Draw.Freeze.Collapse.Breathe.Paper cuts thin out toDraw.Freeze.Collapse.Breathe.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
those patheic excuse for a "Winning you back" lectures on those countless papers.
"Blahblahblah I want sympathy."
Was the loudest message received.
Nothings changed, I feel the same.
"Calculations must have gone wrong somewhere..."
Starts with a y--.
I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually.
This is Handguns vs Hands Down
Winter vs Water
Balance Beam vs Buckling Knees
Fisticuffs and love muffinsFisticuffs and love muffins10 years ago in Teen More Like This
Why do you leave when everything has just begun. Your charming smile could get you in anyone's pants. You buy me five dollar daisies and sing in off key notes about love. You're a trickster, a prankster, and I love your laugh. You make me blush when you use your Jedi mind trick to get me to kiss you. oh how I kiss you
We spent all summer drinking lemonade and making love, listening to 80s music and head banging to the beat. I made you dance when you refused you blushed and said you couldn't. You said I'm all hips and hands, I pouted until you laughed and kissed me. oh how you kissed me
I said that you were blonde when you didn't get any of my jokes; you raised your eyebrow and threw a pillow at me. I tried to play fisticuffs but you pinned me to the bed and kissed me all over, stopping in your favorite places to nibble on my pale white skin leaving little bite marks
I hate the way you know all my ticklish spots and use it against me when I'm in a bad mood and you're trying to make me s
Until I Am CalledSometimesUntil I Am Called8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just long to be home
It's so much more
It's the knowledge
I just don't belong.
Who I am
And who I long to be
Just doesn't fit
Right into the jigsaw
And while I'm here
It never will.
But I know
I must stay for my time
I also know
That if I do as I must
The journey won't be easy
But I will go on.
Until I am called.
Downhill. Lose your Drive.MONDAYMONDAY.Downhill. Lose your Drive.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i met him today.
i met you today-
the boy that will change my life.
my feet sink in this blindingly white carpet.
there is a trail of yellow flower petals winding it's way across the floor.
i would follow it, but i'm not sure what's at the end.
i throw away my nerves and thoughts and slowly step along the path.
it's you: you're the end.
I lay in the dark and wait for the part that you sing to me. When I called you my little songbird, you grinned boyishly and gave me a half hearted shove that caused me to laugh until I fell to the floor, holding my sides. You held my hands like we were playing london bridge and told me that this was f o r e v e r .
You pushed me into the pool, but I held your sleeve, causing you to tumble in after me. We laughed and tried to keep our heads above the surface. [You cannot float when you are dragging eachother down.] We floated perfectly. my.life.is.perfect.
MyLittleFishThey said you were like a fish-MyLittleFish8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spending your life in the depths only to resurface in a world you couldn't breathe in.
And I always thought
you were a wonderful prelude
to a damning life.
Now cover girl, you don't cover up anything.
Your makeup does not hide your flaws as you walk to the ocean and drown yourself.
The beach is your last runway, the lightening your last flash.
You yelled "Call this one 'Hollywood'" over your shoulder.
[He told me you do not know how to swim.]
"He's so handsome."
Yeah. He can't keep his hands off other girls and then some.
The boy took away the air you couldn't afford to lose.
He stomped on your lungs when you overheard him-
"She is the balloons that touch the ceiling at a birthday party.
After a few days you will want to throw her away."
Your smile crashed in the same way that the waves do.
You pulled yourself back and felt your
All Oxygen is, is Cheap TalkThe cheap talk is on me tonightAll Oxygen is, is Cheap Talk8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but the gentlemen you are, you bought it all.
Dragging it out like a smoker savors the inhales of a cigarette.
The carbon is escaping through the corners of your lips.
Oxygen runs wild through the strands of my golden locks.
Bandit eyes and a smile I stole from a 10 year old girl.
"Ive kept you close in form of a note."
Admitting that lines 1-20 is your bible which you live by.
Im downing pure caffiene and,
youre casually reciting self flaws as if they were accomplishments.
My Last GoodbyeYou know what I hate the most?My Last Goodbye6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Knowing you hurt me so much,
yet remembering what we had
(or thought we did)
that made me smile.
I can still faintly hear your laugh
and the way I smiled back at you.
