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 sinners2 years 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 There2 years 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 words2 years 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.Cursor2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As you blinked, I pumped.
You spelled, I lived.
Don't fail me now, Dear.
Your Marlboro LightsI'm letting go of the sightsYour Marlboro Lights2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Of a future with you
With your Marlboro Lights
And your bottles of booze
Because death and desire
Seem to go hand in hand
And while we burn like a fire
We still fall with the sand
You were curing my lonely
I was making you worse
And I could pray to the holy
That you could live through the hurt
But I was making you bitter
I was making you drown
Between white lines of glitter
My love was holding you down
Once the future was bright
When I missed all the signs
Of your Marlboro Lights
And your tabletop lines
But you tore me apart
And we brought out the worst
From inside our own hearts
Nothing cuts like the first
You were curing my lonely
In the dead of the night
And I could pray to the holy
That you could live through the fight
But I was making you colder
I was killing you slow
Between a rock and a boulder
My love had to let go
Once we dreamed of a future
And we wanted it all
Thought with stitches and sutures
We might survive the fall
Now the bruises and break
the smell of our sleeplessness-the smell of our sleeplessness5 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
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 say2 years 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
.i would shed my skin.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
with autumn, but my veins would
crack like the dry leaves
4.02there are no sails on this ship4.021 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i am afraid of the water
but god, you make me want to dive
rabbit heart, in headlights"so, tell me something about you." he whispered into my earrabbit heart, in headlights6 years ago in Post-Teen (Mature) More Like This
tracing my body with his lips instead of chalk, on a bed instead of pavement
my life is an experiment of bad choices and regrets."
"would you say i'm one?"
"no, you definitely are not."
and we moved against each other. believing this wasn't a
m i s t a k e
regret number one,
i breathed into telephones
and left you brokenwhispers in phrases like, i love you
i was too preoccupied with six vowels and two consonants to sputter out ten digits, redialing you to my heart - a nine zero five (i love you too) eight two seven (inhale and exhale) three nine two four (mistaking, that you knew it already) but you didn't.
you told me that my number had been unintentionally erased from your arm with soap and water
(but i had a hunch it was really a bar of dispassion and a running tap of immorality)
regret number t
10.55my words were always bound to you.10.551 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i never knew what to write about before i wrote about the flitting of your eyelashes against mine. there was nothing that inspired me more than the way in which your eyes were always so endlessly bound to the horizon. you made poetry seem like it was dancing, as if sentences were the rhythm to my favourite song and i'd known them for as long as i could remember. the way you held me brought to mind a thousand adjectives; made me feel like there was a whole language i could twirl around itself like ivy and still not be finished describing you, or the curve of your lips or caramel of your skin or the way in which there is a smile i have that belongs just to you.
i've never known a feeling that's made me mix tears with pen ink on the page other than the ones you've made me feel. even your absence, in all of it's harrowing emptiness, drew emotion from me like blood, and like sap from a tree i was able to draw words. empty, meaningless and for nobody, but w
hold this against me.i extend my arm and tracehold this against me.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lonely roads along my veins
that disappear like
highways in the night.
i shake my bottle of light
beer that i can't even stand
the taste of but drink
anyway because i refuse to
let myself have anything
and i think about that bridge
across from my college, over
the ravine, and how much i
want to fly.
"oh, that rebecca," they'll
say, "she was a scholarly girl.
believed in the impossible. set
her goals sky high."
that's me—the idealistic one,
the naive one, the one who
chases what she knows she
i set the bottle down,
draw my legs up, tuck my
arms into the crook between
them and my stomach, and
become someone else entirely.
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.
you burn-you burn4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have waited for the poet -
for the boy whose eyes shine
with the understanding
of a thousand worlds
and i will hold your hands
against mine, against the world
share silence and fall asleep
in your voice, echoing guitar
saving leftover shoelacestonight, we remember how to live.saving leftover shoelaces6 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
he taught her -happiness does not consist in getting something -he taught her -5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it consists in becoming something.
5.00there is no fucking metaphor5.002 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the way you tear me apart
it's something like lightning
ripping through the sky,
but also like the way
.when her love left, it left.2 years 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'
what were we made for?i am the distance between your heart and somewhere forgotten. there is nothing more terrifying than living with ache, with loneliness. feeling it claw at your insides and tighten your throat, feeling eyelids grow heavy, mind pounding, thoughts never ending.what were we made for?5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
hearing all kinds of noise, hearing you go farther and farther away until there is nothing left but the rest of the world behind me. i cannot get myself to walk the other way, instead i stand in the same spot hoping one day you will come back. but that's never going to happen, is it?
i've learned that no matter how much time passes the people you wish would change and the life you wish you had will never come to you. you have to walk those steps and find it somehow. you have to move on despite what is building up inside of you. realizing you deserve more for yourself and acting on it is true strength,
even if it means walking through life burying all this pain, washing the stains of memories with feelings in the present. i am the di
running and chasingyou are the sun and the moonrunning and chasing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and every other fucking thing in the world
and god, i love you;
the way you burn and burn
as though you've got no time left
but sometimes i can't help but think
that there's no cure for memory
or for the heaviness of silence
for feeling just plain and simple tired
of everyone and everything
sometimes, you smile as though
you don't even know who you are
or you've go nothing left to lose
and i don't know what to say to that
because you are all i have to lose
but everything i want to
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.flies2 years 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
bricks or kissesi won't throw kissesbricks or kisses6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in your direction. i'll be
throwing bricks instead
talk to me sober.alcohol is your besttalk to me sober.5 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.