leftoversthe worst isleftovers8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you're broken
and your body just keeps
trying to put you back
and there are shards
of your heart
where your tongue should be
they catch at your cheeks
and leave your chest hollow
but somehow still manage to bleed
and there's soul
dripping from your fingertips
like an IV
feeding the empty veins of all that you touch
until you've withered into
nothing but paper skin and splintery bones
the worst is when
your mind already knows
but the rest of you
can't seem to catch up.
She says it every day.She aches for something--She says it every day.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
.i've written so many poems.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
about love and luck and the
unbearable sadness that surfaces
whenever i think about you.
but you isn't a person,
you is a metaphor for the
birds suffocating in the clouds and the
leaves fighting off the wind.
and when i see flowers
all i can think of is death;
because i am a poet,
and my kind of poetry is the
kind that keeps me up all night,
as i memorize the ceiling
and count every minute
until the sun rises.
it’s the kind that makes me
wish for a bridge because then
maybe i could finally be free.
my kind of poetry,
it’s the kind that kills me.
birdlike bonesit's like youbirdlike bones9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
wrapped your fingers
around my throat
and then had
the nerve to ask me
it's like we argue every dayfragmented heartstrings bleed me a melodyit's like we argue every day8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that sounds more like a broken soul
than it does a song
we're just trying to figure out
when we dissolved into strangers
hating each other inside the same house
and we can't remember
when laughter turned to sobs
or when smiles turned to screaming
down the road, we lost track
of the first 'i hate you,' but stopping
means losing and we're too stubborn for that
so you scream me a verse and
i cry you the chorus
but the chords don't come out right
and i guess our piano
isn't tuned the way it used to be
because it used to be so beautiful--
and now all we get
but not my palmssomewhere along the linesbut not my palms8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
my heart got so deprived
that i fell in love with
every bit of affection
i could get my hands on
you were lovely
and i was lonely
and you fell in love with my voice
but not my mouth
fell in love with my words,
but not my palms.
and no matter
how hard i tried
i could not get you to love
the whole of me.
that was how i knew that
there was tragedy
in the little things, too.
you're hurting mePlease. My bones do not bend.you're hurting me7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
half moons upon the palmi wanted to fall in love likehalf moons upon the palm3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way that one falls out of a tree;
hard, with a loud bang,
like they do in the movies.
i wanted to fall in love to where
everyone knew i had fallen.
i wanted them to
see it in my eyes.
i wanted to fall in love like
the broken girl finds the boy that
i wanted to be saved.
i wanted to fall in love; hard,
people watching like our
story was a drama on the television
but i fell in love quietly,
i fell in love unsuspecting, without
thinking that it might've
been you. i fell in love yearning;
i fell in love like a mother
falls in love with its child.
i did not fall in love the way i
heart tearing with each step.
I lost my innocence, that day.When I was younger,I lost my innocence, that day.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there was a time where all of my friends
Girls wanted to play mommy and ponies
I wanted to play tag and race cars
and so did the boys
so we did.
Not a big deal.
I was six when I went over to a friends house for the first time.
He was really neat--
He had a box full of race cars and a bubble machine
that made the biggest bubbles.
One day, as we were having snacks
(because snack time is serious business, no matter what age you are)
I decided I wanted another one.
It was a stick of string cheese, and I was six--
clearly I was a growing lady and I needed my dose of dairy.
So I walked up to his mother and said
"please," because my momma raised me right, "can I have another string cheese?"
And I will never forget the hesitant look I got
the curious head tilt, the squinted eyes;
it's forever in my mind. It's always there.
Anyway, I didn't understand why it was so confusing.
Really, I just wanted another piece of cheese.
To be honest, I don't remember if she ever
fidelic whore-- this is appropriationfidelic whore6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
my sweet synchronicity ,
i have downed your appetite
in a bed of front teeth
(it is morning in perth
midnight in dublin, and the noon
sun has been lost behind
a dress of mothy curtains)
do i taste of
of love making;
do i reek of
the weeds that
the posture of your spine?
you bend over
my lap a curve of guilt
and weep all night.
i collect each knob of your body
like a gift. press it to my mouth.
i'm a paradigm of self-destructionsnap your marlboro bones &i'm a paradigm of self-destruction1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
grind them into watercolors -
bay-water boy, paint your brains
on the wallpaper like a sinner's
sermon; you won't wilt the way
that deities do, you solipsist:
you're just a suicide drone.
fouryou told me thatfour3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there was nothing beautiful
in sadness –
but i need to believe
that someone is going to see beauty
in the way the broken shards
of my heart
fall like loose teeth
from my sleeve.
