She was mineShe was mine and I was hers.She was mine1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my youth, she taught me and she never left me in the otherwise still solitude.
In her youth, I adventured beyond borders with her that I never could have crossed alone.
We scavenged the fields. We skimmed the pond. We sat in the ruins. Together.
In my adolescence we walked side by side, taking in the sounds of the untainted Earth.
In her adolescence, she brought me tiny gifts of stolen life, covered in feathers.
In the end, we shared a long and silent understanding of each other.
We understood the time. The distances. The differences.
In the end, she became the Earth that we used to walk on with one another.
She was mine and I was hers.
.All that exists of what used to be you is an organ,.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
.A breach erupts on the constantly shifting, cerulean surface.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
as a difference in temperature enfolds supple skin.
Already the notion of insincere signatures and infinite pages
seem a world too far from here.
Colossal silhouettes materialize from all angles, speaking,
singing; A sound that rumbles through you,
reverberating throughout you, echoing.
A melody we may only wish to comprehend, a tune
that reaches beyond the things that will not wait for us
above the cerulean surface.
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
My ResumeGood reading comprehension,My Resume2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
adequate typing skills,
adept at mental math and making
statistical graphs from lists of information.
Experience with computer programming,
thorough proofreading abilities complemented
by an inclination toward triple-checking.
I can develop fictional hierarchies
to understand the social politics surrounding
and talk for hours about nothing,
rattle off facts about Isherwood, Turing, Nilsen.
Boredom doesn’t affect me,
I read the labels on everything,
pull the clutter out of my closet just
to put it all back in a less ergonomic order.
Three days is the longest I’ve been silent,
I can smile at anyone
without a genuine drop of affability,
and pace my apartment for minutes or days or hours.
Caffeine and nicotine and THC
are the only drugs I’ve recently ingested,
my hands are steady,
I can pick false dichotomies out of advertisements.
My patience for useless tasks is endless,
I can stand on my head,
almost suck my own cock,
What Became of Yesterday's Theatrics?Ode to morose pleasantriesWhat Became of Yesterday's Theatrics?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Their vapors swallow my day
Burden the winds with gloomy ember
Conjurer of sorrows I dare not remember
And stew in contempt
Estranged from beating solace
I am stripped of fellowship lively and bold
When heartfelt companions were squandered and sold
Recall the nights of quivering elation
Firm and whole
Young with promise
They perished along with the caring few
Fated to die aside the morning dew
Ode to quiet scorn
Bland with mundane worry
True wonders rot in its hollow reign
For dreary silence has become their bane
What became of the lightening’s flair?
Of the pursuant thunder that had its way
What of the restless chatter of youth?
Unknowing of the morrow’s loom
Unfazed by its devilish bloom
for magdalenei think i’ve figured out the reason you’re sad all the time.for magdalene8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it has something to do with your mess of a tongue, bitten through
and scarred from the times you’ve tried to hold your words inside.
stop doing that. let them out,
they’re not worth the blood in your mouth.
neither is your parents. and i’m not going to try
and tell you that they’ll understand one day
because some moms and dads never will.
but you’re always gonna have a skyline, you’re
always gonna have something to look forward to.
believe me, the world never ends.
not even on the days you want it to.
not even on the days when you’re looking
for gods in the weirdest places, like the broken
spine of the book you’ve read thirty-four times,
the front seat of your brother’s truck, the gap growing
between your niece’s front teeth, and all the other things
you find holy.
the world doesn’t end; and for that matter, neither do you.
the only thing i learned
the natural progression of thingstomorrow i will try to write you a postcard.the natural progression of things1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it will be hard, and i will spend hours trying
to think of a way to compress these last
three years into a single box.
‘Did you see the last Dodgers game, I bet you cried’,
maybe, or ‘Sorry I punched you in the face, I hope
You’re still bruised enough to remember me’.
yesterday, the neighbor asked for sugar
and i filled your old coffee mug to the brim
to give to him and when he tried to give it back
i said, “honey, keep it, no one likes Nickelback anyway.”
i wake up in the middle of the night because
of things like that, you know, wake up with a hand reaching
toward the other side of a too big bed, bridging the distance
like the Colossus. we are both struggling to make ends meet.
after all, most nights i still think i can feel the ghost of your
breath whispering over my wrists: a secret, a promise, a manacle.
i’m listening to your favorite band
at three o’clock in the morni
UndeservedI don't deserve to be an artist.Undeserved3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know how to hold deep meaningful conversations with strangers.
I don't lament at night about a lover I have lost.
