Black SharpieHow many times,Black Sharpie6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Has a black sharpie,
Touched my skin?
On my hand and wrist.
Have been imprinted on my skin,
With the black ink.
There was a time when,
The word insidious,
Was imprinted on my wrist,
Over and Over,
Because it described me the most.
There was, and still are,
Times when I write LOVE,
For the people who,
Do not leave marks on their wrist,
With a sharpie like me.
There are times when I write,
LOVE in a fancy script,
With someones name,
Shortly after it.
There are times when,
Imprinted on my wrist are,
Words of stupidity,
When my self esteem,
Plummets to the ground.
There are always,
Words of love,
That make my heart skip,
My face light up,
And even tears fill my eyes,
As I read the words,
Imprinted on my wrist,
With black sharpie.
A dream like state of asphyxiationYou are the blood flowing in and out of my veinsA dream like state of asphyxiation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into shards of black skies and crescent moons
Hanging from our palms and brushing our lips
The extinguished light of your eyelids
No longer burns bright
Rather they smolder between
Stolen glances and sips of tea
My blanket features are coming undone
Much like the seams of my scarecrow heart
Childhood nostalgia has never seemed so bleak
I Believe... A Birth Certificate shows that we were bornI Believe...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Death Certificate shows that we died. Pictures show that we lived! Have a seat...Relax...And read this slowly.
That just because two people argue, doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue,
doesn't mean they do love eachother
That we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.
That no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. same goes for true love.
Taht you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.
That its taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.
that you should alway sleave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.
That you can keep going long after you
These wristsThese wristsThese wrists2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have been bloody bare
For too long.
That sweet nectar.
But do I satisfy
If I do
You will not know.
No one will know.
Not this time.
Sharpies"Why do you always have Sharpies?"Sharpies4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never get to hear that question.
But I want to hear it.
From a girls lips.
I want a girl to be interested in what I have to offer.
I'm not bad looking.
Not at all.
I'm not overly cocky or anything.
I'm artistic and creative.
I'm proud of who I am and I fight for equality.
I accept everyone as they are and never try to be anyone but who I am.
I'm funny and witty.
I'm intelligent and kind.
And I always have my Sharpies.
"Why do you always have Sharpies?"
"Because what I have to offer is permanent."
Love is PainLove is pain.Love is Pain2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm in love.
Have you ever been in love?
Have you ever known?
Known with every fiber of your being,
Known you would say, do, or give anything
Anything for a glimpse of her face.
Have you ever known?
Known with every ounce of your heart and soul,
Known you would die
Die to see a smile in the eyes of the girl whose face melts your insides.
Have you ever looked into someone's eyes?
And had your heart pulled,
Pulled like the gods of love and hate were fighting
Fighting for you.
I can see why fire and passion are so closely related
You would think my heart was magma,
The way it boils when she is near
Near to me.
There is a reason
Love and pain are both symbolized by were red.
I know why.
Can't you see it?Can't you see it?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can't you see it?
The way my hands shake?
They never stop.
Why don't you believe me?
They are shaking.
I can't hold anything still.
Please someone help me.
I swear I'm shaking.
My legs have now joined in.
Can't you see it?
Stop these shaking limbs
Don't say you can't see them
Don't say I'm lying
I can feel it
They are shaking
Please someone save me
I can't hold still
I might just lose it
Maybe this razor will still them
Maybe a hit from a blunt will help
Maybe You should of listened to me
Listened and believed
Because now all that is left
Is the gun powder on my hands
And a stained floor
now i see the stars.there was a time when inow i see the stars.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon, but
Always and ForeverDreaming of the day that we would finally be joined as one.Always and Forever4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The day I would wake up, and find you sleeping next to me,
Dreams of being loved by you,
always and forever.
All those dreams?
with each breath I take.
My body is but a shell for my thoughts.
Thoughts of life without you.
Thoughts of Death,
and how much easier Death would be.
Oh so much easier.
I really used to think that we could-
that we would spend our lives together,
and be so happy.
But I suppose I'm a fool,
for believing someone as wonderful as you could really love me
always and forever.
Though I cry now, I will be unashamed.
I was ignorant,
and lost you.
Only now, I fear I will be alone.
Always and Forever.
