Fake ItAmong the loveless,Fake It11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
love is a counterfeit currency,
your coin as worthless as mine.
Those who wore these genes before me
squandered their birthright.
Neither of us have credit enough
to support an advance. You and I
must struggle to redeem our bankruptcy.
too loud to hear. our world istoo loud to hear.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
so full of noise
is the loudest
I Lost My GlassesI lost my glasses.I Lost My Glasses2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I thought I left them on the table, but I checked and nothing was there except something sharp. I have terrible vision; everything is so blurry, I can't make out shapes.
I move through the house, feeling around. My wife must be painting the walls. I see dark shapes on them, and they're wet to the touch. It's so quiet it the house...
I step on something wet and squishy. I really wish the kids would not bring the pool toys in the house.
I look in the kids' bedroom and say, "girls, have you seen my glasses?" No response, but I can see a lump under each of their blankets. They must be sleeping.
I check the bathroom, but the lightbulb went out. I feel around, and my hand touches the counter. I hate it when the kids splash water all over the place. It's thicker though... soap?
I go into the bedroom and see my wife standing near the window. Of course I could only see her blurry shape cause of my terrible eyesight. I'm getting old.
"Hunny, have you seen my glasses?" She didn
the city swallowed the sky. it was only afterthe city swallowed the sky.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the stars were
gaudy city lights
that we started
statuesquei glimpsed you in moldered limelight,statuesque11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
marbled-marvel Sun God mine.
your stone-glazed gaze is ingenuity.
strategist to millions of men--
life or death in a word
crumbles crudely between that
frigid, fright'ning sneer.
if i could knead blood and brazen glamor
betwixt your granite-knit
trapezoids and pectorals,
press power to your stone-honed
thighs, and sigh histories golden
into your roar-rugged lungs,
would you stand on shattered feet
move, and crush the world?
we have forgotten what
mineunderour few silver liningsmineunder11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
were better off
deep and pure
BeyondBeyond11 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
How we're confined
in gravity's narrow cell!
Yet still we can see,
we can be overwhelmed
by blinding reality.
BargainBargain11 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the robe of blossom
is too soon in disarray.
For feeding insects
the feast is brief. Though petals
fall, pollen has been exchanged.
PreludePrelude11 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in the key of light; minor
supplants the major
at the edge of night, the theme
for endless variation.
AidYouAid1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
saw salty trickles
running down my face.
heard my tremulous voice,
my desperate thoughts.
saw the tormenting pain I caused
to me and to others.
heard songs I wrote,
know the dark sides
of my soul.
see those crimson lines,
knowing that I´ll never forget.
You see my chimerical flight.
But you´re still here. By my side.
You are my warm embrace, you hold me tight.
Soon I´ll understand:
Everything is going to be allright...
StackedStacked11 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The blind rocks support
pebble towers, short-lived proofs
of an intention, an act.
A fragile order set up
in defiance of hazard.
don't leave me behindThis world I travel throughdon't leave me behind11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
is much too big and my feet
are much too small.
I fear the space between us
will swallow me whole.
glassi didglass1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
what your shaking fingers asked me to do,
the clattering of your bones,
and the ash that is your flesh,
saying everything that needed to be said.
to this day
i can still hear the way the glass shattered
and broke into shards
that we never thought would cut our skin-
we were wrong.
they say glass cools so quickly from lava
that it doesn't have time
to form crystals
into a set, steady pattern,
and maybe that's what happened
to me and you.
Suicide.I'm on my hands,Suicide.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm on my knees.
You've got me begging,
Please don't go;
Don't leave me here.
Just hold me close,
Don't hold her near.
You were my life;
Now on my heart
You've left a mark.
It's a large mark;
A break, you see,
That's slowly dominating
All of me.
So now you walk;
You walk away.
Not knowing that
I will die today.
Anxious HeartAnxious Heart3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm the happiest I've ever been.
That's what I was told, from her lips.
I would stroke her hair back over her ear
And look into her eyes with an amorous grin.
You are the best boyfriend I have ever had.
A set of words greedily grabbed by my heart
And written on its eternal notepad.
I savor spending time with you.
I like the way you treat me.
I love the way we lay and hold each other.
I remember how annoyed you would get,
When another woman would make advancements.
I am glad that you wanted them to know,
That I was your's and you would be upset.
I reach over to what used to be your side of the bed,
Only to brush the air and realize that you are not there.
Now that the dark veil has come over my vision,
I ponder if your feelings were misread.
Don't ever let your love refrain.
I genuinely believed that, I truly did.
All my soul feels now is strain.
I am delighted that you do things for me.
You always say I am beautiful when I doubt it.
You mean it when you say I love you.
I am gay.I am gay.I am gay.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't wear pink
No, I don't paint rainbows on everything
No, I don't listen to shitty pop songs
No, I'm not happy all the time
No, I don't run from a fight
No, I'm not a fruit loop
No, I don't put hearts over my i's
No, I don't find every male attractive
I am gay.
Yes, I listen to metal
Yes, I can throw a punch
Yes, I can go without brushing my hair
Yes, I can curse as well as the next man
Yes, my voice is low
Yes, I like watching bloody movies
Yes, my handwriting is sloppy
Yes, I tell women they're beautiful
I am gay.
