You didn't dare.She smiled,You didn't dare.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
but it was fake.
but she's about to break.
She reached out,
but no one came,
tried to fake it,
but the pain stayed the same.
This girl, she called to you,
but you didn't care.
Something told you to help,
but you didn't dare.
What would the others say?
The ones who called her a freak.
They may taunt or shun you,
so you choose not to speak.
Then she decides to leave.
Because no one wants her here.
You'll never see her cry.
She'll never shed another tear.
The BarricadeThe spine is a jealous loverThe Barricade1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that clutches its spindly arms
around the lungs
in a fierce cage of bone
to protect the tenderness
where it can’t be seen
It embraces our organs
with a possessiveness
of the heart
but even this shadowfriend
looking out for us
cannot fully barricade
With the husk
of aorta and vein
there is a knot
that can be undone
with the grazing of a smile.
Even the spine
will bend under the weight
the letter that never arrivedas if grief had never hollowed out my heart,the letter that never arrived2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
caverns echoing with the memory of a laugh,
as if despair had never stolen my voice
until love whispered in my ear
and I knew what mattered,
of knowing: there are things
you will decide to protect yourself from,
you must never relive,
and some you must live
and live again,
no matter the cost
Sixty-one SecondsIt took him sixty-one seconds to die. I counted.Sixty-one Seconds2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The beach was only a walk away from there, and the sun was beating down on our heads and our hats. We hid under the trees and laughed. We were in love, if that's what love meant. We hugged each other, as we walked down the burning pavement in loud flip-flops and ripped shorts.
We were so close. I didn't know that that would be the last time I'd ever see him alive.
I was nervous when I told him, that if we were really in love, we would be together forever. He giggled softly, and told me forever was a long time. I knew that of course. It was too good to be true, I thought. He told me not to think about forever, and we sat on the park bench, overlooking the beach. I leaned my head on his shoulder and I felt his smile light up above me, and I smiled too and closed my eyes. Everything was perfect, that moment there, it felt like forever, a good kind of forever.
We didn't notice the shouting. We were too in love.
Love can do that. Love is blin
like your cigarette smoke * * . i. * . amlike your cigarette smoke2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Something Borrowedgirls in white dressesSomething Borrowed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't always want weddings.
the priests would speak of leaps of faith
and my hands would clasp the wood in horror,
knuckles bleached like bone- and i found
something old: the knot tied in my throat.
my vocal cords did not let empty words escape.
and there was something blue: the heart
that hesitated. how can a seedling prophesy
its harvest? how can a caterpillar promise
the power of its wings?
so let others gather flowers.
we will skip the mass
but not the bed: and through
this something borrowed,
earn a little time-
and a place to rest our heads.
LithiumA single trickling rain dropLithium4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
nineariel stole your breath more than i ever did -nine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when my heart was thudding between your lungs,
because that was the only safe place, or so i was told
i can't remember when my heart caught the fever
for you had guarded it with your own ribcage for so long
my memories melded between your synapses and
we became one
Ripped ApartRipped Apart3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I watch in silence as he rips her apart..limb by limb. The sound of crunching and blood splattering was almost too much to bare.
You're next. I hear the voice inside my head scream.
"Please! Please don't subject me to such arbitral wickedness! I beg of you, I'll do anything you wish." I cried. The creature dropped the carcass and turned to me. Her body was so twisted and disfigured, I couldn't bare to look again.
It's your turn now! You didn't help her.. the reek of betrayal was strong in the air, almost too thick to breathe in.
"Do what you wish to me.. It doesn't matter anymore." I fell to my knees crying. It came closer, smelling the fear that covered me. I knew it was over, yet something inside me screamed to keep fighting. While it slowly tore at my skin I tried to distance myself, thinking of the old days when I was safe and warm in my bed. Nothing could ever harm me..the monsters were never real and I..was happy. A tear fell upon the floor, mixing wit
Six years ago.I wasn't ready for you. I was readySix years ago.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for a brawl. I was ready to trade in the hand
I'd been dealt for new cards, all of them
the queen of hearts. I was ready
to fight my mother for the next four years,
to blow so many holes in our relationship that we're
still half-sunk & bailing water out of a boat
we don't recognise anymore.
I was ready for a drink. I was ready
to hit rock bottom & start digging, to put out
my own fire with dirt and a shovel. I was ready
to be the kind of shitty girlfriend that leaves
you hanging on the other end of the line
while I chain smoke cigarettes
in the rain,
to spend six years and counting
waiting for another man to hit me,
to stay up late every night deciding
whether to walk away this time
or close my eyes and take it.