TrappedShe's trapped.Trapped3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The words she wishes to say,
Every dark thought is making her decay.
Rotting from the inside out,
Consumed by every scream and shout.
A prisoner to herself,
Damaging her health.
Her true story will never be told.
goldocean, i have no more words to give you,gold3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it smells too much like summer,
too much like home, but you are
a thousands miles away
Gaea wants to be Midas, the earth is in
a million shades of the ring
you left on my front porch,
of my mane back when i was wild, when i was free.
i remember when was your leo, you'd stare at the stars and wonder
what it felt to be molten but still burning
but you'd never know, never know,
because the sun doesn't taste like honey
when the well runs dry, it tastes like
death. (sometimes i miss you,
but i know better)
To a womanI dream of your voice, will it be soft as cotton?To a woman4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dream of your face, will it smile to me?
I dream of your hair, will I feel the scent of roses?
I dream of your body, will it make me sigh with lust?
And yet I know that when we meet
My fantasies will feel so pale
Compared to you, in flesh and blood
Your soft skin next to mine
ScarringAt some point in my life I stopped posting pictures that included my left forearm. It wasn't one of those gradual things where eventually I noticed this to be the case and had to search my soul to figure out why.Scarring2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I didn't need to figure it out. I knew. My left forearm is covered in scars, and scars are not acceptable anymore. I've grown up and left behind the things that made me sad -- or at least I've told myself that I have.
It could just be that I learned that sadness lasts forever when it's cut into your skin.
That's the thing about scars, though. If you're sad enough or angry enough or empty enough, you don't care about forever, until one day you're grown up and someone is looking at your wrist with a question in their eyes.
People keep saying that scars are beautiful in their own way, that they tell a story. Maybe that's true for others, but not for me. You can't tell a story from the lines of white tissue on my arm. Or maybe you can, and the story is as follows:
"Once upon a tim
we used to fly togetheri've got a good memory,we used to fly together1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i was surprised to find the box;
full of our scribbled conversations
and protestations (no, that's not right)
declarations, no, dreams
of what the future might look like.
we were young, vibrant, and
beautiful (and inseparable, once)
and we thought we knew how to
take hold of the future.
for my part, i struggled with
age as if i had a chance of winning;
our battles were the talk of the town.
you, you took to the passing of time
with an eagerness that showed
just how ready you were
to put away
the notions of childhood.
i've got a good memory,
but it's easy to be selective,
pick and choose the moments
that i want to relive.
we were foolish, confident
(and oh, so alive)
and we fell into our roles
with a predictability
that is near miraculous
i doomed myself to the role of
the forever-child, always looking back,
always dreaming of the carefree days.
you quickly ran out of adventures,
and set about finding new myst
CirclesI told her I'm a circle and she frowned.Circles4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
So I told her of the weight I carry.
But she thought I meant weight in pound,
When I meant the weight of wait to marry.
I told her circles go around and never cease
Their constant orbit around a point.
But- under scrutiny, to keep the peace,
They may speak of diameter so love stays joint.
Circles are the perfect shape, so said the Greeks
And Ptolemy, absent they are though
From architecture of the modern world, just lines and peaks.
But with all the hints she did not know.
So I took a deep breath and said we relate,
Because circles and I are not straight.
093. Simplicitychildhood.093. Simplicity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
simplicity is dancing around in your bedroom
when nobody is watching.
simplicity is a child’s laugh,
innocent, and young at heart
simplicity is the sound of sweet lullabies,
knowing that you are safe and sound.
simplicity is daydreaming,
of the future,
and what joy it may bring to you.
simplicity is lying in an open field,
counting the stars
in the night sky.
simplicity is watching
the sunset with him
without a word.
seven ways to win your best friend's heart i. tell her things will be okayseven ways to win your best friend's heart 2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
cover her imperfections,
replace her insecurities with compliments
( you helped me learn to love myself )
ii. forgive her
when she apologizes.
wrap her in a tight hug.
tell her it’s okay.
( i’m sorry i ever hurt you. )
iii. take her feelings
( my anger, sadness, and worries. )
put them on a shelf.
and help her walk away.
iv. don’t break your promises
( that hurts more than you know )
and don’t make promises
if you know they’ll be broken.
v. make her laugh
until she’s crying tears of joy
and you can’t get her to stop.
