Hoodie and a Prom Dress"Hoodie and a Prom Dress"Hoodie and a Prom Dress7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"...[I know] I can never bring myself to ask you these questions out loud. This, though, is yours - if you should choose to read it." -from The Memory Church, by Tim Sebastian
Last night, I burned a thousand letters-
All written to you, though I didn't know it.
I'm not sure why I burned them-
Probably some romantic notion of you somehow inhaling the smoke-
Understanding the contents in the process.
The plan, though, backfired in a way-
I'm the one who coughed and choked on the words I've wanted to say-
The smell of crackling paper has seeped into my clothes-
While newsprint covers the inside of my sinuses
Lining itself around my head- settling in the very place it started-
Aching for a successful penultimate release.
For committing the thoughts to paper is not the final release-
Nor is showing them to you, really-
Unless I tell you they were all for you.
I've waited for this line between us to shift-
I've watched it thicken, impossibly thicken-
And then, stret
Her Black Dress...Her Black Dress...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alone at last,
She takes her clothes off...
For one night,
And one night only...
She is all she needs...
She sees her black dress,
Bought almost a year back,
Tries it on to find it loose,
A small smile come to her face...
Looking through the mirror,
Seeing herself look back...
Holding her was someone important,
But once again,
Its just the mirror...
She goes to her table,
A voice in her head ask...
"Table for two?"
She hold back a tear...
Not tonight, just me...
She lights a candle...
And a storm beings to brew,
Imagines the man she once was with...
Almost a year ago...
She sips her wine and feels her lips...
Imagining the first kiss...
Could almost hear...
"You look beautiful"
The power goes out...
The candle half exhuasted,
A silhouette gleams on the wall...
The girl in the black dress,
Lets out a small cry...
Alone at last,
No one to care...
To hear she is beautiful,
From anyone else...
Except the echo in her head...
pretty dresslucy's in her pretty dress,pretty dress9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
playing in the dust
'take off your dress, lucy!
oh, you just must!'
mum runs over and claws
at her chest
'you'll ruin this one
like all the rest!'
lucy's laughing and
digging a hole
'lucy! why cant you just
do what you're told?!'
lucy's pretending the
hole is a grave
'you better watch out, girl
if you don't behave!'
mum is grabbing at the
bottom of the skirt.
lucy's dress is
covered in dirt.
'lucy! what did i say?'
and looks away
she digs the grave wider
and pushes mummy in
she covers her up
up to her chin
'lucy!' mum yells,
'stop it right now!'
i'd like to, thinks lucy,
but i don't know how.
so she kept on going
covering up mum's face
throwing dirt and laughter
all over the place
when the burying was done
lucy'd had her fun
so she took off her dress
and put it with the rest
PussycatSome people think I'm tough,Pussycat4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That I'm kind of mean in bed,
They think I have to call the shots,
Or else I'll leave instead.
I admit it might be true,
I may have been unfair,
I gave and gave and never took,
And hoped they did not care.
With you its all so different,
With you I'm not so fierce,
You and your dark chocolate eyes,
Sharp enough to pierce.
I'm running round in circles,
I'm all but turned around,
Can't work out which way is which,
You have me upside down.
I can't deny much longer,
My lies just fall down flat,
If you gave me half a chance,
I'd be your pussycat.
Echoed HeartsEchoed Hearts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Echo a heart of silence,
And the words will fill in,
All the gaps of the void so quickly.
Is this fear of silence,
Or just a desire to be heard,
Maybe it is a hybrid of both destinies.
The hidden heart speaks,
Of strong desires and wild dreams,
While the loud scene plays the docile home.
Is this the measurement,
That the limelight is meant to hold,
Or is there a wider star to be seen someday?
Quiet heart who wants to be seen,
But never cross the line into insanity.
The line no one can return,
When the sound is met with a final,
Gasp for air before the final no more.
Echoed thoughts and desires,
The quiet heart sings of these,
Without crossing to the eclipse of Madness.
Whisper in all ears,
The truth to silence,
And watch as sound manifests.
