SolitudeFrom dusk to dawn,Solitude2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this desolate place
that we call
I feel that
with no way out,
Without a future,
without a purpose,
my yearning soul...
As the darkness
As the numbness
of my sanity
RewrittenCan time ever be rewritten?Rewritten1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hardly believe so
Even if I could turn the clock hands back
Am I capable of changing the past?
I ponder this question often these days
Struggling through the daily hours
Watching people safely from my dark little corner
Wondering if I can resist another meltdown
Given the oppurtunity I would rewrite my life
Start another story
A story I couldn't be ashamed of
Then perhaps the last ten years wouldn't seem like such a waste
Can time ever be rewritten?
I know that isn't so
I just cope with the reality of right now
And hope I'm strong enough to live with the past
TwiceLet's take a pictureTwice1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel uncomfortable
Yet I can't say no to you
'Cause for some inexplicable reason
I told myself you cared all these years
You just wanted to see how much you could exploit from me…
Let's talk, it's important
I'm not a child
I won't fall for the same trick twice
MadnessMadness is a gift.Madness1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It gives me my best stories.
The words are an offering.
But I pay a steep price.
I lose myself in other worlds.
Reality becomes irrelevant.
All that matters is the stories.
The characters consume me.
I create and destroy worlds.
Words are my weapons.
Words are my freedom.
Yet I pay for these words with my mind.
Madness is a gift.
It becomes my greatest muse.
I just offer myself to the abyss.
And the words come running in my place.
back then,i was a wildflower girl,back then,1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
(battle the mountain,
savor the rain.)
2 am, this is when i miss you most, because
i am not atlas,
i cannot carry the world
on my shoulders,
in the darkness,
in my shadows,
so i will just tell myself
to hang onto
hope, because i have nothing left anymore, not even
the boy who tasted my name
like sucre on his lips, not even
the boy who knew
every inch of me
in the moonlight,
Beautiful.They say I’m beautifulBeautiful.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because of the way my crystalline heart reflects light off its fractured surface
Well, that isn't a reflection
It’s rejection of the light because it’s all too much to handle
Throw myself away into the dark without even a candle
‘Cause I don’t want to recognize all the pain I’m in
Or realize the truth behind what I am or who I've been
And I tried to make things right but I just keep on making wrong
I never listened to the angel on my shoulder when she called
I count my tears like they’re experience
And my scars like they’re mysterious
And that’s a feeling I’ll remember –
Watching as you left
Watching as you ended what was meant to be forever
And I can see it in their eyes; everyone can empathize
So they say that I’m beautiful because they don’t know what else to say.
But if being broken is beautiful, then it’s the ugliest way...
Dead AirYou just got the news.Dead Air1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today's breaking story
hit too close
Proper Etiquette?Set the table, pour the drinks,Proper Etiquette?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
be sure the silver doesn't clink!
Fold the napkins, make 'em nice-
your sloppiness just won't suffice!
Make sure to straighten out the plates
then go get dressed, you're running late!
Next you'll have to slice the bread,
and put some margarine for spread.
Wait-what is that awful stench?
Oh, you foolish girl, you wench!
You burned the course, you burned the meal,
potatoes, corn, and all the veal!
Now there is nothing left to eat
we have no vegetables, no meat!
Look at what you've done, you fool-
did you learn nothing at that school?
Don't bore me with apologies,
you'll never be a prodigy!
Domestication's not for you-
don't look at me like that, it's true!
You burn all of the food you touch,
you turn the veggies close to mush,
you never turn the oven off-
I give you rules, and then you scoff!
Go fight a war, or sail the sea-
but a housewife? No, you'll never be.
Ivy and The BirdIvy tangled to the lattice,Ivy and The Bird1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cling to the darkest crevice,
Stretching to another thing,
Arms stretched forward toward the gleam,
Bird which suckles the flowered stem,
Sings soul of the ivy which bend.
The bird soared but ivy curled,
Wishing it could see the world.
Ivy envies the bird which sings,
And it’s heavenly daring dreams.
Bird which flutters high in spring,
Flies no more with injured wing.
I am PerfectI am yellow,I am Perfect2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am blue,
I am you.
I am red,
I am purple,
I am something new.
I am orange,
I am green,
I am thee.
I am the colors of the rainbow,
I am living life itself,
I am me.
