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
Socks and MittensI was never welcome in this world to begin with.Socks and Mittens9 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.
ReflectionsA light breeze pushed back sheer, ivory draperies and slipped through the large bedchamber, rustling delicate sets of arranged chimes and sending a soft, tinkling noise throughout the room. From the large canopied bed, a figure was stirring. The moonlight illuminated a slender silhouette. She rose swiftly and silently from her bed and took several steps towards an empty chair positioned beside it, reaching down and lifting a sheer, silk robe from its place across the arm. The woman slipped it over her head, and started across the room. The wooden floor was surprisingly cold against her bare feet, and she took a deep breath and approached the window.Reflections9 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
"Mistress?" Seylie's soft voice pierced the nearly silent room, and her only answer was a glare cast her way from over her mistress's shoulder. The robed woman tilted her head towards the sky, lifting one hand and pressing it gently against the screen meant to keep insects ou
Call me a Dirty WhoreCall me a Dirty Whore8 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
sometimes surgeons like to kidsometimes surgeons like to kid9 years ago in Open More Like This
Sometimes I cannot sleep.
Earthquakes burrow into sheet fibres,
knees meet the radiator, the chunks clunk
then chip away, like the roller coaster thoughts
that spin around the room.
My head smacks pillows, and I remember
all the faces I scanned today,
up/down; they sighed boredom --
and had eyeballs where mattresses should be.
Fingertips feel sore, they say sorry
for touching you. I only wanted to see
what your heart felt like on the inside
but these hands did not belong
blood-drenched in you. Right then I decided --
I will never go to the dentist ever again.
He compliments my oral hygiene
as he asks me to open wide. It makes me sick
to bear my teeth like coffee cups to the world.
My spit embarrasses me, reminds me
of all the words caught inside my palate
that I could not say.
I had a dream last night. God came to me and said
'eleven thirty and something
will happen'. He showed me you in my room
like it was October, apple blossoms were by the window
and white strips down th
forgotten poems: threeforgotten poems: three9 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.
.3-Way Sin. [+] 3-Way Sin [+].3-Way Sin.10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her empty stomach rolling on silk,
And she caught his thorns in her skin.
She liked the feeling,
Because it felt like sin.
He picked them out with the most gentle touch,
And whispered the things she was longing to hear.
And he swore,
She was the only one who had heard them
But she saw through.
To the back of his skull,
Where he was kicking himself
For saying the things he just said.
Cause he knew as well as she did,
That he didnt mean a thing by it.
the heart, foldsthe heart, folds10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The heart, is an origami fold.
Emotions spooling miles of thread
Dangle me from:
The apex of a leaf [with a thousand veins to spare]
Half a moon [still flooding oceans not with tungsten spots]
Window panes [broken of its glass holding together dirty fingerprints]
The Queen of hearts andYour mouth is a small brushstrokeThe Queen of hearts and9 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.
One SideLoving you is nothing compared to a dying candle. - Naeem PashaOne Side9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, only if you stay. I take words
as gift now only from those who look
like orbiting. I have grown stone
in my chest, flowerpots, azaleas,
and if you look like having too much
gravity, I'll take no syllables then either.
Loving you is nothing. I could do it
in my sleep, and have, then wake to
another man, and still remember you were
better in my chest. Leaving you is easy -
I follow the mothers who leave
for the sake of themselves, to keep their sides
from splitting with love's fair children.
But coming back - oh for the coming back -
for the paths gouged in concrete, for the grass
grown greener than the youngest eyes, for the wide
before us, the straight, the narrow, for
the middle way - for all the signposts
signaling return, I cannot say I will go back
and I cannot open the door to you
but that is me on the front porch
every night, starbright, and it is best not to lie.
A man came with flowers. I tried to
Untitled No.10Saying goodbye,Untitled No.109 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 fourteen8 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.
MeI write about my life.Me9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I write about sadness and sex,
something I've had too much experience with,
but can I borrow someone else?
Someone with all her teeth
and all her health?
Another stupid bitch
who doesn't have all this stupid shit to deal with:
a lonely spinster tenant
with no one to bug her or take a meal with?
A pretty barista with coffee and fucks on her breath?
Or what about a middle-aged singer with next to nothing left?
From my toes and the wrinkles on my feet
to the place my legs and hipbones meet
I feel the distance aching in my flesh.
I've tried my best to lose it,
but my thighs are thick.
And I use the extra space
that surrounds my misplaced tiny waist
to store my melancholy munchies,
my extra snacks, my superfluous thoughts,
in between some pretty depressing meals.
And anyone who thinks genius is eloquent
should know it's more like ripping off a bandaid.
It hurts like hell and under it
you can see the damage you've made;
those are smarts.
Each idea pr
typical teenage tyrannyNot dark enough to see the starstypical teenage tyranny9 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
God Doesn'tFull Title: God Doesn't Hear the Cries of the Arrogant, You Unholy PrickGod Doesn't8 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