12:18And I think that 4am knows all my secrets,
I think it knows how you once held my waist as you told me secrets of your own,
I think that it knows that when I was lonely I would drink wine and dance under pine trees.
By Friday you smelt like Summer again,
you smelt of the salt kissed air on the nights our feet would trail along train tracks.
You kissed me again like that day in March,
you kissed me as you did when it was nothing but lust, nothing but star-like shadows.
drunken sinners1.drunken sinners1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sky had bled introverted colors of
reds and purples,
like some drunken painter had decided to
declare his independence.
you kissed her pale pink lips,
and i thought about why you'd love such a
the liquor was golden and gleaming
in your rusty
and your voice after you drank a glass
was grunge and grey and
you were different afterwards.
like someone had lacerated out your heart
from your chest and left it beating in my
you were combing through the bible like
an unread diary,
and i could see jesus's disapproving face from your
you were sinning and
you were also adam and i was eve
and we were both damned to
The Meaning of 'No' and Where to Go From ThereFor my AP Language and Composition class, we were supposed to write an essay on a controversial topic. I chose Rape Culture.The Meaning of 'No' and Where to Go From There1 year ago in Personal More Like This
An important line that seems to be blurred when it comes to sexual advances and the act of sex itself is the idea of "when does no mean no". If a woman is blackout drunk yet still asks for sex, even though she might not remember it in the morning, surely it isn't against her will? Or if a girlfriend says no, maybe she's just playing hard to get, right? Wrong. No matter the innuendos and no matter the situation, 'no' does in fact mean 'no'. Regardless of how drunk the person is or what they are wearing, there is never an excuse for rape or an 'invitation' for sexual assault. But the question is where did this mindset begin and why is it acted upon so often and without reproof?
The catalyst and the enabler of rape is much more complex than just a man's lust: the crux of the issue lies in the idea of "Rape Culture". Rape culture is a society in which people of all a
you were speechless but full of wordsyou were speechless but full of wordsyou were speechless but full of words1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as i cracked your spine and fondled your
you were full of desperation and angst;
sprinkled with glitter of hope and feigned
you were a tragic love story
i ran my fingers over you, apprehensive
of what the next few chapters would hold
but in my heart i knew you would be worth all
the pain in the end
CursorYou have always been in beat with my pulse.Cursor1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
As you blinked, I pumped.
You spelled, I lived.
Don't fail me now, Dear.
i'm writing down things i don't know how to sayit has been months since i've put pen to paper and not thought of you. it's been months since i've been able to paint portraits with pencil across a paper plain. i'm having trouble forming sentences. i'm having trouble falling asleep at night. i'm having trouble.i'm writing down things i don't know how to say9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am writing down the things i don't know how to say.
you hit me like a freight train, suddenly, without a siren or horn. i guess that's why i haven't been able to speak, i've been lying, breathless, on my back for what seems like a long enough time for me to bleed out. i'm constantly waiting for something to happen. i wake up every morning and i always check to see if you're still here. always. i'm constantly waiting for something to happen and i'm not sure what it is.
i'm writing things that i can't verbalize.
i'm having those dreams again. i spent six months on the road last night. i crossed every border that this country has to offer me. i took a shot in every side-of-the-highway bar i could find. it still wasn't enough. n
the smell of our sleeplessness-the smell of our sleeplessness4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'You've never really felt pain, until you've lost everything' he murmured, his eyes fixed on the dirt between our feet. 'You've never really had your heart broken if you can put the pieces back together.' He paused, taking a small sip from an almost empty wine glass and continued with his drunken monologue.
'You've never really learnt to appreciate their hands if the hands of another don't make you sick to your stomach, and you never understood the way they smelt unless you can smell it on your pillows'
He looked up at me, his face wistful and his grey eyes reflecting the cigarette he held in his hand and stared right though me as he muttered.
'And you know what, you've never really been in love if you can learn to love another'
He doesn't like the way he looks anymore. His once smooth skin is now a victim to his grief, to gravity and to his old age. His hair, growing more and more grey with each day that passes had once been dense and thick, dark brown - framing his luri
4.02there are no sails on this ship4.024 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i am afraid of the water
but god, you make me want to dive
saving leftover shoelacestonight, we remember how to live.saving leftover shoelaces5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we live while dying,
and no, it's not cliche.
hanging ourselves with
piano strings, contemplating
what our pastel skin will
look like in a year or two.
today, i am a five year old, with only joy.
