i love the way i say ithow come perfection could be the smile of apology you made when you were always late
how come perfection could be
velocity isnt lost each time
the bounce has changed
there arent enough sides inside
my skull to play any
-truth-will you meet me in the spaces-truth-8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
between our fingers
indivisible, but one
(and all the smaller pieces
that don't matter)
a hollow note
twenty minutes to dawn
(i know this because we've been here before)
in this moment, and this thing of arms and arms entwined, called embrace
this moment on soft notsosoft ground sheets
it's the same
and in this moment
this moment is again
and your voices
singing as the past
ceilings and walls
that do not house me
anymore, i hear you
you are farther away
when i am with you
than when we are
so far apart
i do not have a traditional clock
that could tick away the night
in even tones
to focus on
when i'm trying my hardest not to be awake
i only have digitalisations left
If you keep your eyes closedI start, but I begin to faulterIf you keep your eyes closed8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
catching myself on cliffs of wind chapped lips
gnawing uncertainty with white spears
(oh native tongue)
what's spinning you?
The bastard child that thinks I'm a yo-yo.
I begin again, only to fall into
the same too big for you shoes, same glazed (aspartame laced) over smile,
and you. you are... a loss of anything to say
in the future. nowi cannot tellin the future. now8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
whether or not
it's the weather
or my toes are
cold for other
on top of me
like all the
oceans and all
and dead things
and oil spills
and a need
it is only a romantic notion
a dream for a higher purpose
special things that seperate
there was something worth it
up there, you told me
no one would ever think to look for me
(i too, deserve the sun, sometimes, sometimes)
you asked never
you asked never to
never to sing
you asked never
never to sing
you asked never
never to sing
never to sing
never to sing that song to you
watercolour my eyes a song
over the mountains
hold my ears close
and berate brush strokes - to my
solidify words in my mouth
so hard and crystal sharp
they bleed into my stomach
and grow trees up my pipes
blooming you morning
on all my photographs
a decade ago i
you in your mouthi am curious about youyou in your mouth7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of course, i'd like
to know how many sugars
if any, i think i'd like
to know how well
done. but i'm not sure
of course, if i should be
curious (or otherwise)
if it is indecent
of me to speculate
ponder how much milk
wonder what textures
maybe i should wait
for the situation
to present itself
rather than spend
these days thinking
say cheeseHow can you manufacture emotion?say cheese8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Such a bold statement. Look capital letter. Punctuation.
Must be true.
[i smile everyday for you, it kills me, every day, just a little bit more of me, falls to the floor, and i step on it]
- Stain -Stain- Stain -7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you remember the old pain,
the tears and the acid rain,
us making love on a fast train,
the pleasure of going insane,
the madness infusing my brain,
the red in that blood stain
I still do.
Daddy is an artistDaddy doesnt need waterDaddy is an artist6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For his bloody knuckles
To color pretty pictures,
He'll exhibit with pride when the work is done.
All he really needs
Are his eight red markers
To help him express the anger
He keeps bottled up inside.
Daddy is an artist and I am
Living proof of his ability
To cause pain.
My skin is a canvas you can use over and over again,
Welcome to the museum of horrors
Where you can admire the beauty
In every bruise, scrape and blood stain.
I wish you could seeSo many people love you like they want to be you, I just love you.I wish you could see8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wandering around in circles only gets you to one place.
I chose the maze that is you
The next moment could be my New Year.
Clocks don't need to tell me that.
Your silence and broken words say so much more.
Speak, I am hanging on to every word
Face shapes that make you smile, even softly.
Are the shapes you cover in kisses.
They are worth every tear.
Strength and pride are only worth so much.
Humility, love with out conditions, honesty.
Things like that make me.
Chasing fairies isn't' foolish.
Loving you isn't stupid.
Dancing naked is purely a frame of mind.
I miss the smell of your sweater.
Your memories paint my walls.
Your taste is missing from my mouth.
I've come this far to see your faults, and flaws.
You broke a thousand promises.
