Maybe thenIf I pamper myself everydayMaybe then5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe then you might look at me
If I change the way I talk
Maybe then you'll talk to me
If I change my style of clothes
Maybe then you'll wrap your arms around me
If I change my hair
Maybe then your fingers will tangle in it
If I eat less
Maybe then will your lips touch mine
If I disobey the law and do bad things with you
Maybe then will you think I'm fearless
If I constantly give myself to you
Maybe then you'll consider me an opition
If I flirt with other guys
Maybe then will you see you want me
If I sleep with another guy
Maybe then I will realize I was wrong
Maybe then I will realize you were wrong
Maybe then I will realize my suffering was for nothing
If I hold a gun to my head
Maybe then I'll go back to myself
goodbyeThe day was heartbreakingly simple.goodbye6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I awoke to the blinding glare of late summer sunlight. A heavy mist hung just above the earth, encompassing humidity, making the air disgustingly thick. Groggily I rose, grudgingly beginning the daily rituals I had always assumed. I wove through the tightly-packed forest; I waded across a stream so depraved of water it was practically stagnant. Never did one cross this boundary, lest they intended to wander closer to the humans than said creatures would desire and today I intended just that. Mostly despised by the inhabitants of the small Connecticut city, we lingered on the fringe of the Hanging Hills, venturing out into the open only on the rarest of occasions. I did more often than most, for scavenging was far easier than stalking prey, especially when the odds were against two coyotes trying to bring down a deer.
There were two of us indeed: my daughter, precious Allegra, was never out of sight. She had reached adulthood, but once her fath
deceit.all-consuming hopelessnessdeceit.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a pang in your heart
feeling for another without
being far apart
i watch you fade away
slipping through my fingers
a wraith bent on destruction
a sorrow that just lingers
with each moment passing
the void only expands
is it so much to ask of you
to be a better man
expectations far from met
a lie spun on my tongue
blood from your wrists you let
a moment in eternity
seems to be not enough
if you asked for forever
could i give it to you, love?
Battle I've not fought beforeLying there across the floor,Battle I've not fought before6 years ago in Other More Like This
Spread eagle- arms stretched wide,
Face aghast, just can't believe,
The one I trusted lied.
The path I tread is filled with blood,
And all I see is black,
Whispering voices in my head,
I see the things I lack.
'Tis is a battle I've not fought before,
Not in all my life,
Walking down the blood-stained floor,
Past the weary strife.
Ghosts rattle chains as I walk past,
Calling out my name,
Deathly voices sing to me,
And I am left with shame.
like parallel lines.we walk together, you and i.like parallel lines.6 years ago in Open More Like This
together and apart.
a parallel walk, a parallel world.
that sprout, once a single
organism, now two great trees
i look at you. you look at me.
our branches have grown,
spread into their own directions.
never departing; never touching
like our lives.
we walk together, you and i.
separate and equal.
The Longest Day of the YearThe heat has been rising steadily for weeks nowThe Longest Day of the Year6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the sun winning more and more ground
Almost forcing us to be happy as we walk around
A bright city, little daisies singing at our feet, our
Skin left bare in willing sacrifice to ultraviolet rays
When I awoke the covers were on the floor
But you had stayed and drawn my blinds
Wide open to let the cheer in, because we
Should enjoy the summer while we still can
As you explained that into a cup of iced tea,
I considered telling you that you were my
Personal sun and all the warmth I needed
The kids whoop on their way back from the
Beach, hands and heads stuck out the windows
As they drive down the block, laughing and
Grinning and disturbing the peace; you wave
Back, then shake your head in exasperation
When their little red car has disintegrated
Into the smudgy horizon, stick your hands
In your pockets and walk away smiling
Tell me, could it get much better than this?
The suns rays bounce off the cement and I
Hide my eyes behind dar
call timecall time8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
alone with night i want to call up a friend
and i remember you
Anti-EmoYou live to love.Anti-Emo10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You love to give.
You give your love.
Your love is big.
Your big heart smiles.
Your smile is bright.
Your brightness blinds.
You're blind to spite.
You spit at hate.
You hate to cry.
