Six Word StoryDeath before it started; a friend.Six Word Story2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
summer homei've rearranged the rooms of my chestsummer home2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to make room for you.
i won't say it didn't hurt
to make myself your Adam;
until you found a comfortable perch.
there, beneath my unguarded breast,
you construct your nest of
every lovely thing you've come to love
(while the rest of me flaps wildly
like moth wings against the cold walls
of my exposed heart).
i should've known you'd leave
when winter froze me.
don't apologize [for the ache].
you kept the beautiful bits of me
(while they died).
JacketI want a girl I could give my jacket toJacket2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It would be big on her
but she wouldn't care
aslong as it was mine
It'll keep her warm when I'm not around
It'll smell like me
She'll sniff it happily
while thinking of me
Wishing that I was right there beside her
She's the only one in this whole world
I'll give my jacket to
The only girl to make me act like a fool
I'll never hesitate to say "I love you"
It would warm me right up when she says "I Love you too"
So I dont think I'll need my jacket anytime soon
Astrali'm the seraphicAstral1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a hallowed body
like i am hellbent on
when life and death fell in lovelife is so beautiful thatwhen life and death fell in love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
death fell in love.
she set a trap and he got caught,
caged in her flower crowns
and toxic sweater sleeves.
their romance was a mountain,
with beauty tucked inside the tree trunks.
and when one was about to fall,
the other was right there to catch them.
so tell me,
how could two things so different
believe in each other so much,
when we can’t even do it ourselves?
brokeni used to dream of broken butterfly wings andbroken2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slivered spider silk
now i dream of the damned's tears
and deaths and lullabies
and i think
my dreams of olden days
are beautiful in all their brokenness
compared to what
CelebrateCelebrate SoulCelebrate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(Without considering depth, we are what we seem)
Mirrors are reflections
Backed in darkness
(Compassion is just another word for weakness)
Focus on the shallow
We fear the concept of drowning in self
(New ideals becoming a different breed of stupid)
Me, myself and I
Re-populating the world three at a time
(Originality decomposes under the complacent)
Accept the lie
Too smart to seek our truths
YogaShe goes to sleep late.Yoga2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She sits alone,
Listening to ambient-drone
In her midnight-blue room.
The desk lamp is a small star
In the corner of her dark universe.
She searches Wikipedia
For shades of blue.
She falls in love with
Celeste, cornflower, cyan,
Electric, Indigo, Iris, Maya,
Powder, Sky, Tiffany and Turquoise.
Awe-stricken by their
And the vacuum it creates
In her solar plexus.
She unfolds like a flower.
She imagines herself opening up,
A bouquet of dreams:
Also like a fluffy, white lamb
Beneath a beautifully crafted
And bejewelled sacrificial dagger.
In her mind she pinches
The petals of a thousand sherbet-coloured blooms,
Their biology presses back.
They do not bruise.
“What kind of
Do they practice?”
She wakes up late.
a sliver of the galaxyto the star girl on the edge of my tongue:a sliver of the galaxy1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
your hair dye is fading; you are a patch work
quilt comprised of sleepless nights and
the world around you romanticizes
the sadness that fills you like a broken well,
but you know they’re wrong --
having a darkness that threatens
to overwhelm you every single moment
isn’t glamorous at all.
you’ve started to trace your skin
with a knife again, itching to press
a little harder, to draw on your body
the only way you know how.
but you won’t.
because that will mean
that you’re just as far gone
as they think you are.
and there’s still a sliver inside of you
that doesn’t want to let go.
--the girl on the other side of your mirror
Fill in the blank.Sometimes people leaveFill in the blank.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
these why-sized holes in our lives
after they depart.
differentyou have inked yourselfdifferent2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
between the very atoms of
you curl around my
blood cells in tendrils of
fountain pen tears
and when i hear the splat
of liquid by the heels of my
feet, i know that you
are here to stay.
they say that there are 206
bones in the human body
but if you ever found out,
you'd simply say -
what is the importance of bones
when there's a soul fluttering
around inside this flesh?
you always said
that science was pretentious.
give me a challenge, give me you.i have growngive me a challenge, give me you.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the blood in my veins
have become more
than plasma, and i
am now trapped
within my own hollowed-out
this haze of
has to be transitory--
i can't let it be anything
Writer's BlockI have stumbled upon a barricadeWriter's Block2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
“Stumbled upon” is too elegant of a phrase to use here though, I’ve decided
More like I ran right into it
With my face mushed up against a window
And I’m looking through
My hands are around my face; attempts to prevent glare from violating my vision
I’m looking through but I cannot see
It’s like someone turned out the lights on the other side
Like someone pulled down the blinds
I have sat down with my back to this door
For I have temporarily given up to rest my sight
I have gone blind it seems
My strength is slowly but surely fading away
And I lose my balance…
My back hits the door && I fall through.
