reinventionI should've met youreinvention3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
when I still had it in me
to change my own name
I'd Rather Be DeadYou're always asking me if I had anything worth dying for.I'd Rather Be Dead1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll pose the opposite to you and ask you this:
"Why is it that you find life to be worth living?"
Is it so interesting to go through each day feeling anxious?
To the point that you feel nauseated enough to collapse.
Is it so joyous to spend each night staring at a blank ceiling,
Hearing the clock tick on toward morning,
And yet you lie awake.
Tired, but awake, emotionless, but awake...
Do you truly get up each day, facing it with optimism.
Or do you look at the news and the state of the world,
And genuinely fear for your safety?
Now, if it were me that you had asked my dear,
I'd tell you quite honestly: That I'd rather be dead.
At least I would not have to hear the white lie inside my head.
That tomorrow will bring me a 'better' day...
But of course, you are welcome to believe that.
I'd sink faster if you held me, you know.someone once told meI'd sink faster if you held me, you know.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the saltwater i tasted
was not the ocean-
but my tears.
someone once told me
that my rolling waves
tried to wash away guilt-
but determined seaweed
held too tightly.
someone once told me
that he knew how to swim
until the day we met.
he said he could only sink
when his eyes met mine.
someone once told me
that we’d meet at the bottom.
either of my heart-
or of the ocean.
Rigor MortisShe had always found a particular comfort in chaos.Rigor Mortis2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She shouldn’t, but she did. And that’s how the world turned.
The theory of love was never whole, always ripped
from her tired fingers. Hands reaching to take grab of moments
she longed to hold once more; for a cure to the pain
that curled along her battered body.
Tears mingled with her latent wrath,
but her pride steals them like a thief in the night.
She wore a shuddering heart on tattered sleeves;
The flame burned bigger, brighter.
It emanates a future, in the distance,
she would never fulfil.
Her hopes and beliefs are road maps
to the unknown. All paths leading
to the same toxic moments; guiding
her to a world so flat that it startles her.
It shakes her and makes her weary of a
tongue too sharp and too hateful
for the delicate fruit it longed to taste.
Would bitter words that flowed from her
crush the people who beg to love her?
Would they see the cracks in her head,
chipped and crumbled, and still desire
IlioupersisWogen brandenIlioupersis10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
denn Schiff taucht auf.
weil Kämpfe toben.
und Götter loben.
Leid zu Rache
zu Pest zu Tod.
Schlaf und Wache
Ob Liebe hält?
und Troja fällt.
6 ways on learning how to swim1. toes first6 ways on learning how to swim2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when i was younger i thought i was
beautiful. not like the other girls, of course, but i thought that
the sun followed me around because it thought i was pretty.
and i am a shop-a-holic. money burns a hole in
the back pocket of my jeans because i love to spend it.
but i do not like to go shopping. i love the idea and hate the activity.
there are few days that trying on clothes brings me
happiness because there are even fewer days that i love my
body enough to look in a mirror.
but i am trying.
("i love this dress! i can't believe that it fit!
i dropped another size!"
"what, mom? why are you looking at me like that?"
"...oh, please. one size?")
there are days when i don't leave my house and there are days
that i spend the time to put on makeup and
nice clothes to open the door and feel the fresh air and
to admire all the lovely, smiling, silently judging people who
i think are looking at me, but they probably aren't
summergirlNow read aloud over here. Do give it a listen, won't you?summergirl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are crowthroated and tumbling
through the aspen grove
hair on fire with sunrise, lungs
full of sky.
eyelashes like wildflowers
and every morning brings
a new spray of freckles
and a sharper curve to your collarbones.
the cornfields hold no shadows
for your lighthouse eyes
and there are no endings in that
ii. you have grown
autumn finds you with broken ankles
leaning on an oak branch
and watching the skies.
crow to sparrow--you are quiet.
summergirl, there is peace in silence,
fallen antlers in your hands.
you will come to mourn your deer.
keep them close.
iii. by winter you have paled,
and like the streams
your eyes have frosted over.
you feel the chill--
there is no need for sight.
