AscensionAscensionAscension2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clouds are our purest coping mechanism.
The jigsaw boyThe girl sits on the dusty floor,The jigsaw boy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by odds and ends.
Holding the jigsaw boy, trying to put him together again.
He fell from a very great height,
She sobs for him every night.
None of the pieces fit.
He looks up at her with empty eyes,
The colour of faded blue skies.
His skin is covered in scars and cracks,
Maps that lead her to nowhere
Round and round in circles, like a merry go round.
His soul is scattered around her like glass,
She cuts herself trying to pick the pieces up.
She tries to be distant, she tries to be kind
But in her heart she knows she broke this boy
That lies in pieces at her feet.
She crushed his heart in the palm of her hand
And now she doesn’t know what to do.
She knows that she doesn’t have much time,
Before he falls over this ledge.
He builds these walls between them,
That she will have to climb.
Life has lost its colour and time has lost its grace.
Where his heart was is now an empty space,
Pain consumes his soul.
the ringyou brought me to some hippie storethe ring1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and told me you wanted
to buy me a ring.
i was content to sip my juice
and go home, but
i followed close behind you
into a world of incense,
tea, and jewelery.
i asked you why,
why a ring?
you told me plainly
that you didn't buy me enough stuff,
and that rings were cool.
(i thought your ring was ugly,
but you didn't need to know that.)
so you dragged me over to the counter
and told me to pick one i wanted.
(i thought you were flirting with cashier,
playing the 'look at me,
buying gifts for my cute little sis' card,
but then i realized
that it's just how you talk to people.)
i chose a little silver ring
with a wave on it.
you asked why i picked that one,
and i told you it just looked pretty,
what did you expect?
you shrugged and bought it for me,
and let me get a notebook, too
(and it still smells like that day-
potently sweet and intoxicating)
while you picked out some incense
and got offered some free tea.
i walked out
with the guiltiest look on my
t.they say thatt.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but that's not really true;
we both hate our misery
and i'm learning to
but you know what they say
they'll suck you dry
and only use you
to write about. carve your name
into poems (not into
skin-- that's not "in" right now,
i guess), but
maybe i'm all out of words
are all i want to read about.
i'm trying, i promisei could never quite get the hangi'm trying, i promise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of muting guitar strings, could never
quite rest my finger exactly right
(don't push down too hard,
don't press too lightly)
and i guess i find balancing you
beneath my fingers rather like
the feel of muting nylon,
biting the inside of my cheek and
straining to swap barre chords
in one effortless slide of the hand
i will play until i bleed,
until the tissue on the tips
of these fingers is mushed up
and red and sticky and there's no
hope for pretty hands ever again,
i will play until my calluses are so strong
i won't be able to rip them off anymore,
and i will play,
i will play
i will play
SeclusionSeclusionSeclusion1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes you need seclusion to reclaim your mind.
Blacken your vision and close your eyes,
Plug your ears from the outside,
As you fall back, back inside of “I.”
And not “we,” “he,” “she,” but me.
Sometimes to find myself,
I must lose everyone else.
Over(dose).she chews onOver(dose).2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
live wires in the hopes
of kick-starting her tired heart.
I'm Not HereI'm not here, at least not for today.I'm Not Here2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've gone to sweep the world away
and cast the thought of lonely tides
into my blanket of empty sighs.
Somewhere beyond all of the tears,
is a heart that's wanted for years.
But with tired arches in my brow,
I've come to sudden slumber now.
Forget the words that were said,
the emotions lingering in your head.
And in your sleep, come to find
the comfort that you had in mind.
The world is shallow, it doesn't care,
but you will gain what's needed here.
And when you ascend from coma's dream,
with eyes enveloped in heaven's gleam...
Just realize that you'll be okay,
even if it's not for today.
And in the face of lonely tides,
the presence of His light resides.
