life lesson #1presented for your edification,life lesson #12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
life lesson #1:
found among in the last of her notes,
[scribbled so hard that the fragility of the lead
snapped, again and again, under her harsh misery
and the plastic of the synthetic pencil melted and dripped down her wrist]
the very last of her observations
shortly before the master of her own destiny
abandoned the arts completely
to pursue a career in self-loathing
in loneliness, and in worthlessness,
[in short, a career in failure
as a creator,
the notebook itself was already coming apart in her hands
by the time she wrote the words:
pages smeared, ripped, falling out,
a cover, hanging crookedly on its spiral bound skeleton
and all of the words faded,
virtually to illegibility.
for your edification,
the net result of countless angry waves
slamming against dark sands
and hissing into oblivion:
"NEVER ASK FOR WHAT YOU WANT"
and screamed herself apart.
The Future is BlandLook outThe Future is Bland3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forget the days, the nights.
Is it new?
Was it new?
Where is the new new?
When is the new new?
How new will the new new be?
close the eyes.
Close them to the current.
Close them to the new.
Rehash the old
call it good.
Good to go,
good to consume,
good to call better.
The moment was then,
the moment will come,
the moment is not.
CardialectomyRemove this thing from the core of meCardialectomy3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I desire it no longer
It's broken and gross and black and worn
And without it I'll be stronger
You have the saw and the anesthetic
I'll gladly take my chances
O, please make haste, start surgery
Before this pain advances
(At that point, the procedure began
I was happily put under
However, I couldn't quite pull through
Due to the surgeon's blunder)
A Rhyme About ReasonsThis pen must be out of inkA Rhyme About Reasons3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Cause no words can be produced
I am similar, I think
Empty and of no use
This road must end right here
Because right now we're going nowhere
All along this was my fear
But I guess life isn't fair
And your phone has no connection
'Cause you're not getting the message
And you were given bad directions
'Cause you're in the middle of the Wreckage.
The ArtistFatigued, he works in a quiet roomThe Artist3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He mimics with his brush
Exactly how the shadows loom
Among the midnight hush
As the clock advances, though,
He succumbs to a strange feeling
At which point, all his movements slow
And his mind's left blank and reeling
He shrinks down to nine inches tall
Takes on a brown-ish hue
Soon he cannot move at all
He knows not what to do
Paint drying in his hair
Panic too much to take
He cries out as he sits there
And swiftly jerks awake.
Things Most PreciousI'm not exactly freefallingThings Most Precious3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is no wind rushing past my ears
No thousands of feet between me and the ground
I sit here solidly attached to my chair
Fingers resting on my keyboard
That being said, I could use a parachute.
I need something to catch me as I leave my fears behind
As my fingers begin their random, frenzied dance across the keys
As I drop the things more precious to me than any gold
My children made of 12 point font
Hoping, praying, that you will catch them
And that when you do, you will cherish them as I have
Those words are all I have
But no matter what I say,
You won't take care of them
You don't know how.
There is another knowledge you need
Something I can't teach you with those precious words
Art about art is easier said than done.
You can't recapture feelings being recaptured
You can talk about fingers falling onto keyboards like the rain
You can talk about a brush held delicately as a dried lily.
You can talk about music that makes you shiver
WhyStanding there with her family and friends surrounding her, she could feel no more isolated. In the present (an insignificant, eternal moment in this strange time spectrum) is where she lives and breathes and thinks and cries. But she's - what seems to be - a million years behind, where such casualties just aren't so heavy.Why3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are easy conversations. Discussions regarding work and the weather and the accomplishments of some woman's child, about which no one could care any less.
She's deaf to all but a single, profound, definite, haunting silence residing in his chest.
The flower arrangements are so pretty - so many colors that are positively gorgeous! She especially adores the yellow ones. They look like they'd been personally, intimately, kissed by the sun.
But flowers die.
His skin is pasty, and his salt-and-pepper hair looks like it has more white than black in it - something she had failed to recognize before. The sheets lining the wooden box look so soft.