Stay Dreamingyou are pale in the half-light;Stay Dreaming3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
all the fire you carry with you in the waking world is doused in the sweetness of your hair across the pillow & your frame insinuating itself in the sheets, in pockets of weight & pools of shadow that say "i am a body", "i am a girl"
(vulnerable yet terrifying)
& in life you are larger than you seem, thunder & lightning inside colored glass. you are cruel-mouthed but soft-eyed, & brittle queen (you would rather break than bend for me), you are all the lovelier for your frail-boned pride.
it is strange how much i see of you when you are not looking back, how i feel as though it is only in moments like these (in not-quite-daylight, in dreaming) that we are truly at peace. for is it not that our natures may be likened to those of sea & sky? were we not born to crash & storm & shriek & boil against one another? (what is the nature of the place where we meet? for i do not believe in the horizon; blue on blue, it can only be an illusion
About that Unpopular girlTaciturnAbout that Unpopular girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She becomes the omniscient narrator for the classroom
from the desk in the back of the class [and next to the window]
Her long black hair is combed
Her neatness being revealing how self-conscious she really is
She carries no scent
not of filth or of offensive odor
not of dove bodywash or perfume
not even of the mark of eve
When I capture your fleeting glance
I see the life in your eyes
the millions of explosions
behind your irises that tell me
You are alive.
A tiny glimpse past the corporal--past the dark circles of stress--past all things average about you
but you look away... you say "g-g-gomenasai"
Gomenasai for looking at me
Gomenasai for meeting me
Gomenasai for wanting to be with me
and I young and ignorant will say goodbye [to you and your beauty] and return to my life
I will never hear you again.
parthenopei love you where the waves cry out in vainparthenope2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and where my sisters comb their seaweed hair.
here i love you: when i sing my siren song
and you are hidden beneath the surf,
your bones bleached white, your teeth pearls.
i dispatch kisses to you like
sunken ships, when the high stars
are covered by clouds. my sisters' voices mount,
keening, erupting. the harps in their hands
drip with blood, our mouths seethe
like underwater volcanoes.
no man tastes exactly like you.
i love you still in the darkness of the water
as the gulls swoop overhead.
my sisters sing for me, their dripping lips parted red,
and the stars seem a little dimmer.
a song falls deep into the sea.
i wonder if it reaches you.
i love you mosti love you most ini love you most2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the slow softness of late afternoon,
your body aglow in the fading yellow
light. your eyes
dark, fathomless as they look into mine,
you above me, like
shards of onyx and the stillness
of the ocean depths.
looking down upon me, amneris upon
aïda, rain upon earth, god upon
man. what i would do
to glory you, ancient prince: you
whom i imagined for a thousand years
now mine alone to worship.
only let me stay in your temple
forever, i want nothing more: let
this still moment and the warmth
of your body be imprinted in me
for all time, let our paths cross as
boldly as they did
this yellow orange afternoon.
Stripping MeYou may take what you want from me,Stripping Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Be it my pride or dignity.
You may throw insults at me,
And burn the shredded pieces of my sanity.
You may belittle me, as much as you want,
If only to make your meager life worth living.
But even if you do all that...
No one will protect you when I pull you into the dark.
No one will try to search for you, as my leather ropes tie you down.
No one will hear your screams as metallic screws drive into your face,
Etching an eternal smile, since you'll never leave this place...
"Now then, my dear sweet James, shall we play our favourite game?"
Soldier BoyOne day he came home,Soldier Boy9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A man given freedom.
He looked in the mirror,
And liked what he saw...
The days wore on,
And he lived his life.
Morning PT was a distant memory,
So too were the shouts of a Sergeant.
Training came thrice at first,
Then twice, then once,
The days wore on...
And life became harder,
Sacrifices were made.
He looked in the mirror one day,
And didn't like what he saw.
Not the pot-bellied man working for a few scraps.
Nor the slovenly fellow who'd forgotten how to clean his kit.
He earned his freedom, but he had lost what he respected...
And the days wore on...
And so he went out running, one fateful day,
His lungs burning with every breath.
Yet despite the pain inside his chest,
He resolved the soldier, would return to his best.
"You've been gone a long time Corporal Chen, what say we go once more around
-Word of Chen, One-shot, 24 February
LONELYLONELY4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I feel...LONELY is the best word to describe me...
Funny, how a six letter word,
Can describe a whole person...
It's not like I have no friends or family that care,
I know they are always there for me...
But that feeling...
It will always be there nagging at me...
I honestly don't know if it will ever go away.
Like a lone wolf, I watch them with longing eyes.
Don't let LONELY...
Become the only word to describe me...
FailureShe was the Thief Girl with no faith and half a heart, and she didn't care if they never ever saw her soul anyway. She was almost content in the half broken life she had created for herself. Her fingers were always drenched in ink, her mind was always preoccupied with her treasure. Words stolen from conversations, from homes, from mouths that didn't need to speak any more.Failure4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She found the Lost Boy somewhere in an alley of poetry and a war of lyrics, fighting for his life with a broken piano and a worn tuxedo. She stole him before the bass viols, the gleaming guitars and the thrashing drums could kill him.
