The Art of Being...The Art of Being...10 years ago in Teen More Like This
"Steph is good, the best I've been lately," she replied. "And how's Will?"
"Good, I'm glad. And, Will is good."
And this is the part where those genuine smiles come in, for the responses to those questions are rarely as they were.
The only invasion of their solitude was traces of light that crept through the stitches of the soft quilt. Side by side they laid and watched their fingertips brush back and forth as they held up the makeshift tent that sheltered them.
He rolled over and let his back hold up the blankets, resting on his elbows, his head above hers. He stared down and their eyes met.
"What?" she said, her face was unsure, but smiling. "What are you looking at?"
"Well, yeah, but...why?"
"Because ..." he said smiling. "You're cute."
He kissed her cheek.
He kissed her other cheek.
"...and beautiful, and I like looking at pretty things."
He kissed her lips. They parted and opened their eyes. His were green and darkened with eyeliner. He
This FoolThis Fool9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I didn't know where I was headed until I,
Woke up this morning.
I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and I,
Read the classified section.
I didn't know who I wanted to be until I,
Walked outside and saw the blue sky and the white clouds and I realized..
I don't want to be anybody but me,
I love the way I smile, I love the way I steadily breathe.
My hair is knots and so is my stomach,
But I'd rather be this fool.
Sometimes I'm a mess and I feel like I'm being chased by my past,
I just hold my head and wonder how long these feelings will last.
And there are times when I am a lost cause--a deer struck by an angry car,
Broken bathroom tiles, an eviction notice, a forgotten rock star, but..
I don't want to be anybody but me,
I love the way I laugh, I like the way I fall.
My steps are without confidence and so is my heart,
But I'd rather be this fool.
Everything in life changes--no matter what, this much is true,
The sun goes down, the moon comes up, the sun goes down,
The Tragedy of the Robot BoyThe Tragedy of the Robot Boy11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What a strange little boy, everyone thought
Because this little boy was a little robot
Others laughed at his cold, metal skin
And they teased him 'bout his head made of tin
He was often sad and he was often cold
But this robot boy had a heart of gold
He indulged in nature, he was fond of art
This brought him joy, and filled his heart
Then, one sad day that was dark and dim
The other children kept laughing at him
So this robot boy began to walk home
He walked in the rain, and he walked all alone
Unfortunately for this robot
Waterproof, he surely was not
He began to sputter and began to spark
Then, robot's world went completely dark
No more nature, no more art
No more twenty-four karat heart
All were sad as you can guess
For they caused robot boy's tragic death.
TheSkyWontBeBlueByTheTimeYou..Weak in the knees, you don't feel a thing.TheSkyWontBeBlueByTheTimeYou..9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm the one who ends up falling.
You notice my eyes light up everytime they land on you.
(i'm like christmas lights. you can be electricity.)
And you couldn't crack this smile with an 80 pound cinderblock.
You make me stutter.
I can hold my breath. I just can't seem to catch it.
It confuses me.
How come I feel everything and you're stuck at level zero .
We're in the same car- i'm going 90 and you're going backwards.
Fields on a monotonous drive fly by.
You don't talk anymore.
You're never in the mood to see my pearly whites.
(which aren't so white anymore.)
Everything about "us" is smashed.
portait of loveshe knew it was himportait of love9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before he stepped foot in the room
she know that the familiar sound
of pebbles slowly being crushed
could only be the footsteps of a tender but strong man
the man she loved
she loved the sound
it meant he was walking
returning to her
and she knew they were together again
when he opened the door
his scent immediately made her smile
so faint -most wouldn't notice it-
but strong enough that she never felt at home without it
and when he embraced her
and told her he loves her
she just smiled
Destination BeautifulIm a long way from anything amazing.Destination Beautiful10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
21 miles to be exact.
No time for calculations,
Im in a hurry.
So how about we pack up our
Necessities and you
Away with me.