The way you would hold my hand in yours,
in it I would feel safe and secure
and without doubt.
Or better yet,
the way you made me feel special
like someone who mattered to you
because you would think of me sometimes.
Even until now,
you don't know how much I cry
when I look back to the past.
I keep this facade of joy,
to hinder myself from losing
all that I have left.
Everything that seems to be me,
has either been lost or shattered
and I find myself unable
to love anyone as much as I did you.
are hopefully not of bitterness
but rather of regret
and whatever pain you've inflicted
through hurtful words.
And so, I bid you farewell
and hope God'll help me get through this somehow.
and let our happy memories
but linger for a moment.
BelieveThough troubles and sorrows, depression and anger,Believe7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come your way when you're weak,
There's still some hope and love,
That you always try to seek.
I'm not asking for you to try again,
Or attempt to finally achieve,
I'm asking for you to get back up,
And finally begin to believe.
What is there to be afraid of?
God is on your side.
Will you not believe?
He asks us to abide.
Believe in only what is true,
Never doubt you'll win.
For without belief and only sorrow,
You'll fall back down again.
I'm not asking for you to be a king,
Or understand what you receive.
I'm only asking you to get back up,
And finally begin to believe.
Slow Down My Precious CargoToday I caught myself being daringSlow Down My Precious Cargo8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaning in dangerously too far
How I got the courage too....
So lets take this all the way
Or until we both freeze up
Glued, fixed in a dead on stare.
"You make me so nervous", it slipped right out i swear.
Lets see whos "beat" can win this race.
At the moment were both ahead of the tempo.
Hey Sunshine, you kill meLook across the room.Hey Sunshine, you kill me9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm smiling,you're laughing.
But we're dying to know what we're about.
We're biting lips for different reasons
nervous as hell, pain, turn ons...
You're dropping kisses on my lips and saying "I'll see you everyday,right?"
I fall a step back and say "No... we can't."
If I'm ruining this for you, what do you think its doing for me?
We can't work it out
IDontKnowWhatThisIs-mylife-im sick of being friends with a ghost.IDontKnowWhatThisIs-mylife-8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just give your words to me...
my hair is tied back, with a ribbon, so tight.
(to keep my brains in)
the bracelets choking my wrists.
(to keep my veins in)
(to keep me from breathing too deep)
i cant breathe you in.
i am the queen of dancing infront of the mirror
hairbrush in hand..
pretending i am someone, and im going somewhere.
can you take me somewhere?
whenever i drive in the car,
and we go through the puddles
i lift up my feet so they dont get wet.
but when im outside.
i jump in every puddle i see.
because i dont want to see my reflection.
its the saftey illusion, the windows rolled all the way up
so the gun man cant shoot us.
my mother is crying "dont shoot me"
its the last day of school.
im stuck in class, the gunman, the gunman.
hes running around
and im back in the mirror
(this is called a flashback, because my poetry has no rythm)
screaming to myself
something about leaving
Lovers and LiarsI don't stand a chance.Lovers and Liars9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's what I thought while I was
climbing the stairs to the seduction scene.
Same time you're thinking
"I can't seriously distress her."
Pushing the door, I'm all mechanical flutters for your masochistic stutters.
You turn slowly, smiling.
You're smiling.. but there are tears in your eyes.
How was I to know that you could still get to me?
You stitch my lips shut so my jaw won't drop.
No "are you ready's".
It's just unstitch and no promises.
Dropping breaths and picking up you
"Hey Black Lungs"
take your last drag on your cigarette.
"We're playing with fire sweetheart"
"Save regrets for later"
My blood heats but my veins are filled to capacity with misery.
Because I know there's nothing to it.
I'm so busy playing despondent that I cant figure o
but the world got too smalli knew a girl oncebut the world got too small8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whose fingernails were painted citrus
lemon, orange, and green
as if she was personal friends
with the rainforest and all those within, like she
had been born out of a coconut
and crawled out fully formed, stretched her arms and walked away.
athena. daughter. goddess.
a million boys wanted her -
her white-blond silk threads of hair
and winterskyeyes vulnerable and so thin
like they could snap her and her coconut-pale skin
into fragments of china exotic if they tried.