I was a rabid dog in too-small skin, itching
to break everything around me
until I felt whole again.
I wasn't ready to be happy.
I was on hands and skinned knees crawling
towards the day that I would.
Geiger's CourierAs I walked, the blue of the desert sky began to fade. I pulled my hood over my head, even though my machine body needed neither protection from the sun nor shelter from the wind. Simply put, I didn't like the feeling of the unending void above me, looming, watching, infinite. I knew I shouldn't have such feelings, so I ignored the rationale and allowed my hands to move as they pleased.Geiger's Courier2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I adjusted the leather strap. The sky was pale. Gray. Stars blinking into view, I refused to meet their eternal gaze. As I walked I was dying. As I walked, I was not yet born.
But as I laid my feet in a careful pattern, one in front of the other, I didn't notice. Day, night, it didn't matter, for I'd been given the unenviable position in life of a courier, and I neither knew nor cared for anything else.
Not yet, at any rate.
My body was a vessel for my vague sense of self, for I was water gathered between shaking palms, a cup half-filled, a fleet lif
Three in the Morning Like a panther, I slink my two-hundred fifty pounds of taut, well-toned cellulose along the dark hallway. Even the slightest noise may rouse suspicion and lead to my untimely demise. My wife is, after all, a light sleeper. She was expecting me home from the bar hours ago, but I couldn't call her and tell her I'd be late; I left my cell phone at home. Of course, John's phone was dead, and the last time I saw a pay phone it was on display at a New York art museum. So all that's left for me is to spend 15 minutes creeping past dusty memories hanging on the wall towards my goal: the door.Three in the Morning2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
BONG. BONG. BONG.
I nearly jump out of my skin as the tell-tale grandfather clock on the other end of the hallway lets the world know just how late I am getting home. A brief pause at the door gives me time to take a deep, silent breath and calm my nerves before turning the handle. I have to be patient, to take my time, perhaps even hours. A gentle push, hardly more than a n
SynestheticSometimes I taste test names;Synesthetic1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Anita – sharp citrus
for the ann-i,
a tortilla for the taa.
Brad – I like
its weight; a slab
of marbled chocolate
melted on my tongue
before the last letter.
Charlotte – something
savory, but sweet; pork
marinated in honey
on sweet rolls.
Doug – vanilla
a dusting of graham
an Oreo with no filling.
Elena – spice
and heat radiate –
eh-layne-ahh – a corona
the second e.
Fletcher – it’s syllables
mesh like mashed
potatoes, lumpy yet
Gladys – dried
lemons and stale
Spree candies, rattling
inside and empty pitcher.
Hawthorne – brackish,
the leftover remains
of a magnificent feast,
the apple still stuck
in the boar’s mouth.
Imogen – lean
and stringy. Green
beans and chicken
broth at a small,
Jules – red velvet
and hot peppers, a week
old cake with hard
lost memories between the sofa cushionsi found the lost boys under the sink again,lost memories between the sofa cushions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
their eyes boring as dark as a stygian night.
black ink tallies were scrawled on their arms --
an imaginary clock ticking life away in place
of the years they weren’t growing.
they reach their hands out to me,
beckoning, whispering the mantra
“be our mother again, again, again...”
but it was your words that echoed in my mind:
even pixie dust isn’t strong enough
to help me fly anymore.
Whisper softly to me loveWhisper softly to me love,Whisper softly to me love2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Keep secrets on my tongue.
Do not worry on journey’s end,
Your path has just begun.
This trial of life is hard love,
A rocky road that we are on.
Be it fast or be it slow,
It will one day be gone.
So tarry not in sadness love,
Its weight will crush you down.
Its burdens hide the hope of life,
Of being here with everyone.
For life is lived but once love,
That is what they say.
So take my hand and hold on tight.
I’ll stay with you on the way.
The Return of HollyLeaf 4The Return of HollyLeaf 44 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The sun started to set as HollyLeaf neared ThunderClan's camp. She knew the evening partrol would be back and that most cats would be out sharing tounges so she would have the most dramatic eterance back to the clan. As the black she-cat neared ThunderClan's camp she heard the bussle of clan life. Suddenly she was scared to enter, what would her brothers think and would she be able to cope around this many cats after so long? HollyLeaf shook her head and made her way along the path that lead to her old home. She paused before she pushed her way through the gorse tunnel. For a few moments time stopped and her sight zoned in on her ginger brother LionBlaze. He was with CinderHeart! HollyLeaf's best friend for StarClan's sake! and they were all over eachouther! HollyLeaf growled and flicked her tail. Time re-started it's self and cats suddenly realised there was a cat that wasn't meant to be there standing in camp. It all happened so quickly, the queens, kits and elders hid in the nursery
His Better HalfBride/GroomHis Better Half2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
first love.first love,first love.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you did not waltz into my existence with shoes fit for dancing
& intentions of conquering unknown (depths of) melodies of lucid heartbreak,
like you did with the others.