But she do
my temporary darling.you are smart enough to know the world is not depicted in black and white.my temporary darling.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i am experienced enough to know there's no way this will work.
and yet i still trace the outline of your hand, run a finger along your veins knowing it's proof you feel, and comfort myself with your warmth.
still i smile into your ocean blue eyes that pull me in.
still i wave away my fears that this will end with another wound to stitch on my battle worn heart.
in the end, my fears were right.
there was no climactic moment as the fireworks faded, no sense of enlightenment of love, no distinguishable feeling.
that night was a mix of sharpened words transferred through texts and a numb veil washing over my senses so nothing hurt, nothing was felt.
i kept going through the motions.
wash my clothes, brush my hair, smile, laugh, eat, breathe,
you are smart enough to know you made a mistake and look at your phone every so often with a sad frown and solemn eyes.
i am experienced enough to keep on going. to stitch
And this is when I say goodbyeAnd this is how it feels when I ignore the words you spoke to meAnd this is when I say goodbye3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I could hear you. I could hear your words, sharpened to a point and thrown cruelly at me, could hear your cries, your pleas, and when all else failed, your screams.
Those words haunted me. They were burned into my memory and will never fully disappear, like how a drop of wax can be peeled off your skin but that one patch of skin never fully recovers.
I know I should've listened. I know I just ignored you and kept walking, shrugging off your cries like they meant nothing to me when it was anything but.
I know that the sight of my retreating back probably hurt you. It probably cut you almost as much as it cut me when I had to steel myself not to turn around. When I had to harden my thoughts, harden my heart, and put up my mask just so I wouldn't betray myself at the last minute and run crying into your arms, begging forgiveness.
I can still hear you. I can still hear the echoes of your word, dug deep into my memory s
Nearly NothingThere's a fire inside my ribcageNearly Nothing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where my heart used to be
And I'm almost certain that the flame
Is bound to swallow me
But this blaze does not burn
It only makes me melt
Exposing my inner core
And all I've ever felt
I make a final wish
As my oxygen runs low
Snuffing out my warmth
So, fin'lly, I let go.
22It's no use complaining or over-explaining every little problem thats gaining then waning in one small unimportant brain when you consider the lives of those across the economic divide whose soul drive comes not from the pursuit of fun or love but the need to survive223 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The least I can do is make it entertaining
And so although I fear there is no one to hear I'm told by more talented artists to use my pen like a spear, target what makes my clear life unclear, and that things will be better if I form rhymes out of letters when I suspect I neglect her and feel the need to protect her
Which leads me on neatly but not so discreetly to the point thats been beating me
When the girl that you care for and would do any dare for is so far away that you can never be there for her it's hard not to be scared for her, and new problems arise and disguise themselves again so fast every single time, so every time I'm surprised and forced to improvise without warning when my feelings feel like changing the
When you think you're aloneThings to do when you think You're AloneWhen you think you're alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sing loudly, even if you can't
Draw a picture of everything in your room
Draw a picture of everything you wish was in your room
Get distracted by the dust floating in the sunbeams
Come up with the next great fashion trend
but only with newspapers and ravioli cans
Buy all the yarn at the fabric store
make yourself a pet sheep
Make snow angels
or leaf angels
or grass angels
or even carpet angels
Build a skyscraper out of your neighbor's lawn ornaments
Make sure it's up to code
If not, put in some garbage bags for windows
Go up to your mother's giant mahogany book case, and read everything in side
All those stories suck, so write new ones.
