Sticks and StonesSticks and stonesSticks and Stones5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can break my bones,
But words can break my heart.
to love a dead thingto love you is to holdto love a dead thing5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a wall of brick;
to love you is to breathe
in air too thick.
to love you is to board
a moving train;
to love you is to kiss
the spaces between the rain.
to love you is to owe
a debt you cannot pay;
to love you is to wear
a black dress on a Sunday.
to love you is to miss
what hasn't happened yet;
to love you is to want
more time, and then less.
to love you is to watch
dusk turn into dawn;
to love you is to love
what is already gone.
to love you is to hum
a song you cannot sing;
to love you is to love
a dead thing.
Why Can't You Hear Me?Your heart is dead.Why Can't You Hear Me?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No it's not.
You're lying in a coffin.
What are you talking about?
My tears fall on your face.
They're cold on my skin.
I sob and walk away.
Please don't go.
My heart is broken.
Why can't you hear me?
The coffin is closed.
Wait, I'm still among you!
They lower you into the ground.
I'm not dead!
I never see you again.
I love you.
Craving KissesI can feel it you know, my deepest desire.Craving Kisses5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel your lips on mine, can still smell you in my mind.
I feel our hands intertwined, fingers lacing together.
I see your eyes, can imagine you standing next to me.
I long to hear words I've been waiting on for months,
Even just to hear your voice would be heaven.
And to be close to you would be bliss- no matter how long it lasted.
Silence is often loud- this silence between us is causing me to scream.
I long for you, I wish to see you.
I pray that soon I'll get to hear those fateful words.
I wonder if you too want all this, if I mean as much to you as you do to me.
But for now, I guess I'm stuck craving kisses . . .
mottoi love being used,motto7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
let down, ignored and laughed at.
it builds character.
p r o v e."Don't tell me you love me."p r o v e.5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
because...I need you to hold me tight.because...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tighter, than before.
I need you to shut the door on this world,
Because I'm fallen,
I'm not strong enough to take it anymore.
I need you to smooth away these pains.
Take them, far away.
I need you to warm me from the inside.
Because I'm so cold,
I can't feel the warmth of the sun of today.
I need you to tell me in whispers,
Whisper, your leaving me,
I need to you go so far from me,
Because I can't breathe with you here.
You like the drug I'm always wanting.
Your the drug,
I can never have...
The People We HateThe people who hurt us, do they feel like we do?The People We Hate7 years ago in Other More Like This
Do they feel ugly and worthless in their skin like we do?
When they ache are their thoughts a bruised purple-blue
or are their brains always full of those rainbow-esque hues?
Do they suffer with the things that we're going through?
Or are they always indifferent to the sanity unglued?
Those people we hate, can we feel their pain?
Do we know of their nail-biting sorrow and shame?
Are we driven to cruelty by cruelty they gave?
Or is rage bred within, in its own iron cage?
And why do we hate?- Because we're not the same?
Or simply because they're unwilling to change?
To Be a PunkRemove The Glitter from your FaceTo Be a Punk6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Replace it with a Smear of Dirt
Remember, it's not about Lace,
It's not about Hurt.
Self-Sufficient Survival In a Spined Shell
Necessary Denizens of a Self-Created, Wondrous Hell
Fire-Rust, Acid-Paint, Bleeding Beauty from the Hole-Punch Piercings
Metal, Flesh, Cloth, Scraped Knees and Brazen hearts.
It is not your Safety Pins, it is not your Skulls
It is not your Leather Glitzpunk Dolls
It's a Way.
It is an Awareness and a Bravery in its own Right.
It's not Glitz.
It's Embedded in Wit
The realization that Our Mortal Coil is a Malleable Thing
Push a needle through the skin, add another Ring.
It is not to be a Creature of Metal,
But to make your Body a mere Shell for a Soul
Painted, Inked, Needled, Clothed
To Reflect the Burning Awareness Within
And in This Way
A Single Person.
It is to Refrain from Becoming a Chalice,
Catching what the Cups of Leaders Overflow
Until skin softens and hair becomes
Snow white, inex
B r e a t h e.He sent me love through his soft kissesB r e a t h e.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that make the world seem alive again.
WishingPeople come,Wishing7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Throw a penny,
In it goes.
Not a care
Where it went,
Believing that penny
Was well spent.
Wishing all their
Now that pennys
Down the drain.
