Socks and MittensI was never welcome in this world to begin with.Socks and Mittens8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I can picture my birth: the shocked gasps of the doctors as I emerged; their frantic whispers as they passed me over to Mum; the pained expression on my own mother's face as her eyes fell upon me for the first time, writhing in her arms…
They say beauty is only skin deep. Is that the same for ugliness, too? When I was younger, I had hoped people would see past my flat, webbed hands; the claws that protruded from the ends of my fingers; my absent thumbs; my duck-like feet…
But all they ever saw were the malformations that cursed me.
Mum refused to breastfeed me. Dad pissed off shortly after I was born. Relatives did their best to ignore my existence. I was a burden, an abnormality, a freak…
And so, I've lived these 15 years of my life in socks and mittens.
"Boys versus girls!" the new P.E. teacher bellowed, jolting me from my thoughts.
Everyone hurried to follow his order as he
Cardboard Boxes of TimeUsed cardboard boxesCardboard Boxes of Time8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wet with morning dew;
Worn out by friction.
Fun was all we knew.
Used cardboard boxes
Marked with affection;
Accompanied with screams.
Teenage has just begun.
New cardboard boxes
Packed to the brim;
Sealed with closure
To memories of him.
New cardboard boxes
Follow me through life;
As I battle inner strife.
Reflection UntrueLook deep in the mirror, what do you see?Reflection Untrue11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is the person reflected who you long to be?
Something has changed, innocence has died
The scar covered body reveals the heart that lied
Stare into the eyes of the stranger unknown
Forever unloved, forever alone
Black lined eyes tell of nights unslept
So many helpless times of rivers wept
Steady wind blows out the candle of hope
She rubs the rageing burn made by the rope
She hangs a suicide note by a single nail
This time it'll work, I know I can't fail.
Looking out the window at the coldest mist
It is now time, the razors are guided to her wrist
They dance painfully until their work is done
Drawing out the blood and watching it run
Voices of her blood bellow strong and deep
The last voices she'll ever hear before falling asleep
Photos of the past fall beside her on the floor
Of the once happy girl that is no more
Later that night a car parks in the driveway
Upstairs stands a 4 year old where her sister lay
In shock she whispered "Mummy what hap
Purple TearsPurple TearsPurple Tears10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It seems I've walked a million miles
While turning round in spheres.
I've gone not one step farther
Away from Purple Tears.
Each morning when I wake up.
Its branded on my arm.
I touch it softly and with love
I've never seen the harm.
But turning circles round and round
For all these many years
Has gotten me no farther
Than drowned in Purple Tears.
How many nights I've dreamed of you
Of all the things we had
In lucid dreams I reach for you
And even then feel sad.
Because I know our time is up
Our karma's just to late
And we will have to live again
To unravel out our Fate.
And now another has stepped up
Just as we knew he would
The sorrow is that he is good
And is doing as he should.
My twin has come back gracefully
To finish out my life
And on this side of destiny
I cannot be your wife.
Our lives have twisted round about
And for a million years
And even now as I watch you
I cry our Purple Tears.
I came back here to watch the thing
Back here to this safe place
And here I'll
Call me a Dirty WhoreCall me a Dirty Whore7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You be scissors and Ill be rock
You cut deep and I just drop
Feel so weak as I smash into your crotch
Im a liar; Im a liar I swear
You are layered and I am bare
You wont stay naked and I dont care
I dont care
I dont care
Please make me Ill jump so high
Dont say sad things about your life
When were tantric I stay horrified
I could fuck you, make you cream
Hold you down until you screamed
I can call on the worst of me
Destination BeautifulIm a long way from anything amazing.Destination Beautiful9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
21 miles to be exact.
No time for calculations,
Im in a hurry.
So how about we pack up our
Necessities and you
Away with me.
Doesnt matter where we go as long
We can take our worries and insecurities and
out the window.
Watch them trail and fade behind us
On that one way road to
Destination beautiful right here in the front seat
Sunkissed shoulders and
Opportunity-8.FebruaryOpportunity-8.February9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the texture of my missed sunrise
wrapped in amber arms and a smirk
fluxing in the newborn light:
I'd've flung myself in arms that begged to hold me
if I'd known they were there
I'm staring into your distance, someone
singing in my buttoned ears
—chops for my cubical existence
there's cement beneath us in springtime, still cold
to the touch of jean-clad cheeks,
this tank top rag doll
folded into your lanky figure,
patient for day
I'm trapped, sometimes,
in fleeting shadows—moments that shouldn't feel
like midwinter sun taunting,
tangling the air, hair
falling in your solstice eyes,
but they do
forgotten poems: threeforgotten poems: three8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her hands were freedom
on which to ride
and her fingers stretched out for miles
from her highway wrists
leading to a new frontier,
along a red river
flowing on a bright yellow day
when she ran her hands
through her hair.
Such a lonely bird,
this day. Perched on my mind,
pecking at the bark,
slowly uncovering sticks and stones
hidden beneath the surface.
Such a lonely bird,
this day. She watches curiously,
the bits and pieces that fall down
upon a seldom walked path
into a shadow of myself.
The Queen of hearts andYour mouth is a small brushstrokeThe Queen of hearts and8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the softest pink, and your eyes
are fairylights, twinkling
like little bells, your head
swimming with absinthe, the room
stinking of pot, pulling me
into slight dreams. You are
the junkie, but you are faceless,
nameless, blameless, the smoke
fucks your mouth, your throat,
your lungs. The liquid drugs?
lull a bye.
This is an end game. You will
lose this time, this is not
your romance new york film
with top hats and audrey
hepburn look alikes.
