RedecoratingMore persistent than
an irremovable black marker,
you engraved your words of love
into my practical stone heart.
You decorated that barren place inside of me
with flowers made of
your honest words,
your boyish smile,
your warm touch,
and the colour of your affection.
So gentle feelings began
to grow inside of me,
cracking open my stone heart,
forming a tiny gap,
just big enough for you to slip in.
i filled the sea with dirtThere is a melting of my hearti filled the sea with dirt2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
seeping into my veins
a sacrifice of my soul
burned with smut
into the kitchen floor
you crushed me into a million different pieces
and scattered me out like breadcrumbs
I live in a suitcase
of black and white
i'm walking on eggshells
to the end of times
it seems as though i'm on my own
& i clutch my suitcase
it seems i speak like water
all my words spill out
in a rush and they dry up
cause i'm a dried up sea
i crack up into pieces
and spread out in the wind
you weren't gazing
you didn't have eyes
you never saw
any of the times i cried
I filled the sea with dirt
to make me feel less lonely
ScaredGod, god, oh god, I am so scared.Scared2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So so scared, to do what I yearn to do.
Scared, scared, oh so freaking scared,
to do what I need to do to live,
truly live – not just survive.
I am so shaking nervous
to let go of the tiny bird in my hand,
although I know holding on to it
won't do me nor it any good.
So, so, so afraid to fail
when hunting for the two in the bush,
ever evasive birds of peace of mind and freedom.
But I'll need both their wings
to finally fly.
Frozen Hive MindYou are the mass,Frozen Hive Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the lone creature of difference.
You think the single thought
of the hive mind.
Because your strength is unity,
conformity is what you seek.
I seek the aberrant thoughts of innovation.
and an open mind.
I am what you are not:
my own self made individual.
I pray for WindI pray for windI pray for Wind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to press air into my depressed lungs,
for a gust
to blow my mind,
removing the black clouds,
for a gale
to push me forward,
out of this airless,
lifeless state of mine.
nothing but a dried leaf,
crumpled on the ground.
Please god, breathe
your breath of live
into me (again).
Let me dance
on the invisible wings
of your power.
Don'tDon'tDon't2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Try to touch the heart
That only has itself to blame.
The one that longs to know the feeling
Of another flame.
Try to touch the heart
That no one seems to hear.
The one that's sitting empty
Of all its hopes and fears.
Try to touch that heart
That longs to disappear.
The depths of untouched feelings
Have been drowning it for years.
Try to touch that heart
That's been bleeding on the ground.
The beatings that it has taken
Still have another round.
Try to touch this heart
That no one cares about.
The one that's sitting pretty
Underneath that big storm cloud.
Try to touch this heart
That doesn't seem to care.
The one that's made of satin,
But it's tough to rip or tear.
Try to touch my heart,
It doesn't need the extra pain.
It's got enough to handle,
With only me to blame.
Try to touch the heart...
Try to touch that heart...
Try to touch this heart...
Try to touch
EarthEarth,Earth1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I crawled to your surface again.
I had been tangled up in
passageways carved through
the soil of my mind.
I grew new roots
to find nutrient matter
buried deeply below
shallow hearts and shallow minds,
buried deeply within
distorted fragments of broken selfs.
I feel your support again.
You gave me back solid ground
below my searching, stumbling feet.
Embracing me with your weathered hands,
you give me what I lost and found:
A place, a whole planet, a home for my soul.
All Together DifferentI'll be your armAll Together Different2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
please be my leg.
We can not have too many eyes,
as every viewpoint is different.
My weakness is your strength
and I'll catch you where you fall.
all together different,
adapted just as much,
as required to make room
Because you are
what we have been missing.
We appreciate all your skills
and all our talents
are at your disposal.
Let us eternally rediscover
your new true self.
You are invited:
Be unique, be You.
Be curious, be Us.
Be part of the group
made of individuals.
WaterWaterWater2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
everything you thought you were.
What will remain
when everything that is
-just a temporary shell-
is washed away?
Can you stand
to be so shellless
your raw, naked self
tossed through the currents?