Praying that your
Wish comes true,
And he will
Fall in love with you.
How To Survive a Horror Movie1. If you're a blonde then you're dead-meat. In the movies blondes die first so maybe dye your hairHow To Survive a Horror Movie6 years ago in Horror More Like This
2. Never sleep with another person when a killer's on the loose, doing this will somehow get you killed (maybe they're pro-abstinence)
3. Killers usually show up at parties so don't throw one or go to one (they are apparently against having a good time)
4. Don't be high, because you'll have no clue what's going on and think you're on a bad trip
5. Don't be drunk, you'll be falling all over yourself and end up dead real quick
6. Never go anywhere alone. Separating from the group will get you killed easily
7. Don't wear high heels, they're just not slasher film friendly and you'll trip - instead, opt for the cute running shoes
8. Do not go investigate any strange noises, because don't you know it's the killer and you're falling into his trap?
9. If you're home alone and you know something's in the house then seriously get the hell out
10. If the killer is near you do n
Caught KnickersCaught KnickersCaught Knickers11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Walking up the stairs,
Tying some string in a knot,
Not knowing that in my skirt
My knickers had been caught.
I wondered why she had laughed,
Why he had stopped to stare,
But my mind was on other things
And so I did not care.
I stopped at my locker door
And opened it wide
Looking for a notebook,
A boy of a young age
Had been walking past,
He had turned to stare at me,
Hit the wall and landed on his ass.
Looking at him in awe,
I held out my hand to help
But he scurried away on all fours
With a very surprising yelp.
I stood where I was before
Wondering what I'd done
When my friend walked up and said
"Psst, I can see your bum."
I stared at her in shock
As she giggled like a child.
"Well, not your bum really
But it's your knickers you cannot hide."
I threw my hands to my rear
And ran to the loo,
Into the stall, shutting the door,
Trying to fix, to undo.
I managed to fix it all
But was still red with shame.
I knew that from here on out
The whole school would
ear to your chestyour inner child is speaking and wantsear to your chest7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ice cream by the gallon. it is playing
made-up, off-key drumbeats on its stomach,
playing until its fingers are sore with
skin and dust, belly-button lint and
dreams. it does not want to be an astronaut,
a fireman, or a police officer: it wants to
be a food taster, a librarian, a
smoke-maker and a diamond-cutter. it
wants to bleed, beautifully, and it wants
to never feel pain for the rest
of its life.
(please. please, never let
it hurt, ache, wince. keep it safe,
toying with your h
you..Your arms slip around meyou..7 years ago in Other More Like This
My cheeks warm up
You whisper in my ear
Of course, all the things I want to hear
My heart beats faster
Wanting to say something,
opening my mouth to do so
you put a finger up to my lips
"Shh" You say.
Unable to say anything back
Then you say you have to leave
You tell me goodbye
with a kiss on my cheek.
I now stand there alone.
with nothing to do.
So I settle with thinkning about you.
10 Reasons To Date a Lifeguard10 Reasons To Date a Lifeguard12 years ago in Humor More Like This
10* Our uniforms are skimpy
9* Our Motto is \'Go in Hard, Come out Wet\'
8* We know how to get your blood pumping
7* Two of us can work on you at once
6* We all are experts at mouth-to-mouth
5* We know all the ways to stroke
4* We\'re always ready to blow
3* We like Front Drive or Rear Huggy
2* We know when to straddle you and thrust
1* We wont stop until the paramedics need to take you
My world.My back has been stabbed so many times beforeMy world.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There´s scars over and under my skin
You´re not the first to take my hand and promise
And oh god I wanted to breathe you in
But I can't allow myself a such simple joy
as being in a safe and warm place
And the reason I´m running away is because
I don´t want to end up in a timeless maze
But I want you to stop me and fight for my heart
Even if I deny on and on
I´m too carefull and paranoid from past
that I´m not entirely sure I´m not gone
So find me and hold me and keep me warm
I´m tired of this cold and sickening heart
I´d like to rip it out and burn it up
But I´m afraid it´s already too dark
Everyone's a sinnerPointing fingers, accusationsEveryone's a sinner6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Adoration spawns aggravation
There's a vaccination
For your irritations
The greatest sin
Is claiming virtue
Will come to hurt you
Cause everyone's guilty
In my eyes
They all just need to realize
Just what they've done
Just what they've done
Look at what you've done
YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE
DON'T SING THE SONG OF HATE
CAUSE I JUST MIGHT SING ALONG
Every chorus, every note
A spiteful little anecdote
You won't be laughing
With a knife at your throat
apples, dammitThe Big Secret to Learning How to Draw:apples, dammit7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
In the Beginning... You see an apple, and you draw an apple. You look at your drawing, and it's utter crap. It looks nothing like the real thing, and you wonder why. "Hey, a real apple is red and round. My drawing is red and round. Huh. What's wrong?"
