seven is lucky, eight is infinitysuddenly all the pizza grease songsseven is lucky, eight is infinity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are about you. all
of my intrinsic, righteous habits
are a closed off vessel
of God’s deduction of you. seven
eighths of my day
are earned and spent by the
my imagination over your silence.
you have stumbled on to a path not
destined for you to take. you
are turning circular tables, never
changing, do you not
see the irony in that?
i imagine you walking
my unfamiliar, light-devoid
road of the void in my experience
as a human being. you see, i am still
suckling and giggling
half-God at the idiots in weed school
and mediocrity is my forte, i’ve
been told; i know only,
how to walk the earth lightly, how
never to hint at your dismissal
and existential uprooting.
i am a door creak so quiet you don’t even move in your body
high. her sighing wakes you up; in her arms
i imagine you feeling
thinner and so,
so naked, just like me shell-shocking you
with my acute, unbearded
you deserve a poem, you need
Monday Morning (I Know)It was mentioned casuallyMonday Morning (I Know)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the breakfast table:
“A boy from school
committed suicide last night.
Did you know him?”
I know the way
the night sky wrapped itself
around his shoulders
and ripped itself away,
and how to him, light-years
were a measure of time
and not of distance.
I know that darkness
was darker for him,
and that light was
always too bright.
I know that smiling was painful
in all seventeen muscles,
and that it was a relief
I know that he carried
the depression on his shoulders,
and that he spent half the day
hiding it away from everyone,
and the other half
wishing somebody would notice.
I know that he was the best actor,
and that everyone believed
that his eyes sparkled from happiness
and not from tears.
I know that he was so good,
he never had to lie and say
“I’m fine,” because
nobody ever asked.
I also know that today, the halls
will echo with silence
and the occasional small cry,
courtesy of the people
who never really knew hi
Capgras delusionI read about people whoseCapgras delusion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
brains one day
decide a lover's eyes are
too right framed by a voice
and touch like soft fur in
your lap, on your face
and remembered you drinking
before you crawled
in on me, abuses soaking
and matting down around
your lap, above your face.
I remembered that first time
you had me just leave
it for you and I heard you
dunking your head in lukewarm,
filmy stranger. You sat beside
me later, dripping tears maybe to
your lap, from your face
and as the drain was pulled, there was me
still clipping nails, leaving them out
for you with milk and old hairs from
the pillow, your eyes' light straying often
to my lap, but not my face.
Come into my Little Blue Box, You will see...Come into my little blue box,Come into my Little Blue Box, You will see...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You will see.
There's a whole universe out there,
Waiting for you, Calling to you.
Anything you can imagine
Can be yours, will be yours.
Events will take place, rare things can take place.
Some call them miracles.
So if you hunger for adventure,
Wish for mystical worlds,
Want to triumph over unknown dangers,
come with me!
Come into my little blue box,
You will see.
Icy TownThere's a place inside my mind called "icy town"Icy Town2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It is a beautiful place but sometimes it is a nightmare
There lives my friends "they"
It's like a paradise and hell just for me
And the truth hurts, it hurts
This world may have its wonders
But it has a dark secret that only I know
That world just does wonders to after turn into nightmares
But I always wonder why they do
To confuse me, scare me or to drive me crazy
Do not know
Just know that this world is my prison mental
Wall of glassThrough my lifeWall of glass1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've built a wall
A wall that surrounds me
And keeps me away
From the world
It looks solid
But it's fragile
It's made of glass
And I wonder
How long it'll last
And who will be the one
To shatter it
And reach the real me
That lurks inside
Silent Killer.silent.Silent Killer.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why I CryWe’re just friends, and that’s okayWhy I Cry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m a coward, but rather that
Than risk it all on a turn of pitch and toss
And say “I love you”
Like I want to so badly
They say that loving someone who doesn’t love you back
Hurt more than anything in the world
They are wrong, what hurts the most
Is loving someone who feels the same way
But still circumstances keep you apart
And she doesn’t know that effort it takes me
To keep smiling when we are talking
While at the same time I am breaking apart
Like she can’t see my hand caress her cheek
On the screen, as I purposefully keep the camera pointed away
I love her and I cannot hold her, kiss her cheek
And that is why I cry
Can you think of a better reason?
