Waking UpWaking up is...Waking Up3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feelings are too strong to bear.
After an eternity of seeing darkness,
the light burns your eyes,
eating you alive.
Is this not what you wanted?
Is this not what you've been longing for?
Is this not what you hoped would save you from
a slow and tiresome death?
Be careful what you wish for, love.
You'll get it in the end...
One_More_KissOne_More_Kiss4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't believe I'm trying to write again,
Can't believe I'm holding this long-forgotten pen.
I guess I'm just used to writing when something's wrong,
Not when everything in my life's stable, finally growing strong.
So is it pathetic that I can't stop thinking about it?
It is sad that the memories from last night won't quit
Playing over and over in my head
Whenever I shut my eyes to go to bed?
You and me laying under the covers
Talking, saying things that others
Will never hear, what they'll never know.
Other days dressed up, going where we wouldn't go.
Now I fully understand what it means to be addicted to this feeling
Instead of giving me that high it keeps me normal, keeps my head from reeling
In the car, through the window
In the blinding, crunching snow
One more touch, one more embrace.
One last chance for my heart to race.
One more deep look, one more kiss,
One last taste of gorgeous bliss.
Don't leave, just shut the door.
It's the last, just one more.
But it will never be enough
Something like fate, they saidI never did like the way you would swing your car around those curves by my house when you drove me home in the middle of the night. I was never one to be cautious, but with you I felt like the world was rushing away and we were just speeding to keep up.Something like fate, they said4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't like to say "we", you know, I don't like to say "us". But most times, I don't know what to say; that boy and I, that thief and I, that breaker of promises, that killer of dreams, that boy outside my window when I'm trying to stay sane.
(I hate you, I think, I really do.)
You were all stubble and long legs and hands like the moon, and my bruises fit your finger prints like a glove. I was too young for you then, I'm too young now, and you were too raw and worn and burned beyond recognition, a dragon I was never meant to see. But as your odometer pushed eighty and your fingers pushed through my spine, you said rules didn't apply to you, you were the dark clouds that watched the sun pass, you were what god wished he was. You put th
Extra TerrestrialI want to collapse against the surfaceExtra Terrestrial4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and ripple the pools in your eyes,
kissing your lips with a tsunami phrase
made up of words and moans that feel
like your favorite lucid dream.
We can be an intertwined connection
of entangled neurons
and feeble heartbeats.
I want to mold my back into yours
so we are held up by a candle spine,
the murmur of sex and infiltrating fears,
our only weapons.
We can be an intricate inhalation
of something terrible
Life SupportUntil the day you walked into my life,Life Support4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought the breathing,
was being alive.
I thought my happiness played as a smile,
and dreams were saved for twilight,
and then only happened once in a while.
I thought I'd been loved,
the way I deserved.
I thought I'd been blessed,
by what I was served.
And then you
with eyes that shined a light into mine,
a smile that beamed for miles and miles,
a heart that held more love than I'd ever seen,
hands that offered to carry me compassionately;
You flipped a light on inside of
Dear BoyDear boy,Dear Boy3 years ago in Letters More Like This
Even if we had met in the wrong time at the wrong place, we would have still been right, and in a way it was the wrong everything, but it was the rightist wrong I would ever have. Because, it was in the middle of the rightest wrong everything, that we fell. Together, we spun the threads of our young hearts into an epic that rivaled the romance hidden inside my 'Romeo and Juliet' paperback. Our story is told in the prose of yearning poets, and the lyrics of hopelessly star struck singers. We were lost without knowing it, until we discovered the constellations our fingertips made when they touched. We began to tumble, faster and faster into a downwards, upwards, sideways spiral. It was far too soon when it all disappeared and, I was left clinging to the beauty of transparent memories, sifting through colors for the proper words so that just maybe I could function without you. But
soulful soleswhen the blades between my fingers sink in,soulful soles4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the drains are clogged
and my bedroom is flooded with presumptions,
my bones clank together with every step,
because my introduction is rusty
and my body's been deteriorating since you taught me
that the word love is easy to say
but didn't bother to mention that our story
had a premeditated [premature] ending.
my knees are splitting
in ways i never thought i'd be torn.
and i'm breaking darling;
i'm building one part
to watch the other fall.
the phone is vibrating against my shoulder
but i can't answer
and you can't call
and we both know it's just another heartbreak
waiting for me to say "yes! please!"
and yes, please
hurt me if it means you'll look at me.
but you've been getting smaller since day one
and i'm getting used to wearing my ribs
just the way you like them;
pressing and pulling at my skin
[like every fucking thing else.]
i keep saying your name
and you just narrow those cloudy eyes
saying nothing but
and somehow i've been con
Not A Poem At AllI'm not writing in words tonight - no, this timeNot A Poem At All4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll write in little glimpses of images like watching
the clock from across the room, then looking away
before Time can realize how closely I am studying him.