You cry to love.
Your love is fate.
Your fate is real.
You really try.
You try to love.
To love, you'd die.
The Siren - 5All Sandie learned from her very expensive blood tests was that there was no reason for her to have paid for very expensive blood tests. She did not have leprosy, or hepatitis, or any of a number of different anemias. The news was a comfort, but the check was not.The Siren - 54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sandie bought a book of stamps and sent a stack of poems away to the offices of Lead Soldiers, thinking that a small royalty would at least begin to fill the dent that a new door and a medical bill had left in her bank account.
"Maybe you could take up a special collection for me," she told Mike as she got him a glass of water root beer was an unnecessary expense.
"Meh," he said. "Charitable though the cause may be, it doesn't really work that way."
"Shame. I'm going to start getting really sick of ramen in a week or two."
"You can always come share with me. For some reason, people are always bringing me leftover barbecue. Which is nice, don't get me wrong. But they must think I eat like a football team or somet
a touch of insomnia[I can never fall asleep.]a touch of insomnia5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but w h y ?
Because I'm so tired, I can't even dream anymore.
Because I'm afraid I'm going to choke on my own tears and have that wretched seawater taste in my throat all day even though I shouldn't worry about that since I'd probably die anyway if that happened.
Because I constantly check my cell phone with increasing anxiety because I'm always afraid someone's trying to call me or text me and they need me right n o w and I want to make sure I'm here for them even though no one ever calls.
Because I have to breathe, and I start thinking about breathing and I realize that if I stop breathing I die, which just makes me think about it more, and really I wouldn't put it past myself to just stop breathing when I'm asleep, so I can't take a moment to let my guard down.
Because even if I do dream, it'll be filled with unpleasant suppressed memories and all my worst fears and pain, and I know they all say you can't feel pain when you dream, but it hurts it hurts, an
VisitorThere is a ghost doing handstands on my front lawn,Visitor3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wrist-deep in fresh soil. Her hands are birds
It's late, but no one comes to take her home.
The pale moon offers a silver smile -
the clouds disapprove.
Too tired to dream, she buries her legs in sky.
Tonight she is invincible, untouchable,
this frail girl beneath the stars
this death in light.
There is a ghost doing handstands on my front lawn,
falling to her white knees. Her stare is a pane
The eyes of the living are often murky but
the eyes of the gone
Old BoysOld Boys3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Riding down country roads
to local farms on a Saturday
with my granddad
to see equipment auctions
as the old boys cashed in
Standing there in bib overalls or Dickies
with their dark glasses on
smoking pipes and cigars
they'd talk politics or crops
their deep voices rumbling quietly
I was enthralled...listening to the auctioneer
rattle off prices at breakneck speed
for a Farmall tractor going once
Sold to the man in front...
Or grandpa would take me with him
to the local VFW Post 6464
on Thursday evenings
to play Euchre with his friends
I'd bring along a few dog-eared
Reader's Digest magazines to read
as they played
Every so often I would walk over and
say hi, see how grandpa was faring
Usually he was cleaning house
winning almost every hand he played in
The ladies would bring a cake
and we'd have that with coffee
It felt...comfortable in a way
I find hard to explain
Sitting there surrounded by veterans
men who still wore those black-rimmed glasses
and their hair was
my father lived in Indiamy father is a man of many colors.my father lived in India1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the nights when the moon stays asleep,
he lotions his palms with pomegranate juice.
the sugared blood pools in the creases of his
skin, staining it India’s red.
sometimes, my father scrubs his hands until
they are nothing but flesh & fruit rinds.
when he was younger—all skinned knees and pocket
knives—he must've slipped on a thousand marbles.
my father’s father was a welder who rolled and spun
steel into tiny spheres.
when he died, my father’s hands became blue and
free of pocket knives. to this day, he keeps a bag
of marbles on our mantle.
from time to time, he shakes the cool metal into
his open palms and waterfalls it back and forth.
see, this is the trouble with blue hands:
they never let go of the things that scar them.
they try so hard to be red again.
my father doesn't like whistling because
an old woman in India told him it was uncivilized.
she perched herself on the edge of the Ganges River
A Girls First Time(Assume you are a girl if you are a boy)A Girls First Time10 years ago in Erotic More Like This
It's your first time. As you lie back your
muscles tighten. You put him
off for a while searching for an excuse, but he
refuses to be swayed as he
approaches you. He asks if you're afraid and you
shake your head bravely.
