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'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.
i love you mosti love you most ini love you most1 year 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.
I'd Rather Be DeadYou're always asking me if I had anything worth dying for.I'd Rather Be Dead9 months 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.
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."
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
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.
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.
Soldier BoyOne day he came home,Soldier Boy5 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
I'm Finetwo wordsI'm Fine6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
and everyone is reassured
do they know
to do is
S C R E A M.
Want SCREAM. Listen... Not Im Fine.
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.
CopingBreathe in airCoping3 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
Stripping MeYou may take what you want from me,Stripping Me9 months 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?"
Frikey - Still WaitingI didn't want to meet him. Or her? I wasn't sure I just didn't want to know the child of my mother's friend. Shyness? Probably. Fear? For sure. What if he or she didn't like me?Frikey - Still Waiting4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I was six years old when my mom decided that I and that kid would get along together. She and the other lady, Donna, were friends since not really long before. The other lady told her she had to kids; one was already 10, the other was 7, a year older than me.
For much that I asked my mother how the kid was, she only told me how he or she was inside, but what I wanted to know was if it was about a boy or a girl. She always said "The kid" or "The children" but I never knew what goddamned gender they were. I wouldn't care that much, I always liked girls as much as I liked boys. But still, when I knew someone new, I preferred them being boys. I felt more comfortable, for obvious reasons, like I well was a boy.
Once inside the house, the ten years only kid waved a hand shyly to me, stan
That girlYou're lonelyThat girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Anyone could tell if they paid attention to you
But they don't
So you're made to suffer all on you're own
You've been told that by so many people
But you're still a human
So why are you so different?
All the time when you're alone
In your room where no one can see
You break down
All of your past experiences haunt you
You want to tell someone
But you hate the idea of bothering others with your issues
You'd rather be somewhere else
Anywhere other than here
To bad you don't have the guts to get up and leave this place yourself
It's a shame
You're that girl
The one who's running away from her past
The one who's too much like her father
The one who hates herself for that
The one who's dying inside
That girl is me.
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.
My AnxietyWill you accept me? If I show you the real me?My Anxiety3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, not the me wrapped in pretty ribbons,
Meticulously layered in that vomit-inducing, festively designed wrapping paper you like so much
Those are the distractions I made for you
The real me, she's hidden in a deep dark place inside that carefully crafted box you see
And when she is no longer covered in all the pretend
There is nothing festive or pretty about her...
I never knew how easy it was to lock myself away forever with fear
Fear of rejection, pain, fear of the world beyond the make-shift walls I built myself
Not until reality showed me how disgusting people can be
The cruelty that was once myth, I now see, shining in the eyes of my closest friends
And it's staring me down, constantly
Every god damn day
Every god damn time I get too close!
Will you still love me? If I open myself up to you?
If I allow you to unravel that stupidly sarcastic ribbon?
If I don't stop you when you peel away strip after strip of that thin l
It's Just A DareI dare youIt's Just A Dare2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To tell me to be something I'm not
Go on, say it
Tell me to hide the truth
From all of those I love
I dare you
To tell me to grow up
Go on, say it
Tell me I'm childish
Because you're so much more mature than me
I dare you
To tell me who I can and cannot love
Go on, say it
Tell me that loving certain people is wrong
Because your way of thinking is so right
I dare you
To tell me I'm not normal
Go on, say it
Tell me that I'm different
Even though you and I are both humans
You could do all of that
In a heartbeat if you wanted to
But here's a real challenge:
I dare you
To accept everyone for who they are
Not for who you want them to be
And to leave your judging gavel
At home for once
Pink Paper HeartsI miss you. I miss you not only because I haven't seen you, but because I know how long it will be before I see you again, and how even when I do see you, it will never really matter. Sometimes, I wish I could just say 'fuck you', and get on with my life, but I guess what I really want to say is 'I love you'. And even though every story is the same, I can't help but wonder, when will you make up your mind? Perhaps, the only thing worse than you not loving me at all is you pretending you're interested and leaving me to figure out that it's never going to happen.Pink Paper Hearts2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's just your stupid little game. You take my pink paper heart and write sugared love notes across the fabric with permanent marker pen, before ripping that same heart to shreds and leaving the pieces on the floor. No one's ever there to pick them up afterwards, and I'm left hopelessly willing the broken heartbeat to return and count time as it goes by. I don't think it ever occurred to you that, despite everythi
TruthWe are often eager to surrender,Truth10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because the burden of choice is harsh.
We would rather blame others for our failings,
Instead of seeking an answer within our mistakes.
I am as guilty as anyone else when it comes to this.
How many days have I spent screaming at the darkness;
Spitting bitter words that blistered my own lips...
Even as my eyes grew clouded, shrouded by hate.
I railed against iron walls about a solitude I had created.
Anger became my mask for an open plea:
Because I simply wanted someone to acknowledge me...
Fading Flickering FaultsFading Flickering Faults3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The flickering lights,
then dim and faint were they
as the water rose.
joined by the falling drops
from storm descending
down with a lifeless energy.
Upward came each splash,
and back down with a dying sound.
At random was the already spontaneous
of every moment in the life
of every last drop.
So blended now, in the ripples
with the ever uneasy waters.
Like the flickering lights,
did their time become dim and faint.
CarmalCarmal3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The day was humid, the sun was still high
While I waited for the gray mini van
Hundreds of colorful cars sped right on by
Finally they came; one red and one with tan
Both were hyper and fuzzy, a boy and a girl
With light brown eyes and noses of dark pink
The red stayed, while up his sister did curl
On a blanket alone; both small as mink
My puppy was brave and showed not his fear
For he whimpered only once before he slept
Agile was he, like all kinds of brother deer;
Only loving and he was never unkempt
Guarding me from things that were proved harmful,
Always there, my dear beloved dog Carmal
The Princess and the Dragon Knight Chapter 7The Princess and the Dragon Knight Chapter 72 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Night was falling over Krissiria, sooner there than most places because of the high walls of the fire mountain. This was one of the most interesting days of Saria’s life. From flying, to walking through a crystal forest and to even speaking with unicorns! The events of the day had Saria glad for the soft bed that Stormbringer provided. It was just a pile of clothes from the chest but it was still better than Ky’s palm, bless his heart. After her meal of those strange berries and fruit, Cartouche had healed her wounds very nicely and then he and Ky took her around the entire inside of the mountain to visit with all the other unicorns.
Each one had a unique name that fit them very well, despite what Cartouche thought. One filly was named Firestar and her mane and fur truly resembled real fire! It was a fun but tasking day so Saria was glad when dinner was provided and the mood became calm and relaxed. They had sat around a great campfire with many of the other unicorns, some