Inside My HeadI keep a journal. Mostly, it's so I can vent and keep track of events. (I have a scary short memory.) I usually write when I'm tired and don't think about it. Every once in a while, though, I look back at what I've written, and am inspired by a sentence or paragraph.Inside My Head3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Here are some direct quotes (yes, that's right. I'm quoting myself.)
"I hope it's harder for him to move on now that he knows I have a name."
"Something in me wants to take a vow of silence. I believe that if I'm dependent on no one, nothing can ever hurt me. Because, if you have no one to turn to- you also never have the need to move.
And that seems easier."
"I just feel like I'm trying to build a bridge I could never cross.
Which feels like a metaphor about my life I can't process because I put all my sadness and logic away so I wouldn't feel like crap anymore."
"My brain's blurred with excess emotions or nothing and I'm not really sure which."
"I'm going to look back and scorn all the wasteful wo
2am poetry (you're always the subject line)I wish that you were still here by my side2am poetry (you're always the subject line)4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
instead of nestled in between the lines of my 2am poetry
because you deserve a better home than that
your name sits fervently on my lips
because I hope that with a whisper of those 5 little letters
that I can pull you from within the inscriptions on my
tree trunk ribs like a magician
pulling a rabbit from his silken hat.
I want to feel your words breathing down my neck
and your hands pressed against my quivering spine
as I stand at the edge of indecision--
you made me fear the fight rather than the fall
and now I'm addicted to the
the feeling of your wind beneath my wings.
we were an odd couple of misfits but we fit together:
you as the harmony and I the melody of a song no one else heard;
too many times I spent playing our soundtrack on repeat
as I danced across my room spinning &&
humming in the cold shadows of my lonely nights.
I wish that you were still here by my side
instead of nestled in between the lines of my 2am poetry
because I dese
Apart from loveThey say they never workApart from love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But we will let them know
It’s hard enough being alone
But it’s even harder without each other
Because, even though you’ve left my side
I can still hear you cry
Fear that brings all the doubts and lies
Forgive me please if I can’t show you my love from so far
Your heart and mine,
They’re fragile by the tides
We’re bleeding and bleeding
With nowhere to hide
We’ve got no home,
When we’re set so apart
Tips on becoming a better artistI want to make a collection of tips on how to become a better artist,Tips on becoming a better artist2 years ago in Personal More Like This
so if you have any you want to share, feel free to comment
I'll probably post it in my gallery when it's done, and hopefully, the list will be huge!
One of the tips on the list so far:
"If you have a tumblr account, follow fashion blogs! Fashion might not interest you one bit, but sometimes an outfit (or a pose) will appear on your dash that will inspire you. That skirt might not look good on the model, it might not look good on you, but your favourite male character would probably look cute as hell in it!"
The Love Story You Gave MeI, We kissedThe Love Story You Gave Me11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips tasted like heaven
But you left traces of
Down my throat.
II, We loved
When our skin brushed
the wound on my thigh somehow rooted into buttresses of your veins
It poisoned your heart and
robbed your breath away.
III, I left
That night when your eyes burnt in liquor wildfire
I could smell her perfume on our bed
Your lips tasted like vanilla
And my tears tasted like bitter blizzard.
The Love Story You Gave Me
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
CryCry if you need toCry10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Do it for yourself
Cry if you want to
Over someone else
Cry like you mean it
Make it all okay
Cry like you have to
Get it out the way
Cry in the darkness
So no one can see
Cry in the sunlight
So you can be free
Cry like it kills you
Feel every tear
Cry like it’s healing
Nothing else to fear
Cry for the moment
The last goodbye
Cry for the memories
Cry, baby, cry
Cry, cry to Heaven
For the angel that fell
And if that doesn't work
Then cry, baby
Cry like Hell...
Sticks and StonesSticks and stonesSticks and Stones1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
May break my bones
But words leave scars inside
My bones have healed
My pain’s concealed
But unseen scars will thrive
They dig down deep
They make me weep
But when I’m asked what hurts
There is no scratch
No mark or patch
That makes the scars revert.
The tongue’s a sword
That strikes a cord
And tears the strings apart
But there’s no words
Nor healing herbs
That soothe a broken heart.
And every how
And why and when you speak
Be kind to all
Make none feel small
Or call someone a freak.
HypocrisyWe say "food for the world"Hypocrisy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when people are starving at our very doorstep.
We say we need to take more responsibility
when in fact no one has been responsible for anything in a hundred years.
We say that everyone needs to increase their effort
when effort hasn't been paying off in decades.
We say we need to find out the truth, no matter what
when each of us is telling nothing but lies.
We say we need to remember our history, lest it repeat itself
when we are just setting the stage for this to happen.
We talk about grand things like social equity
when greed is really all we care about.
We talk about freedom, and how precious it is
when we are supposed to let go of it.
We talk about safety for all of society
when you can't even go for a walk after dark.
We talk about justice
when none of us understand good or evil.
We talk about love
when this world has long forgotten what it means.
We think about settling new worlds
when we haven't been able to preserve the one we live in.
We think abou
Don't become an artistFor you will look at love as abstract art.Don't become an artist8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You will look at the sky as a canvas to paint your heart
Feel raindrops ink your skin with poetry.
You will draw curves out of straight lines
You will make sense out of slant rhyme
Call empty space, a place to contemplate
And fill walls with kaleidoscope memories
You will inject beats in your veins
And get high on good music
You will dance to the pitter-patter of rain
and sing of melancholy and pain
You will taste ink in your first kiss
After which, you’ll ask the weirdest questions.
You will make a carbon copy of the intellectual conversations
You had on your first date.
You will see depth in his eyes
Depth, you’re ready to fall into.
You will love his every word-Truth or lies
For you will be a victim to metaphors and similies.
You will live in your tiny world of stories
And when someone out there, outside your own bubble
Of profound thoughts and fantasies
Share the same story, you let them write yours too.
You let them read your