Or will you rather collect
forming a new shell
to dress your self in?
Burning HandsTheyBurning Hands2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
encourage me to keep my hands in the scorching fire
- just a little longer -
until I find a better, safer way to roast my food.
blisters on my hands
and pain in my mind
is not a reason to quit that job.
I should rather develop a proper resistance against fire,
How much longer
do you suggest I wait?
Would third-degree burns be sufficient?
Or do you want me to go right down to the fourth, bones turning to ash?
You know those can kill, don't you?
But you and they forgot:
the bones important here
are not those in my hands.
My backbone snaps back into place,
redrawing my hands.
There's more than enough food,
which I can digest
My mind, freed from pain, will find plenty.
And it will taste so much sweeter
without the bitter burned skin.
birdlike bonesit's like youbirdlike bones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wrapped your fingers
around my throat
and then had
the nerve to ask me
ContraveneShe's a champagne girlContravene2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all brittle hair and red-eye cameras
forged herself out of
decaying teeth and gray matter.
She writes in composites and static;
she rusted over leagues ago but
she's poised like splintered jaws and brevity.
She's fissured all her alloy bones,
tastes arsenic in your sympathy;
drown her in the benzene
brimming in her paper cup
and leave her clamoring for porcelain.
Empiricismshe grits her silver scalpel teethEmpiricism2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
runs spectral fingers through
alloy lungs, she's
dressing in hypocrisies, she's
stretching amber bones &
laughing & it tastes like
tragedy is written out of
mucilage & bathos
she will craft you out of integers & alkaline fluids
(she's a connoisseur of kids like us).
Mama today I killed a manMama, just killed a manMama today I killed a man2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger
Now he's dead
Mama I didn't mean him any harm
He looked so sad
Like he was all torn up inside
But Mama now he's dead
And I have ended all his suffering
Mama please don't judge
I could have sworn I saw him smile
As I pulled the trigger
I'm sure he took my hand
And thanked me for the shot
Mama he said he didn't want to die
But sometimes wished he had never been born at all
Mama he said he couldn't carry on
So Mama I asked him what he wanted
And then I helped him make his choice
Mama, Mama I'm so sorry
I didn't mean to make you cry
I know I won't be back this time tomorrow
But Mama please just carry on
In the end nothing really matters
No nothing really matters to me
Mama today I killed a man
He looked at me and said
That he wasn't happy anymore
Mama, Mama he looked so sad
I just wanted all his pain to end
Mama, Mamma the man I killed was me
Safety Instructions“Warning, weak and fragile!”Safety Instructions1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you labelled me,
because I broke.
“Replace when damaged!”
is your brand of trouble shooting.
You never read half the manual
before (ab)using the product,
otherwise you couldn't have missed this:
Important Safety Instructions
Note: Every human is breakable
without proper care and maintenance.
Caution: Too much pressure can cause mental injury.
Caution: Abrasive words might damage god's product.
Warning! Failure to talk things through can cause electric shock to the heart.
Warning! Persistent ignorance kills!
You didn't even read the signs written all over my face:
Caution, valuable, handle with care!
Nature's WindowsLemonade sunriseNature's Windows2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
seen through the glass panels
of a dragonfly's wings.
snakeI will slough offsnake2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all my feelings for you
like a second skin
for somebody else
to slip into
they marked me blue and yellow, mama.between graffitied walls and a lone, chipped sink, they watched me curl in upon myself and combust. it was the only way i knew of to stop the swirling in my hips and heels.they marked me blue and yellow, mama.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
a week later i found emma, the smallest of the vultures, kneeling at my altar. and with her wing-bones hunching and heaving, she mimicked my combustion.
but her eyes were violet when she saw me. violet and brimming with the emptiness of her heels. and i knew. i knew that this could not hold her the way it held me.
and mama, that hurt more than anything. her heels were empty. empty. empty. empty. the way mine should have been, if only you had kept papa away.
if only you had kept away the first vulture i had ever known. if only, mama. if only.
Return to Sender.... About Time.I know you think she's just making errors when you deliver her mail.Return to Sender.... About Time.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You bag always full of return to senders, her letters always seem to fail.
