how to stop someone from hurting youunlock the door. walk in.how to stop someone from hurting you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
deny it before it ever happens.
(it never happened
leave. walk 2 miles. freeze.
gag on the voice that fails you.
(vow to never speak
repeat this step indefinitely.
(spend all day
go home. shower. go to bed.
plan to sleep forever.
in 20 minutes.)
revelation.we whisper our prayersrevelation.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a cathedral of sheets
because we do not know
how to forgive
or be forgiven.
are made to a doctor
who keeps a record
of our wrongs
neatly tucked in her files
because she knows
become our altars,
our "hail mary"s
handed to pharmacists
in exchange for
of our souls.
to force ourselves
high and higher,
that we have been given
we have chosen
to be slaves,
to rebind ourselves
in our chains.
to turn the wine
i tell you
the body and brain
will not remain,
the eyes will lose their vision,
the hands their precision,
the ears the sound of earthly song,
the taste of indulgence on the tongue.
faith, at last, will begin to decay,
our hope revealed as the only way,
and we will
to the promise
a painting hung all wrong.in a dream.a painting hung all wrong.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
we find him strung up in our garage
washing line taut. neck bulging.
i covered someone's eyes.
stopped them from remembering,
almost familar features
and blue blue blue blue wide open eyes.
where's someone to cover mine?
i mirror you with swollen throat
my voice thick with blood and screaming.
a painting hung all wrong.
Who are the real monsters?The boy's room was dark, the only saviour from it was the little nightlight on the other side of the room. He closed his eyes in an attempt to scare the darkness, force it to recede and switch to daylight. He did everything he could to forget about the dark, because that's where it was.Who are the real monsters?1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Under the boy's bed there was a monster, one with a balding scalp and matted grey hair on its arms, chest, and face. Its smile was crooked, its teeth rotten. It was an ugly thing- the boy had seen it once when he dared a peak- and it frightened the boy terribly; what a shame his mother thought it was all a fabricated lie, blamed it on the little boy's wild imagination. She had said that, too, just this evening when she put the boy to bed at the usual time- she was a very punctual lady, there was no extending bedtime with her. But that was beside the point.
The boy closed his eyes tighter, trying to sleep and dream of a huge metropolis of a city, but the thing under the bed giggled loudly, distrac
Poets and ParadoxesTo be a poet is an endless paradox,Poets and Paradoxes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A constant contradiction of your thoughts
And division of your soul.
Paper cuts will scar your skin,
And fill your ink well up with blood
So you have no choice but to write from your heart.
It means you cry and lie
And lay awake each night
Thinking of new ways and new words
To hurt you and heal you all at once.
It makes it so that the beat of the stanzas
Is a heartbeat,
Hammering in time with your own
And speaking to you about every moment
That you have been compelled to pen.
It means breaking yourself apart
Into ink and sharp shards
Small enough not to cut anyone
And maybe those foolish and wonderful enough
To try piecing you together.
Dead flowerDead flower2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A perfume of dead permeates this rose
like this flower, thou hast withered
Now I'm sad
the oracle card in my pocketthe man i love is anthe oracle card in my pocket4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
old soul with a stunning mouth and
he gathers up pieces of me into
his hands and carries me to bed.
this is about forgettingThis is the thing about forgetting:this is about forgetting2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
For weeks you bury your face in the clothes you wore when he was near and the smell is a comfort and a torture. You decide that the torture is not worth the comfort so you leave them draped across the back of a chair and place things on top of them to stop yourself until one day you shove your hands through the pile until your fingers wrap around the fabric and you yank it free only to realize it was pointless. Even his ghost is gone.
The next thing that leaves is the way his voice looked in the dark. Those few sentences become blurred and rough around the edges. What you remember drops in your stomach in a different way.
