Big vs SkinnyYou say that big is beautifulBig vs Skinny2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That it's the new 'in thing'
You talk about how nice I'd look
If only I weren't thin
But will you come to realise
That it really isn't right
To say that we're not big enough
And take our name in spite?
You may have gotten insults
From some idiotic men
But when you call us skin and bones
You're just as bad as them
To say that big is beautiful
Is fine and true to say
To say that big is better
Is to think a hateful way
Nothing's better, nothing's 'right'
We're built to look unique
To say we're pretty, big and skinny
That's the peace I seek
It's easier to get along
When we're not starting fights
To see the wars of big vs skinny
Aren't such pretty sights
So lets find a happy medium
To stop this pointless hate
Let's have respect for everyone
No matter what their weight
And when we all abide by this
We'll see what happens then
A world full of less hate and fear
And more friendship again
GirlsGirlsGirls2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
This poem is for all the wonderful women, ladies, girls
And I think women actually may rule the world,
But humans of the female persuasion are more than pearls
They’re diamonds; critical to man and his kind, but if men do rule the Earth,
It’s probably a woman’s universe
And don’t let anyone tell you otherwise
The world is yours and you can do anything your heart desires
And to the stereotypes and prejudice, you ladies should throw to fire
You’re more than just a pretty face, an object of desire, or housewife
You’re not meant to just play with barbies or like pink, being into sports is more than fine
You’re far more than the exterior; you are the inside
You’re the soul and mind, the most important part of a human being
You’re more than a damsel in distress, you can be Katniss Everdeen
You can be the focus of the music that everyone sings
You can be the face of an entire nation, if you wanna be
If you apply
Wasted Words.Wasted Words.Wasted Words.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We wait for the last possible moment.
Even when confronting our opponents.
How we truly feel.
We hide behind our counterfeit expressions.
Conceal and contain our countless confessions.
Failing to announce,
What our mouths long to pronounce.
We purposely squander opportunities.
Maintaining our positions within our communities.
Avoiding any disclosure,
Reducing the risk of exposure.
We use humour to dilute what we actually say.
Because the truth does not have to be revealed today.
We know there always is a tomorrow,
So today has not got to be filled with sorrow.
We wait and wait.
Stall and prolong.
Until it’s too late
And the moment has gone.
There is never a convenient time.
For us to say what is really on our minds.
It takes the sight of a death bed.
maybe you never belonged to meI can still feel the weight of your lips on the curve of my collarbone. Sometimes, it feels paralyzing, crushing, absolute. Sometimes, it feels like home. Like everything.maybe you never belonged to me2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I once heard that when you can't fall asleep it means you're awake in someone else's dream. I wonder which one of us was dreaming that night, because everything was too quiet, too easy, too perfect. You used to fall asleep next to me, your body curled against mine. It's a warmth that's not easy to forget. A hidden smile tucked into pillows and sheets. It's easy to think these things will last forever when you're tangled up together. For me, the strings of my life will always be tangled up in yours. Forever tied to you. No matter hard they attempt to fray. To fall apart. To sever.
It's snowing for the first time this year. Soft and gentle, glittering in the sunlight, falling in large flakes, easy and quiet – nothing at all like the storm that rages inside of me, turning up the corners of my heart, throwing shrapnel
Between You and Me.I never believed you,Between You and Me.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I only wanted to.
Lying back to back
I was counting your breaths
to make sure your lack of
didn't leave you
Like a ghost
the fading memories of your touch
what I was trying to forget.
Oh, why did I give it up to you?
I know it's my fault.
My expectations were greater than
what you were willing to offer,
and I got scared.
I tried shutting you out,
to gather myself together
behind a shield of apathy,
but only ended up in
Your kiss never tasted as
as the last time
I made love to you...