and that maybe someone could love me
despite the albatross
around my neck
tightening like a noose
every time i think of the things
i've done wrong.
and i'm trying not to become
but it slides down my throat
like my bottle of writer's tears
filling up the cracks
in my bones.
you told me that
there was nothing beautiful
in sadness –
and i tried not to cry,
because i think
that's the only beautiful thing
sleepon quiet islandssleep8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
we are quieter--
breathing with the ocean's heave,
we called her memashe had salt skin,we called her mema7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
wrinkles that fell off her in waves
and seven greasy finger links with
diamonds at their tips.
tied to a wheelchair with
black licorice chains,
her stubby feet locked into
children’s sized shoes and gushing
with crimson at the souls.
she had ants tucked into the pockets
of her lungs,
her eye sockets bled with the
spirit of poetry and prose.
we found her sleeping,
caressed by a thick layer of
and enjoying a love affair
with the grim reaper.
HeartacheThere's a reason whyHeartache8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
both my heart and my gun
have empty chambers baby,
and it's you.
Unlit cigarettesYour heart doesn't beatUnlit cigarettes1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to the same rhythm as mine
but I want it to.
now here's to you, tomorrowDear you,now here's to you, tomorrow3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is just to say that you are beautiful;
that the earth you stand upon is as old as time
and you are not, for you are simply a moment
a star shining sand speckled pillar of brilliance
for which we make up stories to tell our children.
I, too, began the journey of scholarhood ripe with
(me with engineering marvels & ideas from the moon
& big shoes to fill),
perhaps too many
good intentions, a loaded spark rather than a
breathing ember, looking up & out for the scorching
radiance that lay just below the skin;
This is not to say that yours will bear any likeness to
mine or that you are governed by any relevant principles,
only that we share more than you might thi
All of Youacrylic paint crusts overAll of You3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the frostbitten razors
of your Armageddon days.
a storm is born every few
seconds in my saltwater lungs
and my mind is caught in
a torrent of just you and
our atoms collide, but
you slip through the
patchworks of my veins
and you're glad that we didn't immerse,
glad that you have the delirious surface world to your disposal.
congratulations, i guess.
you pick a crescent tide
from the mourning aqua
and then tell me i'm out
of my mind.
i think i might be out of
my mind, but this braking
music refuses to let me
slip from its dripping trebles.
i sink under the waves
but find that i can breathe
better than i could in air.
i draw you in with me too.
what use is the ocean if i can't drown?
Patricia, poet:she sucks the bellies out ofPatricia, poet:8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
biros as though they are
marlboros burning her
fingerprints into patches
of your pale
282 Days Into the Year and I'm Still Not LivingThere are probably more than a few times that I have gotten myself into situations I cannot undo without rattling my own bones. There are probably less than two times in which I have come out unscathed: makeup, check; hair, check; smile, check. In fact, I cannot remember a time where someone got hurt to a point of their lungs sinking back into their chest cavity and it wasn't me.282 Days Into the Year and I'm Still Not Living6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I cannot remember a time that I ever loved myself.
When I was younger—much younger than I am now—I craved attention. My mom used to beat me and my dad never talked to me and I had no friends because I was a freak (labeled: depression, anxiety, cutscutscuts, mayday, mayday, she's going to explode,) and the few friends I kind of hung around were only there when I acted fake and kept my mouth shut. I just wanted companionship. But, more than that, I wanted attention, any kind of attention I could get from anyone.
When I was younger—much younger than I am now&
leap through eternityi will sink my teeth into a supernovaleap through eternity9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to let the stardust and
slide down my parched throat and
wash over my intestines,
like a pebble
drowning in the sound--
I Can't Help It.It doesn't matter to youI Can't Help It.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I'm your hundred thousandth pageview
Or your billionth subscriber
Or the first to ever follow
Which is kind of hard to swallow
When every fiber of my being
Is continuously screaming
I hate you.
Well, maybe not hate…
But I do envy you.
Because you're what people want.
You're who they gave a chance.
You're who they want to know.
You are discovered.
And all I get is swept under the rug.
So the next time you need me to propel your popularity
I'll be right here
Already envying you.
Loving a WriterWhen you read their work –Loving a Writer8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it is work,
and you will often come second to the job –
it’s best to know which pieces are fictions,
which ones are wishes,
and which parts are for you.
side note: maybe i'm the sea.he stashes sandside note: maybe i'm the sea.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
between his wishing teeth
with the hopeless desire
to taste the sea.
packs of Newports won't get
him far, and
the extra air in his lungs
can't keep him afloat very long,
so it would better for us
if he just shrugged (again)
and walked away