It's Not RealIt's Not Real
The small boy stood, staring at the grave. Tears ran down his face. It wasn't right, it just wasn't. Nothing was ever right for him. His blonde hair was ruffled by the wind, and he looked up to the sky, caught in his memories. This shouldn't have happened. His entire life he barely even existed. It was all he remembered. He had no friends, everyone around him though he was strange. He barely knew his father. He had been forced to leave the boy's mother long ago. His mother had shown him only false love, pretending that she had cared about him, but always he knew that she didn't really feel it. She couldn't even if she wanted to. She just continued to pretend. It had hurt so much knowing that she wasn't able. So the boy continued to live without it. Then one day, She came along. She stayed with him, and she did something that seemed impossible. She loved him. She loved him and the boy couldn't understand. He had spent so long being hated and despised. Neglected and unloved
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friend while my innocence
is mine, you have your
lies and i have my life.
which do you
honestly think will
we spend weekends at
bars and weekdays on
the roof of your parents
no one lives here
now so it's the
perfect place for
you to have sex with
strangers and get drunk.
i'm alive, i'm alive.
you're only dreaming.
i spend weekends walking
down the street where the
bar used to be, and i spend
weekdays working like
you still think you're
going somewhere, and your band
is going to make it
someday we'll all be
dead all you will be
no where. no one will
remember you because
no one knows you, no
one loves you.
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the elixir, the city
shrill under my skin.
wishesshe fell into a snowbank one afternoon while walking home from school.wishes6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
they found her when spring melted the ice, clawing the cold off her cheeks but kindly leaving the frost clinging to her lashes.
the man who dug her out swore he heard her speak:
i didn't mean to. i swear, i didn't mea -
and then she was snatched away by the wind
and it didn't give her back.
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i went up to him when we were still complete strangers; he was just this boy with eyes the color of the sky on a clear day, and i was some random girl that just happened to be in the same room as him. he didn't look at me until i was standing right in front of him.
"i love you," i said quickly, once we made eye contact.
"i love you, too," he said without pausing.
he gave me unusual gifts.
a box of matches, a ziploc baggie filled with colorful sprinkles, a dead goldfish, and three ice cubes. (actually it was just a glass of water but he told me the ice cubes melted before he got to my house).
"what do they mean?"
he hestitated before answering. "they mean i love you, just in a different language."
he never used the word blue.
instead it was azure or teal or turquoise or indigo. he said that they were prettier words and they only had one meaning. blue could mean sad, but people never said that they were feeling especially azure today.
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and never noticed you were missing
(it's like losing teeth;
your tongue slips through the gap
and you feel an ache
attributed only to the empty space,
the holes remain forgotten.
one bowl of honey grahams
(your favorite kind.
your middle name),
twelve sprinklings of promises
(meant to get me over you.
meant to make you leave),
and a river of milk later
and my socks were sliding randomly.
we danced here many times,
your hands around my waist
as i tried my best not to drown in your lies.
mom tried fitting in,
pretending she didn't see you
with your palm pressed to my thigh
(she stopped pretending you existed in her world
decades before i admitted i knew why).
she twirled in orphaned circles
as i laughed
and did my best not to notice
that you ignored her just as thoroughly.
it just wasn't meant to be,
i tell myself,
and i know that i'm not lying.
(i just can't think
that i could make such a huge mis
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SupermoonI sit here, quietly battling my demons over a cup of tea,Supermoon5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you at the other end, receiving my transmissions.
We talk, or I do tonight, because I have things to say, mindless things
like how my hair breaks, the random coldness of spring, what I said to this and that and nobody,
how I have a black hole for a heart.
You listen. You disregard the fluff. You reply at the right moment, every time.
We've danced this one before, after all.
Outside, not far from my window, a guy is shot in the head. He dies.
I take a sip of tea, tell you more about my problems. They fill my mind entirely.
His body lies immobile, more shots are fired, two others are hit. A black car disappears into the night.
I tell you something about how I can't get my relationships to work. This seems important.
They find the car in flames some miles away. The killer ghosts have vanished.
You tell me to sleep. It is a full Moon lunar perigee. None of us are superstitious.
The night is impenetrable, dark, claustrophobic. I reme
Dirty HandsWhen you found me I had dirty handsDirty Hands5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And for awhile, I let everyone believe I could clean them myself,
But wiping dirty hands on your jeans really doesn't work.
When you found me
I had bruises on my body;
Metaphorical ones on every part of me that another man had touched.
I let everyone believe,
that the bruises were merely from stumbling in the street,
and I would be just fine.
But when you found me,
You saw the stains on my jeans and still dirty hands
You saw my bruises and knew I wasn't "just fine".
When you found me,
I had dirty hands,
but you took me up like a child and held me at the sink
and as you scrubbed my fingers and palms
I watched the dirty water disappear down the drain.
You took my jeans and cleaned them as best as you could,
I catch you scrubbing at those still,
trying to make sure you get every last imperfection out.
But in all your efforts to clean me,
some of my dirt rubbed off on you,
and I try my best to brush it away,
but I feel like I o
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the stars around me, dancing too.
but that was when I was young&pure.
that was when I was
Innocence is bliss
so I try my best to forget.
I used to dance on the moon.
(but then again )
he used to
L O V E
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you smeared lipstick on the kitchen floor
the day you packed your bags,
a goodbye written in cold cherry
signed by your nimble hands.
i remember looking at empty cupboards
trying to find a trace of you...
but there was nothing left.
a strand of bleach-blonde hair stuck in the sheets
and thumbtacks in frozen-plaster walls
were all you forgot to take along.
every night that week,
you starred within my dreams,
dead eyes the shade of sapphire
twinkling beneath the surface of my guilty resolve.
i wonder if i loved you enough
to keep you satisfied,
but the angry crack across the mirror
screams all the things you never could.
i always woke up suddenly,
face pinched into a grimace,
mouth bitter with remorse.
you were laughing,
wrapped up in someone else's arms.
the image hurt.
i clung to every memory
as if i was bound to lose my way.
the dust on empty clothes hangers
reminded me i had a lot to learn.
and i kept your voice upon the answering machine
even though you never ca
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stained with starlight and
last breaths. rise and fall,
heave ho, we're
drowning overboard, dancing
in our death, winged
through the concept
applique poetry on a fallen eyelash,
wish for the return of the
lethargy that follows
the splitting of a heart-filled word.
china doll, crack in two, we
are dying in five dimensions for you.
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Title: On Monday
Six Bullets: One was for himself.