I Loved A GirlI loved a girl – she smelled like August melancholy,
she carried the scent of festival emotions,
tempered by the midnight flames
and fireflies' glow.
I loved a girl – her hair, the gentle hue of embers,
reflected dancing candlelight,
while in her eyes, as brown as mahogany,
I discovered tiny galaxies,
but most importantly – I saw my smile.
I loved a girl – I sensed her heartbeat,
playing to the rhythm of my breath.
Her every word,
imprinted tender cherry blossoms,
onto my soul.
I loved a girl – her lips tasted like morning air
cool against my heavy forehead,
her skin, softer than satin threads,
played games with the waning moonbeams -
its gravity, I could not resist, like the Sun,
cannot escape the zenith, on Summer solstice.
I loved a girl – she made me happy,
and sadly - I love her still.
It's NotIt's not the lipstick glossIt's Not9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that makes a kiss
the warm pulse beating through
It's not their size
but the words they whisper,
It's not the color
nor the length
nor the glint
of her hair
that makes her special
it is her smile
in the falling rain
reflecting the joy
of yet another Spring,
It's not the time
she spent getting beautiful
that makes her so
but in fact
it is the hours
she was besides my bed
when I was sick
and in fact
it is the minutes
I could hear her breathe
in my embrace
AND in fact
it is the seconds
I saw her cry
(out of happiness)
Because she's beautiful.
It's not the clothes,
nor the jewellery,
nor the colored nails,
nor the drawn-in brows,
nor the words she says
to other people,
and neither it is
It is her mind
that entertains my poems,
it is her charm
that paints my cheeks
and averts my shy eyes from her
It is her soul,
that I love.
They Call This Drowning.We fell in love;They Call This Drowning.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A deep and surging
with lilac waves that
wrestled with our ailing
and azure air that choked our
We were in over our heads.
I am II am kindI am I1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
for I bear too much hate.
I am strong
for I have been too weak.
I am sane
because my dreams are crazy.
I am wise,
for I know I am foolish.
I am warm
because I've been cold too long.
I am calm,
for I know when to lose my nerve.
I am me,
because I couldn't be no one else.
december.and when they take medecember.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the morgue,
will you see the difference
between my skin and the sheet?
and when they close my eyes
please be standing over me,
so that your face
will be the last thing they see.
and when those tears fall
down from your face
pour them on my lips,
so i can take you with me.
and when they look away
caress my bloodless face,
give me one last gush of
and when they bring the casket
gently tuck me away to sleep,
read me one last story
from that book atop the shelf.
and when they place me in the ground,
beneath six feet of dirt,
leave your footprints in the snow
and please don't let them melt.
and when I fall to hell
i'll be waiting at the gates,
but darling please take your time
there is no need to rush.
The Words “Will you miss me?”The Words1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her sullen words echoed in my mind ten times louder than anything in the quiet dark of the room.
The dark of midnight permeated the room. Not even the dim moonlight of the waning moon snuck through the overcast sky and into the large window in the wall. The dark felt overbearing tonight. It was choking me. Nothing of the world existed past the edges of the bed and us in it.
She lay on top of me, her head lying on my chest, and my arms wrapped around her. One of my hands lay on the small of her back, and the other softly ran through her light waves of hair. I had grown to enjoy the feeling of her weight on top of me. It was a comfort to me. Someone else in the world who understood me. Someone who cared about me.
“Will you miss me?” She cooed again, her sad, sweet words slipping into my chest and tightening knots in my stomach.
More than anything…
Dance of LifeDepression dancesDance of Life1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a dangerous tango
with my sanity.
Wherever I go
I Write.Not to make a perfect world,I Write.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But to find beauty in our flawed one.
Because It makes me feel like a god,
I can create mountains,
And then destroy them.
I don't like this world,
So I create my own.
Because I want to prove emotions exist,
I want to make people scream, cry, throw things, all because of my words.
On the off chance I can create something just a little more than words on a page.
Because no one really listens,
When I talk.
Because I'm in love with the sound the keys make when you type,
And the way the pencil moves over paper.
Because I want people to care about my characters,
The way I care about theirs.
Because I can't live forever,
But I can create something that will.
Because I want to change the world.
Wish-come-trueBe careful what you want,Wish-come-true1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
For some wishes,
Death is eager to grant.
...the contrast only makes me love you moreI trace constellations...the contrast only makes me love you more1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
across your arms, and
in the wake of my fingertips
Among the spread of color
I can't find a single shade
that makes us clash.
Life PetalI saw the scentLife Petal1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the wilting rose,
and I figured it deserved to live,
so I replanted it
in the void hollowed
by my dreams.
Life has a sick habit of ending, though,
and I let myself give up.
Like the melody of an ailing
sparrow, I drove myself against
the fading of the light,
begging, pleading with broken wings.
The sweet darkness captured
my thoughts and nightmares
in free-falling assault,
like a death wish liberated
in a whirlpool of loneliness.