You draw some more apples. Many times.
And finally, one day, you have a Eureka! moment. You realize, *d'oh!* a real apple isn't entirely round! It's wider at the top, narrower underneath. It's got funky little lumps at the bottom. It's got a dip like a crazy deep belly button at the very top. You draw another apple. The result is better, but it's still crap. Much nicer crap than before, but still.... Hmm.
You draw more apples. Repeat.
Another day of drawing, another Eureka! moment. Hello! The red isn't really red. This particular apple is slightly darker than true red. And it's got some tiny tan spots on it. And at the top, the red turns into a pale green color near the stem. You draw an apple once
Lolita ComplexI curse myself for what I've done and what I'm doing. She is too young, I know that. She is unspoiled, still a beautiful flower in bloom. I don't want to take away what means most to herher life. If I take that way, will she truly forgive me? I doubt so.Lolita Complex8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I watch her everyday as she goes to school, so pretty in her middle school outfit. I wait for her afterwards, wait for her to skip to the corner, to find me. It makes me sick, knowing that our love, our bond is wrong. More so, it makes me sick to know that I can't do anything. The least I could do for her would be to wait, but even that I will not be able to accomplish. She tells me to wait, she tells me that after middle school she'll come. I tell her no, that I either have to have her now, or I have to have her after she is an adult. She is quiet afterwards, thoughtful.
Her parents do not know of our bond. I am solely her friend, her friend who goes to the near-by college and is the older brother of her friend.
Miss SomethingI don't miss you.Miss Something6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I miss the way you looked at me.
The way our eyes locked,
And sent chills through my body.
I miss the way I knew nothing.
Nothing but love.
I miss everything I saw in you.
What I thought was the truth.
I miss the way your fingertips felt on my cheek.
The way your kiss,
Completely destroyed every thought I had.
No, I don't miss you.
I miss the way I believed you loved me..
TwilightI'm feeling the pain of loving youTwilight7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pang of hurting you.
Is love supposed to be this way
Knowing inside there's a price to pay.
You and I are different
You're from night and I from day
And the fact pulls us away.
Even if I love you
No matter what you are
You know no matter what I do
We're only loving from afar.
I know I'm being selfish
For begging you to stay
Knowing its hard for you to resist
The blood that makes you pay.
I know you're scared of hurting
The one you love the most.
But you know inside I'm wishing
Wanting to pay the cost.
And each time you try to go
I take your hand in mine,
You look me in my eye
And you know you have to try,
To make it work, to stop saying goodbye.
DrugNo needles touch skin,Drug4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nor any pills,
or even inhaled.
they remain away,
away from this harsh Earth.
They stare out windows
seeing things that aren't there
talking to myths and legends.
So far, far away
then we ever
could even think.
Thoughts on paper,
images scrawled down
in hasty markings.
Things said and drawn
that never have been before.
How do they keep going
without being grounded
to this dark Earth.
Yet they are here,
more than we ever think
seeing things that others never can.
They are writers and artists
using something that we have forgotten
seeing and hearing
with their imagination.
carpet burnyou were ink on flesh. like salt and broken fingers, like corrugated ironcarpet burn6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
and shattered hopes pressed between burnt ribs that compressed your
heart like the glacier it was.
i always liked the cold though. and you, well you were no different.
i was carpet burns on knuckles, and paranoia swept with dreams and
misguided flesh against a purging shiver of bones.
i was hope in chipped black nail polish. and a secret locked in my
shoulder blade where impossible was only a word.
you were there; you were always there sitting with your
disapproving gazes and your teeth clenched lips, with your fingers
locked in a snarling grip. and your head tilted to the side.
but your eyes always screamed a different story than your twisted
tongue. tales of broken paperdolls with hair of gold. of tandem blinks
and puddles of dried blood and grease and grime. of lust.
you said normal people didnt have happy endings. but you werent
normal. i was. but i can pretend too.
i played conn