He has had more experience, but it's the first
time his finger has found
the right place. He probes deeply and you
shiver; your body tenses; but
he's gentle like he promised he'd be. He
looks deeply within your eyes
and tells you to trust him - he's done this many
times before. His cool
smile relaxes you and
you open wider to give him
more room for an easy
entrance.You begin to
plead and beg him to hurry,
but he slowly takes his
time, wanting to cause you as little pain as
possible. As he presses
closer, going deeper, you feel the tissue give
way; pain surges throughout
your body and you feel the slight trickle of
blood as he continues. He
looks at you concerned and asks you if it's
too painful.Your eyes are
filled with tears bu
not the usualtoday i looked in the mirror and i saw thatnot the usual4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am growing up. it was the saddest thing
i have ever had to see
i remember the day i started growing up. i was
six or seven, and my daddy let me loose on the
four wheeler in the backyard. what an american childhood
anyway i was wearing a pink shirt and jeans
and i was singing a song to myself and it was about
jumping off a bridge in chicago. it's not that i
was really aware of suicide or love or anything,
just that something could make a person want to be
in the water so bad that they jumped off a bridge
and suddenly they were happy even though they weren't breathing.
it was kind of like that
and here i am! here i am. i have had four people know me enough
to call me fire or bitch or buddy or baby. one is gone one is
casual one is part of my soul and the other is one hell of a trip,
and i'm still on it. i have bled to bleed,
fucked to fuck, and lied to feel better. i have cried over dead
cats and fish and dumb dogs. i have mastered calculus a
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.Teenage Taoism1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
I do not like you poetsI do not like you poetsI do not like you poets2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
breathing into my sorry head
like the air hasn't been wasted a half-a-million times
folding up my lungs
to place them neatly into a wastebasket
how can you make me stop hurting
& then just leave me
a limp lettuce leaf
on the backside of some dirty napkin verse
I am not the jealous type
but I'm going to call up Melpomene & ask her where she's been
send her drunk texts
because I'm too tired of filling up my skull
with cicada skins instead of led
while you make it all too easy
to sleep through a heartattack or two
my pygmalion, my god, my thing of legends
when you were being taught the siren's song
was I writing myself a migraine?
Waiting I remember the first time I noticed Gertrude. She had been there for as long as I could remember, part of the scenery, a statue that barely registered. I was five and she was already old, though she never seemed to age. She was sitting on the curb surrounded by weathered pink luggage and I felt, for the first time, a quicksilver curiosity about her.Waiting4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mommy, why does that lady have all those bags?" I tugged on my mother's hand and pointed at the woman not far from us. "Is she going someplace?"
"Quiet, Crystal!" Her voice was a low hiss and she pulled me closer to her side. I stared at the woman as we hurried past. She was still, like stone, her face was sunken and etched with deep lines. "Hello, Ms. Thompson."
She looked up at us, her eyes wide and gl
UWRG: App1: Common Wolf MisconceptionsUWRG: App1: Common Wolf Misconceptions4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
"Wolves have never attacked people before."
Has teeth, will bite! You cannot exclude captive wolves from this sort of statement. Any predatory animal can and will bite under the circumstances. There is plenty of documentation that shows wolves have indeed been known to attack humans, including the natives. This is, of course, taking into account rabid, healthy, provoked and unprovoked wolves. But the main focal point being that wolves HAVE attacked people before. One of the most famous pieces of literature documenting wolf attacks is Wolves in Russia by Will N. Graves and Valerius Geist.
"Okay, but there has never been a documented case of a healthy wolf killing a human in North America."
There are in fact two that recently happened over the past 6 years, Candice Berner and Kenton Carnegie. However, because wolfaboos like to believe that another animal was to blame, here is a quoted passage: "On March 7th, 1888 at New Rockford in the