I forgive you
WaterI lap at your feet, welcoming you into my depths.Water6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seducing your toes to step closer, wade further
Its a cool day, and I offer warmth and comfort
Begging you to swim, even though you know
That danger lurks with me
I entice your senses,
A single dance with the darkness
A sway into danger,
Cant be that bad,
Act of KindnessWARNING!!! This passage is a bit long! If your not sure you want to read it I suggest that you look at the description first! Please enjoy!Act of Kindness4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I did something once for a boy that I never knew or had ever known, though I did see him every Friday. Our paths would slide by each other on that day. He stood on a corner near my school and smoked American Spirit. We wouldn't wave or acknowledge each other for the longest time. Then one day he wasn't there, and I found myself worried. Another week passed and he returned and I talked to him. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if he had not been the
1 + 1To let go.1 + 18 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To give in.
To stop calling your name.
To say nothing.
To look but not touch.
To throw away one more thing that means everything to me.
To let the bitter edge of time win.
To let paper hearts crumble.
To admit this smile can never shine enough to brighten your dark.
To give up the ghost.
To give back one sweater.
To turn around and say your right.
All equates to my destruction.
I am no Juliet.
You could be no Romeo.
So I can not admit that you are the last thing I truly felt.
Can not admit to sin, to crying my self sick, to shortage of breath.
Admit one when I long to be two.
One me - One you
One beating heart creating just another sad story
Girl finds boy. Boy engulfs girl with feeling. Girl runs to boy. Boy kisses away until he is gone away. Girl never smiles quite the same.
Newspaper headlines aren't my forte.
My calling was you.
To say anything less then you is nothing is one more bitter truth found in poetry
But not in
The priceWould you be angry if I stopped right here. Got off and let you down.The price8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Got up and left you there. Stopped myself up and said no, no more.
I think I would be angry. I think I would not want you to dance upon those streets alone, frisking to the fro. And gruyere dripped from lips I wouldn't be wiping, crumbs of boudin noir I wouldn't be laughingly picking out of your beard. You've got a little… here… no there…
I'm sure I would be angry, but I'm angry anyhow, and location displacement makes all the difference how?
I wouldn't be the one idly picking flowers, hummingly, sweetly when I know I shouldn't be, you reclining on elbows, watching me as if I were your muse again. And modern symphonies and growls and shriekings (I'm not using you for your lyrics you know) I know. I know.
When I come to place booted feet onto grounds he hasn't walked upon since he was eighteen. You won't be there.
When and if I brave the tips of icebergs in countries I shouldn't be travelling, you won't be there (let's
Cloudy DaysIf you could wipe the clouds from my skyCloudy Days8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would never ask you to
We all need rain sometimes
Even when we miss the feel of the sun
If it weren't for the rain
How would we know when it was warm and bright?
And how would things grow?
And how could we jump in puddles getting our socks all wet?
Instead of trying to do the impossible
Trying to change my heart, my thoughts
Please just hold my hand
And maybe wipe away some tears
I need to walk this path to be me
But I don't always want to walk it alone
So be my cheerleader, be my sunshine when the clouds won't part
But let me feel the rain
The ViolinistOz drew his bow across the violin's strings, testing the instrument's sound. The third string was a little off, so he turned a tuning peg and tried it again.The Violinist5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He opened his eyes and looked around him. The sun was beginning to set behind some of the few remaining skyscrapers-halves of skyscrapers, really-and the ruins of the city were tinted orange. The rubble here was old-he could always tell they were old by the few straggly plants that desperately thrust themselves up through gaps in the chunks of concrete that blanketed the ground. Old ruins had a smell, too, and a sound; a city newly destroyed was a painfully noisy place, buildings would continue to collapse, there was screaming and sirens, and the stench was always the same: blood and panic at first and then rotting flesh. That was, of course, assuming the bomb hadn't gone off in the city, but only near enough to destroy the buildings and kill the people.
But this place had seen its last radiation-poisoned soul perhaps a h
When I rewrite the bible...I thinkWhen I rewrite the bible...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
everyone needs to be in love; I think
everyone needs someone to tell them they're amazing.
(Because sometimes, we forget that
we perform miracles
in the way we look at one another.)