'it gives them power,' she used to write in her journal,
in that spidery hand. she would kiss them
and run her white hands through their hair, and they enjoyed it
and afterwards she'd go home wherever it was,
spend her nights in alternate patterns
of sleep, regret, and poetry, writing in black ink
on her arm like parchment. paint her nails the colours
of love, she thought, like someone would pack her kiwi
in a bag lunch instead of just pressing their hands
Play With MeBoy: Let's playPlay With Me8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Girl: No I want to play with my doll
Boy: Leave that stupid doll, let's play
Girl: No I want to play with my doll
Boy: Let's play, your doll looks different all hands and legs
Girl: Hehe she did not depart yet, that's why she looks normal
Boy: How do people depart?
Girl: I don't know, I know my uncle, father and sister did
Boy: How did it happen?
Girl: I don't know?
If I cut her hands will my doll depart?
Boy: No she will still live
Girl: Hehe off with her hands!
Boy: And her legs too
Girl: Can we depart?
Boy: Yes we all can, but we need a special light
Girl: My mommy said that when we turn all black and ugly we would've departed
Boy: Yes and you have to lose your head to fully depart
Girl: If I lose a hand?
Boy: No you won't depart
Girl: A leg?
Boy: No you will still be alive
Girl: I want to depart but I want to stay pretty
Boy: Oh look a truck!
Girl: I want that truck
Boy: No I want it; you have your stupid doll
Girl: No I want it
Boy: No, it's mine mine, min
Weigh up and ReasonMan has no 'innate' sense of reason. Man is not born with knowledge, but he can accumulate it throughout his life. Sensory perception is the only way to receive information about the world - a being with no senses cannot have a sense of reason - or indeed a sense of ethics. A being with no senses can have no knowledge.Weigh up and Reason8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Our reason and conscience are the sum of our experiences.
And yet, regardless of whether man can perceive it, a square will always have four sides. The sum of the angles in a plane triangle will always be 180 degrees. In this way, we can differentiate between reason and conscience. We can reason and judge by what is - what we have perceived.
A lobster is still a lobster, whether we can see it or not.
We can exercise ethical opinion through our feelings towards the things we have perceived. This is how we can see a difference between reason and conscience.
A lobster may be a lobster, but is it ethical to boil it alive?
From this we can conclude (from this we
Be His VoiceBe His Voice8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you had a voice
maybe I could see
that you are always
here with me.
If you had a voice
I wouldn't be so lost
and I would truly know
how much my sins cost.
If you had a voice
I wouldn't have any doubt
all my worries would
sort themselves out.
If you had a voice
United is what we'd all be
then everyone could hear you
and everyone could see.
What's that you say?
"United is what we all COULD be?"
Well then Lord, where IS your voice?
Wait, Why are you pointing at me?
regret won't help you now "I thought I loved you,regret won't help you now8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it was just how you looked in the light."
the difference between cold and warm
is who you have to share it with.
my hands buried in layers of fleece
remain like the ocean in connecticut
I was not raised to suffer dry winters such.
I am accustomed to taking water in
with every august breath.
the difference between bravery and foolishness
is some child's blurry myth.
it's about not being scared.
I've written it already, I just lost my chance
to live it
on a sultry summer streetlight night.
still, dark blurry early mornings find
this same old pair of eyes
examining the same old patterns
in ceiling water spots, in persistant silvery ghosts.
scenes from summer, june 17-291.scenes from summer, june 17-297 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
two nights later and still there is glitter on my chest,
a speck of shining green in harsh bedroom light.
and in a cheap mirror, my eyes
have connotations of defiance
that I never could have read there two years ago.
I feel like a dictionary revised in lipstick,
or in a child's messy crayon,
old fears still visible through bright new color.
light slid onto your face, and for that brief illumination,
three quarters of a moment,
you looked like a firefly.
it would be so hard to chase and catch you
and hold you in my humid hands,
you disappear too quickly
in the rain-softened dusk.
I can hear you singing
perfectly out of tune,
standing behind me just out of sight.
We lean into the music like a grateful friend.
I remember the taste of golden streetlights circling against a dark sky,
I remember the sound of a sugarcoated midnight
bouncing off fresh white cinderblocks.