A poem about loveLove consists out of painA poem about love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love consists out of desire
Love is what I admire
Love always fights against my brain
Love is despising
Love is passion
Love is not a piece of fashion
Love is always surprising
None of these things are untrue
Love is enough to make one weep
That is love as it seems
Yet when I think of you
I simply can’t fall asleep
Since life is finally better, than in my own dreams
mitosis always broke my heartAstors of minute fortunesmitosis always broke my heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
b l o o m e d
when electricity created function from
You were an extension of me -
my only viable chromatid -
connected at our centromere
was the heart
They progressed, those star-fire
petals, attac(k)hing us
to something more
and on this mitotic spindle, we were
naive to know
this is it,
our ignored forementioned goodbyes.
We were broken at the thorax,
our H's became I's,
our union became two singular coils of
We were on separate poles of the
we were separated by phospholipids
life was given to another replay
of the same story.
We were only a microsecond tragedy.
after you diedi.after you died6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they asked me if there was something
of yours that I wanted to keep
to keep your eyelashes, your breath,
I said this, and they looked
sad, said they meant did I want your
clothes and possessions, your things
I didn't know what I wanted
cradling my head with my arms and
quietly saying no over and over
dry with the taste of morning sickness
and old seawater
a month later, I wanted all your clothes
I was scrub-faced and tired
of the walls hurt my eyes, buried in wet
towels, sleeping naked on the floor every
I fucked somebody else
after the funeral
"somebody else" sounds wrong now
as if you are still alive, kissing
my shoulder in the morning
I'd taken cocaine
and it made a sound in my ears like a hummingbird
like someone banging on a door or just that tiny high pitched scream
that someone starts to make when they have grown tired of crying
your mother was fixing my hair in the kitchen
a bobby pin tucked
by association.don't shoot the messengerby association.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she told herself
but her aim was unsteady
and the wind blew her off target
they were all rotten anyway.
nervous ticki. i curse you some nights, kicking the soil around your grave and daring younervous tick3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
double fucking daring you to be alive somehow
ii. i heard you at my grave. my god your face has lengthened, your jaw was so slack and wide and i nearly lost it
lost it like you clearly already have.
i want to tell you i do. i'm alive, in most ways at least
iii. your mail still rattles my door of a morning hiding in with mine like it can sneak past me
past my dulled senses and weakened barrier.
everything is numb.
vi. a shadow. thats all that i am now, friend.
i have tried dialing numbers or scrawling words but they don't come.
imagine that, me, out of words.
i am not myself anymore
v. solitude will be the death of me.
i'd swear to god, but you've ruined that too
you logical bastard.
my pen never changed a thing.we laid in flower filled fieldsmy pen never changed a thing.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until we could not
stand, we broke our
backs so we'd never have to
bones repair themselves
like i never could,
everyone always leaves.
i swore i'd do my best to
stay, but with you
backing up so far,
it's hard to not keep moving
(it's the precept i was born to)
i've written so many
times about us drowning
together that water drips
from my pen instead of
i can still feel the
sweet, sweet salt in my
my dreams of stranger tides, i
ended up back at the lake-
front at 3am
boats were coming, going,
wondering which one
could take me to you,
back to you, as it were,
it's not falling anymore, the map
has reversed itself, i'd
have to climb mountains on my
you, letting myself
i'm not strong enough
for this anymore.
my pen never changed a thing.
catch the stars to remember her wishesi.catch the stars to remember her wishes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she rememberes the little things first.
her favorite color is purple
she likes blueberry pancakes,
and leaves pennies face-up on random street corners.
even with these pieces, it feels like
a huge chunk has been torn away that she could never retrieve
there are scars on her person
she does not remember getting.
her body is a map of memories
she does not know how to read.
they say she used to be calm and collected,
but now she is hot and fiery,
and they don't know her anymore.
but that's okay, because she doesn't know herself.
she misses the sun,
and the bad school coffee and English projects
and her own bed
and the person she was before.
even though she can't remember, she misses.