You run your fingers over your
recuperatemaybe the world isn't so frail that it'll breakrecuperate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the moment we touch something;
and maybe there's a little part of ourselves
(deep inside, perhaps, or close to the surface)
that's stronger than what we give credit for,
because, after all, we burn with the vision
of growing stronger.
i enjoy watching pretty things
like kerbs where teens sit with knees pressed together
feet in the gutter --
stitched to their sleeves.
i relish a name etched into a tree
and boats folded from leaves.
little things, which whisper that people still love
even when purses are emptied of coins,
even when patience
like flowers surviving monsoons;
like ants who carry huge crumbs;
the way the moon is so far
but still blushes at the light of
i want to tell all who tread on hard soil
that even stones soften into the beach,
that the lullaby-cry of seagulls is soothing,
and clouds, now distant, were once of the water
that's cupped in your ha
Cold HeartedI'm tearing them down,Cold Hearted2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Piece by piece.
Let the walls fall,
Let the pain increase.
I stare my pain in the face,
Let it rip me a part.
Show what I've always feared,
In the depths of my cold heart.
I review my lack of care,
All the people that I've hurt.
When did I become so cold?
When did loved ones turn to dirt?
What happened to me?
Once so loving and kind.
When did it get so bad?
Did I suddenly lose my mind?
I want to trust again,
To love and to care,
But is the risk to high?
Is the cost of pain fair?
I realize that it's not.
I'm safe within my walls.
So much better to be cold,
Then to get hurt in the fall.
A child plays in the yard.And she fell in the arms of autumn,A child plays in the yard.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
- in a crust of broken leaves.
And when she hit the ochre bottom,
- by little, winged thieves,
her breaths were stolen away.
And she fell in a blanket of foam
- in waves of roaring blue.
And she reached her final home,
- where singing winds blew
smelling of freesia.
And they said she sank in clouds of white,
Like a bird diving too deep for prey,
And they said that in the swirls of the night,
They could hear her voice say:
A child plays in the yard.
post-apocalipsticki.post-apocalipstick1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
red as the setting sun
and all men's shade
when she walks by
the dull stains
of the masses pined
like the fire's died
hips in motion
from tense to open
she's slicing a throat
when she lingers
and the hopeless
while she picks
from the fray
Sensual TortureSensual Torture:Sensual Torture2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are but a simple pawn;
Caught in a maelstrom of ill feelings and turmoil.
You were not meant to be here -
But unfortunately, here you are my friend...
Now then, I do not wish to drag this out;
There is no purpose in badgering someone who knows so little.
However - without your confession - I'm afraid that
I would not know whom I should share my - pleasures with...
Though I'm certain that you will be sharing plenty...
Of course, it will probably be a poor idea to make you scream,
At least not while I'm still enjoying your fear.
Instead we'll begin with a simple agony;
A quick taste of your pain to whet my appetite...
We'll begin with just a thin incision,
One that is made in the center of both your eyelids.
And then, then we'll make another cut - this one just above the eyes...
Ah, I will adore the feeling of watching your skin peel apart
As the scalpel bites in and draws it aside; much like the curtain
Set upon a theatre stage. It is the
Fake BoyI hateFake Boy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The way you act so cool
Like I'm not real
You are the big
I hate who you try to be
That I cant actually
See who you really are
And the stupid facade
And your stupid falseness
Which surrounds you
You can be whatever you want- why be fake?
I hate how you try to
Then what you let me see
And when I get close- I see only lies.
The lies you painted
The lies you crafted
Even the lies you whispered in your sleep
But I hate the most
The lies you fed to me
“I’m sorry” isn't real, “I promise” is meaningless.
So stop- I am done, because all you do is lie and it
SnowLet's lose our faces tonightSnow2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Chemical anxiety and paper highs
Thrown to the curb by something stronger, small and white
While stars burn out their insides; Prometheus in the sky.
I always thought you were a lie:
Stinking pop culture curling bright around my eye
But now I wonder if your treasure is something I could find
Leaping from the bass lines into my frenzied, eager mind.
AbsenceI still hear your voice in the wide open meadowAbsence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Laughing like honey bees
And Currawong cries.
