Things I Would Tell HerI want to tell her the thingsThings I Would Tell Her5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll tell her when she’s older,
but the information terrifies her.
In order of importance:
she has luna moths in her head,
monarch butterflies in her stomach,
and a feral fetus in her womb.
are collapse-clasped and folded
in her lap;
she holds her elbows like wings
away from her ribs,
ready to flap,
I want to tell her
to keep one hand in her purse
so she can always find her keys,
to keep an eye on the door
and the door always open
so she can run if she doesn't feel safe,
but her cheeks are rorschach-splotch red
and the tension in her shoulders
warns me she's not ready
to hear this.
And there is the possibility that
maybe I’m not ready to tell
I’m just as devastated as her;
that she is surrounded by friends and family
who are violated by a community
where no man can say yes all men.
Tips on Getting Me Through a CrisisLove me.Tips on Getting Me Through a Crisis11 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Remember I am still
the woman you know.
I am still found
in every part
of this body's rhythm--
I am in the ka-thump, ka-thump
of my heartbeat,
the steady flow
of blood that courses rivers
on its way to these limbs.
Remember that. Even when I seem gone,
I am still here.
Do not promise to never leave.
People leave. Hearts grow old
and heavy; I do not want
to be a burden you carry--
I do not want to be an obligation
to a promise.
If you need to leave,
leave, but be honest
if you tell me
you're coming back.
Ignore the voice in your head
lying to you. I am tired. I am weary,
but my heart has not gone
and I still appreciate you.
Forgive me for not singing
my usual songs. I have not forgotten
or moved on without you,
but the plover nestled behind my tonsils
swoops, swoops. She believes
she protects me, even as her beak
splits my throat.
Remember and remind me.
I may be hiding
beneath the covers,
tucking myself into a cupboard
like a skeleton,
or scratching through walls
Remember me.We were seventeen when we met.Remember me.4 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The first thing you said to me
was "Open your eyes
You were a collection of
skinned knees and your
father's broken promises,
holding onto your fears
like miniature phantoms
clinging to the bit of skin beneath your eyes,
the indentations of muscle in your chest.
You taught me how to make
You taught me that every little
every pop of pain,
was God's design,
and if he was a painter,
you said I'd be the Mona Lisa.
You said I was a work of art.
You made big towering claims
like your hopes for San Francisco,
you piled me up like cities and skyscrapers
and buildings tourists flocked to
just to take a photograph,
capture a single memory.
When I broke my bones,
you laughed it off and said,
"People, we're just like
big versions of dolls,
snapping limbs and
cracking under pressure
the way anything does,"
and after getting pissed and
nursing my cast,
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.
Unwilling AwakenessThe sea never falls asleepUnwilling Awakeness11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it shuffles, half drowning
in its own unspent dreams,
trying desperately to stay afloat
its glittering eyes reflecting stars
as it shudders and groans
under the weight of another day,
as the sun turns to treacle
and spreads itself thinly
across its ridge-d-back.
It tumbles and trips over,
clumsy in its deprivation state,
and tosses its limbs, its head,
over and again. It stays awake.
It can't afford to dream of rain
drumming upon its lonely door
to accompany it for eternity,
No. The sea can never fall asleep.
jelly beansRyan’s hands shook on the cold metal doorknob. On the other side of the door, he had no idea what condition he would find Nora in. All he knew was that he’d received a call from North Pine Hospital at two o’clock in the morning regarding a Miss Nora Anne Hartford, who’d been admitted earlier and who had him listed as his first point of contact.jelly beans11 months ago in Scraps More Like This
He’d driven there half asleep, swerving back and forth on the dimly lit country roads. It was a miracle he hadn’t gotten into an accident and wound up in the hospital himself.
Now, taking a deep breath and clenching his teeth, he opened the door and let himself in. The room was small and white. Ryan frowned at the scent of antiseptic. God, he hated hospitals.
Nora was sitting up in bed in a hospital gown, her wrist up close to her face. Upon closer inspection, it appeared that she was trying to rip an I.V. out of her hand with her teeth.
“Nora! What are you doing?” Ryan asked, horrified.
Safety Instructions“Warning, weak and fragile!”Safety Instructions1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you labelled me,
because I broke.
“Replace when damaged!”
is your brand of trouble shooting.
