the science of us.you told me once that a strike of lightningthe science of us.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is five times hotter than the surface of the sun.
and so if i am the sky
then you are the storm,
flawlessly constructed and
elaborately designed to strike me
when i'm broken.
except lightning never strikes
the same place twice,
and your fist has struck
the flesh above my cheekbone
more times than i can count.
"the earth is number two,
and heaven is number three,"
you told me once, as you slipped
your hand beneath my skirt.
your other hand was on the wheel,
guiding us through the storm.
"—because the earth was created first,"
you would tell me,
although i didn't want
to believe it.
"heaven was just an afterthought."
your hand was warm,
and your touch was electric.
i did nothing as you caressed
my inner thigh, and i stood still
as you reached for more.
i allowed you.
i had no choice.
the rain fell on the windshield
like a map of confused roads
and i thought quietly to myself
as our silence burned the bridges.
Depression.........It's a sunny day outside.Depression.........3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I should go out,
Not just sit around in my room and hide.
I try to make myself get out of bed.
And I succeed.
But I am still trapped inside of my head.
The more I think,
The more I try,
To convince myself that I am alright.
The more I convince myself,
The more I feel,
That nothing else is real.
Besides this pain.
I think I might be going a little insane.
And excuse me friend,
Could you draw a smile on this paper bag I am wearing?
After all you're the one I am trying,
To hide all of my feelings from.
This never ends does it?
I feel useless.
Maybe I should just let go now,
But I still cling onto what little hope,
And that is how,
Things might be.
Just one more breath.
One more day,
I am closer to my own death.
Friend, Are You Okay?“Are you okay?”Friend, Are You Okay?4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you were completely honest,
You wouldn’t answer this question so quickly.
I can see,
Past your eyes.
I know what goes on inside of your mind.
Someone stole your light
And you’re stumbling through the night.
Trying to see,
But you can’t break the darkness.
And if you were completely honest,
You wouldn’t say you were fine.
Giving away your secrets,
Like an invitation.
To come and study your head,
Studying every tear you’ve ever shed.
And if you were honest,
In this moment.
I can see you’re trying to cover it up
With little smiles
And pretty eyes
To cover up your lies.
As your soul slowly dies.
And you’re left with nothing more,
Than nothing at all.
And if I were completely honest
I would tell you
That none of those things are true.
That you can be the light
To get you through the night
And that if you start to flicker
I’ll be the flame,
To reignite your hope.
I’ll be your rope
To pull you through this.
The HusbandI took a nap, and when I woke up, the dog that had been sleeping on my chest had become a husband.The Husband2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I said, “Get off, you’re heavy.”
And while he sheepishly slunk to the floor, I asked him what he thought he was doing, being a husband when all I wanted was a dog. He kissed my foot and said that I needed a husband.
This is something that many have tried to tell me in the past, and I was not up for hearing about it. Not on a Saturday afternoon, when I had to fully wake up from my nap, make some coffee, and putz around for a few hours before meeting Sammie for drinks down at Calico’s, so we could watch all the cowboys wearing their finest, most colorful shirts and tightest jeans. Which last part seemed like something to which a husband might take offense.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not a wife, so you’d better change back now.”
“Could you be a wife for a little bit? Try it out?” His eyes were still brown and far too reminiscent of a