Beyond AbeyanceI used to write of darkness.
Of a place so hollow and apathetic,
And my insignificant place inside it.
But silence was deafening,
along with solitude savage.
I suffocated on thoughts of oblivion.
And I floated there.
my realm of
It wasn’t until I closed my eyes,
That I dreamed of COLOR.
C r e a t i o n f l o o d e d m y l u n g s,
And jump started my blood flow.
I was given all the universe
.........Of which to shape into something b e a u t i f u l..........
S o I g a v e l i f e.
I t o o k c o n t
Good Morning"Good Morning"Good Morning1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I read those two words aloud
Imagining your voice
Your lips whispering
Them gently into my ear
And then I'd smile
And say "Good Morning" too
As I'd let myself remember
Just how much i loved you
But now I look down
And all I see are two measly words
Sent from your fingers
Instead of your lips.
And while I tell myself
Those two words are enough
That your love and mine
Can traverse a hundred miles
A thousand miles
And still appear just as strong
Just as pure
And I worry, I fear
That my love may not
Be enough to keep you happy
And that one day
Just the memory of you
Won't be enough
To keep my tears away.
And every time I think that
Every time I let my worries attack
I feel my heart begin to break
Because in my heart
You're becoming someone
I can't live without
Even though I already am
And while it might be
The best way to save my heart
I don't want to say "Goodbye"
So I'll just say "Good Morning"
And wait for your reply.
history remembers.i.history remembers.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
history repeats itself.
i realize this the fourth time i find myself on a couch
with the head of a boy i don’t know
between my stiff, nonresponding legs.
i realize this on the third sip of alcohol. on the fourth.
the fifth. the eleventh. the first time i black out. the eighth.
history repeats itself
and i am napoleon marching across russia
and i only pretend the water is poisoned.
i only pretend the earth is burned to ground.
i pretend that destruction is inevitable
and that help is not an option.
we got close, him and i.
sometimes you get so close to a person
you can feel their lips stiffen
when you try to kiss them.
sometimes you get close to a person,
under them, between damp sheets.
they never stop believing
that you are beneath them.
“help me,” he says. i say okay.
he tells me to sleep with him later
so i say the wrong name in bed,
but so does he;
he means it,
i say it because it’s the only way i can
My Beautiful MessShe smiles like the Cheshire catMy Beautiful Mess1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like her problems don't matter
Like the stars can speak
Like perhaps she can hear them
She laughs like she's mad
Like every moment is special
Like she controls her destiny
Like it's her last day on Earth
She loves like a child
Like she's not sorry for being happy
Like her pain is pretend
Like there are always second chances
if i could.1.if i could.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i’ll be honest with you;
there is a certain authority to being
somebody said once that writers struggle with reality
because we spend all of our time
constructing our own.
the truth is, life may be impermanent
but the details are not.
time has one direction
the past cannot be revisited
and history cannot be redone
with a red pen.
what happens, happens.
we are walking permanent records
that can never be expunged.
no matter how many orphans we pull from fires
no matter how many dying children we sing to
we still made our mother cry once
we still let our little brothers find us passed out
on the front porch when we were nineteen.
imagination is our primary retreat
because there, that boy does fall in love with us
and our first kiss is not spit on our chins
or misses landing on our nose
(maybe there are waves crashing in the background)
and we say everything right.
there, we have crafted a version of ourselves
that lives perfectly.
“if i could,” someon
Hello, how are you? "Hello,"Hello, how are you?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You asked me how I was but kept walking.
"How are you?"
Well I had prepared to tell you that I had lost my puppy,
As you walked away not really caring if I was fine or not.
No, not really, Miss Teddy is at home snuggled safely in her doggy bed
But she could have been dead.
You said hello, and asked me how I was,
But then you kept talking, making it clear that how you feel about the weather is way more important than me losing my brother.
No, no, my brother is fine.
He has just gotten married to a beautiful bride and is expecting a child.
You asked, "Are you okay?" A
UnforgettableFive years of usUnforgettable1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
learning each other,
loving each other,
before we took our vows
and began anew.
Twenty hours of travel
was well worth it.
The paradise we found
in that faraway land
took my breath away.
and a cabin in the rain forest
overlooking a black sand beach.
Our pale skin pinked under the Costa Rican Sun,
the burn soothed under a cloudless sky.
We watched glimmering stars,
brighter in the absence of city lights.
by foreign tongues and familiar arms.