You never read half the manual
before (ab)using the product,
otherwise you couldn't have missed this:
Important Safety Instructions
Note: Every human is breakable
without proper care and maintenance.
Caution: Too much pressure can cause mental injury.
Caution: Abrasive words might damage god's product.
Warning! Failure to talk things through can cause electric shock to the heart.
Warning! Persistent ignorance kills!
You didn't even read the signs written all over my face:
Caution, valuable, handle with care!
Project Save MeDon't ask me how I amProject Save Me10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I'm silent too long;
tell me you know I'm pretending,
tell me it's okay to fall apart,
tell me you'll catch me
if I climb too high
and can't find
a safe way down.
Don't tell me I deserve better
when I get hurt again;
tell me I'm an idiot,
tell me you're not surprised
I crashed and burned,
tell me the truth
because no one else will.
Don't offer to swap war stories;
I don't want to hear
about your heartaches,
I just want someone
to fix mine.
Don't tell me
they'll get what's coming to them
after they've left me broken;
that I give too many chances
because that's the only thing
I really know how to do.
that when I forgive them,
I'm not thinking
about the fact
that they've hurt me a thousand times;
about how much lighter I feel
without the weight
Tell me it's okay,
tell me it's not my fault,
but don't ever,
tell me to just get over it.
you'll always be there
and then prove it;
Another DayEating goosecherriesAnother Day5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the saccharine slipping down our chins
we gouged out the pits
and flicked the stubs into the bracken.
Mosquitos idly drifting
between sticky fingers
and the glossy punnets of our teeth
inset in stains of lobsterous lips
with the excited intent of all the words
and of all the amber-glass days
still left to be shared.
until our bodies are heavy-ripe
and oversaturated with a syrupy serenity;
another day, joyfully squandered in sun.
WaterWaterWater1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
everything you thought you were.
What will remain
when everything that is
-just a temporary shell-
is washed away?
Can you stand
to be so shellless
your naked self
tossed through the currents?
Or will you rather collect
forming a new shell
to dress your self in?
ScaredGod, god, oh god, I am so scared.Scared1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
So so scared, to do what I yearn to do.
Scared, scared, oh so freaking scared,
to do what I need to do to live,
truly live – not just survive.
I am so shaking nervous
to let go of the tiny bird in my hand,
although I know holding on to it
won't do me nor it any good.
So, so, so afraid to fail
when hunting for the two in the bush,
ever evasive birds of peace of mind and freedom.
But I'll need both their wings
to finally fly.
I pray for WindI pray for windI pray for Wind1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to press air into my depressed lungs,
for a gust
to blow my mind,
removing the black clouds,
for a gale
to push me forward,
out of this airless,
lifeless state of mine.
nothing but a dried leaf,
crumpled on the ground.
Please god, breathe
your breath of live
into me (again).
Let me dance
on the invisible wings
of your power.
And There Was Lighti.And There Was Light7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
Frozen Hive MindYou are the mass,Frozen Hive Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the lone creature of difference.
You think the single thought
of the hive mind.
Because your strength is unity,
conformity is what you seek.
I seek the aberrant thoughts of innovation.
and an open mind.
I am what you are not:
my own self made individual.
time quantum egresswe bury our heartstime quantum egress2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the heavy glow of the horizon,
the electric hum of the New Moon
digging through the skull
we wander stateless, eyes blankly set
in dispassion. lost souls of a lost time
dragging wire-shells and pale furnaces
and we have outlived our selves.
how to be my loveri.how to be my lover4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
look me in the eyes and count the stars
that you see reflecting in their
faltering irises as my
pupils dilate to show you what’s inside.
hear the symphony that is my body:
the clicking of my tongue as I pull at
the hem of my shirt,
the silent whispers of my breath as I
exhale my butterflies,
the war drum beating of my heart
as it hangs upon my sleeve.
feel my hand tucked tightly
between the ridges and gaps
of your calloused palm like a puzzle piece
that doesn’t quite fit.
(leave your fingerprints along my spine
so that I may find you the day
you become lost.)
taste my name on your lips;
salty, sour, bittersweet.
savor each and every morsel
as you devour me
letter by letter,
limb by limb.
breath me in like the fragrance of a fine wine—
i am a smoke that
will soothe your senses and pull those
ever pleasant words from your
pretty little mouth.