i realized my hope blew like dust
in the wind, but i sat still waiting
for you to catch it for me. you
were too busy holding your hands up,
trying to get a glimpse of the
crashing skyline that had so long
eluded you, the sun warped your vision.
the lines blurred and stretched before
your weary eyes, how many more years
did you plan on staring?
i never dreamed
of death until
i was really alive.
tomorrow, we realize life is almost worth living.
i spent a month with you in therapy, for
little more then moral support. you were the
support to my moral, and i was the moral to your
cheap three a.m. thrills. while our blankets stay
cold in the dead of night, we keep warm. staking
our claim on the other's skin. like animals,
we mark our territory.
i saw forever i
self-inflictedi stoppedself-inflicted1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
think of you
i'm saving you so much time.
fliesshe told him of the nails under her skin, the firm feeling of fear, foreboding, hanging over her like clouds. she told him of her once aching head, her once aching chest, her once aching hips. she spoke as though the world was listening, she spoke as though the world was confined to this one pair of ears.flies11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she told him stories about the things she's seen, she mentioned her migrant heart and her wandering eyes. she mentioned the bridges she's built and subsequently burned, the roads she's walked down, the ones she's avoided.
she spoke as if he was listening intently. she spoke as though he could hear her. she whispered as though he was inches away. as if her hands were wrapped around his waist, with her head on his shoulder. she's still having those dreams. he whisks her off her feet and they walk away, fully cliche, into a sunset that means nothing more than the coming night. she knows the night has already come. her eyes have remained open for as long as his have been tightly locked. s
.when her love left, it left.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the house empty
and she says
i hope one day it'll
come back to me,
cos i don't keep this shotgun
on my front porch for nothin'
bricks or kissesi won't throw kissesbricks or kisses5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in your direction. i'll be
throwing bricks instead
2.52you fell into the darkness between the ocean of red and white lights,2.5210 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
glowing through a foggy taxi window, flickering from the top of the bridge.
you told me why lights in the distance flicker once, but i've forgotten.
i've forgotten your face in the melody, your voice in the beat
i lost you in the spaces in that beautifully melancholy sea of life,
and i don't want to find you.
.:because the world today:.we no longer lay on our roofs to watch the sky,.:because the world today:.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nor do we smile and fingerpaint [but we cry];
we don't tear up at movies
nor run, fearing scraped knees.
we don't awake to watch meteor showers
or catch hummbingbirds drinking from flowers.
we no longer "compare thee to a summers' day,"
instead we say, no, text, "i <3 u!" [so cliche!]
we are no longer aware of who walks the streets today - foe or friend;
we have crawled into ourselves, waiting for the world to end,
but never have we stopped to think, to wonder, to imagine:
what could we be if we could again begin?
talk to me sober.alcohol is your besttalk to me sober.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
friend while my innocence
is mine, you have your
lies and i have my life.
which do you
honestly think will
we spend weekends at
bars and weekdays on
the roof of your parents
no one lives here
now so it's the
perfect place for
you to have sex with
strangers and get drunk.
i'm alive, i'm alive.
you're only dreaming.
i spend weekends walking
down the street where the
bar used to be, and i spend
weekdays working like
you still think you're
going somewhere, and your band
is going to make it
someday we'll all be
dead all you will be
no where. no one will
remember you because
no one knows you, no
one loves you.
giving upMy father once told me that I was the kind of person who should never give up on anything. I was young, I had no idea what he meant. He leaned into me, stared into my bright eyes and told me that the world becomes a scary place when you're older. It eats you alive, if you give up.giving up3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was sitting on the other side of a terracotta coffee table, on the back porch of our old house, grape vines clawing their way up and around the wooden poles on either side of him, the sunlight beginning to shine through their thin, bright green leaves. This is how I remember him now between the grape vine frame, cigarette in his hand, one knee curled up to his chest and a smile spread across his not yet darkened face. This is how I like to remember my father. How he was when he was happy, when he was young and innocent and he lived as though he knew the whole world was bowing to him; waiting at his fingertips.
Sometimes though, I can't help but remember the way he'd cry every time he'd call me for m
Everyday wears me downA year ago today I left you sitting on the street looking up at the sky with your black eyes, hands pooled in your lap. Your pianist's fingers still for once. I had small hands and I used to envy how your fingers bridged octaves so damn easily.Everyday wears me down4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You said, 'It's going to rain.'
And I walked away.
The day before I left, I wrote you a song.
I don't think you understand. Jason. David. Whoever you want to be today.
