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
What goes aroundA young girl was walking down the streetWhat goes around2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When she saw an old lady sprawled on the ground
Looking for something she had dropped
She happily passed the lady without a look
The lady was none of her concern
But just a couple minutes later
The poor old lady was mugged
Just when she had found what she was looking for
A boy snatched it and ran off
Afterward the old lady walked into a restaurant
She angrily threw herself down at a table
And she snapped at the poor waiter
Although the nice boy had done nothing wrong
Soon the waiter couldn't take it anymore
He began to get angry at those around him
It became so bad that his boss noticed
And he was swiftly fired and thrown out
The ex waiter later ran into a teacher
Just coming home from work from work
Though he pushed her into the wall
He walked away without bothering to apologize
The dirtied teacher stomped to her car
Where she slammed the door and sped off
But just a couple blocks away
The teacher caused a car crash
Totaling both of the cars
DemonsWhen I told you to let go of your demonsDemons2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you looked at me and said,
“I’ve tried. But you keep
Be My PoemI live my life in poetryBe My Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for you are my muse--
your eyes are my couplets,
your heart an immaculate sonnet,
your lips like redolent lyrics
of a song only your voice can sing,
your hands are jingles
that tickles my laugh niches,
your kisses are a million haikus
succinct and sweet
always an unexpected twist
in every final line,
your love is a verse sublime
a ballad on an infinite loop
eternally enduring the ravages of time
with your metres and rhymes,
our life together an ode
to everything lush and beautiful
rapturous and blissful.
Every stanza I now compose
will be a paean to our lyricism
for I long abandoned prose
when I met you--
the most fulfilling poem I never did write.
Suffering Taught Me CompassionI am thinking a lot lately. A bit too much. I have a condition that puts me through this deep depression every few years. Sitting here, alone at home, I really started to see the world differently. I think, for the first time in my life, I realised what compassion is. Just a few months ago, I would go out in the world and judge people for what they do and think. Now, when I am the same as them, I understand. So I thought I wanted to share my thoughts and experience with you, so you feel just a tiny bit not alone.Suffering Taught Me Compassion2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
When I was in eight grade, I was in this rather strange school. It supposedly educated kids using the “American” system, whatever that would mean. It was basically a brainwashing machine. On paper, the school is the best one in Bulgaria, mostly everyone who graduates it is able to go where she wants. But there was a darker side. If anyone didn't behave like the perfect student they started to resort to some serious psychological violence, which included locking
SinkingSo There's this dream that haunts me,Sinking2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
At least once a week,
Leaving so many questions,
But no answers to seek.
I see my self standing,
In the midst of a vast, still ocean,
Staring back at me,
With lack of motion,
Starting to sink,
My clone looks at me surprised,
It starts to scream and shout,
Looking at me with pleading eyes.
Running to help, to late jump in,
I extend my hand as it's now fully submerged,
I watch it sink deeper,
With a panicky urge.
Engulfing in darkness,
I shout "Swim to the top."
As it replies,
No, I'm giving up.
"Don't you dare stop,
You have a promise to keep!"
"There's no use, I'm in far to deep."
I'm filled with anger,
As i scream and i curse,
As i see it emerging from the waters depth,
Things become worse.
"Come on you haven't got far to go."
I'm trying but it hurts,
"Just think of the surface"
Now it just burns.
I can see it clearly now,
Just a few inches deep,
"Come on hurry."
My lungs are heavy, i just want to sleep.
It's finger tips so close to th
Life of AnorexiaI starve myself,Life of Anorexia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the desire to be thinner.
I have lost so much weight,
but my mind tells me a different story.
I have the desire for perfection,
in hopes someone will love me.
I am not perfect,
nor am I beautiful.
I lose more weight,
for the desire of perfectionist.
But my mind tells me to keep going,
I become thinner then normal.
Food makes me sick,
I feel unworthy, hopeless, a failure.
Maybe if I lose more weight,
I will feel beautiful, secure, and hopeful.
This is the thoughts I crave,
the memories i receive.
The desire for perfection,
is what my mind tells me everyday.
His Buddy, Optimus"His Buddy, Optimus"His Buddy, Optimus2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
I'm Baggie. I used to live by the dumpster behind that Fancy Italian Restaurant off the corner of Broadmore 'n' 33rd street. The kids called me Baggie 'cause I carried a worn out plastic bag with me ev'rywhere I went. Inside were trinkets I've had with me since I can remember.
There was a tarnished, golden ring inside, flat as the cracked sidewalk I lived on. I think I stepped on it once, but I still carried it in my bag. I think it belonged to my dad, if I had a dad. At least, I'd like to think it came from my dad, 'cause I don't remember.