An experience with no parallel.
Taking our commitment
and testing it
making it stronger.
I hiked on slippery rocks
to get to that special place,
to stand underneath that waterfall
To laugh with you,
to take in the wonder of the world
in your company.
To smile just because…
I married you.
shetar-tongued;she1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
bones & star-
fever burns &
25 Ways to Keep Writing Talk about your projects - share your ideas, progress and problems with the people in your life25 Ways to Keep Writing1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Write lists - to-do lists, shopping lists, wishlists, your character's to-do lists/shopping lists/wishlists
Keep a notebook in your pocket or bag and write down every idea, quote, observation that you find interesting
Listen to music that has inspired you in the past
Make connections with like minded people - join a club, find a writing buddy
Enrol in an art class - photography, needlecraft, writing, painting, cake decorating. Whatever you like. You might not be good at it but you'll be keeping your creativity alive. Stay creative.
Get a library card and use it - "Having fun is never hard when you've got a library card!"
Write in a different setting - go to a historical site, an open garden, a field, sit by a lake, find a nice spot in
Don't Judge People Easily"Hey you!" I called out to the popular girlDon't Judge People Easily1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
"What do you want?" she hissed at me with her bratty voice
"Do you remember the girl you called fat? She's now starving herself because of you."
"So? Why would I care?" she asked
"Remember the boy you called stupid? He actually is the smartest kid in school and now you made him feel like he was stupid."
"Whatever. Your wasting my time hurry up."
"Remember the boy you made fun of his laughing? His mother died 2 days ago, and you think laughing made him better, it made him worse.
She was speechless and looking guilty with the look in her face.
"Do you remember the girl that sleeps in every class and you called her "Miss Sleepy-Head?" Her mom gave birth to a 8th child and the crib is in her room. She has to take care of it, while you live a happy perfect only-child life.
She looked down at the ground and looked like she was having a hard time.
"Finally, do you remember calling me ugly, stupid, and fat?" I lifted up the right sleeve of my t-shirt
Space“I need space,” he quietly statesSpace1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But dear, what do you mean?
Do you mean you want the planets,
Do you mean you want the stars,
Do you want to rent a room, inside a great black hole?
An infinite vacuum,
a quiet location,
solitude for the soul?
Oh yes, my dear,
I’m sure you’ll find plenty of space in there
Oh yes, my dear,
It’s as empty as you.
A Little ThoughtThere was a little thought in my headA Little Thought1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A tiny idea with outlines undefined
But it wasn’t long before its roots spread
And it crawled in every corner of my mind.
It whispered things that I pretended not to hear
Then it made a mess of my already deluded brain
And led my actions as a skilled puppeteer
With thin threads stronger than an iron chain.
Soon it showed itself in its whole beautiful bipolarity
I dug my nails deep into my lips to chase it away
But after a few seconds gone would be the painful clarity
I’d lure it back, staring at the lines and observe their play.
It’s the thought that sings soft lullabies until the dreams come
And you continue to haunt me even when I’m asleep
So when I wake up my heart plays like a drum
Nothing I do seems to scare this confusion so deep.
I both hate and love the power you have over me
I’m terrified of the feeling I’m getting, that I am incomplete
I feel as if I need a mind wipe to once again be free
But then I wou
If You're Going to Write a PoemIf you're going to write a poem,If You're Going to Write a Poem1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
stop hiding behind words like mine and personal.
Give it to the world, open ended-
tell them, "I made this for you,"
because you did, even if
you won't admit it.
Spiralling To InsanityI'm sorry if what I say,Spiralling To Insanity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Might cause you to feel down.
It's just that I'm having a depressing day,
And all I can think of is the photos of the past,
Knowing that I cannot makes the memories last.
I'm sorry if I'm looking morose,
While you sit there analysing my face.
It's just that I'm having a nightmare tonight,
Revelling in all the paintings of the present,
Forever falling into another dismal descent.
I'm sorry if I cause you pain,
Inside your heart that loves me so.
It's just that I'm having a torturous time,
Being plagued by the sketches of my sanity,
Even though I'll induce the effects of insanity.
DrowningHow wonderful it feelsDrowning1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To fall back
Into the hands
Of the water below.
Unlike everyone else
Water envelops you,
Makes you feel light,
The only direction
You’ve ever known.
Your hair moves around you like
Seaweed on the ocean floor.