Internal Bleeding StrawberrySummarry: Some nightamres can lead you to another one, taking out your innermost instincts; Ichigo is about to suffer it.Internal Bleeding Strawberry5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He tossed in his bed unable to sleep, anxiety had gripped his whole being, and the cold in his room was so thick that he could barely breathe. Again nervously he squirmed on the white sheets under their sweaty skin.
The doors of his lungs were closed in eternal despair
Whispers in the darkness were perceived, they were saying his name, and they were shouting threats, words filled with pain, agony, hatred
Cracking sounds were heard in the corridor, scratches on the walls, the steps of someone coming to his door.
He panted, panted in surprise but wanted to scream, but it seemed his voice had
The knob turned slowly and brown orbs opened in surprise.
The bedroom door opened cautiously, emanating an audible cracking sound.
And Ichigo swore to see a gold glint peep through the slot, seconds later it closed crashing with thud.
The whispers, be
BonesLoveBones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is less about flowers
than it is
about Monday mornings,
when all the world
dreads the commute,
to share a space with you.
of serenades and starlight,
I often find myself
inside of mundane fantasies,
of your shower wet hair,
so snugly together
in dashboard light
like lips and hips
in the blue glow
satellite stereo screens,
long to take you
So many men
seek the perfection
that have no basis
want to dive head first
tangled up in every complication
that is us.
My love --
you are the everything
flaws and highlights,
and all of your bad,
of a lifetime spent longing
which only you possess,
am not -ever-
going to give up on
Adolescent Prisonerin the back of my mind,Adolescent Prisoner2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's a child, with bleeding knuckles,
banging against the walls of my hysteria.
i won't let her escape -
because no one will love her.
the split the spread the threadyou were standing in the lamplight with all the grace and incident of the black seathe split the spread the thread2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i sat with a scrape of skin pressing into the carpet uncomfortably.
a shift of light moved us quietly into arms, some forgotten touch newly placed.
the only stirring in all the world was the moving of our chests
which at their crests would touch—a faithful mythology of meeting.
titular gestures carried italics and lost their momentum mid-air.
we were xerics of this arid landscape brimmed with sea air.
the shifts of light moving our bodies glared ceremoniously,
our puckering sensations forming a stunning tear.
we danced as statues with flesh and touch
more soft and real than our real bodies ever had
and covered the subway floor with our gritty concrete shards
—a bloom of breaking that spread and mixed and marked
that linoleum floor, grounded stone(fire)works.
a warm and gathered silence of togetherness.
the still beat of murk.
Depression and I are Fuck BuddiesWhen I was young I made a friend.Depression and I are Fuck Buddies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was kind of quiet-
a loner, like me.
She wore a long cloak of stars and melodies
that would wrap around us both when she got close.
As we got older
we became closer-
until she was all I could see.
She gave me words of comfort,
whispered when no one was around.
And I would hold her close,
Keeping her curled up inside.
Even when she was mean,
I would forgive her.
If she made me cry,
I would hold her closer.
We are never apart for very long,
though the people around us would try
and rip us from each other’s grasp.
She would simply disappear
for hours or days or months.
And soon she would sneak in my bedroom
with her cloak of starlight and music
and hold me in a lovers’ embrace.
my grandmother had a blanket of galaxiesmy grandmother once told me that if i gathered allmy grandmother had a blanket of galaxies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the stars in the midnight sky, i could sew them into
a giant blanket of galaxies for lovers to make wishes on.
this is what you do with your hands:
learn the same language my grandmother did all those
years prior to this moment of steam and shake.
come daybreak, we collapse into each other with the
sort of stumbling that my grandmother warned me of.
foolish hands know no boundaries, she would say.
thank God that i am boundless, finding you with probing fingers,
your shoulders a make-shift ladder i climbed to catch
just an inkling of heaven on the tip of my tongue.
if every i love you we whispered
into the gentle morning's ear
brought us closer together,
we would become each other.
folding until we are one:
nothing but a crease of constellations
on my grandmother's blanket.
Something PreciousLife.Something Precious2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's a precious thing,
no matter how still,
there's life in them,
I cut through one
and green sap
flowed from the wound
from a paper cut.
Did it weep silently
as it bled?
Did it scream?
Did it hurt?
those that sway
to the wind's command,
they're living, too,
no matter how submissive,
and they die.
how can something
be so alive?
yet no matter
how much life there
seems to be,
it falls, too,
life can fall apart
so easily with
one wrong move,
That's all it takes.
there was a boy
I once knew
who thought his own life wasn't
for him to live,
to deserve to live like
Every night I heard his cries;
He asked the God above
to take away his life.