MyLittleFishThey said you were like a fish-MyLittleFish9 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
Downhill. Lose your Drive.MONDAYMONDAY.Downhill. Lose your Drive.9 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.
Hey Sunshine, you kill meLook across the room.Hey Sunshine, you kill me10 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
All Oxygen is, is Cheap TalkThe cheap talk is on me tonightAll Oxygen is, is Cheap Talk9 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.
Lovers and LiarsI don't stand a chance.Lovers and Liars10 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
glittering, struggling.i.glittering, struggling.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"i am going to make every person
around me as happy as i can,"
i bravely declare.
"you should get a job," you offer,
and i draw a heart on a whiskey
bottle and say that making people
happy is my new job.
"you should get a paying job,"
you clarify, and i fill the whiskey
bottle with glitter and kiss you
until it doesn't matter anymore.
you don't need money if you're
i tell you that i'm going to leave
because even if it hurts now, it will
eventually make you happy, and
you refuse to speak to me for
the rest of the night.
and here i thought i had
all of the answers.
you joke about going to med school
just so you can keep me alive forever.
i joke about doing some nice deeds
so people will write kind things about
me in my obituary.
neither of us think the other
is particularly funny.
you roll over in bed and whisper,
"did you mean what you said, kel?
about making people happy?"
i pretend to be asleep so that
i don't have to tell you that the only
people that i want to
PoetryI found meaningPoetry11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In words so unspoken,
And the places
No eye catches.
In the shade of behemoth movement,
Watching a life
Behind the borders of mind,
Without a breath or word
A reason to question the air above my head.
How I breathe
And am held down,
And crawl through forests
Still as the sky.
And listen to what was always there
Between branches and channels,
Learn from each
To know yourself.
And the one's you would surrender it all for.
Continue with that emblem
Out of corners.
Make the road your own.
Forget each curve
And listen in silence.
There we find answers that we only dreamed to know.
AfterlifeAfterlife11 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A desert road.
A body lies on the road. SAM is sitting on it. It is his corpse. He gets up. Looks at the body, and looks at himself. He feels himself for fat. He goes stage LEFT. As he reaches the end, he stops. He then goes stage RIGHT. He stops. He looks out toward the audience. He goes upstage. He goes downstage. Finally, he glumly takes a seat on his body again and sighs heavily with his chin in both hands, elbows on his knees. He stares at the ground and takes no notice of his surroundings.
Enter CHARON, stage RIGHT. He is wearing simple brown robes and a walking staff. Middle-aged and balding. He drags his feet, hunched over and head down, like someone who has been on his feet for a long time. Noticing SAM, he straightens himself. He takes a scrol
For Just A Second...I'm 16 for just this secondFor Just A Second...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And laying under the moonlit sky
I can only see us now as we are
The scratchy blanket beneath my back
With your light dozing against my chest
The ring on my finger looks like the stars
And the words "we need to talk"
Only make you laugh and make me smile
I'm 22 for just this second
And you're so scared to meet my eyes
Sitting together on the floor
You stare at your hands and I into space
My voice is cruel because it has to be
And the words "we need to talk"
Sound so ominous that I can't breathe
I'm 34 for just this second
Returning your smile as you step across the field
The laughter of the children echoes in our ears
As you sit down and I try not to draw your attention
To my uncomfortable shifting
And the words "we need to talk"
Mean visitation rights as we watch our daughter swing
I'm 53 for just this second
And our shared glance contains volumes
As our baby walks down the aisle
Your eyes glitter a little and I start to think
That it would be ok for once t
the cocooning of pangeatell me about continents and oceansthe cocooning of pangea6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i'll tell you about highways
and i say:
that isn't an ending,
need to change.
and i say:
we all need to change,
even beauty must adapt.
and i say:
So you love me more than air?We must breathe to live.So you love me more than air?9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
So you love me more than air?
Stop breathing for me.
An Interlude IIIf I say I miss you...An Interlude II8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will you know it's something true?
If I say I feel empty,
coz you're not here with me,
will your answer just... I'm sorry?
Rushing Glamour,Sucking OxygenUnmade bedsheets, long blank staresRushing Glamour,Sucking Oxygen10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Youre an air inhaler, speechless lips
Racing minds, racing hearts
Smeared lipstick, untidy hair
Vulnerable, no control
Rushing Glamour, imperfection
You call it pressure
I call you "easy"
Regrets Before Dawntomorrow i'm goneRegrets Before Dawn11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
for lands distant and new
but tonight i'm still here
and thinking of you
tomorrow i'm gone
for a world far away
but tonight if you loved me
and asked me, i'd stay
tomorrow i'm gone
my sails are all set
but tonight the winds howl
with loss and regret
tomorrow i'm gone
to find a new fare
but tonight i'm left wondering
if you even care
tomorrow i'm gone
i'll be so far from home
but tonight though i love you,
you've still left me alone
trilobite.look:trilobite.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't ask me to prove to you that evolution is real,
because i lost the notebook with the proof written
out in pen. i could try to sum it up for you anyway,
about how i didn't used to love you and then one day
i did and how whales used to have legs.
also i was once a flower or a seven year old
and my hands didn't know how to hold yours
or how to draw sunsets and make sandcastles.
evolution was you one year ago saying i was perfect,
that i should never change myself for anyone.
now you say that you are trying to fix me,
which means that perfect things could always
be trying harder. and that's evolution.