Doesnt matter where we go as long
We can take our worries and insecurities and
out the window.
Watch them trail and fade behind us
On that one way road to
Destination beautiful right here in the front seat
Sunkissed shoulders and
One Sided Soul Mate?One Sided Soul Mate?11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lovers turn into fiends at the loss of all affection
[Almost like it was the fondness that kept them from being monsters in the first place]
And I could have used some admonition
I was on that porch all sunrise
Whimpering and sinking deeper into doubt
Could it be I am mistaken?
Is it possible for two people to need the same thing?
Is it possible for someone to want something as much as I?
It's just the lines, they get so blurry
Between what was once, and now required
And I don't know on which side his heart falls
But I know where mine is buried</i>
And it's so far from any inadequate longing or wanting
My heart needs this to keep
ImagineImagine11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Imagine, if you can, the line,
That's separating "Yours" from "Mine."
The rose, the blood, the heart divine,
That's set in ice, cut crystalline.
Imagine, if you will, the pain,
That's separating "Loss" from "Gain."
Vampiric demon, she is lain,
Yet beauty, lovers, will remain.
Imagine, if you could, the guide,
That's separating "Loved" from "Lied."
And as you watched her, she still cried,
The kiss of death; her victim died.
Imagine, if you would, the speed,
That's separating "Haste" from "Heed."
The lies of life this girl must lead,
The blood that she must take to feed.
Imagine, if you may, all this:
From devil's love to demon's kiss.
A mortal life this girl will miss,
To have, instead, Vampiric bliss.
Burn the BibleBurn the Bible10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Burn the Bible
Curse the Koran
Fuck the Flag
All flags, All these
Fuck your 'ism, schisms, and the horse you rode in on
Fuck the homophobe Pope,
and the shadow of the Constantine's cult
A merchant in Mecca hates his wife,
Gets divine revolutions from heat stroke divination
For the god given grace to keep his women at bay
Practices polygamy, kills the pagans for heresy
And now they're strapping bombs to their cocks
For heaven's whore house
The Bastard of Bethlehem
Burden by being a son of a women
Makes the myth his own
and teaches us all to hurt no one
burning witches, Jews and Gnostics at stake
are proof we never got the message straight
Have no presidency
Have no government
Yes, be an army of one, a nation of one, one in communion with all humanity
Collide Mars and Venus
Close generation gap
Include a right-armed albino lesbian Eskimo
into the left-armed albino lesbian Eskimo club
for the sake of nothing sacred
RyeAndAirI was thinking you make me feel things that I couldn't buy with a million bucks.RyeAndAir9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You crash my train of thought with
"Let's never talk about this or bring it up again."
"Okay. I agree."
I cant figure out what lies even mean anymore.
All I know is my eyes sting and my throat isn't working very well.
I manage a small wave and walk away as fast as I can without actually
b r e a k i n g i n t o a r u n .
Tonight I'll take pills and fall asleep with the t.v. on.
You called after me "Darling, we'll be seeing eachother soon."
I love you. And I'll never look you in the eyes again.
I woke up on the upstairs floor.
And took the elevator to the clouds.
Your sky blue eyes dont seem so deep up here.
as they did when we were at the bottom of
the ocean and every breath
I dragged in made
but it also meansIt's mundane,but it also means8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the soda aisle
and my wandering, walking up
then down. I frown to distract.
And buy the soda you love
because you might, you
might be here to have it. Though
with I need a drink.
I don't need a drink.
The same strength, faux-weak
ness that I will always have,
and tell myself I learned from you.
I buy it, afraid I won't like the taste,
or maybe I will and it'll be there
for a few days squishing along inside me.
It's just fucking soda, but it also means
I still love you.
BreakEvenAtDowncast.I remember staring at the cracks, looking for where the rain falls through.BreakEvenAtDowncast.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those yellow walls seemed to stifle me
when my father called and told me he was sorry
And he loved me.
Tears threated my eyes with that beautiful commodity.