There was also this red book with pages torn up 'n' stained so bad you couldn't tell what was on 'em. There's a faded picture of a white rabbit wearin' cloths on the cover of it. I can't read, but I still carried it in my bag. I liked to look at the pictures inside sometimes at night before I went to bed. I dunno why, but I always felt pretty darn happy after seein' some of the pictures of thos
two goodbyes1.two goodbyes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the street, when their gazes happened to
brush up close to one another,
they smiled — tentative crinkles appeared
by the corners of their eyes,
like small sunbursts.
(“always smile at strangers,”
said the father of one. “never trust
people on the street,” said the mother
of the other.)
their shoulders touched: friction
between coat sleeves became
heat between foreign souls.
they said goodbye in the way their
hairs stood on end, in the way one threw a final
glance over the shoulder, in the way
the other thought to turn back and speak,
if not for a mother’s words.
in an airport, when their eyes began to
pool over with obligatory tears,
they smiled, thinking how there is
a little bit of ocean in everyone.
(for one, a saltwater storm of regret
and for the other, an unmoving, frigid
they scraped for what little warmth
they could find between their embrace:
Somewhere Out ThereI want to get away from hereSomewhere Out There2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
go somewhere new, somewhere big
where it’s still easy to lose yourself
but not in another person.
I’m tired of being the comfortable
small town girl, and I
don’t want that anymore,
don’t want to take
the easy way out anymore.
I want to take a different kind of chance,
want to move somewhere
where I know no one
and no one knows me,
where there’s no excuse to give up
no excuse to run away.
I’m so sick of loving others
more than myself, sick of it
never being enough, doing enough,
I’m sick of mechanic self indulgence
and of this constant heartache.
I want to rip it out of my own chest
and to make it burn alive.
I’m sick to death of feeling lonely
in crowded halls, on city streets,
sick of finding only hollow space
when touching loved ones,
between the words of books I read,
at the heart of everything I learn.
I’m sick to death of not understanding.
I want to understand.
DAMMIT, HELP ME UNDERSTAND.
Take It All Away.There’s a tear between each smile and a fracture on my heartTake It All Away.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And a thousand feelings breaking me and tearing me apart
Knowing when it’s over I may lose my sanity
Embrace the mess I am and the storm inside of me
In the dark I have a chance to fight away my problems
To ignore them all away instead of trying to solve them
All I saw when I looked back was a mass of insecurity
Laying waste to who I am and ripping at the seam
Lowering my already non-existent self-esteem
And I couldn’t help admitting I’m a self-made failure
Walking a broken path as a second-hand savior
And it all adds up to nothing; me in a nutshell
Yanking on the chain that tethers me to hell…
Reckless AbandonedI've been on my knees at your altar,Reckless Abandoned2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to twist my teeth to speak your tongues.
I was baptized in your holy water,
trying to feel your fire ignite in my lungs.
I've read every red letter, and between every line,
and every promise you made.
But I've never heard your voice,
and I've never seen your face.
Prayers screamed to cynical sanctuary ceilings
have echoed through empty aisles
and faded to unanswered silence.
So answer me,
Eloi eloi lama sabacthani?
Father, I am not your son,
why have you forsaken me?
AbortionI warned you not to count your eggsAbortion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before they hatched
but you were too hyperactive,
and you had ADHD and you wanted to bake cookies.
You wouldn't shut up
about how grossly sweet they would taste
and how pretty and glossy the stretched white yolk would be.
You just wouldn't listen
and now our baskets are empty
and those cookies just sit on the counter, untouched,
like that voicemail that your mother left on the phone
begging us not to get that abortion.
Are we murderers?
vulnerabilitySoft thoughtsvulnerability2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mirrored most innocent intentions,
brought to surface
confusion and mental exile -
I found myself walking
a thin line between
what I thought I figured out -
and what I had thought taboo.
I traced a path within your palm;
I found out that I
would melt within your grasp;
a sensation most desperate,
an emotion so pleading
I had found myself in adoration.
Bricks were loose
in the walls I built,
I hadn't prepared myself
a back up plan -
this was a war I would surely lose.
I dug myself a grave
under a willow tree -
he, too, wept for me,
and I caught his tears
as they fell,
gracing the autumn ground.
I had created for myself
the perfect crime -
let my guard down
for just a moment,
and find myself drowning.
This wasn't an organized crime -
'twas a spontaneous robbery,
carving my heart out of my chest,
and laying it out for you,
dripping crimson emotion.
I wanted nothing from you in return -
nothing of sexuality
nothing of objects
nothing of money,
She's a pain in the A."Keep your eyes on onlyShe's a pain in the A.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because if you don't,
you'll try to
all the things you can't
oh so tainted
There's no way to even the score.
or you're not;
it's all based on
What are you gonna do?"
Can you not see from my
the ones with the
and scarlet scars,
that opened wide
to no longer hide
my feelings old and true
laid on that
note I made for you?
"Don't you love me, too?"
But then again,
you had a look in your eyes
when you got on your knees
and picked up that bloody knife
and put some of me
inside of you.
You were pleased
to have a piece.
Just imagine if you had
the whole thing.
"You want a little more, boo?"