Bubbles that once
Had a home inside your lungs
Escape freely into the water.
And climb up higher
To the safety of the surface.
“This is what is left
Of my existence.
Little bubbles floating up,
Higher and higher,
While I sink,
Lower and lower”
And as you feel
The last bubble,
The last of your air,
Flow out of your lips
You couldn’t help but smile.
Even as your lungs
Screamed in pain
You ignored it
Like you’ve done for years.
Even with the water
You still managed
But not in sadness,
For now you were leaving.
Leaving the pain.
Leaving the sadness.
Leaving the hurt.
Leaving the cruel words
That others w
An Excerpt: She isn't her.SheAn Excerpt: She isn't her.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
what she feels.
fighting for what
he feels for
be falling in love
is in love
She is not her.
This is an excerpt of an unfinished set.
Response: He is not him.
You Are BeautifulYou Are BeautifulYou Are Beautiful11 months ago in Emotional More Like This
To the girl who cuts herself to bleed away the pain,
To the girl who starves herself because she isn’t “skinny enough”.
To the boy who takes drugs to “fit in” with the jock,
To the boy who is bullied for reading his books, rather than play boy magazines,
To the girl who believes she must strip down to nothing to get the love and compassion she yearns for.
To the man who feels like a failure for the lack of money he holds,
To the women who feels out of style for not having the newest trends,
To the teens sniffing drugs because it makes them a part of the “in crowd”,
To the teens who sits alone, because they have no crowd.
To the boy holding the pills in his hand to end his life,
To the girl with the fabric belt around her neck, feeling like she is worthless,
To the man who looks at his life in shame,
To the woman who looks at her life in despair,
To the one who is persecuted for their beliefs,
To the one who is persecuted for t
The feelings I can't expressTimes like this when I can’t find the rights words.The feelings I can't express2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Times like this when I find myself crying.
As I have no way to express.
But this pencil twirling in my hand.
Sometimes I’ll make art, and proudly show it.
Sometimes I’ll make shit, and quickly destroy it.
With either I find they both seem to end in the same way.
With a simple message, strewed through long and tedious words.
That could be said much simpler, and probably has.
But still I say it, for it’s all I have.
My DadWhen I was little, my dad was a superlative.My Dad2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
He was the strongest, the bravest, the most the best. No man could compete with him. He didn't just set the bar, no, my dad was the bar. He could do no wrong in my big youthful eyes.
When I became a teenager, my dad was nothing but wrong.
His expectations: wrong.
Means of discipline: wrong.
Opinions of my boyfriends: wrong.
And it was hard to understand how a man of such great stature could take such a fall. Especially to such a smart daughter like me, who was above the petty "ugh, my parents suck!" complaints of a typical teen. I, who searched for a higher understanding, could not possibly be at fault.
I'm older now. Still a teen, legally an adult, mentally going back and forth between the two.
But I understand now. I really, honestly understand; not the way I understood when I was younger, no, this is genuine understanding.
Everything my dad has done has been the result of nothing but love. My dad wants nothing but the
pretty little definitonsi have a dictionarypretty little definitons1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
hey, let's start with
a fragile little (adj.)
describing my take on the world
and yours on me.
a (v.) you've turned
into hell on earth for me
yet you can't even
begin to know
now we have
meaning not acknowledge, not returned
not even given a single thought to
yet another (adj.)
you'e oblivious to my effort, unseen
after all this
i might as well
"to give up completely or agree to forgo, especially in favor of another"
today you'll become metoday you'll become the sunsettoday you'll become me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with your muted blue eyes
clinging to the land, you'll breathe.
today you'll become the rain
with your sickly pale skin
clicking drops of moonshine, you'll cry.
today you'll become the pen
with your dry bone marrow
composing your own death, it seems.
today you'll become me
with your dreams identical to the ones I keep
hold my hand to keep me balanced, please.
HauntedEvery car from far awayHaunted1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
looks like yours
and I'm not quite sure
if I should stay and wave
or run the other way
because everything with you was bittersweet
and I don't know what to call you
my heart says you were mine
(my brain knows I wasn't the only one)
so I'm stuck with tasting
but never eating
I still see you in everything
in this old love song
in his face
on every street corner
I'm plagued by the thought of you
so tonight I'm dressed up real nice
to go on a date with a real nice boy
who brang me my favorite flowers
and says all the right things
(but he'll never be you)
and I'm trying to erase our memories
(but they're all written in pen)