But then I realized - I am alive.
broken.my parents took me to the hospital because i never atebroken.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and so the doctors fitted me in a baggy mint green dining gown
and wrapped my fingertips in band-aids
('cause all i ever nibbled were my nails).
they prepared a pharmaceutical feast
with non-breakable plates and plastic knives.
calories gave way to milligrams,
but xanax and prozac don't mix well
with apple juice.
-and all these years-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it was in the wrong place
I did search for you,
because heaven is not the only place
where an angel can be found.
jigsaw puzzle.i found you as brokenjigsaw puzzle.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
scattered about the ground,
all mixed up
in the dirt.
it took some time,
but i did try
to reassemble your body and mind
and to mend that velvet
i didn't have the box
to go by
but i think the outcome
Biscuit ElegyI stand here in my empty houseBiscuit Elegy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
staring at a pack of biscuits I want
to hide away because I know I
am too depressed to go
to the corner shop to fetch me more.
I remember when you left
I used to find some food
stored in whimsical places under
the excuse of keeping things tidy.
I always liked your sense of humour.
When you are lonely
for long enough you come
to understand the simple truths
of life.You want someone
to hide the biscuits
together with your sadness.
My Mind Is A Graveyard And My Body Is A Scar.There’s constantly something wrong with meMy Mind Is A Graveyard And My Body Is A Scar.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can’t look in the mirror for fear I’ll see
Another part of me that I can’t let be
I want to cut it out of my soul
And just live with the gaping hole
Take control and choose to lose
The part of my heart where the insides bruised
I didn’t fall; I was caught by the lonely, crushing darkness
Of this I’m sure; it was there more than you ever were
I don’t know why the love I need
Is flowing in the blood I bleed
Yes, I’m confused and, yes, I’m a mess
Frustrations magnified by stress
I don’t know why I pushed so far
New cuts cover where the old ones are
My scars are scarred, my heart’s in shards
I’m breaking down like a house of cards
I fell already blind into decimating blackness
And used what I could find of my heart as target practice
happily ever after? not really.cinderella is dead,happily ever after? not really.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
because you read other stories
and just couldn't keep your hands
from tangling in rapunzel's golden hair
or caressing aurora's sleeping face.
Who am I?Who am I?Who am I?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the voice in your head.
Who am I?
I am the darkness in your heart.
Who am I?
I am the doubt that haunts you.
Who am I?
I am the monster in your dreams.
Who am I?
I am the one you cannot escape.
Who am I?
I am you.
you understood at the endthe obsession-you understood at the end1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sunlight favours him.
He walks in it and rather, the sun basks in his glory.
Your eyes meet for a moment and you see everything you have ever wanted
or, at least, you thought you did.
The words between you are stale but you eat the bread with an eager smile,
convinced it is a feast for gods.
Finally it rains and you look at him
and you wonder why you thought he was the sun and you were the earth.
He had taken you out to sea and you were grateful,
you imagined that he desired for you
to feel the wind's kiss and let your heart soar like the sails,
floating along with the other clouds in the sky.
You were so selfishly infatuated with the way the light gleamed in his marble eyes that
you never took the time to gaze at his looming shadow,
plotting deviously beneath you.
When the storm hit he did not hesitate to throw you overboard.
He watched you sink with an impervious colour to his face,
as if he had alw
About ArtA sweet poem,About Art1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
All but a
For the true art called
Haiku 16.02It is fine to loveHaiku 16.021 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
or loath someone; don't get caught
Suicidal Tendenciescourage doesn't comeSuicidal Tendencies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the fibers you're
born with. You aren't
brave when you decide
when you wake
up in the bed
smeared with your
own self destruction
and you act as though
you aren't crumbling
into the carpet.
or when you hold
a piece of shrapnel
to your veins and
want to sever every last
one, but you throw it
out the window.
or when you stand
on the sunset
with clouds straddling
your mind and your
whole existence ready
to hurl itself over the
railing, but you limp
home and through the screen
door and pretend to walk
on air again.
That is bravery.
OsteophilicHe loved his bones.Osteophilic1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The way they never asked too much of him
or protested his requests.
There was nothing superfluous in their design;
simple, sleek, and uncomplicated.
They were spry, robust
ready to take on the world with
sharp and fluid motions.
His bones were not brittle like she was.
Not so breakable or frail,
not so expendable.
They didn't bend under pressure
or fracture under stress.
He loved his bones -
their ivory purity eased his soul -
and he was proud of the way
they held everything together
She knew one day he'd stomp this
old flame out, long before 'death do us part.'
Cremation had never been part of the plan.
Prompt Haiku - Found - lyricsMy head explodes withPrompt Haiku - Found - lyrics1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Paranoia; no one knows -
I wish you were here.
thursday night.and on our second datethursday night.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i talked with the universe
and watched the stars
dance within your eyes
as you read to me Munch
and i showed you Rimbaud,
because paintings and poetry
are the only tongues
perhaps that is why no one recognized
our cries and pleas for help.