This is a rattling heart
in a cage, this is your
I can't see
anything but static.
Self datedSelf dated9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel most glamorous when I walk
through Target. Look at the sheeple,
now look at me. I've got a
pinstripe blazer. I "do poetry."
I listen to Gwen and Lindsay
but only for the irony. I understand
the Xbox 360 and Lost in Translation
on more levels than you ever do.
And all I'm coming in here to buy
is a marked-down jar of J. Crew.
God Doesn'tFull Title: God Doesn't Hear the Cries of the Arrogant, You Unholy PrickGod Doesn't7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I forgive you for always being angry.
for teaching me to channel anger into
sex and not understanding the difference.
for using sex against me, for getting
what you wanted (a virgin) and telling me
I was a whore because of it.
I forgive you for raising your hand on more then one occasion.
for calling me a cunt and showing me the depth of hatred
you can have for yourself. for allowing the time for my spine
to grow thicker and my fears less and less until I wanted
you to hit me, to prove something, like that maybe you
really could follow through with things that you said instead
of meaningless threats. for being a pussy (but for being
smart enough not to).
I forgive you for making me blame
myself. for reacting only in sudden
defences now, and for the difficult
life I have ahead of me, trying to
sort and lose all the baggage you
left with me.
I forgive you for August. for proposing
to her on wh
Untitled No.10Saying goodbye,Untitled No.108 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is so much easier
now that I hate you.
when You were fourteenYou spit, splatter Your eyelasheswhen You were fourteen7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
against his cheeks, You rub Your forehead
on her wall holding poison in Your hands,
he should cower, but does not, she should
You hold Yourself
like Your family have disowned You
for the fifty eighth time and grin into doors
at how sad you can be. You wash dinner plates
one a time and Your chests pour out bubbles.
i often replace You with a DoubleYou to show You
how big these things can seem when you hold two telescopes
to the map on your thigh and calculate carefully
where the pain will end up. Not in Your feet,
or chest, not in Your skull or pinky fingers
but in a dinning room table where Your mother eats
from soup bowls and Your father pets Your dog
and on a silver platter in the middle, Your brother
and sisters stab a fork into Your heart.
darlingdaughtertomotherdearestA darling daughter to her mother dearest how amusing welldarlingdaughtertomotherdearest9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
where do i begin
your excuses are the blanket in which i was covered
but they slowly unravelled like the threads of a well worn jumper.
..you always wear the white of innocence and purity but i am no longer a child.
There are no photographs of which i am thankful
they did try to get me some
Try to remember but i cannot simply recollect lost memories and sit on the toybox.
[no matter what i do i cannot shut it up.]
you subside from the silence a perfect smile
How does it feel i ask how does it feel?
Expecting even more apologies and "you are so grown up now."
But there are many things you do not extract from my intense gaze
a sick taste
is the final result from a medicine
i can no longer
force my eyes to sleep
your little girl's perfect.
in her dreams
in her own way.
No more pictures no more pain.
its far too difficult to tread on e
typical teenage tyrannyNot dark enough to see the starstypical teenage tyranny8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not light enough to gape at the scars
Memories carved into flesh matter no more
Describing the pain only hurts you
Fanning the flame only disrupts the core
This window is too fogged to see through
Red hearts scrawled on lined paper
Crumpled up pages thrown at the wall
Milky white candles end at a taper
No one's taught you to fall
Words pressed into an unloving soul
Disappointed expectations make up your mind
Gunshots and screams echo in this hole
Misled children lost what they couldn't find
You bloom in the silence but I crave the noise
Suicidal poems and epitaphs mask the decay
Harlots work the streets, winking at boys
Young girls that don't have a place to stay
Scratches wrought by unrelenting fingernails
Eyelids stitched to solemn black walls
Mentally deranged therapists can't find what ails
The haunting song of the raven calls
Dented wooden tabletop serves an altar
Dark deeds influence his many sweet intentions
Distorted vision slips through a door
To H.I loved a girl whose nameTo H.8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
was not her own,
when I was young and sleepy
I found it and she shone
While I blossomed like
white washing, drying
You Are My RainI pull into my driveway finallyYou Are My Rain8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's been a long day at work
I sit in the car for a moment
Just listening to the soft rainfall
It's relaxing to me
But I shouldn't fall asleep in my car
I open the door and climb out
And I feel the rain
Like the air around me
It feels good
I haven't been in a rain like this
In a long, long time
I miss this kind of rain
I tug off my work shirt
Tossing it in my bag
And let the rain fall on my skin
It reminds me of you
The warm caress of the rain
Reminds me of your touch
Makes me think of us
I stand there a moment
Face upturned to the sky
Remembering the way you feel
The porch light finally notices me
And it blinks itself on
Illuminating the front of the house
There is a package from you
There on the porch
It makes me a little sad
Knowing you're so far away
Because I know you're still there
Even in the rain
Lightning flashes in the distance
I listen for the rumble
You always liked the storms
It's all I can do
Not to cry a li
MaybeMaybe9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe saying I love you
is no more or less than saying
I am alive
I believe in God,
because really, God has opened His heart like a teapot
and poured me full of hot-chocolate-melted love,
stirring me with a life-spoon until
liquid beauty spills down my sides, flowing its way to your lips.
Maybe that's not enough,
and all this God-sourced waterfall
isn't enough to satisfy us
because still I want to dance around streetlights and palm trees,
singing a tune I composed while watching your fingers.
And still I want to wrap
a lip glossed smile, a handful of raindrops,
a library shelf and thirty-two poems
in shiny white tissue-paper
and slide it under your door at midnight.
though we crave to give more