when they tell her what happened,
car crash. one dead, one survived.
internal bleeding. damage to the brain.
amnesia. amnesia. amnesia.
and she doesn't remember but she flashes between images
like loose strings that she can't help pulling.
a hand to hold. a quick
Only When I WriteThe drama unfurling in my lifeOnly When I Write2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feels like the shadow of my hand
That grows as it comes ever closer
To the light perched on my bed stand
In that I can feel the darkest cloud
Ever such a menacing sight
In time I can reverse the feeling
But only when I write
Seclusion left me with nothing
Apart from creativity
Loneliness it turns out, my friends
Is quite the aperitif
For the feast that is awaiting me
If I make it through the night
Tomorrow always brings me new hope
But only when I write
You approach me on a good day
And I will offer you a smile
The same expression on the worst days
Because my manners are so mild
But don’t take me for a toothless fool
When cornered I’ve been known to bite
Fear not, those demons remain at bay
But only when I write
I left my trust in the desert.I still thinkI left my trust in the desert.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you'll leave me
its okay, to think about leaving.god it rejected her in the smallest, most pathetic ways possible.its okay, to think about leaving.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but they still stung.
she decided to make tea and the full cream milk spoiled her tea.
her insides had adjusted to lite.
the cat fur got up her nose, and she exploded
errupted in a fit of sneezes and coughs
she must have inhaled have enough to
make a whole new cat
and she tried to make it seem okay
that change happens
and theres no need to collapse
on you knees
it didn't work
the world was closing doors
quicker than she can open new ones.
she turned to you.
and hoped that maybe you had been through similar
maybe when you moved into the big city lights
and hoboken never seemed the same again.
maybe the four eras all changed
more than your voice
and your hair colour.
she mocked the red hair and missed your long jet black
and thought your words were getting cheap
and rather gimicky
but her heart still beamed
at the mention of vampires.
and maybe things don't change.
some things still linger.
enough to make t
i want you because i shouldn't want you at alli want you like i want succulent strawberries dripping over a white lacy dress,i want you because i shouldn't want you at all3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want you like i want complete silence on a sweltering august night,
i want you like it's dead rats melting over hot gutters and then it's your hot guts on my body.
i want you and your collarbones tied to my strings of saliva,
i want you smelling like you're some wild wolverine with incisors as sharp as rose petals,
i want you broken and bleeding just so i can nourish your wounds.
i want you dangerously close and always so,
i want you angry as you are passionate,
i want you in ways i don't even understand.
phantom fingersthese bonesphantom fingers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's a clitter-clatter
whirl of a girl with limbs
and she speaks in boxes
her bones clap like an audience
as she grinds her shoulders
and wiggles her fingers
and plays prelude in e minor
for the whole wide world to hear
(she doesn't even really like the song.
she just likes the way the composer's name
sounds in her mouth.)
ghosts slide underneath her nail beds
her bloody, bleeding, bitten nail beds
and when she goes to sleep at night
they crawl out and tangle themselves
right between her shoulder blades
and round her rib cage
and embed themselves in everything
she had ever grown to love.
"these bones are haunted,"
she mutters to herself
as she combs poltergeists
and demons out of her hair,
"these bones are haunted
and there is
nothing you can do."
the earth doesn't deserve youdear janet,the earth doesn't deserve you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is true that I have become
the woman of the dark
who doesn't bring good dreams. i know
some nights you have your hand pressed to your heart
trying to rip the
all of you out, some fucking way
it's got to give in sometime
I know that your bed
(laden with mother's sweet quilts
that tangle like ropes 'round
has become your
chamber, with your legs bent like
chains towards your chest, and the air
an insoluble breath that
drowns you in
I know that God's
fucked you in so many ways
not even a man would,
pulled your beautiful locks right from your skull
and dragged your perfect
humanity straight down the stairs
I know that,
while you struggle for the
dial tone and my
nine oh four five,
your heart has become the desperate ring
of my phone
that I never
it only lasts a little whileat the bottomit only lasts a little while2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the desperate
sunlight & waves
cut by ships
trembling as the water
hollow bodies restless
waiting for the sun
you lied the night you kissed me.there is a thick exhaustion in the pit of my stomach, spreading to my shouldersyou lied the night you kissed me.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
till they hang and to my knees until they buckle. and I will sleep for days on end,
and when I wake up I didn't really.