And that one time,
on that one day,&
SecrecyMy affair not to be disturbed,Secrecy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My seclusion privacy enclosed;
I'm bound to the shackles of secrecy,
I'm invisible to your gleeful tales.
See through me, you'll find nothing,
I conceal my anecdote with veil;
Crawl to me, beg to differ,
I bear no empathy, I'm sadism.
Cherish me, be mine,
I'll forsake you soon;
I'm the solitude, get away,
Love me and you lose.
I Plucked A Feather From A Sleeping Angel's WingI plucked a feather from a sleeping angel's wingI Plucked A Feather From A Sleeping Angel's Wing2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So that I could fly.
I waved my arms from the edge of the highest hill,
But didn't ascend to the sky.
So carefully I plucked another breathlessly,
And with one in each hand tightly bound
I strove in vain but the results were the same:
My feet stayed on the ground.
So I plucked the rest in deepening exasperation
(Leaving that poor angel completely bare),
And flailed my arms madly in silent desperation;
Feathers scattered everywhere.
I sat down and cried looking to the sky,
Wondering why I couldn't fly on the wings of a feather,
Then the angel awoke and behind me he spoke
"They weren't bound together."
Born To DieBorn To DieBorn To Die2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It feels like you can't wait
To erase me from your life
Wipe me off like a tear
Long before it got to dry
Rub your eyes, rub your heart
Perfect dream of you and I
While I pray and I cry
For love that was born to die
Wish I could go back to
When you stood here by my side
Honest words, open arms
There was nothing left to hide
Handful of fantasies
Days and nights of careless ride
Endless trust took its toll
Flawless picture slowly flied
Walking on earth like a ghost alive I
Cannot believe we have come this far
Running through memories I close my eyes, I
Want to escape kisses those leave scars
Deep in the dark with no light to guide me
I relieve sparks you want to forget
Set stars on fire and may they burn me
To the ground as if we've never met
Now we're both on our own
And I wonder whom to blame
For worthless promises
And that no one stays the same
I feel my colours fade
I'm a picture without frame
Masterpiece that's unsigned
Missing letters of your name
Love should bring happ
take me down to the river again and throw me in*take me down to the river again and throw me in2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to write to you,
i want to write about you
the way i used to
when your body was my anchor and
my head was underwater -
before my life became defined within the space that
there was something then in the way you'd make me laugh
spitting up blood -
it felt like death from a ruptured lung.
and how sweet it tasted from all the sugar-binges of self loathing
i had to swallow back down with it.
(i never despised myself with more enthusiasm than
when you held my hand)
and remember the day you tied me up in the darkroom
and spilled photographic developer on my back
to watch your image appear and superimpose -
well, i haven't lifted my shirt in public since.
and to the people i share rooms with, and beds with,
and morning coffee,
i swear that it's really just skin deep
and that i keep it there out of guilt,
and how i only sleep in the sheets you died in
to remind myself that you're gone.
Beautiful ScarsWhen I kissed your scars,Beautiful Scars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I told you:
'where once you felt pain
now you'll feel love.'
And I didn't mean
Gypsy Bard Lyrics .:By Pinkie Pie:.When your rife with devestationGypsy Bard Lyrics .:By Pinkie Pie:.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's a simple explaination:
You're a toynaker's creation
Trapped inside a crystal ball.
And whichever way he tilts it
Know that we must be resilient
We won't let them break our spirits
As we sing our silly song!
When I was a little filly,
a galloping blaze overtook my city
So they shipped me off to the orphanage
Said "Ditch those roots if you wanna fit in."
So I dug 1,000 holes and cut a rug with orphan foals
Memories are blurred, and their faces are obscured, but I still know the words to this song.
When you've bungled all your bangles,
And you loved ones have been mangled,
Listen to the jingle jangle
Of my gypsy tambourine!
'Cause these chords are hypnotizing
And the whole world's harmonizing
So please children stop your crying
And just sing along with me!
Dreamers pathDreamers PathDreamers path5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You're setting foot into a dream, a place where nothing is as it seem
In this world of your imagination, you may find joy or desolation
Fields of gold, Rivers running smooth and cold
A sun rising into the sky, rushing to greet it you start to fly
Wind whispers past your ears, in this place there's no need for tears
Clouds on your left and your right, you fly to a place with shining light
The doors swing wide, and you are pulled inside
A smile splits your face; aloud you ask to stay in this place
As you wander through, you seen the faces of people you knew
The ones you loved stop and glare, you can't break away from their hateful stare
Amongst themselves they converse, some mutter and curse
An old friend approaches, then shatters into roaches
They creep and crawl, covering the wall
From there shivering mass, a malevolent shadow is cast
A ghostly hand appears to float, reaching strait for your throat
At last you are awake, but your body continues to quake
FFM Links - July 4, 2014Welcome to Flash Fiction Month 2014, Day Four.FFM Links - July 4, 20141 year ago in Editorial More Like This
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