(And really, I think we're all saints that way. And love
should be a religion; not the love of God, but the love of sunsets
and long eyelashes
and air guitar
and spy movies
and secret ticklish spots
and flavoured coffee. And then,
we could be pious in our kisses, and we would all believe in heaven.)
Energy In Spikes And SurgesEnergy In Spikes And Surges8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm kinetic. Walking ten thousand miles
just to avoid being near you. Because
there's no reason for seeing hope
falsely reflected in a waving-smile.
So I'll get off here, thanks, and then
I'll look away whenever you pass me.
And I'll ignore these songs that play
in my head. About you and me and
our possible-anything that will remain
forever, falling into something less than
Because I have energy for both of us.
In my head, we can be hyphanated ideas.
Always-and-forever and a never-going-
to-be wrapped up in my needs and wants.
Walking ten thousand metaphorical miles
is easier than dealing with physical emotion,
when all I have to do to not see you
is cross the street when I do.
Worn AwayMy peaceful tempermentWorn Away8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These placid eyes
Becoming worn and weary
Patching the holes
But the patches peel away
Revealing the tattered pieces
Of my used up soul
She Said, He SaidAnd She said;She Said, He Said8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're beautiful when you're thinking
And you shine when you smile
You're complicated when it's simple
Yet you're so easy to understand
Your hands are warm around my fingers
And I like it best when I'm with you
Just to sit and watch the thoughts flit across your face
As I think about you
And how I love you
And always have
And He said;
Never Mind MeI'm supposed to be the one you wantNever Mind Me8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's supposed to be me
The one who smiles back at you when you smile
And the one who laughs at all your jokes
The one who actually returns your calls
And remembers everything you tell her
The one who minds if you mind
And the one who would gladly lay her life on the line just to save yours
Guess who it is
I'm supposed to be the one you want
Love you in RedI love you in redLove you in Red7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
said the bullet
to the head
as it exploded
like a melon
by a mallet
as the cars were changing lanes
bits of grey matter
out of the carpet
a fresh tomato
from the market...
OH... where did I put that brain?!?!?!?
spatter marks of red
like the gun
it's the nail
in the coffin
Do You Ever Miss Me?Don't you ever miss her?Do You Ever Miss Me?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That girl in your dreams
You said you were in love with her
But that love was never seen
Yes, don't you ever miss her?
The only thing you can think about every hour of every day
And when they're triggered
The forgotten memories
Of fondness and smiles
Don't you ever miss her?
When you're all alone
And you hug your knees to your chest
And dream of her warmth
What her skin would've felt like against yours
How her voice would've sounded in your ear
It's gone now
But you miss her
Do you miss me?
Clocks Keep TickingI don't want to fall into another dream of youClocks Keep Ticking8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because waking up to reality is just too hard
I don't want to relive another memory
Because that just reminds me of how sweet you are
And that's no good for keeping me angry at you
Why can't I let myself hate you?
In a world where we're drawn to other peoples faults
And I can't pick a single one out in you
Let me hate you, dammit!
But I can't...
There's no time for anything but to love you
Dead MemoriesSometimes I think it's goneDead Memories8 years ago in Scraps More Like This
That finally it's melted away
But on closer inspection
It's beating stronger every day
And still I try to deny it
It's getting harder and harder to do
And though I compress, extinguish these feelings
My heart still beats steadily for you
What once was fickle admiration
Has grown to seemingly endless heights
And the bittersweet arguments we had every day
Are now just memories of those fights
And now she's back
In the corner of your eye
I know you're watching her
Sneaking glances on the sly
Just tell me what it is that makes her so desirable
Tell me what and I promise I'll change
In the blink of an eye
What I remember can change so suddenly
That I can't even remember why...
I started this in the first place
mosaicand we'll go on living our livesmosaic8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and we'll go in pretending
and we'll go out ignoring
the truths we never face
and we'll go on dying inside
and we'll go on exchanging
this for that, and every other else
to try and substitute
and we'll go on living our lives
and we'll go on living
and we'll go
we'll go on living our lives
because the best parts are always broken
because the best ones are always shattered
and you can never fix what was never whole