He fought with her all the way, telling her that they would never hurt him, but she had seen their wooden hands outstretching to wring his neck. When he spoke again, this time, calmer, he asked her, "What do you want from me?"
"Just your words."
"I lost my words a long time ago."
"I will help you find them, then."
"I never asked for your help."
"But you shall have it anyway."
a modern opheliashe found fennel beneath her pillow,a modern ophelia5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and felt the familiar flutter
of glassfish between her ribs.
to distract herself, she
scattered the reddest petals
in her bathwater.
she braided poppies in her hair
let regret invade her lungs.
The reason I stopped tryingI'm just going to stop trying.The reason I stopped trying2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because you'll never understand.
I carry dreams inside a fist
While you hold cruelty in your hand.
I'm just going to stop trying.
Because I've been through so much hate
I've been through knives and ropes and scars
And wounds and blood and blades.
I'm just going to stop trying.
Because through all I've had to do..
The ignorance of people
Is the worst thing I've been through.
I'm just going to stop trying.
And you want to know the truth?
The reason I've stopped trying
Is because of those like
as we climb the roadas we climb the road2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
let us recall the best effects of style
when those who listen know how best to hear
and do not injure those who hold most dear
the hidden blessings of the final mile
rather they wish the urgent to beguile
expecting that the best might engineer
sounds that will please the most discerning ear
and lead once drooping eyes to shine and smile
the age of wonder has no fixed return
but comes upon us as we seem to find
not a changed world but a remarked abode
the home that we have loved for which we yearn
that seemed so hidden for time out of mind
appear before us as we climb the road
Behind the WordsWe spill our pain across the pages.Behind the Words1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But we must smile when it is read.
For we cannot show our true emotions.
Not of suffering, anxiety, or dread.
For we are the bringers of dreams to the world.
Our words are tales of healing light.
So hide your tears behind a mask,
And save them for a quiet night.
butterfly kisseshe told me he played tic-tac-toe on his armbutterfly kisses3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a razorblade once
and showed me the scars to prove it
i grazed my fingers over his forearm
marked with faint white lines
that made me scared i would lose him someday
and i thought back to that one time
when he was drunk and i could hear
the urgency in his voice as he stood on a ledge
but all i could feel was his heart beating faster then
when i touched the stories permanently inscribed
in his skin
and his left hand tracing the outline of my jaw
and even the tickle of his eyelashes against my cheek
as we sat in the backseat of his nissan.
Personal Pet - Part 1Personal Pet - Part 18 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kyle didn't know why he remained so damn defiant. It only got him into trouble. It only caused him pain. It only made them mad.
But Kyle had tried playing the submissive card once before. And he decided it was worse. The abuse became more taunting, the smirks more smug. They had won. It made him feel helpless, weak, pathetic, useless. Even if he was all those things deep inside, he didn't need them to know it.
So he kept up his acts of defiance against his tormentors. They enjoyed trying to break him. He refused to scream at the lash of a whip or whimper at the tightening of his bonds. He would stay standing until they drug him to the ground. And if one of them got too close, he would take a dangerous chance of fighting back.
He was the only one of the cat demons being sold and traded that had been brought back as a "bad deal" more then three times.
But that was before he was sold to Caine. If there was anyone to break the cat demon, it wa
CopingBreathe in airCoping4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deep and slow
close your eyes,
but don't let go
Grip the blade
then let it fall
erase the pain,
erase it all
Feet in contact
with the ground
all the same,
to weight and shame
from hooded eyes,
from crying skies
Lonely GirlI painted.Lonely Girl5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You said I'm wasteful.
You said I couldn't hold a tune.
You said I made no sense.
You said I had two left feet.
You told me I was ugly.
I will be amazing one day.
Just to make all of you wonder why you didn't get to know me better.
The Princess and the Dragon Knight Chapter 3The Princess and the Dragon Knight Chapter 37 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It will be better for you to dry this way." Ky said, his demeanor was not amused or wolfish, he was being very calm and factual. Saria had to remind herself that he was a dragon and not a man. He saw her like she would an animal and that was how she should see him, as well. But still, he looked so very human it was hard to remember. Most would see Ky as a handsome young man, though strange in coloring. He looked at her curiously then, as if he couldn't understand what was taking her so long. It was getting colder and she should really dry off.
"Could you perhaps turn your back?" She asked. His brows drew together but he slowly and quietly did so. Saria sighed and stepped out of the water. She just told herself to remember that she was a human and he was a dragon, there wasn't anything to really be embarrassed or appalled by. He didn't see her like a human man would, like Thanis would see her. Ky had placed a pile of leaves near the fire but before she could ask what they were for, he