Pick up the first thing you find in the street, and make it an instrument
Write a romantic song for it
Have a tea party with all your stuffed animals
Floppy hats are optional
Learn to fly a plane
Warn all the triangles first
Build a food-making machine
If you only get sauerkraut, the flibbernater is on too tight
BlarmAnyway, the point of it all is blarm. What blarm is, I don't know, but that's the point. Period. Blarm is all that it ever was about and all that it'll ever be about. Apparently. According to Carrie, anyway.Blarm4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Carrie is my best friend, and she has been since the fifth grade. Most people don't understand why, though. I was always the quiet girl with glasses that sat in the back of the class, and she was the one with the frizzy blonde hair who never quite seemed able to sit still. To everyone's surprise, though, she was always the smart one. Not in things like math or English, but she knew things. Sometimes she would be able to sit calmly, and then she knew all the secrets of the universe.
She came up with the word blarm in seventh grade. She just turned to me one day and said, "Hey, Sarah, do you know what blarm is?"
"No," I said. "What is it?"
"I don't know yet, I just know that it's important."
"But it's one of your words, isn't it?"
Then she got that look in her eyes and said, "Well, w
Hotel RooseveltI want an old heaterHotel Roosevelt4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It wouldnt work
I would hold my hands over it early in the morning
before deciding not to wake up again
I would turn over in bed and put my cold hands freezing on you
I shouldn't be the only one never waking up again
You'd be irritated, but not really.
You'd tell me you'd fix it later.
You'd tell me "You should get some sleep."
and I do, but not before kissing every single one of your freezing fingers
You never do fix it
and I don't mind
because I'm never waking up again
The PetalI saw the red petal fall.The Petal4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was such a small movement; like the fluttering of a moth wing. It lifted from it's dying host and flew to the ground, where it'd shrivel up into brown.
Watching this makes me sad. I couldn't explain it. I was just sad because of this small thing. This act of nature.
Maybe it was because it was a sign of fall arriving. Maybe it was because the petal was weak and fragile.
I wanted to take the petal into my hand and cradle it there. Tell it that it still has so much to live for. That now it can serve another purpose. It can give back to where it came.
But I don't. I let the petal sit there, getting dryer as I watch it. It's flat against the ground as the wind presses against it. It looks like it's given up. It's color is already dulling.
Another petal falls, but I don't feel the same about that petal. Only the first. It was the first to fall; to give up and let go of it's life.
Maybe it makes me sad because the petal reminds me of myself.
Betty SeesBetty Sees10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hello, flower! You smell pretty today!" - said Betty as she shook two of it's leaves. - "My grandma said that you are a daffodil. And that you bloom in the Spring. Didn't you know? There are four seasons. Four seasons! And you only bloom in one of them! … oh don't cry - I didn't mean to upset you." - Betty wiped the dew out of the daffodil. - "I'll sing you a song! "
Daffodil, Daffodil don't you cry.
Let the sun your tears to dry.
The Earth takes care of big and small.
Be happy that you're standing tall.
Betty sat down in the garden with her eyes closed. She could smell the fresh grass. The earth. She could hear the birds chirping. The cricket's mating call. The flys buzzing. She could hear the wind through the leafs of the oak. It had rained the night before. The scent enthralled her and she lied on her stomach and spread her little hands.
She was hugging the Earth.
"I can hear it! …The music! I can hear it."
Shorelines, HemlinesI started off treading on braided manila hemp-Shorelines, Hemlines11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am now down to knotted wool
The lines you keep drawing begin closing in
and you keep at it til we blur
like a trail of once carved footprints
washed out by the ever coming tide
My heart comes and goes just as so,
each thump hanging on your every word;
I feel my everything dangling on a string of surgical thread
which you've been holding so very loosely between
your pockmarked index and delicate thumb
Please, skip out on the cruelty and let me fall;
The End of Innocence The End of InnocenceThe End of Innocence1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dreams lie shattered at our feet
Preconceived notions at best
A whimsical desire we once knew
Has died upon our lips...
Look upon these scars
That tell of harder times gone by
The naivete of our hopes
Etched upon our souls...
The pain reflected in our eyes
Is only the shadow of the hurt
Lodged deeply within our hearts
Waiting upon time to heal the wounds...
It is the end as we know it
The end of our innocence
For we will never be the same
When the morning comes....