(No one knows the semantics behind "I love you")
I stared at the sky until the stars behind my eyes collided.
Thinking "This will never be something that keeps me awake."
(From then on, everything kept me awake.)
The bird on my window said
"Hello, my wings do not work."
I pushed him off and learned how to deal with grief.
A lady walked in and confided
"Hello, I do not feel like breathing."
I walked her to the ocean, finding out that a ship wreck has its afterglow.
And walked back Home alone.
if I am nowhere am I everywherif I am nowhere am I everywher12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am talking to her saying our roads
will be all that's left; that our avenues
will turn to altars, set in onyx.
look what we remember of Rome,
all pavements and temples
arranged like vertebrae in dirt
that goes on living, full with prayer;
and as I say this, it occurs to me that in a Mexican bar
in Florence I might disappear
to the streets and run, eyeless
through an eyeless crowd,
(take me, Florence! I am a son among these heartbroken stones,
take me from the marble block lift me out!)
to laugh hysterically; she is pulling me,
her warmth comes breathlessly from the air;
we are foreigners,
we are rain. (I am inventing this,
all of this happened elsewhere, another night)
her face turns to laugh illuminated
and everything else wobbling is blue
and forgotten; lifeboats drawn away
from our bodies that are continents
moving full with rice and squash and sins
named in small homes before saints and fire;
listen. I was not there by the long bar
when everyone turned and pulled us
into the st
ConformingConforming8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Conforming to the Counter Culture: Costa Mesa's SoBeCa District
Maybe it's the rusted metal bars intersecting dangerously overhead, or the graffiti that covers the walls on either side, but something about this place leaves you feeling like you've just walked into the wrong side of town. And you're not really sure you want to leave.
It's 6 p.m. and the lights have finally come on in this small, post-apocalyptic alleyway, spilling over the enormous slabs of concrete and broken tile that scatter the ground. Each of the buildings that line the edges is distinct in its own respect, causing the place to look almost like an abandoned art gallery. First there's Arth, a hat store with a devotion to combining art and fashion; then there's Blends with its refrigerated shoe and clothing selection. The two lime-green shipping containers to the left come together to form the Artery (a portmanteau of the words "art" and "gallery") and tonight's performers can be heard tuning up all the way from the
Fragments of Truth.I've had butterflies in my stomach since that night you held me close, pressing your hips to mine, holding me as if you'd never let go, as if you were afraid that if your hands left mine that the tide would rip me away and I'd drown in this sea of separation and loneliness.Fragments of Truth.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't think that you know I was born with gills, that I've breathed loneliness and need and want for years, and that I'm holding my breath every moment I'm with you.
Maybe you don't realize that I've been drowning in you ever since that first night when you smiled at me in the darkness, and our hearts clicked together like magnets, maybe you don't understand how far out of my element I am.
Since forever, I've lived my life within strict confines. My heart rarely left my chest. You refuse all my rules, pull my heart away from me and force me to want you.
And I know that you don't care half as much for me as I do for you, as I watch your fingers dance over ivory piano keys, wooing me with love songs, written for oth
Ich vermisse SieI wish to see your smile,Ich vermisse Sie8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the one which will be
so warm and sweet.
That it shall melt my heart
with the joy that I will feel
because of it.
that make me smile
Happiness to my eyes
that stream down my cheeks.
You weigh heavy
on my heart and mind.
Memories that never fade away,
burned into my mind and soul.
I need nothing to remind me of you
Nothing fades us from memory
The thought of you
makes me so happy yet so sad.
For you see...
and not having you with me
to share my happiness
makes me sad.
Because I miss you so
Smouldering Graffiti SleepSmouldering Graffiti Sleep8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(This poem's due to be published, so I've taken down the text for now as a courtesy. Will delete it entirely once all is confirmed)
A Different Kind of MasochismI wake to the buises you leave on my soul,A Different Kind of Masochism5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
invisible scars that bleed when I breathe,
and I have to remember
how to hold myself together
after you've untied me.