( i love how your jokes only get cheesier )
even if destiny takes you miles away.
( don’t leave, because i’ll miss you. )
that she’ll do the same for you
( because i love you. )
if only you knew how to swimthey say it’s just like walking,if only you knew how to swim6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
except without the security
of the ground beneath your feet.
and you sink instead.
you open your eyes underneath the water;
and for just a moment,
you see a picture of
your lungs scream for air.
inhale. because you’re not
sure what else to do,
and because there doesn’t
seem to be a way back up.
panic as water starts to fill up your lungs.
you reach for someone,
anyone, even though you know
you’re alone. still,
you find the strength to kick.
relief as air fills the body.
but not for long;
the water was stronger.
it drags you down again.
panic sets in;
you hold your breath.
but you stop trying.
you wonder if it’s still worth it;
to fight. or if it’s just better to
close your eyes.
let the water hold you. fill up
every inch of your body.
if only you knew how to swim.
she had a habit of making stars cryprobably could've settled forshe had a habit of making stars cry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
less than mine, but there's
a tongue-tied night sky
crying to the moon and
its narrating defenses
against my remarks, comments
never too dark to notice the spark, dead
shooting stars have been
trying to prove. to me, it takes
more than will to move
the north to the south, no field will
help you, no power will allow you,
no words will let you.
should've stuck to rhyming for
catharsis and, let the night cry to
a fraudulent sun and
found comfort in anonymity to
hang on some more; should've quit
being a witness before i
fell to the floor. should've opened
before popping those pills and let
drag reluctance until it
swam into ripples too perfect for
the moon, and stayed to hold the
stars when they fell
into our lagoon.
probably could've lied about
discovery and the Nile, probably would've
granted every wish worth the while. could've
said the day was too dark for the
night, could've stopped the moon from
settling to surviv
those who lie behind eyelidsi. benjamin ithose who lie behind eyelids2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
we watched silent films.
you bought an excitable child sweets
with money you couldn't spare.
i often wish
you were still
we hid devotion
in quiet moments.
i had always mocked those
who claimed that
innocence is bliss,
your innocence was blissful.
nearly four years past
but you're still so present
a specter spectator
lying arrogant, indolent
on the sidelines of me;
chaining me close.
v. benjamin ii
your lips were always dry
and you gave up too soon.
when you left, i spent
forty-six sleepless nights
on the living room sofa;
i couldn't go near the bed.
you looked right through me,
searching only for the
in his eyes.
heaven closed up shop
when we passed by;
forever fell ill and fled.
i can't help but wonder
if i haunt your silences
the way you inhabit
PathetiqueHer name was Aria, and she talked through her music.Pathetique6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Otherwise, she was silent. Nobody knew why; just that something awful had happened to her, something awful enough to take away her voice. Her eyes were always sad, and her smiles were always forced.
Sometimes, I’d hear her play the piano. When she played, her sadness would disappear, replaced by something like bliss; but only for as long as the song lasted. If one listened closely when she played, one can hear her voice: sweet, sincere. And if one looked closely enough, a genuine smile can be seen. But she’s in another world, one of music, unreachable by the rest of us.
I asked her to play for me once, to which she obliged happily. She chose the second movement of Beethoven’s Eighth Sonata. I knew it was one of her favorites because I had heard her play it often. She always executed the piece flawlessly - the beautiful A major chords, the famous cantabile melody, the rise and fall of each line. I could tell w
ReverberationsSilence filled the concert hall. Michael’s heart pounded, and his palms sweated. This was the moment he’d been waiting for. This is the dream he’d been dreaming for all his life. The eighteen-year-old boy closed his eyes; he placed his hands on the piano, and began to play.Reverberations2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Every person has a story, just as every piece has a story – it just depends on how the pianist decides to tell it.
The piece started out slowly; the first note reverberated through the concert hall.
His story started three months ago.
It was like every other typical day – Michael was driving his little sister, Noelle, to her violin audition. It was snowing slightly, and with the exception of the ice on the roads, the weather was quite favorable. While he hadn’t had much experience with driving on the ice, Michael was perfectly confident that it’d be alright – which was why he hadn’t bothered to ask one of his parents to drive. They seemed overworked lately, a