On Recursive ThoughtsThis curve of bone no more thanOn Recursive Thoughts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a whitened hive. Inside,
legs, jointed. How these feet catch
and scratch and cling,
a claw in each synapse,
a voice for each and every touch.
A why and why again.
A gauze of wings, held up,
a gauze before my eyes, a misted world,
those stick-dry veins blurred and close.
Somewhere the scent of venom,
the sharpness caught behind my skull.
Each needle-sting a thought and thought again,
a layering up, another string of words,
another cascade of loosened thoughts, a buzz
of voices with their tired whys.
One day I may open this hive-mouth
and watch the exodus go by.
first.the fairytales and lovesongsfirst.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because i do not want
to fall in love with you
like i am falling in love
for the first time.
i want your hand
to fit with mine
like they were
for each other
at the dawn
like we've been making
through the darkness
long before we learned
like we were born
from the same
and i have been looking
to fall in love
with exactly you
since i coughed the seawater
from my lungs
BloomIt's normal, you know.Bloom3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bruises flower under skin like lilies in a garden
Tears find their place just like water in the soil
They seep into the black
And hurt grows so green and natural.
Pearl skin is supposed to go purple
It's as right as the rain.
So don't worry, don't fret
I'm art, you know, cross-stitching on the wall
An ivory piano key
Just as I should be
Because battered things are beautiful.
Feathers torn from silk pillows
And stick figures on balance beams
Aren't as loved, nor as adored,
Nor as beautiful as me.
let the poets cry themselves to sleepit's hard to hate you in the morninglet the poets cry themselves to sleep1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you're waiting in my dreams
what's lovely in the moonlight
is deadly in sunlight, it seems
you won't write, and you won't call
you don't even say 'hello' anymore
(but i wanted to tell you,
you're still the reason i don't lock my door.)
and the walls come tumbing downmy architecture is falling apartand the walls come tumbing down1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on the edge of this wonderland
because my keystone crumbled to sand.
you said you constructed me perfectly,
down to the last balustrade, but
my architecture is falling apart.
i am a composite of broken coffers
and cracked gables
on the edge of this wonderland.
my terracotta walls have come tumbling down
as i inhale the dust of my destruction
because my keystone crumbled to sand.
Believe What LiesBelieve What LiesBelieve What Lies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do empty smiles appear prettiest?
For the simple reason this is the one you choose to believe,
Without looking for the actual truth that lie behind those eyes,
For apathy has set in; maybe you’re just tired of trying…..
Tired of being sad.Real men don't cry, they sayTired of being sad.2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Well maybe their right but
I'm stuck with dry eyes
And maybe I'm not right for her
She still sits brokenhearted
And I'm all out of tries
But your life
is worth the price
of me losing my mind
So if you start
to see me smile
Its not a sign
that I'm over you
I see you running through my dreams again
(Happens every night now)
I toss and turn at what we could have been
(I'd stop if I knew how)
It just strikes a nerve, the thought of you out with another man
Holding his hand
And you may ask me what I smile for
Maybe you think I'm happier
With you gone.
I'm not smiling 'cause I'm happy, no
I'm smiling 'cause I'm tired of being sad.
The moment you left my arms
Was the moment I couldn't take
I felt every single part
of my heart start to break
No one else could make me whole
But you're a thousand miles away
And though i feel like my minds giving
I'm taking the breaths to stay
Cause I know we're good for something
We just haven't made it yet
But we'll feel it
I see yo
DevastationDear Writer,Devastation2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Thanks, but no thanks.
no rhetoric requiredyou don’t need a master’s degreeno rhetoric required2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in literature or creative writing
to capture me—
only a certain abstract, astral idea
of the possibilities
of the written word, the spoken feeling,
a transcendental consciousness
that turns your very being