In the shivering of gum leaves
In the shadows of steam trains,
Spied between fences and snowflakes' tears.
I still hear your voice at the foot of the staircase
By the swing-set at sunrise
In the car when it rains.
In the whisper of piano keys that play every evening
And haven't been touched in years.
Take Me AwayThe day is dying,Take Me Away11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And no one’s at my house
Except for me.
I see a black car pulling up in my driveway
And I already know who it is.
I close all the windows,
Slam the doors and lock them shut,
Turn off all the lights,
Shut off everything that makes light and sound,
And pretend no one is home.
It’s too late, though.
Because he comes out of the car.
And I already know who he is.
I can’t see his face,
He’s hiding it,
But I already know who he is.
He’s covered with an enormous black hooded robe,
Covering every part of his body,
But I already know who he is.
He’s carrying a weapon,
Bladed and swift,
And not the type usually used as a weapon.
It’s a scythe.
And that should be a dead giveaway.
He knocks on the door,
Slowly and loudly.
I don’t answer.
It doesn’t matter,
That I don’t answer,
Because he pushes it down.
Because nothing can get in his way.
He finds me and beckons forth
For me to follow hi
A Love Letter.Folded upA Love Letter.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
your heart is like a
forged ages ago
Encased in an
sealed in vermilion
was a letter
that you recklessly
But he was
and could not read
that coursed through
so he threw it
I happened across
some years back.
With cold fingers
I straightened the
and marveled at
the flawless script
have you awaited
to that beautiful
you so carelessly
AutumnGolden-brownAutumn1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Green turned yellow
And all the other colors
Are the colors of
My autumn leaves
My autumn leaves
Are piled high
So as to touch
The leaves fly
High and low as they
Insecurities.You avoid eachInsecurities.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of your perfect
that I hold dear
because you do not
see what I see.
You only talk
to those you've known
because you fear
people will not
You don't dance
unless its dark
and we're all
because you care
You try not
because your teeth
the way you think
You hide your
because you think
gray is boring
and void of
You hate your
because they don't grace
each and every
who you wish
you could be.
You cannot see
the you that brings
to my eyes
because of all the words
your stark and utter
I know you don't
but I thought
you should know the truth,
each and every
to get closer
ContinuumI probably miss you like I miss painting caves,Continuum1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like an ache somewhere deeper than inside my bones
too ingrained in myself to recall.
I probably kissed you when our bodies knew strength
like the spears in our hands
and then when the snow melted and the world dawned green, green, green.
I probably laughed with you when we saw pyramids pierce the desert skies
and again when we saw masts on the horizon.
I probably held your hand when Rome came down in flames.
I probably stood on pyres with you and sang a prayer for you
and knew your soul like the words in a bottle,
like a bird in the sky,
and I surely held my breath and knew that our flight would never end.
I will wander with you through cities someday soon
and I will dance with you through every uprising.
I will kiss you hard when the atmosphere disintegrates
and land beside you on Europa,
where we will build the history of a new world
and I will love you through all of it, always.
Saltwater VeinsWe chased unfamiliar coastlines,Saltwater Veins2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
crossed a continent of earth,
abandoned Northwest shorelines
like broken shells upon the beach;
drove straight ahead, towards looming Atlantic,
laid down roots in an East Coast state
without a shoreline.
But I missed my rocky beaches,
crashing waves swirling sea-spray
against wind-reddened cheeks,
breathing life into salted lungs.
So we chased the Atlantic northward,
up the coast, snaking up Route One,
a wending wave of rocky coastline.
I leaned to touch the water,
and it flowed fast from my fingers -
'til I turned, and
the Atlantic chased me up the beach,
caught me fast in its swell,
froze me in place as seafoam
lapped hungry at my heels,
swallowed ankles seasoned with brine.
My feet sunk into sand
locked between sea and shore
unable to move for fear of falling,
of being swallowed whole.
Then gentle waves released me
sopping wet against the sand
And now I feel the pull
of coastlines east and west
tides rent me from within,