I don't watch the white smoke ebb into darkness.
I don't spend lonely nights admiring the true beauty of the world.
I don't sleep restlessly from the truth of suffering within this world.
I don't lie through my smiles or struggle to create them.
But I do think I am a writer.
I am completely, irreparably damaged.
I cry all night over old words and emotional baggage.
I weep over my lost innocence.
I spend nights wishing for skin against my own
I long for insomnia to inspire me.
I beg for worlds to collide so I can breathe.
So am I writer really?
Or just another misguided artist?
We Traded Our Hearts for StarsFor every boy I ever kissed,We Traded Our Hearts for Stars2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
the trembling of her lips matches yours.
(Poet, breathe now.)
I should write this down,
the last piece I ever write about you.
You’ve been gone finding
constellations, ambitions, and things in between,
and this is me being brave,
dancing on the fire escape.
(I wore you like a bruise.)
drowning poets in the morningDear poetry,drowning poets in the morning2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I wear you like a bruise
- hold this against me.
A cup of tea
and an element of fear,
The jewels in my crown
Unfortunately we are
talking in their sleep
because I'm too afraid to fly in daylight
there's not a glass slipper left
so tell me the truth;
this is checkmate,
another book bites the dust,
and loneliness drowns
the confessions of a misguided poet.
Subtle BlameIn forty years the floor boards will be rotten.Subtle Blame3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This morning a garbage truck stopped at the house, but
their services haven't been required in several weeks.
A pill bottle sat in the corner of the bathroom.
Nobody knew that there was a spider inside of it.
Self DestructI pressed self destruct many moons ago,Self Destruct2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm sorry I never told you, I never let you know.
I told you when we started I was just a lost cause,
I wasn't seeking approval, I wasn't seeking applause.
You see I'm not as brave as you think I am,
Inside I try to keep it all blocked, like a river and a damn.
If only you could look into my soul and see whats going on,
Maybe then you'd understand, I feel I'm the only one.
And even though you broke my walls I't doesn't mean I'm healed,
Because even though I let you in theres thing's I never revealed.
You were my lighthouse in the storm, you were the one that felt like home,
I thought you were the one, I loved you, if only you had known.
Teacher's pet 11 -yuri-It's not like that. We really like each other. I think... "I-I-w-we-" I couldn't explain.Teacher's pet 11 -yuri-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She leaned closer and kissed my cheek lightly. "Well I like you too."
Woah. What is with these teachers? "B-but..."
"I want to be as close to you as she is..." She pulled me closer and looked at me.
Sure why not? It's not like me and Mrs. Star have real feelings for each other (I think). And Mrs. Star has her husband on the side and all I have is someone who says they love me just to get in my pants. So yeah. Why the fuck not?
I turned and pushed my lips up to her small delicate ones.
Not much spark.
I mean with Mrs. Star I felt the rush, the heat and the fireworks, all at once. But with her... it wasn't the same...
She hugged me to pull me closer, lips still on mine.
"ALEX KAYLA BROD!" A voice boomed through the library.
I broke away quickly and jumped up away from Miss. Foxx's lap, breaking from her hold.
"What the fuck is this?!" Mrs. Star yelling stomping over to me with anger in her eyes.
8 Things I Learned Before I Turned Sixteen1. you are stronger than you think8 Things I Learned Before I Turned Sixteen1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and when you tell other people this,
do not be offended when they start talking about muscle mass.
they will not understand until they wake up
one day and are disappointed to find themselves
2. reading books about thin people
doesn’t make you thin
just like writing poems about happiness
doesn’t make you happy.
3. make new year’s resolutions. even if you know
they won’t last longer than the shower
you make them in, do it anyways because
you’ll love the idea of the person you were
washing off of you with the dirt.
4. you’re going to fall head over heels
over ankles over fingers in love with a boy.
this does not mean that you have any right
to keep him.
5. someone won’t always be there to tell you,
“hey, good job on getting out of bed today.
good job on going to school and doing your homework.
good job on surviving today.”
but good job anyways.
6. change your hair color. change your s
Your Turnthings missedYour Turn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
planes not caught
boats not sailed
I Can Only Sell MyselfI am but a pen,I Can Only Sell Myself2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not even a sword.
I have naught but words,
No skill may I afford.
Truly it is sad,
That it has come to this.
But if you are in need of writing,
Then let my words bring you bliss.