Mo (1,315w) The first time they met, Mo smiled. In her head, the girl knew that smile was one that the world would call “ugly”; however, she was still a child so her heart was bigger. Her heart smiled back.Mo (1,315w)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a wintry Friday in February. Beth was almost thirteen—possibly the worst almost in a girl’s process of growing up, the almost of never catching a break from her own mirror and wishing her body would just make up its mind already. She poked at her soggy corn flakes and plucked at the itchy new strap of her bra. Wished her breasts were either big enough to actually make some shape, or small enough that she wouldn’t have to bother. Her parents lounged their way into a late morning with black coffee and yesterday’s crossword puzzles. This was a typical family snow day: nothing out of the ordinary was supposed to happen in t
Just Smile...Perhaps I should confess to you,Just Smile...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I am trapped within this box of crushing insecurity...
Screaming as I shatter my nails against the wall.
But I'm sure you'll tell me to just smile and wave.
sunday girli watch you shuffle through the kitchensunday girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i can feel my fingers softening
and my mind crashing but there are so many
things i want to scream at you, like:
how on earth did you learn to love me
when there are continents forming between my ankles,
when i'm stuck in the middle of a road and there's
a car coming right for me and i just stand and wait,
and how on earth could anyone
have so many freckles between their shoulder blades and
why is it that when you nestle your stupid head into
the spaces between my ribs all i can say is
that your hair smells like September 25th, 2012,
or how your eyes look like pages of an atlas
and that i want to read the whole thing
some people say you can miss somebody before they've even arrived.
i just tell them, "i know."
Heard. well,Heard.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you're a peacock with colors like hearts
but you don't seem to flaunt,
and maybe that's why I can look you in the eyes.
Lingerhow can i move forward,Linger2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the fingerprints of my insecurities
are still lingering within my chest,
pressing against my ribs like piano keys?
i am just waiting, for the day,
when the saddest parts of me
are overcome with songs of serenity.
Simplicity is Never SimpleWhat if life was simpleSimplicity is Never Simple4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like if the sky was always blue and didn't fade in and out of grays and purples
And mood rings didn't lie
You could just look at someones finger and know how they felt
Where butterflies mean spring and rain never pokes holes in their wings
Where bullets were only meant for targets
And boys and girls mature at the same rate
Where drinking means water and drugs are for headaches
What if we only saw in color and never in black and white
If artists and athletes were paid the same
And freckles were gifts from the sun
What if life was simple
And there were no what ifs
EnceladusIs this what it means to be overthrown—Enceladus2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
reduced to a mere satellite, a scale
of someone else's might? My scales, my own
heart, are no longer my own, so I ail
beneath the gravity of an immense
mass, like a giant shackled by a god.
I want upheaval, an earthquake, intense
destruction, and I want the world to laud
me as its maker. I want to rage, strike
out, trumpet a whole planet to arms, but
each complete revolution leaves me like
the one before, in just the same place. What
can I do but bide my time, surrender
(for now) to this great system's defender?
JubileeYour smileJubilee2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is the most beautiful vision,
the way your eyes light up
and your tender lips
curl up so perfectly...
Especially when your smile
is all for me.
I want to see your smile
all the time,
to be driven by its loveliness
and to ensure
that your lips never have need
of any other shape,
no other expression but joy.
Some men want the world,
to take power and fame,
to go where none have ever walked
to find the meaning of this world,
yet I have found
all of the meaning I could ever need
inside of you,
and there is no vista on earth
than that of your smiling face.
And I want to do everything,
to see your smile
across the kitchen table,
to hold your hand
walking down the sidewalk,
to stroke your hair
as we cross the Verrazano.
Your smile makes me smile,
transforms my heart,
sets my soul alight
and there is nothing I wouldn't do
to keep you smiling,
and, my dearest love,
this is merely the beginning
of the jubilation
we shall share together.