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.
Destination BeautifulIm a long way from anything amazing.Destination Beautiful9 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
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
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
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
Ich vermisse SieI wish to see your smile,Ich vermisse Sie7 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
ConformingConforming7 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
.::Longing::..::Longing::.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Moon's sphere spearhead night
Closed my eyes, Dreamed thy breeze
My rapture glance 'em all
Graze life into thy green shine
Starring straight to the furrow
Am I treading to the burrow
Or thy gentle beauty scorch the sorrow
Gosh, I really don't know
Day by day thy shadow enters
Tickle my soul thy longing
Close my eyes to thy sloppiness
Gosh, Completely insane my longing!
LA VDDERA HISTORIA DE PIN PONLA VDDERA HISTORIA DE PIN PON9 years ago in Humor More Like This
Pin pon era un muñeco muy guapo y de carton
se lavaba sus manitas con agua y con jabon
Se desenredaba el pelo con peine de marfil
Y cuando se daba tirones no lloraba ni hacia asi
..... Eso es lo k todos nosotros sabemos de pin pon....pero nadie sabia k habia pasado con ese muñeco guapo y de carton....hasta ahora....
Pin pon era un personaje ke vivia muy feiz en el reino de los cuentos y canciones infatiles... pero un dia pin pon fue invitado a la fiesta de fin año k ofrecia el raton vakero(k solo se dedikaba a sacar sus pistolas), todos reian y bailaban mientras pin pon se ponia hasta las chanclas con piñas coladas. Pero pin pon se olvido k era de carton y mientras bailaba con la muñeka fea, Pin pon se empezó a desahacer....
Los invitados aterrados gritaron, y presurosos llamaron una ambulancia, pero ya era muy tarde pues pin pon se habia aguadado y se rompio con facilidad al ser cargado.
Pin pon habia muerto y fue velado la noche siguiente en el palacio del rey de chocolate
Love PoemThere is a garden in her face,Love Poem9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, wait, I can do better than that.
Her eyes are as deep and dark as space,
like two black holes, their gravity draws
the mind in, won't let go.
That isn't quite right either.
Would that I were a summer's lake
and she the sunshine on my surface,
Man, that sounds pretentious.
I can't get it right.
The words won't spin, phrases
won't turn quite like they are supposed to.
The images, the metaphors fail me, fade
into rampant cliché.
It is better that
, once, at a party, you got too drunk
and I walked you home, held your hair
as you vomited, fed you, and let you sleep
while I read poems.
Fuck you "Ken"Im FatFuck you "Ken"6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I love the way you look. But Im Fat
I love your legs. But Im Fat
I love the shape of your butt. But Im Fat
I love your figure. But Im Fat
I love your waist. But Im Fat
I love your back. But Im Fat
I love the way your body looks. But Im Fat
I love the color of your eyes. But Im Fat
I love your lips. But Im Fat
The color of your skin. But Im Fat
you cant convince me that youre ugly, you use the word Fat like a four letter word. You see yourself as the world would want you to be. I see you through eyes you dont posses, you can borrow mine, but you refuse with distaste and harsh words. There is nothing I can say or do or show you that you are beautiful, Society is misinformed, inundated with the misconception that women must be Barbies, that you have to have the co
Les etoilesLa lune est mal comprendreLes etoiles6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tout le monde naime pas elle
Mais la lune ignore les étoiles
Les étoiles trouve la lune très belle
La lune soupire apres le soleil en secrete
Dans lintervalle les etoiles brillent pour elle
Mais la lune ignore les étoiles
Les étoiles toujours la trouve belle
Les etoiles nârretent jamais brillant
Bien que la lune ignore celui-ci
Les étoiles aiment le lune
La lune est très stupide
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)
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.
porcelainporcelain10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With your shining loving eyes
And your heart worn on your sleeve
You put your whole trust
Into one aching moment,
All for it to come crashing down
Upon your head.
Tears tearing through
As you miscarriage dreams
And fall into a monochrome melancholy world.
But don't forget me
When you're buried deep in sorrow.
Don't forget us.
Because everybody breaks,
And everybody falls,
And there's not always someone to catch us.
We're all porcelain.
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
.: When :..: When :.9 years ago in Open More Like This
Do you remember when?
Back when the world was not of sin?
Back when the day would not end?
Back when you had every friend.
Back when you where going to win?
I remember when.
Why did it end?
bittersweetIndeterminatebittersweet7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cant feel what its like to feel anymore
With the bittersweet of your quintessence
Still on my nostrils
Still on my tounge
Burning through like acid
Till im feeble in my knees
And I can scarcely breathe
It feels so pleasant to feel so flawed
The end wasnt supposed to expire like this
I was supposed to feel what wasnt there
And theres that bittersweet
I smell it in you voice
I taste it in your smile
Food for ThoughtFood for Thought11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Food for thought that won’t suffice
marked up to a very costly price.
Looking down at my plate it’s clean
it smiles back but with a sheen,
I was never one to lead the pack
life spent watching my back,
Paranoid plants grow in lullabies
feeding off thoughts of harmless flies.
Food for thought that won’t suffice
how long will I pay this sacrifice,
Looking back I was never bold
never did I seem to fit the mold,
Smoke away my crimson rage
write more words to fill the page,
Wander through the now and here
fate pulled me to another year,
The world is full of hate and greed
patronizing those who supply the need.
Food for thought that won’t suffice
peddled at markets for twice the price.
Front Page News"Hey! Mr. Miller, sir, I have that story you…" He let the door of the elevator close, shutting out the young intern and the rest of the 31st floor. God, he was sick of this place. People always yelling and screaming and running, rushing in and out and every which way, unconcerned about anything except for that ever ticking clock on the wall, sitting high above the bustling employees as if it itself were in fact the manager of the place. Or the overseer. Pushing and pushing them without so much as a word, its foot tapping impatiently as the seconds went by, unheard through the activity below, yet felt all the same. Its black whip raised high towards noon, poised for its impending fall towards six; the sting felt throughout the building by all those unprepared for when it hit.Front Page News8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And Sulzberger. Sulzberger did nothing but make things worse. Riding everyone as hard as he could, never satisfied with anything, even when he got the stories he wanted. Of course, that didn't make
GirlGirl8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eyes of ice
Pays the price
Hides her mind
Begins to slice
Weeps crimson tears
Release your fears
I share your pain
For you and I
Are one in the same.