So tell me, what would you have me write tonight?
hide and seekeveryone looks to the starshide and seek1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but maybe if we focused more
on the grains of sand
beneath our feet we might
just find something a little
Not So Wrong ValentineSeria: D.Gray-ManNot So Wrong Valentine6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ostrzeżenia: Moyashożerna Lenalee, gównianość walentynkowego oneshota ._.'
W momencie w którym otworzył oczy, Kanda Yuu wiedział, że coś jest nie tak. Przez błękitno-fioletowy witraż okna wesoło świeciło słońce, rzucając na ciemne ściany roztańczone plamki koloru. Powietrze wypełniał przytłumiony, rozedrgany ptasi trel, którego normalnie egzorcysta nie słyszał w swoim pokoju.
- Co do - mruknął, siadając na łóżku. Rozrzucone w nieładzie atramentowe kosmyki włosów opadły na jego nagi tors. Zmarszczył brwi, przecierając oczy wierzchem dłoni. W tym momencie jakiś ptak o wyjątkowym braku chęci na dalsze życie przysiadł na parapecie, kwiląc. Osoby przebywające na niższych piętrach i w najlepsze zajęte d
Astrologically Challenged“We need to ta- what are you looking at?”Astrologically Challenged2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Oh...but I thought you didn't like them."
“Actually, I hate horoscopes. They lie every single damned time.”
“Not to me they don’t.”
“Sure. You were saying something.”
“We need to break up.”
“I fell in love with you before you were the boy who sang about my problems in your songs, and before you tried to evolve me into your version of a better me and before I saw how you treated your neighbour’s dog and before I knew how much you believed in horoscopes.”
“What’s wrong with horoscopes?”
“Nothing, except for the fact that you never really thought of it as a novel idea that you share the same day as one twelfth of the world.”
“Well you aren’t-”
“I’m not so perfect myself, I know. You loved me better before you read my poetry and understood how damage
hairline .:commish:."Life is only ever crashing cars," she says,hairline .:commish:.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
resting the glass against her bottom lip. "It's all
sound and shrapnel
and diesel stains--" and she
takes a swig--
"and here we are,
picking up the pieces."
You top her up with her
favorite poison as the glass hangs loose
on pianist fingers. She smiles, shows
wouldn't I know?"
If life is measured in broken windshields, hers
runs deep and self-inflicted--
twisted drunk in a haze of
and chemical backwash.
And here you are,
some quiet ambulance--excavating venom
from her mess of scrapyard steel and
Teaching Summer to BreatheSummer will always remind me of hot, sweltering nights spent drinking sangria, through the dripping fairy lights of your bedroom window. A sticky, starry sky looked back at us, the glow of the moon almost golden in the heat. Fourteen meant we weren't growing up fast enough and a liquor cabinet key seemed to hold the answer to that problem.Teaching Summer to Breathe2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You taught me how to drink that night.
(You also showed me how beautiful it was to just hold your breath till your head spins and reality seems like it is going to fade further and further away.)
Six summers ago I met a boy who liked to tell me how much like summer I was. He was big boned and thin skinned and the first time I told him he wasn't mine to keep, he left handprints on my skin that reminded you of a canvas covered in autumn leaves that you saw in New York. Then you proceeded to break every single window in his house (Yes, even the one in the attic he loved so much.)
You taught me how to smile through heartbreak that night.
Please Don't Kill Yourself TonightPlease Don't Kill Yourself Tonight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People won't care if you go missing.
They won't care if the police find your corpse the next day.
You won't care because no one else cares, and it hurts to know that.
However, I care.
I care if you never see sunlight again.
I care if visiting your funeral will give you a peaceful afterlife,
even if going means going alone.
I care because no one else cares, and you need to know that.
So please don't kill yourself tonight.
If you do, then no one will truly ever care, except me.
Guardian Angel Yuri VersionI've always had a guardian angel. No one has ever believed this to be anything more than a simple dream, but I've seen her. The first time I saw her was when I was eight years old and a man I did not know was pulling me towards someplace I did not want to go. I was crying and trying to pull away, trying to get back to my mother. then in a blur of gold and white, my arm was freed and the creepy older man had disappeared. Even in the blur I swore I saw the large beautiful white wings of an angel.Guardian Angel Yuri Version5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As much as I regaled this tale to my parents, they never believed me and I had simply gotten in trouble for wandering too far from my mother's side. As the years began to pass, even I started to believe I had simply dreamed the entire encounter up. Then when I was thirteen, I had gone on a hiking trip with my class in the Niamori Mountains. At our noontime break, we stopped at a large clearing next to a steep cliff. We were all laughing and posing for pictures near the edge, despite our teacher'