I hate you dear, I hate you so.
because there is so much to do, I could travel to the other side of the country and
paint a portrait of a stranger and I could sit on top of someone's roof and look at the
stars with a boy I don't want to know and I could fall asleep in his bed and listen to
him playing guitar without clothes and he'd take me out for diner and anywhere I'd
want to go and we'd have sex in his car and on the trampoline in my back yard and
we'd eat at my grandparents with Christmas and it would never be enough because
he's everything you weren't.
I think I lost myself, I think I fell out that time you ran away holding onto me and my
skin tore. I looked for her in that empty hole in your chest cavity, but all I found was
lost so long ago, and you wouldn't show me where it went b
the world is only gonna break your heart.You allowed me a glance inside of you, opened your ever-shut mouth so I could leanthe world is only gonna break your heart.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into it and look down. It was ugly. It was a total mess down there; it was all yellow with
bitterness, and knotted with heartache. And I just wanted to climb down past your tonsils,
down your larynx and into your chest to clean up the mess. I could untie you, or at least
I could try to. You know I don't like cleaning much but I'd scrub your walls and fix you
up and let in a little sunlight. Still you closed your mouth and when you opened it again it
was all tongue and alcohol and hunger for mine.
You never allow me inside, you never allow me past the front door, leaving me like a
little whore in the alley behind your house. We've been there before, sixteen times or
more, but none of this ever changes. I won't stop wanting you, and you won't stop running
away, and I won't give up and you won't stop fucking me up or over or on my mother's
couch at 7am.
Now it's 6am and we're in your best friend's apartment
when somebody says your name for the last timeonewhen somebody says your name for the last time2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
one of the first things she learns is that ghosts cannot cry.
this does not stop her from trying.
there's a house.
not a home. barely a building. just beyond the part of town parents don't let their kids near after dark.
it's empty. it's been empty for as long as anyone can remember.
in the upstairs bedroom, there's a queen-sized bed and a chest of drawers and a chandelier. they are covered in dust and cobwebs. they are rotting. they are bug-infested and falling to pieces.
in the upstairs bedroom, there's a girl.
she wears a long, white dress, and a shroud of grief, and a bullet wound in her chest.
she is rotting. she is sorrow-infested and falling to pieces.
in the right light, you can see straight through her.
one of the first things she learns is that even if she could cry, it wouldn't make much difference.
no one can hear her.
no one can see her.
no one even knows that she's there.
he runs away, and she isn't quick enough to follow him. she doesn't know if she can haunt
all consumingi don't likeall consuming2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
writing about wanting
thing i can seem
to write about
and your skin- I
don't want to write
about your skin, don't
want to have
A Ship Named Gabrielthis is from a girl in a bottleA Ship Named Gabriel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a message that didn't involve
genies or wishes and
certainly not white horses:
she wants you to know that
she's made tea; chamomile, the
kind you never cared to try but
her throat was always full of (so that
when you kissed her, she knew that
you would taste calm) but she
wants to make sure that you also know that
she's seventeen and she just bought
her first pair of converses; charcoal
hi-tops, the kind only quirks and
quarks like her would care for, and
she wants you to know that even though
she's drowning in tea and wearing new shoes
she's still the down-to-earth star
who craves a real camera and some
asskicking boots -- it doesn't matter how
high the heel is, really -- and thinks about
you. and even if she is all these things
she's still a girl in a bottle with a message
and it's not like you're going to hear it, are you?