nine fifty sevenyou are wide, animated eyes likenine fifty seven2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a couple of pale moons in a velvet winter sky, and
limbs that stand like willows against the
suburban scape behind you, soft grace in your
sure stride, soft sincerity in the slight curling of your
lips, sweet with a salty aftertaste or bitter with a
spicy edge, i can't decide,
but your aches and pains echo like
a thousand orchestras playing Rossini to
open amphitheatres, and i can hear the sound
soaring across open plains to where i am
where i stand, between black buildings and slate roads,
i am rouged cheeks and deep scarlet lips with
cigarettes perched between them and billows of smoke
framing my face, blonde hair pinned back,
wearing a black turtleneck, i am your film noir
femme fatale, but my big brown eyes seem
reproachful in your gaze, after all,
i am a living facade, and the world is my
disappointment, and my own reflection is my
we're both so disillusioned we can't see beyond our own stars
and the atmosphere seems to condense
strong, held the seashorelet yourstrong, held the seashore1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and then collect
every grain of sand
he called it the art of destruction.she had nice eyes,he called it the art of destruction.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the kind you liked to draw
with watercolor tears
and ink like the moon's
he had memorized
her midnight lashes,
the half-closed shutters
and memories locked away
behind a pupil,
and his pencil was the
were the specks in her
irises of emerald
everything she touched
turned into gold,
everything she touched
and rose anew
like budding flowers
after the blizzard.
could never do the same,
but he'd give those eyes away
for a dime apiece,
ignoring the fact
that ebony charcoal
and half-dried acrylics
were all that she would
untitled.there are days when i can'tuntitled.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
eat- i am full of
cheap cigarettes and words
i never got to
i have gone to the
planets. there is something
in my bones that tastes a lot like
stars- i broke them open and
saw everything i ever
wanted to, and that was what
destroyed me in the end.
if you were to take me
apart, i'm not sure what you would
find; i am a mess of
half finished sentences and
scars that have eaten their way
i was doing so well at this happy thing.from age fivei was doing so well at this happy thing.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it was the constant
voices (at home
and in my head)
telling me that i was
and then for 3 years
i was nothing.
i was the child
that dyed her hair and
told her dad that
she didn't want to get married
because it was all
for 3 years,
i was the girl who
wrote stories and folded them up in
to hang above my bed.
at 16 years old,
my dad tells me
that i'm too
i don't eat enough.
and i know that it's not
true. i eat
what my body needs.
and i had finally gotten
to the spot where
i felt comfortable.
no-- fuck, i felt good.
when i look in the mirror
all i see is my dad
telling me that i am a mess
(even though he never said
and that when he was my age,
he didn't have anxiety attacks
and my brother
may be a fuck up but
at least he's
mentally capable (sort of).
no matter what,
will always be better
and so will my
all aboardblasphemousall aboard1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this quiet;
Definite.There's no control in her movements.Definite.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's the suggestion.
from the seams of wards
around her words
a secretive glance
sent to fly
up and high
dancing in their frailty
as they land in her hair.
ScepticismTearfully, God played dead.Scepticism2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
slowly, slowlyyou sit down and you tell me thatslowly, slowly2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you can't sit on the summer ground without
pulling out blades of grass with your
and that every time a candle is lit
you just have to stick your fingers
into the burning wax and make them into
little warriors with helmets melting into
you tell me that you've seen 2 shooting
stars in the whole time that you have been
alive, and both of them
went past so quickly
that you couldn't wish quite fast enough.
your voice falls to a whisper
and you tell me that you think you might
feel sad about that.
so i take both of your hands and i pull
them away from me and i put them back
where they belong. the next day, i buy you
a calendar and i mark off the next meteor shower
for you. i do not wrap it up. i do not give it to you.
i hang it on your wall, and i hope
that this time, you do not miss it.
desiccatei.desiccate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you were 22 years in the making,
a sponge without water
since the day they plucked you from the ocean
and left the sea salt to sink into your pores.
I was something too heavy to wade in,
barely able to breathe,
21 years in the making
with floodgates barring my emotions
since the age of four.
At the first sign of droplets,
the salt of you drew me in
and eased the heaviness of my heart.
In your confessions of self-love,
in your tales of embrocation,
I was only ever your liniment;
was a thing to be forgotten from the start.
CordsCordsCords1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We don’t need validation to our existence,
Through the existence of another,
But we do want validation that they can hear us.
That our screams don’t fall on deaf ears,
Or winding hours, the immortal hymn
Sung by the cords of Father Time.
Our words stand to be justified,
Unlike the injustice
To that of falling towers.
Falling towards Earth,
Being shot down by insurgents,
My insurgence against my own well-being,
Mirrors their terror.
Because their desire is the same,
To leave you in shambles,
Soaked in fire and dead in flames.
elevenyou don't seem brokeneleven2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until after you've splintered
and someone else
meticulously pieces you
Almost...Almost to the endAlmost...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before I ever saw the start,
Close to the heavens and yet I...
Didn't see any stars.
Each and every moment passed
Faster than falling sand,
Going under, grabbing onto...
His now distant, earthly hand.
I wish I would have realized
Just a while before death came
Knowing would have changed so much...
Leaving only me to blame.