Said the Peasant to the KingI find it quite displeasing,Said the Peasant to the King9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
all your self-righteous claims.
Darling, don't you know,
that they won't buy you fame?
So flaunt your lovely vocabulary,
knowing that we can't see
your large print Oxford Dictionary.
For the thesaurus behind your back,
can't make up for what you lack.
Lying is an art,
and you've proven yourself the best.
Sharing all you've learned,
when you didn't even pass the test.
I see nothing here to admire,
and the only titles you'll earn from me,
are fake, fraud, and liar.
And all those people that you rejected,
are hopeless victims of the venom you've injected.
So tell them that it's easy.
Continue with your childish teasing.
I find it quite displeasing.
Gehen lassenGehen lassenGehen lassen5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ich habe dich nicht kommen sehen
Ich kenne die Pfade nicht, auf denen du wandelst
Ich weiß nicht, was du schon erlebt hast
Aber ich mag es, mit dir zu sprechen
Und dich lächeln zu sehen
Wir haben nicht viel gesprochen
Wir haben uns nie privat getroffen
Wir haben uns morgens nie gegrüßt
Aber wie es dir geht, kümmert mich
Und ich möchte dich nicht traurig sehen
Du hast mich immer behandelt, wie ich behandelt werden wollte
Du weißt, was du willst
Du hast deinen Weg gewählt
Aber dieser Weg führt dich fort von mir
Und niemals wieder zurück
Mir ist niemals bewusst gewesen, dass ich dich vermissen würde
Obwohl wir nie Freunde waren
Und kaum gesprochen haben
Wünsche ich dir von ganzem Herzen
Bei allem, was du tust
The Prince of the BogHe watched the impenetrable mist curl into intricate shapes, forming an ethereal spectacle in the dim light of the late afternoon. It danced around the sturdy oak trees and caressed the rough barks in an almost tender fashion. Gnarled branches swayed and leaves rustled, murmuring a soft melody that resonated throughout the bog and pierced right into its heart. Though in motion, the scenery seemed strangely cold and lifeless. Darkness encroached from below to boldly sweep across the land, before swallowing it. Tendrils, smooth and tortuous, reached for the old barks’ roots, as if trying to pull them underground. Perhaps, they had succeeded before. Uprooted trees presented labyrinthine curtains for inspection.The Prince of the Bog1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Amidst all of that, there was a tall, equine creature, slick and damp, its dark skin strangely mythical and alluring. The way it moved was fluid and graceful, but only appeared harmonious from a distance. As it approached, the beast’s strength and presence became
All Together DifferentI'll be your armAll Together Different1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
please be my leg.
We can not have too many eyes,
as every viewpoint is different.
My weakness is your strength
and I'll catch you where you fall.
all together different,
adapted just as much,
as required to make room
Because you are
what we have been missing.
We appreciate all your skills
and all our talents
are at your disposal.
Let us eternally rediscover
your new true self.
You are invited:
Be unique, be You.
Be curious, be Us.
Be part of the group
made of individuals.
SecretsAll my thoughtsSecrets1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
are silently locked away
behind closed lips.
I am not apt to spill them
I rather hide them
deep down inside my ribcage-casket,
than to betray them to indifferent ears.
But if you are truly interested
know that the answer
is only a question away.
virulenceWith a bitter twist to the tongue,virulence5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
he treated his final words like
"You're like catching lightning,
and I'm tired of chasing storms."
She couldn't help but smile
as he walked away from her.
She's partial to the idea of being
Burning HandsTheyBurning Hands1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
encourage me to keep my hands in the scorching fire
- just a little longer -
until I find a better, safer way to roast my food.
blisters on my hands
and pain in my mind
is not a reason to quit that job.
I should rather develop a proper resistance against fire,
How much longer
do you suggest I wait?
Would third-degree burns be sufficient?
Or do you want me to go right down to the fourth, bones turning to ash?
You know those can kill, don't you?
But you and they forgot:
the bones important here
are not those in my hands.
My backbone snaps back into place,
redrawing my hands.
There's more than enough food,
which I can digest
My mind, freed from pain, will find plenty.
And it will taste so much sweeter
without the bitter burned skin.