I remember bittersweet tattooing my heart until you
can barely read the names there anymore,
smeared blurs of te
insomniathis state of mind stains me like a city'sinsomnia8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
streets, tasting of black coffee and rusting keys
here, I don't need to lift a hand to make
words pound sharp and fast on the pavement--
I am high on the grease of motorbike accidents
if back home they loop script on tracing paper,
this is only a callous scrawl, which
moves not unlike crawling out of bed
three hours before sunrise, when there is
no natural light, only the chemistry of something
much more effective; a mind inching across
paper, a hand inching for the unfamiliar stars
kitestringi used to build last-chance bridgeskitestring7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that would crumble with the touch of a wish
hanging onto your little sister's fallen eyelash
like a shivering mountain climber.
and as peace shook itself down around my shoulders
i wondered if you've ever wondered why
when, at night, when you stare out at the trees
that sway, serene and alone -
why you, with all your charm and awkward grace
lie by yourself lit up by moonlight
hands behind your head in the shape of a diamond
with the knowledge that if the rest of you does not interfere
too much, you might become a kite
and fly away into the thin atmosphere,
loose and free.
and i know that i used to wonder
as i laid each promise down and pressed it into place
with worn, tired hands -
if i would ever ever be anything more to you
than a kitestring, pulling you back down
reminding you of things you should regret
and patching you up so you can cut away pieces of yourself
with each and every apology
i force upon you, because it is right,
and freedom is some
five minutes w. an old friend five minutes with an old friendfive minutes w. an old friend7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
recognition glimmers in your eyes
the last shivery breath of a nova,
your forehead uncreases and your lips move
her shoulders feel different when your arms wrap
around each other, a familiar suffocation
her hair brushes your cheek and feels softer
like dandelion fluff, her skin is paler
your pretty girl is tired.
it's raining but pathetic fallacy has no place in reunions
and you ask if she remembers the puddles, yes,
and the summers, yes, and the yellowjacket stings,
yes. today she carries an umbrella
and you can still catch the scent
of a plastic poncho covering hips
that have taken so many years to wear in.
she shows you pictures in plastic frames
and a drawing, to mommy.
look carefully: the curve o
slippingbefore alarms, before voices, before the bright sun,slipping8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wake up, and I am
pulled back into the marrow of my bones.
fluid, their shape has changed
and I resemble anything: the firmness
of a dwarf star, the white gravity of elephants--
but only for this moment, the quiet, naked hour
that doesn't last an hour, we are
unfairly broken into thirds.
first, it is madness to think, to love, but
if I can feel it, I will take it
if I had a tattoo for every
word, drained like wineglasses after a sultry day
my skin would be a map of frustration
leading to streets my feet have never touched
every day is a staggering ode, and a sobering truth;
we give away our beds, we are so vulnerable
second, at four, I hadn't yet known
that blood is composed of water, that music has teeth,
that twenty percent of a hummingbird's body is heart.
today, I figure out, in a room that is quiet as 3 a.m.,
that I may have loved too early, and too soon understood
that vanity is not about wounding oneself with a mirror
It's all in the bonesFathom me, pleaseIt's all in the bones6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I'm hard-pressed
to wince a
my cheeks when
your paint is
purring the floor
you draw me in
to sketch me
my misplaced shape
is all hands
and an outline
of skin like
touch & go
'til we've gone
my sonic face
you and we
palms that sculpt
you tear the score
like your fingertips
and naive blue
it's you all over
but far from
this new spin
is what for
in your shoulders
of things to come
all listless sinking
dropped and not
thinking of beaches
wires to rely on
just how we wanted it.
Worthless, She Wrote*Worthless, She Wrote8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"maybe happiness isn't something you experience so much as remember"
is what i actually wrote, which made me wonder
what the real difference is.
undeserving, or just undeserved.
could be something between the antagonist
or perhaps only from the irrelevance
of the emergency.
overall, i feel i am only sitting in a tree
like a fool,
when i should be making the tree (with my words).
i am a poet, after all.
slight exaggeration, i used to be.
i think about these things while sitting in the tub,
thinking about shaving my legs even though
the man who loves me doesn't care if they are prickly
or if i was dirty as a caveman
because he saw me when i was beautiful and
held on to that.
he held on to me, seeing me as an angel whos' wings
were cut to string-like pieces, and (he nurtured me
back to health) in an open field, made it possible
for the grass inbetween my toes to grab me, holding
me down to him,
i was thankful.
he was my hero (my wonder so)