i'm tired of my hair that keeps growing longer
and my veins that keep shifting beneath the surface
of my skin, writing love letters to you in cursive.
they say my writing never evolves,
so i write a poem for you about love
and learning to walk on two legs
and title it "trilobite."
they say with my heavy bones my body will never
get off the ground, but that doesn't mean
Hymn to HerAt first there was only the dream of the thing. Little pictures of a little scene, a diorama crawling up and down your spine as you lay curled up, almost fetus-like, but not quite, inside your soup-bowl skull. "The broth is important," you say to yourself, "an effervescent thing." You were always so sensitive to smells. He liked that about you. This delicate ensemble of images, fleeting feelings, inspired flashes and bolder insights - all of it an ever-present threat of cacophony as much as a list of ingredients. Latent calamity lent itself to the possibility that the harmony of the meal could be lost or destroyed at any moment. "You're no cook," the pictures say. And upon closer inspection, you find they are concerned not at all with balance, but speak only volumes of your insatiable need to devour them. You tell them to shut up. Suddenly the images seem to deceive, the steamyHymn to Her7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Infamous turned Famousyou couldnt surviveInfamous turned Famous10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
without me saying hi
that i know your secrets
that make you scream and cry in the night
and you told me all
and now im telling you off
so dont speak shut the fuck up
dont even cough
your going to get this shame
this hurt and abuse
cause its past me
and its coming for you
ill seek you out
knock you out
all the bad things...
and i know
about all the bad things...
cause you told
and im about to just walk away
and give you your days
to sit and think of me
like you always do
hate yourself for letting
me hate you
tear yourself apart
for breaking my heart
and showing me the door
when i was bleeding on yo' floor
and back to my heart
see you didnt really break it
you didnt really have it
you just sort of claimed it
and the land has now had it
i hope you understand
exactly what this means
that all my friends
have all become my fiends
it was really scales
what i thought was wings
so listen up
all you cold blooded things
consider this a warning
septiembreWe walked alone that evening. We were together but we were alone. Our eyes fixatedseptiembre8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
on the pavement below, we walked. The heat radiated between us and yet we didn't
acknowledge it. It was nothing. If anything it was a barrier, separating us from where we
were and where we wanted to be. My eyes strayed from their target and the pavement
was out of view. The sky in focus, I stopped. The faint mist that fell delicately from the
clouds fell around us but we could not feel it. Had I not looked up, it wouldn't have
existed. You stopped with me. I felt your eyes penetrating my skin but I refused to look.
My stubbornness; my flaw. Words revived themselves and fell from your mouth as softly
as the floating mist. I watched you as you spoke but the words were not alive. The
words were routine. Again the words died and in the awkwardnes
open says m'amie"Open!" says m'amieopen says m'amie9 years ago in Open More Like This
and i do, marvelously
like lava from the old mountain
it all fountains out and around
and for once nobody drowns
my bowed ocean out
with their own meaty shower
so you smile so big that i unravel
my tight album sings in time
with your fine, tiny talons
and i'm watching you tear
my lies into telling
with wide, white eyes
like it's christmas
yes! see? i told you:
my fight is loud, but talentless
there's no crown hidden here
no underground lair of fearlessness
just some queer packaging
to trick the average fans
into handling their own shams
so i don't have to show them
why simply handing over is better than that
but you i want to know my whole solar system
even pluto, and that cute little kuiper belt
all the way back to the burning center
where tenderness lives
so i let loose my ballast
lose my balance, and still it's all right
because you've got your own light now
the sound outside it guides us inside
the shrine is tremendous
you can even see my voice
CrayonsLife is like a box of crayons.Crayons8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
At birth, you're given a great big box of them to share and add color to your life.
Some colors get used more than others.
Sometimes, a crayon gets broken. A Bright color gets snapped in half and tossed in the garbage can, never to be returned. Sometimes you keep coloring. Sometimes you can't. That color was important.
Sometimes a crayon is gained, shared between two people. That color might be just perfect, and works great! Other times it's a different shade, but it will make do.
But, there is always one color left in the box.
It's normally unused until death. It's used to frame the picture. To add the final border to the coloring board of life.
Some people use it. They color onto other's pictures with it. Sometimes their own.
They use it to scribble out portions of the picture. Sometimes the portion isn't that important.
Sometimes it is.
Sometimes there are multiple blacks in the box when you open it for the day.. Sometimes there's only one, or i
Sea of silhouettesWith blue eyesSea of silhouettes8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lost at sea.
It's so hard to find words that explain perfection
looking up at me.
Resting your head on my chest,
I start to confess,
"You're more precious then silver,
and as rare as gold."
Butterflies start to tear up my stomach
leaving me with urges that couldn't be controlled.
So we got closer where we could see eye to
asking ourselves if destiny was something we could deny.
In the silhouette of the blank tv screen
I tasted heaven and felt the clouds.
I've never felt this close to you,
not even in a dream.
you closer and I closed my eyes.
I finally reali
Loving and WantingI see her standing thereLoving and Wanting9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Away from everything she needs.
It hurts me enough
Just to see her cry.
If I could save her,
I know she would love me.
But if I break her apart
To achieve what I dream,
How will I be any better
Than those who she fears?
I need her more than I need me
What do I have to do to make her see?
What world is this that tears me?
And how will I ever begin to...breathe
Oh the hurt...Oh the pain...
I just need to see.
I just need to be everything that she wants.
If this world should die,
I would fly forever in her arms.
Please let me dream.