This time, it will be about the way that there
is still a milky print of frosted-rose lip gloss
around the rim of a glass that held only apple
cider - not Cap'n or Coke, or even perfectly clear
water. This one will be about the way that
the bracelets I make dangle around the wrists
of both new friends and old, glinting patterns that
but four of my fingers dared to memorize, all ten too
scattered to pick the right sequence of shades and
string them - no mistakes allowed, or the whole piece
must be undone - not the same anymore.
These fingers don't dance a slow, melodic song like
those rhythms played oh-so-repetitively at high school
dances, but tip-tap a back-and-forth sound that
cannot be repeated, with pauses not for breath or
for emotions to seep through. These ten are the parts
Restricted SectorsSpeed limits and knowledge blocks,Restricted Sectors4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
planted where a mail box should be,
corrupting the things I'm about to say
and the things I've said
in the languages you've mistaken as
I'm fine with not knowing any more
about any one and any thing
than I was permitted from the day
I understood what being excessively pensive
Alcohol percentages and prescriptions,
plastered to my arms,
thread and needles; crochet skin
makes me some thing
that I hope some one will find
i hope it shows.i will never forget you,i hope it shows.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nor will i ever forget myself,
you are my past,
that time we watched movies from sunrise to sunset to sunrise again,
and spent the night in each others arms,
we could not see, but reached for each other
to assure ourselves, and each other, that no,
we were not scared of the dark,
nor of what we were feeling;
that we were real,
when we spent hours without end in our alcove,
reading our favorite novels,
watching the rain splatter against that window,
enjoying each other's company,
telling those age-old fairy tales,
those love stories,
we wish we were
a part of.
the night of your September birthday,
the candles, our love, that magical glow
casting your face in the gentlest light,
with shadows fighting to intrude.
when you told me,
i was the best present
you could ever
the way you made me feel,
so deep in my core,
those fuzzy lit
Why Showers Help With StressThe water's infatuated with my skinWhy Showers Help With Stress4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Running drops over it like soft fingers
Washing away the bad, clean all sin
No hidden secrets, no hidden intent
From head to toe loving every shape
Just crystal clear, honest enjoyment
Wanting to please you, sooth your soul
Listen to pure rain music, deep under
All tension ebbing away, ebb and flow
Swirl, disappear in the blue, all of you.
Backwards ProgressionBackwards ProgressionBackwards Progression4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Cheap fantasies and imitations,
Portrayed by uniforms of grey,
Or any colour you can pay for,
As they hook you in to stay.
Hunched over glowing monitors,
Typing in cordial lies,
The joys of 'speaking'
Is really disappointment in disguise.
The words choke you as you try,
To remember how to voice an opinion.
Instead you follow the crowds;
The oppressive majority in this dominion.
They know what's 'popular',
Though by no means what is best.
An hour in cyberspace,
Passes in two in reality's interest.
The concept of time or danger is lost,
As you prepare for another evening feeding;
Gorgeing yourselves in meaningless conversation,
And explicit videos with initial shock receeding.
Hiding behind a neon screen,
Craving attention with images of 'perfection',
Pictures that exploit your body,
And strip your dignity's protection.
Then a sound brings you home,
Your mother's speech demanding your presence.
As you try and move away,
Real life has lost its essence.
You realise yo
wrapping love in lies.This is to every plan I ever madewrapping love in lies.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To every dream I ever had
To the glint in my eyes I used to get when I smiled
To the smile itself and its beyond beautiful meaning
To the tears I spill as I write these words
And to the words I've ever said to you
Tomorrow I will begin to forget the lies
And never again will I risk my mental state to indulge myself with the fucked up security of everything you've ever whispered, including the terrible things you've done to me that I repeatedly lied to myself about
I'll be perfectly fine once I'm over this love affair
Times will grow harsh but nothing can really compare to what I've already gone through
What you've put me through
Nights where I spent too much time
Crying for a lost cause
And all this time I have been clueless to your bullshit
All it took was one slip of the tongue, and the greatest aspect of it all was you weren't even the one to do it
You lied to me
You were a fake
You created something for me that never real
You are YouI see you sitting thereYou are You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alone with the voices
I can hear them too
How they tell you its not okay
And how the world is against you
Don't listen to them
Please my cherub
Ignore those sweet lies
I promise you its not true
Come and let me hold your hand
Lets take away the pills,
Flush down the alcohol
So you can breathe
And let you think
Now lets clean up this mess
My darling, this isn't needed
For you are loved
By many and more to come
You are gorgeous
And flawed to perfection
You are simply human
And must remember that
You are a survivor
Powerful and strong.
and not your illness
You are more than a victim
You are more than just a girl
More than just the color of your skin
You are original
From every scar and curve
You are You
ChildplayI've got dried flowers under my nails andChildplay4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
threads from short jeans around my wrists
to remind me of the difference between inhaling
I have never been called a poet
because I take my words and cube them
until they're small enough
to decorate the lining of my lungs.
And I'm used to hanging upside down
from broken chandelier bulbs
[or so it seems]
with my hair catching the falling ink
from my eyelashes.