instead, you were found nestled in the sheets of another,
proclaiming love to a lover whom you tried too hard to love
i thought i found you in the upward curl of his smile
discovered you in the dark depths of your doe-eyed innocence,
denying that you were sleeping with the enemy in your bed,
whilst realising that running was not an option
when you knew what you were trying to run from.
i saw you trade thoughts for alcohol,
pens for cigarettes,
& paper for ashes,
turning the words that ran rapidly through your bloodstream into intoxicated vomit,
purging your body in an effort to cease housing all the insecurities that creep up on you,
leaving you trembling
under the weight of failure.
i saw you grow weary of circling thoughts 'til infinity,
Death Whispered A LullabyWhat's more to say about the sky that hasn't already been said a million-times over? It was a pleasant aquamarine blue, with a light accenting of clouds, spread out nice and evenly across the sky. The career master sergeant had been decked out flat on the dirty road, amongst a thick layer of rubble and brick, near the front of a large plaza structure. He had been stitched left to right, across the stomach, by an hidden medium machine-gun position.Death Whispered A Lullaby3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was so quiet that the ringing in his ears could just barely penetrate, but none of the sounds from the outside made it to his head. He didn't hear the gunfire or explosions. They weren't important to him anymore. He didn't hear another of his fellow soldiers' as he fired a rocket into the nest of enemy aggressors that had cut him down; the building's lobby exploded and collapsed in on itself from across the street. He heard nothing of it.
All the man heard and saw was a story being told by a tall, hooded figure with a scythe. It was his to
Poem: It's TrueIt's true; it's all truePoem: It's True3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A single mistake can
Make everything go away
A single word can
Lose you the one, the
One that makes you feel like you've
Never felt before, and want to feel again.
Everything is gone now; I am alone.
.quietly, i was kissed.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a house of
they burned out;
i began to fall in love
with all the
wax stuck to my
Fear of the planetHe lives behind drawn curtains, losing his mind between a locked doorFear of the planet1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and barred windows, he hasn’t seen the sun in years, hoping – wishing –
praying that the world has somehow stopped spinning in circles,
that the nuclear warheads he is sure are screaming beneath the floor boards
have rotted away, that they aren’t going to de-de-detonate
and he bites his nails down to red stubs, hoping – wishing-
praying that he won’t scratch off his skin convinced a monster
lurks between the pages of paper skin, that the drone of the pylons has
been unplugged so that he can close his eyes without seeing
burning metal melting through the walls
and he has blunted every knife, taped every door shut, disconnected the telephone
hoping – wishing – praying that the world outside is dead, that he is dead
that he can just stop thinking;
that he can stop seeing floods cascade from the sink, towering flames from the hob,
lightning arching from the satellite dish t
LitanyLitanyLitany1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would like to tattoo
a poem on my skin, or perhaps
only a few choice lines, the important
ones that I'll never forget.
But one line, one poem, would never
suffice; there are so many
more words than that, so many
that have engraved themselves
on my heart. I would spend every day
scrawling new words, new poems, new
epigrams and witticisms onto my skin, adding
to a history of loves and losses -
a current of words that starts
at my hands and continues up my arms,
coiling lazily around my neck then dropping
to tenderly spiral around my heart.
It would never stop with one.
[and that's the reason
i refuse to let you write your name
on my hand
you are already always
How to be Found in Eleven Simple Steps1. Understand that you must be willing to give up the fragile solitary universe you created from the instructions given on page three.How to be Found in Eleven Simple Steps2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. Spend more time building from the ground up. It will take longer, but you'll like the result.
3. Rest when you are weary and remember the times when you were strong, hear that strength in every word that you speak.
4. Keep in mind that you are human, and that survival is weighed against life more heavily. You are survival. Life is your goal. If you disagree, move to step 5. If you agree, skip to step 6.
5. Return to 4 and repeat until you believe.
6. Live not in fear of doing something you'll regret, but in order that you won't regret not having done something.
7. Leave for home and release the heartache. It is not your home now. You are a wandering spirit.
8. Taste the different air in every footstep, weigh the light that feeds your shadow, and take comfort in your solitary walk...
9. See the countless colored souls that walk about, and how each glo