There aren't requirements to it,
Or rules I have to follow.
I am gay.
I am myself.
TeenagerI'm not smart so I can't read the signs,Teenager1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But when you always think and dream about someone
And keep doodling their face in your notebooks...
Does it mean you're in love, that you've finally fallen?
It's like pins and needles, but more like acupuncture,
Because lost in thought, I lose track of time,
And later get yelled at for not focusing on anything,
Yet those very thoughts keep me calm.
I'm not a lover or a fighter because I am weak
In strength of arm, of heart and in will.
I guess you could call me a coward in a sense,
Though, if I'm hurt, I can't promise I'll stay still.
But that someone...their words are like time;
They can heal all wounds, inside and out,
But you can never think of going against them, like ever,
Partly because you're afraid of their brittle heart.
It makes it harder when you keep them oblivious to your feelings
But it's also scary because you fear rejection.
I think it's part of human nature to avoid taking risks,
But it also makes you seem a coward...
See, to me
DollsDolls are empty, you see.Dolls1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
They do not move, the do not feel
when danger nears they simply posing.
Glass eyes, porcelain hands
broken ribs, structured falls.
Dolls are empty, you see.
When they break apart nothing emerges
no blood, no guts, no glory.
All dolls do is watch and sit
waiting for life to begin
never moving on their own.
Dolls are empty, you see,
With matching eyes and painted lips
all they do is sit and wait.
they will wake.
Dolls are empty, you see.
Nothing more than personality
they are 'given'.
Shattered faces still the lights
broken dreams haunt the night.
Dolls are empty, you see.
When did you
become empty too?
Stone AngelsEvery one can be an angelStone Angels1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But our wings would be too much
Too much a burden for our frail spines
From sleeping on stones
Replacing their bones
With rocks that crumble when touched
Every added virtue an added load
It's astonishing we can keep going the mile
With a simple goal in mind
Never a look behind
Unless it's a necessity to make us smile
But in a world where democracy in an illusion
Promised by masqueraders on their pendulum swings
If only we had the choice to
Dethrone the clowns
Burn their golden crowns
We could finally claim our rightful wings
One of feathers
One of leather
And do the right thing
It's not a matter of words, but a matter of voice
So listen to it and make your choice
Everyone can be a demon
But our horns would be too much
Too much a burden for our frail minds
From burning skin on brimstone
Breaking every bone
With sticks and stones
That burn when touched
Every added sin an added load
It’s incredible we can’t take a turn
With a simple goal in mind
Are your thoughts killing you?Trigger warning!Are your thoughts killing you?1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Are your thoughts killing you?”, she thinks as she awakes amid the sound of the most terrified blood-curdling scream coming from outside the room across the hallway. She cannot open her eyes nor move, but quivers and struggles to open them. Upon managing to do so, she understands she is in a bizarrely greyish room. She looks around only to recognize none of her belongings are there. She tries moving, but while doing so, a cold bracelet most likely made of metal strokes her wrist. She stares down to find what appeared to bear a resemblance to some sort of rusty and tarnished chain. She is leaning against a wall, which is, as she realizes, covered in mildew.
Trying to look for evidence of where she might be, she memorizes all that she sees: four mildewed walls, a cracked floor covered in mire, a perilous ceiling, decaying furniture, or probably a lack of it, a camouflaged door. The stench is dreadful. She has no idea of where she is... But suddenly, v
gossamer loveyou will love a womangossamer love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
who uses the word
too often. she will
diagnose dead artists' descents
into madness and laugh
too loudly at jokes
no one understands.
she will braid crowns of
flowers, she will write poems
in constellations, she will
try to walk like a dancer so
no one can hear her
leave. she will be
an ice sculpture, and when
she cries, you'll convince yourself
she's melting, she loves you, you've
changed her, you've
changed; she will wear you
like a comma, like
an incomplete thought,
in her story, and
she will leave you wondering
fall in love with (splitting hairline fractures)we swallow blues insteadfall in love with (splitting hairline fractures)6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of talking them out. oh,
kids like us are specters,
spectacles: boys counting
rib(cage)s & (de)composing
don't you hate
is a vessel
we're deities or tomb-raiders; no
in-betweens for writers these days
drinking gamedrinkdrinking game5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
ever since I've been thinking a lot,
I've been spending too much time on the internet,
not enough reading secrets from parchment lips,
see, something sinister happens when the sun falls
asleep, when darkness dances to midnight with the monsters
inside of you
and lately I've been writing too much, or not enough,
or somewhere in between because sometimes letting
your words do the screaming for you just ends up making things louder
when it rains, the insects dig themselves up from the mud
to keep from being washed away,
and lately I've been drinking too much, hoping I can drown
this siren song of lonely
the bottle is a shipwreck sailing in the depths,
the blade is a shovel, a set of cold hands
so you better start digging, the bones are buried deep
it hurts hearing your voice elsewhere;
you were a songbird once and I remember, I'm not sure if you do
but sometimes I hear an echo when I cut the voices
out from underneath my skin,
and we all bleed the sa