But I guess I'm only special
because I never exhale enough
for you to get a taste.
The Hazards Of My Dried InkI didn't mean to make you bleed.The Hazards Of My Dried Ink4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't know you would get so lost
and tangled in the thorny lines
that you were never meant to read.
I didn't know the power of my words,
until your heart was throbbing,
on the dark hall floor.
In shadows it came to light,
of the grief you bore.
I didn't know how you would hang yourself,
a thousand times and more,
for every hyperbolic metaphor
scrawled carelessly across the page
because my mind and hands were bored.
I didn't consider how you would take
the poetic license I take for granted.
You didn't know better than to misunderstand;
those words were not about you.
AlternativeI pretend your freckles are wishing starsAlternative4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just as dry
and as much a lie as I was forced to believe. But I'm so tired.
I don't want to remember the scar on your nose
or the curve of your lower lip when you smile
or the way you breathe when its cold
and I'm gone.
I still wait for the morning fog
to highlight your fingerprint name on my window
untidy and leaking and reversed
like my tears on your chiseled shoulders.
"You're going" I say,
days after you've gone.
We were "something new"
[something disgusting and senseless]
and I should have known you'd get tired
of my fruit lips and plasma fucks
before seeking out the next best thing.
dial tone lies -static truths-i like the way you make me fall apartdial tone lies -static truths-4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(blue-green-red, back again) confessional confetti
splintering the makeshift seams plastering my
blistered, salt-compressed lips (skin).
the silk in the slur of your voice
is enough to set fire to my lungs
and you always had a tentative touch
that removed the resistance from my eyes.
the world is drenched in mourning silence
the kind i am forced to feel when your
please-don't-cry smile is lingering along my frown-laced lips,
as every heartbeat away from you echoes your name.
you sing melancholic lullabies
and cradle me in the curve of your arms
shushing my half eaten words
and batting your innocence away
your voice curdles beneath my white-out tongue
cracking syllables bleed burned out sins
as we silently set aglow lies
freshly clipped birds denied of their wings
the taste of your orange spice lips
clots the blood in my fingers
and I'm too heavy to breathe for myself
when you rest your soliloquies on my trachea
i could find hei
BreakdownadrenalineBreakdown4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a riff that takes you by the lungs
and flings you across the room
to stain the walls with your neon breaths
and rhythmic pulsations from your open wrists.
moving your swallows
reverberating from the inside out
a vibration in your fingertips
entwining fingers for a grip
of what reality feels like
when it disappears.
like white liquid running from your eyes
the night lights up
with your renewed, neon-tinted screams
and your eyes flash with colors and shapes
from projectors around your head
and hands are touching your back
until the strings finally burst.
Disappearing ActsIt's pouring memories;Disappearing Acts4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
acid rain and paper cuts
falling deliberately on my back
as I'm curved over your touch
and the slowly fading ghost
of your melodies.
I'm gagging on too much air
constricting my throat,
muffling the screams emanating
from beneath my lungs
and your laughter is still pressed
firmly to the hollow in my cheeks.
Magically, you came, and so
Magically, the burning placed on my uvula
is increasing too quickly
and the moans leaking out through the sweat
gathering along my scarlet neck
is filthy with your hot breath and invasions
through my fingernails and between my thighs.
There's a flood on fire
circling the only ways out;
a crystal pitcher of whiskey
or the welcoming sheets of ceasing existence
and finding you through the maze.
Question Me."You didn't bother to think." Your gaze, accusatory. It always is. Without fail.Question Me.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"Since when did I think?" My gaze, avoiding. It always is. Without fail.
You've wondered for a long time what the words hope and pain meant to me. Want a dictionary? Sure. Go ahead and read the definitions. They don't mean a thing to me. What about truth and lies? Let's see. I never bothered to look those up. Why not? Oh. Yes. Because they don't have definitions, love.
"That's the problem."
What's the thing that you call it? ...Oh, yes. Right and wrong. Rules. Definitions. Fences, borders. Whatever it is. Apparently I cross those too often. Apparently my head needs to be screwed on straight. Want some news? Maybe you're the one that's confused, love.
"You're always evasive."
It's a statement.
Logic, isn't it? That's what you depend on to tell you which way to go in this crazy maze, right? But didn't you forget-- mazes are
my fireflyshe breathes inmy firefly4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and tries to trap the
in her palms-
(crying when they
slither through her fingers)
she closes her eyes but lets
the moonlight bleed through,
trusting her eyelids to filter out
anyone but youThere never was anyone but youanyone but you4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there was the pursuit of you,
and the ghost of you, the essence,
that I sometimes found in another's smile.
But there was only ever you.
Like the tide, you come back to me,
different each time.
I draw you in by night.
I do not sleep.
You stir my blood, a slow burn.
Mine and yet not mine:
Your heart is a stone, love.
Skip the water, sink, and try again.
I would transfigure you into a fish
At least then, I'd have a chance to catch you.
The darkness behind your eyes is like