How your hands snag on my hair and the way
you make me smile even when I'm about to fall apart
Last winter I cradled my heart ─
I never finished. It was cold and quiet in my room. Outside the sun blazed down. The air conditioner buzzed. I drank the last of my Coke and dripped splotchy tears all over the sheets. I heard you were a player from a friend of a friend. She told me I'd better watch out.
A player. Yeah, I could believe that. You were always the best at whatever you did. Playing Mozart. Playing your audience to oblivion. Playing girl's hearts. I sh
there is far too muchthe sun is the closest star to the earth, and travelling at the speed of light, it takes eight minutes for it's shine to reach us. the next closest star is called alpha centauri, and travelling at the same speed, it takes two years for it's light to reach us.there is far too much3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you told me this long ago, on a summer night, when we laid together on the grass in my backyard, watching the clouds weave themselves through the stars. you told me many things that night - that you were color blind, your favorite type of cigarettes, the best spray paint brands and that you loved me very much.
after it is all gone, i have forgotten your favorite cigarette brand. i have forgotten what you told me about color blindness, and spray paint. i have now forgotten what you smell like, what you thought of my writing, but i do remember what it feels like to love and be loved back. i remember what it felt like to wake up in the morning next to you, and what it was like to have your arm wrapped around my while i slept.
behind these teeth and eyesyour shoulders rise, mountain peaks dipped in azure blue, your face buried in my collarbone as you allow yourself to melt over me,behind these teeth and eyes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my hands carressing your skin, feeling like we are amongst an autumn wind that runs through the cracks of my hands, a sensation that replenishes your back bone, dries the tears that built up like cobwebs, spun softly, hidden in the brink of windows, forgotten.
except i saw and i broke everything that was keeping you down.
you do not know why we didn't make love tonight, i would tell you it is because i do not have the strength in me, but you have your eyes closed
and you are drifting into a transfixion strained with words we do not want to hear said. sights that make your stomach burn forest fires, bones rubbing together, kissing the thin layer of skin
you do not ask me to please eat, you do not ask what colour my eyes are in the morning light, or why i look so sad
you do not ask but i ask "baby please don't cry, sh everything will be alright."
we do not
the morning of bluesadness pours through the air as the days coalesce, a thick grey duskthe morning of blue3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hovering above the skeletal trees, this winter lays too calm and still for me
to not think about you, to not get lost in this emptiness. strange it is,
the sensation of fading, body submissive to starvation, becoming smaller
because i cannot stand to feel the weight of the present. i am imprisoned
in this shell of a human being, the person i have become has no soul anymore,
it died with the numbers, it left when you did.
i don't want to hear this heartbeat, as i drink my tea in burleigh china
i am the only one awake, watching an azure blue transcending onto the furniture.
wondering what the sound of your breaths are like, how things would be if you still wanted me. strange it is, the realization of how sad things can be the most beautiful, the most profound.
winter winds whisper to me that perhaps things inside will never get fixed, as they collide with the window softly. i am not sure either, everything inside feels
beginningYou know those things in life, that you just can't explain -beginning4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
those feelings that there aren't words for,
that make you want to scream and cry and laugh all at the same time,
and when things are so beautiful it hurts?
When you begin to imagine how big the earth underneath you really is,
and those moments you realize that despite that,
it's still the smallest things in life that mean the most.
Those moments when you begin to begin to appreciate
that there are so many beautiful things in this world
that you will never see -
because it makes you appreciate the ones you do see,
that little bit more.
You know those moments in life, when you first understand
how special all the things you have actually are
and when you finally start to believe that love
really does exist?
Happiness isn't a price tag,
or the number of wrinkles on your forehead
and it's not the amount of times you've seen a shooting star
or places you've left your footprints -
happiness is the way you cherish these moments
desiccatei.desiccate1 year 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.
death of a dreamstanding against the grey bricks on the sidewalk, and watched as the city unfurled in front of them, illuminated towers rising above overdressed crowds that hovered between traffic lights, rising into the emptiness of the night sky.death of a dream2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
they had a staring competition, but she knew, for her, it was just an excuse to look at him properly. an excuse to study the delicate ivy of his irises, the curl of his eyelashes. he couldn't help but look away, and she couldn't help but smile.
sometimes she thinks that the warmth of her arm against his,
could tell him better than any words ever could.
EnigmaMaybe you'll find meEnigma2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with purple hair
dancing on a park bench
singing in the rain
full of tears
hitting the high notes
a thousand colours rubbing off like chalk
the cracks in the pavement
Maybe you won't think, then
that I am
but merely this simple
who lives and loves