So hopeless to be known,
Well once more watch the sound waves,
As they bounce and transform in color and shade.
Echo the heart of the loud,
And hear the way the sounds carry,
To maybe one day turning a solid form.
Heart of silence,
ObliviousYou're the only one who cannot see,Oblivious4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This burning need inside.
This desperate want, this massive love,
I'm always forced to hide.
I want so much to tell you,
Just how you make me feel.
But I'll never have the courage,
To break this vocal seal.
You make me so confused,
So happy, so sad, insane.
And yet you never see,
The extent of all my pain.
I know its not your fault,
It's mine and mine alone.
I'm the one who fell in love,
The fault is all my own.
So I guess this is a plea,
Because you make my brain so hazy.
I need a break from all this hurt,
So please, stop making me crazy.
Dear DiaryDear DiaryDear Diary3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Saturday, the 15th February 1986
Well... Hello, book
I guess, diary.
One of father's women gave you to me. I guess she wants to brown-nose me. I wonder if she even noticed me. Normally they don't.
Know what? Dad will dump her soon anyway... Like always. I don't even know her name. Probably Mary, Sherry, Sarah.. Whatever. Father is never nice to them. He beats them. They cry. I can hear it upstairs. Women are so annoying. Weak. Stupid. Why do they always go back to Dad, when he hurts them?
Well... I don't really
Tuesday, the 4th March 1986
I want a sister a brother... But Dad doesn't want to get a Mum for me.
At least he gives me his credit card, so I can buy myself everything I like.
You don't possibly know a shop where you can buy mothers? Or siblings?
Just kidding, I know there are no such shops, at least no legal ones.
Gothic LolitaMy world is enveloped in a haze of ebony,Gothic Lolita3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is what I wear, this black laced Lolita dress;
This is how I live, in smoky shadows cloaked in dark sunshine;
Between life and death,
Even though each beautiful thing hurts,
I won't shed my tears,
As a whole card deck of memories fall into my face,
Too many sad and violent stories
A razor blade digs inside me,
Precise and sharp,
Tracing intricate designs upon my skin,
A red streak running through me,
A flash of coldness,
Letting it burn and shear through my entire body,
So hard, it imprints internal bruises,
Drinking up the essence like a bitter medicine.
the Dressthe Dress9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's a pretty dress
I've never worn in public
A kind of ebony blue jewel.
When I am by myself
sometimes I will try it on.
It's just cloth, but I feel beautiful for once.
I spin in circles
watching the beaded flowers dance
about my bare ankles
A simple joy inside.
It is then I realize
There is no one to see me
in this dress i so admire.
I dare not venture
Into the sea of plain faces
For the stares I cannot stand
as they laugh inside
at my dress I like to wear
when no one is around.
I am saddened again
as I hang my dress in shame.
I need to stop pretending
that love will find me.
I should stop trying to convince myself;
I know I am not attractive.
But somewhere inside,
On those nights
when everyone is gone
And I take out my dress once more
a thin hope arises.
Maybe someone, somewhere
Thinks I am beautiful.
For now it is I
staring at my reflection.
I am that person
that thinks I could have been
in some past life
A lady with high class.
Suicide You're Not Alone SuicideSuicide You're Not Alone 2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
You're Not Alone
Do you people know how many people die from suicide? If you do, you're probably wrong. Sucide is the 10th leading cause of deaths in the world, while its the 3rd leading death in 18 or younger. Factors are mental illnesses, bullying, depression, and intense pain. Physically or mentally.
If you're reading this, and your suicidal, please read on. Don't ever forget, out there, somebody really loves you for the way you are. I love you. Don't end your life. The pain you are feeling is temporary and will go away. Like people say, after rain, there will always be a rainbow. Please, if you are suicidal, get help. Don't think that after a while it will go away. It only goes away if you get help from people that love and care for you. People who think that it will go away are wrong. Its like saying that if you stand on a broken leg, it will get better. The pain you are feeling is warping your senses, not letting you think logically.