You like to wonder who she's writing, always a different address.
Is she looking for a long lost lover? That would explain that sultry dress.
Or maybe she has lost a brother, sister, or maybe a mother, and she's is trying to reunite?
You hate that look of desperation when she sees the letters. Black ink on crisp, closed white.
When you collect her correspondence it takes every bit of conscience to not look inside.
You can tell by the look in her eyes her soul is there with only the paper to hide.
Then one day you arrive and come face to face with a big surprise.
In the mailbox there is a note inside, rolled like a scroll with a red bow its tied.
Not addressed, no stamps, no name. What is this some sort of game?
You unroll this mystery
ChoiceWhen she thought about him, her recollection didn't fit the the person he once was, in her memory. So she had to go there, find him, and try and prove to herself that nothing had changed. Yet his face, you could see it in his eyes, was broken. The image he projected of himself was one that was violated and bruised. His eyes lit through his very soul but the colour wasn't right. They'd always been brown, but now they were grey, as if they were the very first part of him to give up living.Choice2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I want to die."
His strained words matched the pieces his broken body had splintered into and she gripped his wrist between icy cold fingers whilst trying to find the words that could convince him to change his mind. She wasn't shocked, but she was saddened, and she ran her thoughts through their best and most common memories to find something to convince him to breathe.
"When you die," she said calmly, "You don't get to feel the wind in your hair as you drive along an empty road with the windows roll
roadkillnotice how the truck will swerveroadkill2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to avoid the animal that is dying,
but not quite dead
Empty GravePlease contact your most trusted necromancer.Empty Grave2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
bedtime stories don't quite go this wayonce upon a time--bedtime stories don't quite go this way2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no wait, that's wrong.
let's not start our story that way.
you find yourself in your bathtub,
the water scalding
and risen as high as the rim itself.
you find yourself submerged
and screaming out for somebody to help
you are being drowned.
monsters as black as the sky
are tearing at your ankles,
cackling and pulling you down and out of sight
and water splashes out of the
tub and you are seeing nothing
but old memories that stick to your throat
when you can do nothing but cry.
you find yourself in your shower,
curled up in a corner furthest
from the water because
you are afraid that cold water will wash
away your sins.
you are afraid that if that water touches
you in the slightest bit, you
will melt like the wicked witch, and
you haven't felt enough suffering to die
in such an easy way.
melting is far less painful than the ways
that cross your mind when
water falls over your eyes and stings and
you can do nothing but make
Living in Metaphors You told me once the rain on the rooftop disturbed your slumber, not from the storm, but from the rhythm in the chaos. The thunder was discordant among the count you tried keeping.Living in Metaphors2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At night you’d wake breathless, not from nightmares, but from crushing claustrophobia, even when you were alone. You said the darkness felt so heavy, that it sat on your chest and tried to eat you alive. Mouth to mouth I’d bring you back, entwined, you’d share your dark and I would share a spark of life. And long did you lament the earth’s rotation for not allowing light to reside always on your part of the world.
Sometimes you were a child, but I wanted you, dear man, for all your faults, for all of mine.
You confessed that the stars made you lonely because they were so many, and even when I was with you we were so few. You sighed, “we are small and insignificant and when the stars twinkle coldly they are laughing at us...”
It was painful to
Abstract BoyMind over matter,Abstract Boy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ask the Mad Hatter
if he found a new form
of substance abuse
Pitcher and batter,
strike out the latter
unless the wooden bat
is hollowed for use
And the abstract boy
wants more than a toy-
his blankest canvases
will become obtuse
the will to pursue
what remains excellent
among the refuse
a debt to accrue
over a lifetime as
a total recluse
And the concrete girl
wants more than a pearl-
her deepest desires
will soon be set loose
Give him a reason
and give her a song
shouldn’t last so long
Give him the world
and give her a heart
Truth remains curled
inside of their art
Give him a focus
and give her a hope
His every opus
is her way to cope
Give them each other
and see how it ends
Brother and sister
as eternal friends
And the perfect joy
did lie in between-
of the Golden Mean