My nights echo with me screaming your name,
the taste of your smiles still warm on my tounge,
and I relearn how to sleep
with my dreams and cold sheets
after you've released me.
I cry out only "harder", "deeper", and "please",
tears a childhood trinket that I sold long ago,
and I paid in my blood
for the pain of your love
after you have healed me.
My days begin with the ache of the night before,
your scent heavy in the compartments of my heart,
and I breathe you in
like a deadly sin
after you've unbound me.
the officious uterus"get intimate with my uterus," she saysthe officious uterus10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i'm slowly backing away towards the door,
"because it's really about You and Us;
it's true, there are no ifs, ands, or buts about it."
i can't believe she's actually saying this,
summoning post-feminist bumper-sticker wit,
trying to draw me in with cheap vaginal advertising.
she'd already knit a pink yarn uterus and airmailed it,
enclosed a hand-written card in the package -
"My heart pines for you,
my no-no place bleeds for you."
once a month, every month, usually around a full moon,
she tries to pull this silliness like a tampon string
and i'm repeatedly convinced she's crazy.
so i called her the next evening and said
"sorry, darling, but i'm not ready for this
sort of commitment, not to you or your Uterus,
so i g
Black RoseBlack Rose11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fragile and tender
quick to surrender
beautiful and kind
we are interwined
quick to love
slow to judge
great are you,
black rose of mine
I will love you,
for all of time
you sway in the wind
I pray your hurt comes to an end
be strong and live
never give in again
stay the razor from your arm
no more self inflicted harm
may your last be your last
let the past be the past
live in the present
let me remove your torment
I will love you for all of time
beautiful black rose of mine
2669-B2669-B9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
In the early hours, when he is still asleep, she begins counting the tiny black and white tiles plastered to the ceiling of their flat. Some are chipped, some are covered by a layer of dust, and some are not tiles at all, but cockroaches in disguise. By 143 he has stretched his arms and kissed her neck, by 206 he has tied his shoes and lit a cigarette, and by 262 he's always gone. She knows that the smell of coffee will dissipate by 329 and that if she can bother getting out of bed to call her worried mom for once, or even just go to the damn bathroom, he will be back by 2338.
If she counts slowly.
Sometimes, late at night, when she has named all of the constellations she knows without the familiar sound of his second-hand car pulling into their garage, she likes to sit and ponder, with a bottle of Jack Daniels, where she went wrong. She wonders if by living here with him she's wasting away the best years of her life, years she could have spent at college in order to get a job and b
Surviving HerShes trying to drive me crazy. I know she is. There is no possible way that this is incidental. She stands there, pushing her hair gently behind her ear, taking drags off those nasty cigarettes of hers, and she looks so bored with everything. And then she smiles at me. That would be the beginning of the end.Surviving Her8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
She climbs into the car with me and sings off-key to every fucking song I used to love. Then we get home and thats when the real wild times begin. I cant watch movies without wanting to fuck the lead actress. Listening to music with female singers is a death wish for my afternoon.
Since she moved in five months ago Ive learned so much. Ive learned that the sky in fact is not blue. Nor is it really up. Ive learned that its not necessarily obvious that Arnold Schwarzeneggers face in Commando HAD to be pai
NineI would like to be insane andNine7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
have my womb blinking behind my eyes,
to roll over in the pits of night and
find my ovaries in my cheek.
I'd chew them like gum and
blow bubbles of nonsense
then make a battery farm
of my tongue, sit on my tastebuds
and hatch something ridiculous to say.
I'd love to be able to lay
eggs in my earlobe, drip yolk
through my smile and sneeze
omlettes - intimidate chicken
farmers with my crowing.
Let me be crazy and build nests in my
fingertips for madness to breed in so,
every time I point, I aim psychosises
through a single bone-barrel
and run the risk of shooting.