revelation.we whisper our prayers
in a cathedral of sheets
because we do not know
how to forgive
or be forgiven.
are made to a doctor
who keeps a record
of our wrongs
neatly tucked in her files
because she knows
become our altars,
our "hail mary"s
handed to pharmacists
in exchange for
of our souls.
to force ourselves
high and higher,
that we have been given
we have chosen
to be slaves,
to rebind ourselves
in our chains.
to turn the wine
i tell you
the body and brain
will not remain,
the eyes will lose their vision,
the hands their precision,
the ears the sound of earthly song,
the taste of indulgence on the tongue.
faith, at last, will begin to decay,
our hope revealed as the only way,
and we will
to the promise
finding your lullaby.this is for you.finding your lullaby.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for all of you.
for those who are but are not.
for those who believe love is just a chemical reaction.
for those who are nothing but static on the mainstream radio.
for those who will never know forever.
for those who live in the highs and lows of the roller-coaster ocean breeze.
for those who hurt themselves because they're afraid of hurting anyone else.
for those whose cries have been drowned by the summer rain.
for those who have been mistaken for God.
for those who battle a thousand soldiers of themselves just to find who they really are.
for those who are nothing but natural disasters.
for those who sink somewhere between electric blue oceans and shimmering rainbows of euphoria.
for those whose insanity makes poetry - and those whose poetry drives them insane.
for those who are weighed down by gravity.
for those who have found equilibria in a heart that is caught in a chain reaction of passionate apathy.
to swallow the stars.one day,to swallow the stars.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they will set fire to this body,
but it will not burn,
for there is something
brighter and more lovely
than the ashes of my bones,
those words are written
in the hand of the dipper,
the face of the lion,
the tail of the scorpion,
strapped to the ceiling
above a shattering planet.
but when skies turn to oceans
and oceans to skies,
and Venus ignites
in the hills of God's eyes,
will i open my mind
to the very blood of life?
lightning will flicker across my skin
and rain will stream from my lips,
and the east will crack and blister
away from the west,
and the ocean will give way
to fire and earth
and love and loss,
for there is nothing greater
than the bow of the hunter.
untitled.i want to be more thanuntitled.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shattered fragments of glass
and tattered empty pages.
i want to be more than
snowstorms and hurricanes,
airplanes and satellites,
crescent-moon smiles and
paper hearts. Theres a crevice in the wall where she hides her little baby girl, all plastic smiles and mechanical giggles. She cuddles it like it has a soul and speaks to it like it has a name. Its soft rubber skin has been covered with paper hearts and marker stars, and its little plastic ears have been filled with whispers of adoration and love. Its wiry blonde hair has been crossed into braids, twisted up above its head, and she has pulled a dress onto its synthetic body with the brightest little smile. She reminds it that its beautiful, even though it cant hear. She fastens it tight into the beaten pink stroller and skips behind it as it rolls across the pavement, dancing in the sun like there is no tomorrow and yesterday is only a dream.paper hearts.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And maybe she's only six years old, but she knows how babies are made. Not the ones you buy in the store, the ones you have to tear out of the cru
your truth.i've memorized the map of the world on your skin, the crevices and caverns and shallow valleys, the porcelain cracks and blackening alleys and maybe i'm just scarred from the thousand times i've shattered, but i feel the need to tell you that you matter.your truth.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
and i wish i could show you that you're so much more than light and darkness and spaces in between, all the times you've ached and all the pain you've seen.
and i wish i could show you that faith and love are what it means to be alive, but you just can't seem to open your eyes and now i'm praying someday you'll fall in time with someone who can change your mind.
darling, please, don't let life be an array of color you refuse to see.
hello, stranger.when i find you,hello, stranger.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i will know you
by your sunken heart
and sunburst eyes.
i will know you
by the way your bones
writhe beneath your skin
when you speak your fragile words
i will know you
by your chaotic mind
and emotional ocean tide.
i will know you
by the way your fingertips
forget to remember
what it means
and on the rainest of days,
i will call your name
and we will fall together
into your purple-river veins.
and i will show you
that your stormy-night misery
was never worth the pain
and your october leaves
were never meant to change.
and when i find you,
i will know you,
we are one.
mirror.i argue with a reflectionmirror.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of shaded eyes
but no one ever wins, for
neither truly knows
which side the other
december.she was the girl of skin-covered bones, sunken waterlily eyes, and papier-mâché words. but the thing i miss most about her was the sound of her eyelashes brushing over her cheeks. there wasn't much else to her than her gentle music; you couldn't really see her, you could only hear her presence: her shallow breathing, her feeble heartbeat.december.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
but now her body is nothing but ash and ice, floating far beneath the surface.
and i really wonder if she was really alive to begin with, because it was winter when she died, both literally and figuratively. she had seasons: summer was burning, winter was frozen over. autumn was middle ground, and spring frankly didn't matter because she slept straight through.
she was a solstice, an equinox, a stunning star just waiting to implode.
that day, she told me that she weighed seventy-four-point-three pounds. i made the mistake of telling her that that wasn't beautiful.
she told me she was tired and said she'd spend tomorrow catching up on her res
kaleidoscope.Even though it is said that the human eye can see about 16.8 million different colors, we're all pretty much color blind in the end.kaleidoscope.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Today, I am blue, and you are red; today the fear begins again.
