush of a summer's
day already aglow
glistens, an aureole
of molten gold
as sunflowers puddle
at your feet.
I stopped to day dream and 20 years passed me byI waited all afternoon for you.I stopped to day dream and 20 years passed me by3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
And I'm sure you that you forgot.
I was going to ask you to try harder this time,
but that day I walked home alone.
Something in a breeze caught my eye.
A scrap of paper of danced lazily around in the air,
And I wanted to catch it as it fell to the ground.
I even imagined it was a note from you to say you missed your son,
So I closed my eyes,
stopped to day dream,
and 20 years passed me by.
TwoI watch as her diamond fingers play a soft melody, a perfect song with so many missing notes. She was a hopeful, like me. But I was a stranger as well. She played and I wrote. I waited for my words to be spoken and she, her lullabies to be hummed.Two2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yet sitting in the whimsical summer air of another world, I watch as my own letters turn to ink powder, as the wind blows them away to another hopeful’s ears. And I watch as her melodies tumble down the Roman theater, step by step, crashing into millions of different pitches. I would scream if I had the voice to. Instead, I erase the words until my papers are full of holes, and she – she listens to my angry pens and looks up to the sky.
That’s why I’m a stranger. I never talk. I just write and she sings and somehow, we fit in – her being the lovable one, and I, her silent sidekick. The kid who will always be queer.
Her diamond fingers tap the keys softly, and my callused ones scratch the papers. We both smile, as
Dear friend,You have to understand, dearDear friend,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The reason to why I run.
I run away from reality
From the lungs that cannot
Take anymore smoke
From the heart that threatens to
I run away because
I'm a coward
Because I'm afraid of life
Afraid to care or love.
I'm afraid that every time
I'm glad it blows up in my face
And that every time I smile
I shed a million more tears.
That's why I run, dear
You have to understand.
I was destined to be a fighter but
I don't want to fight anymore.
I was destined to be a warrior
But how am I supposed to win when
The war I fight is against life itself?
I know that I always blow everything up but-
I keep stepping on mines, dear...
...I keep stepping on mines...
two-fifty an hour.let me save you the trouble:two-fifty an hour.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because what i'm trying to say is
i'm not a good person.
i don’t tell valerie about how i planned to rekindle
my friendship with charlie’s best friend last year
just so i could get to him and hurt him.
(i don’t tell her how, in the end, i ended up liking
his friend instead, and charlie dated another
fifteen year old
because shit happens and what was i doing,
expecting things to go my way?)
there are certain things she doesn’t need to know,
certain things i can’t say because
putting it into words what it was like waking up,
that sort of shame that came with it –
it was like – it was like looking into a window
and swearing there’s a monster behind it
before, slowly, i realized
it was a mirror.
what therapy promises me: love yourself, forgive but
never forget, tell us your past
then let it go.
what i learn in therapy: nobody has all the answers.
we certainly don’t.
You stole my heart...It's been ages since then,You stole my heart...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but it still beats--
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I've spent light-years
holding you in these
aging arms of mine,
like the 6 trillion
miles you must be
away from me right now.
I'm cold and rusting and
lonely without your
and those sneaky smiles
reserved only for me.
Three days and the world has gone