Chapter 1Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There were a lot of things I could've said in that moment but I didn't say any of them. A plea would've been nice, a good cry maybe too. I couldn't even bring myself to say goodbye. All I could do was blink as I watched her pack my things and lead me out the door.
"I'm sorry, Austin," she told me, "I've changed and you've stayed the same. Things can't work between us anymore." She handed me a box of my things and held the edge of the door until her knuckles were white, "Email me an address to send your art supplies to."
With that she shut the door.
There were exactly seven stairs down to the sidewalk, two empty lanes to the other side, and two heavy hearted steps to the small blue bus stop bench. Only then could the words escape my lips.
"Changed, my ass," I breathed, balling the strap of my luggage in my fist.
"Excuse me?" a woman demanded beside me. She looked ready to pick a fight, infant slung against her chest.
"Nothing, nothing." I desperately waved my hands and she glared, "I'm
I need ...I need one simple work of art,I need ...2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in which all the glitter is gone.
I need a second heart -
you've already filled the first one.
I need three wishes from a genie;
food, love, health - they matter the most.
I need four people to see me -
my creators, you and a ghost.
I need five letters - a name.
which represents you in a way.
I need six more lives - I'm insane.
For you in each one I will pray.
I need seven more words to tell.
For you I would travel through Hell.
I need eight bright Suns in the storm:
instead of me they'll keep you warm.
I need nine teddy bears for you to hold.
So you'd feel loved if it ever gets cold.
The love I have's mine - not ours.
But now I will tell you the truth -
if this day had ten more hours
I would spend them all loving you.
A Winter's Love A Winter's LoveA Winter's Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I grow restless
Awaiting the dark with hope
For the first snowfall
To bring back memories of love...
How could I forget that icy kiss
Cool, but full of promise
Of passion, of dreams
Lingering in the air...
We stared up at the beautiful moon
Counting the stars
Our breath mingling in little puffs
That looked like clouds rising to the heavens...
I hear a crunch of footsteps
My patience being rewarded
As I feel you draw nearer
And yet, farther away....
A touch of your hand, I am undone
A whisper of your lips across my brow
A warmth that was felt
Long after the winter fades away...
Do you remember that sweet night
Where I waited under moonlight
For your heart, your love, your touch.....
Another winter's love...
Smile SmileSmile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The beauty of it transforms your face
Showing the fire through your eyes
Lighting up your soul
It makes me want to reach out
And touch your face
Tracing each dimple in your cheek
In hopes that it too will fill me with warmth...
I want to steal that warmth
I want to claim that smile as mine
The magnificence of it melting me inside
Loving you even more....
I always love to see you smile
Even more so when I know it is I
That has brought that glory to your face
Showing your heart's stirring depths...
Let me trace your lips
Feel every nuance of what your spirit brings
The joy that lights up your world.....
Smile for me, beloved.....
And let me stay in that warmth for a little while...
ConfessionsConfessionsConfessions3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I watched you clasp my hand
It was then I wondered
How did it ever come to this point
Where a touch meant everything?
The sparkle in your eyes
Makes me weak in the knees
Knowing that glow is for me alone
Sets my heart aflame...
The smile that stretches those beautiful lips
Lulls me into euphoria like I've never known
And it is with every breath in me
That I wish that you will never stop....
I'd live for you...
Breathe for you...
Love for you...
Fight for you...
And die for you...
It is with sweet enrapture
That I give my heart so freely
With my body and soul
To you I surrender....
...My fallen angel.....
GraceGraceGrace4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She's got the walk
Her beauty knows no bounds
Moving with peaceful intentions
She's everything you'd ever want...
Sweet child of love and poise
Carrying the weight of the world
The catalyst between good and evil
A drop of ambrosia in her veins....
In her lies that Innocence
The curve of her smile
Enchanting to all that encounter her
Melodies dancing in her eyes....
A fragile flower
She weathers any storm
Protective, loyal, an ally that will never leave
A fantastic warrior of the skies...
Life in her steps
She finds magic in every soul...