The sky is a milky white and your eyes are an empty grey, but you somehow still manage a smile: this is the first thing I notice. The second is that your shoes are untied, then that your gaze seems unfocused, then that your hair is a disaster, then that your voice sounds like rain and I hate rain.
You catch my stare.
I turn away because I am afraid.
You are uncertainty and unpredictability, and for this, I hate you; the unexpected is a disease to my mind. You make me stumble and fall and vomit in confusion because I don't know how to feel and I can't stand it. Control is my obsession.
But you are also curiosity and maybe even some kind of messed up beauty, and I think I might be okay with that much.
Today I am indigo; today you are my vertigo.
I can't pull myself t
equinox.her name was october, butequinox.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she was born in november
and painted sweet like summer.
she said someday she would become a masochistic poet or maybe an offstage actress, because she wasn't good for much else.
she said someday she would stop dreaming of breaking her promises to the dead, because if they gave up on her, she'd have nothing left.
she said someday she'd wake up to a nightmare instead of falling asleep to one; she figured maybe that would be easier, because you can't scream and cry with your eyes open wide.
(honey, they'll think you're crazy.)
she said someday she would figure out if she was a libra or a scorpio or a goddamn sagittarius; it didn't really matter, but she just wanted to know the stars as well as they knew her.
she said someday she would become Satan's asylum, and demons would dwell in the deepest crevices
the balance beam.and i hope you knowthe balance beam.5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
that love doesn't rise and fall;
no, it was either
there to begin with
or it was never even
truly there at all.
the physics of love."matter can't be createdthe physics of love.3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
or destroyed," he says softly. "it just
is what it is, forever."
abstract art.in this mindabstract art.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and in this dream,
i'm a fucking picasso
with words at my
and a beating,
for a canvas.
but in this world
and in this mirror,
i'm still the same
with tired eyes
and tripping tongue.
so i beg you,
i dare you,
make these words
more than just
drops of rain
down my face -
make them an ocean.
make them an ocean.
november.the day i was born was not a day of sparkling stars and soft-spoken lullabies, of rose-colored memories and warm autumn hearts. time did not stand still, but instead slipped between shrill cries and bitter words. but i would not know; i was not there. i cannot remember my first breath, and i cannot remember what i saw the first time i opened my eyes. but perhaps i never really learned to breathe perhaps my eyes never opened after all.november.4 years ago in Write Memoirs More Like This
when i turned five, i discovered the art of being alone.
i learned that there is no celebration song when you are twenty-three hundred miles from where you belong and your family has fluttered off into the sky. i was trapped at the foot of a stranger's bed, a salty ocean tide dripping down my face. though i had no candles to put out, i figured memories of a thirteen-year-old's cigarette smoke were substitute enough i wished california would fall into the sea so this desert would feel more home.
when i turned six,
graduation.the funniest thing isgraduation.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i think i found myself
between pages of prose and poetry
that will someday stop this world
for just a moment
and let it cry, let it scream,
let it quake and burst and end,
end end end,
just to begin again.
and i think tomorrow,
there will be tears for it all.
for 'you actually cared and that changed everything,'
for 'maybe my brain really is a lovely place,'
for 'the only things forensics taught me
are that there is method to madness
i am the trigger.i'm sick of beingi am the trigger.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a hardwired heartbeat
when you're already
healing your scars.
(i just need
to be loved like you.)
but i am the trigger
that sets you on fire
and erases the stars
from your satin sky.
so you find your faith
in phantom hurricanes
and seal it shut
with alien melodies,
and you bury yourself
seventeen feet under
with the bones and the ashes
of who i used to be.
disease.i had a dream ofdisease.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a porcelain girl
who called herself 'disease,'
and when i tried
to shatter her,
it was only killing me.
stay.tonight,stay.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
more than chemicals and cognition,
higher than concrete constellations,
and we hold the fire of the stars
on the tips of our tongues.
there may be hell to pay
for stealing the moon from the night
and the thoughts from our minds.
just stay with me
a little while.
stay and count our heartbeats
like the measures of a lullaby
between twilight and sunrise.
stay with me
just a whisper below the atmosphere,
and let us forget
how to die.
stay with me
for just a moment
of eternal life.
breaking waves."are you okay?"breaking waves.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"i'm the ocean."
"the ocean ?"
"no one ever asks if the ocean is 'okay.' her answer, her whisper, is never loud enough for them, never good enough for them. they just watch her rise and fall, push and pull. there is no 'okay.'"
"she's always death and birth, destruction and creation, killer tides and calm waters. the ocean is everything, all the time, all extremes black and white and every color in between. there's never an 'okay,' so why bother?"
"i can hear you just fine, love."
"no, you can't."
"you are not the ocean."
"you are small, and the ocean is big. you are alive, and the ocean is only full of life. and you you are not alone."
"you're not the ocean, love. you're just a starfish on the shore. what you think kills you lets you thrive, and i promise i won't let you die."
paper birds.you and i are paper birds,paper birds.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
twirling down, down, down
from the concrete ceiling-sky.
but there is a seed of sunrise
blossoming in your brown eyes,
slowly coming alive.
we are the violent sway
of the treetop branches
in the almighty hurricane.
but there are collarbone kisses
and i-miss-you's and i-love-you's
murmured softly between our breaths.
you and i are paper birds,
but i promise if we try,
we could learn to fly.