peppermint kisseslate at night,peppermint kisses6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you're fast awake, yet dreaming,
i lay silently.
weaving secret smiles of relaxed memories,
of times that have
passed us by;
of the tickling-touches
that embraced ice-cold skin,
of the chain-lace arms
that wound in safety,
and of breathless lungs echoing
heartbeats, shrouded within an empty cavity.
yet, finding surprises with each return
and painfully regretting
that your face has
untimely faded in my mind.
memories of our sweet-peppermint kisses
outside, in that arctic snow-storm;
way back when we thought kissing
through bitter winter air
would mean that we'd
like a tongue to an ice cube,
or hands wedged through too-tight bars,
or the snow that we thought'd
and, when i only ever cried
once a snowflake'd drenched my skin
and traced my cheekbone, mocking
my stationary stale tears,
falling back to the clouds when
your blazing coal-fire eyes
with my lilly-white wrapping smouldering,
This.This world is filled with questions.This.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
We ask each other, when we first meet: What do you do for a living? Whos your favorite author? Whats your favorite color?
And were left still, with the emptiness of I dont know you.
We forget to ask the questions that really mean something, and we forget how to speak in intimate I know you ways of sisters and brothers and friends forever. We forget to ask about why you turned your eyes away, or what do you dream of? Not, where do you want to go in life? But what do you dream.
We forget to remember.
The details, just the little details,
and eventually we forget the outline of a person we never quite managed to fill in all the way, leaving scattered bits and pieces of pigment and color across a canvas that was never finished.
We forget how to answer. We often dont know what to say when the right question comes along, and that right moment passes us by, and we
such an assso today i met a little boy with no arms. none at all.such an ass4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i introduced myself to him. i told him my name. i stuck out my hand to shake, only to withdraw it, chuckling. i watched him scowl.
god, i'm such an ass.
i took his picture, told him to take it from me. i watched his jaws like a shark undulate and snap til the polaroid was between his teeth. i felt like a seal in those sharp bicuspids.
i torment handicapped children to get my kicks because no woman would love this monster.
i wanted to see what he'd be like when he got older. i wanted to see how he'd hold his cock for pissing or fucking. i wanted to see what his text messages would look like, i was jonesing for a glimpse of his writing. his print, cursive, arabic. i didn't fucking care, i just wanted it.
god, i'm such an ass.
"mister," he started, a look beyond his years tainting his eyes. "
love, and other natural disastersacres of barely concealed tragedylove, and other natural disasters2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are sprawled along the vacant beach,
spreadeagled like a group of starfish or
a colony of dead Vitruvian men.
hair becomes whip-like in wind
as shorelines burst onto squeals of water,
each one a hideous screech
from gaping jaws, a cry that echoes
for hours while stars tick-tock overhead.
i could swallow entire mouthfuls
of the pale sun, feel them explode
like lightning strokes in my aching belly
and still think like a deserted seashore -
the only signs of life
ruffled seagulls picking at dry oyster shells.
the earth is a sphere and the coast
is a box of empty prayers
held together by a couple loose ends
of fishing wire
sharp enough to slit throats.
Seven Years Ago We Were Made of Different CellsI only wrote one poem about youSeven Years Ago We Were Made of Different Cells2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One about how I couldn’t
Every single poem I’ve written since
Bar maybe one or two
Was written about the one
I replaced you with
confessions of lostwithoutyou.i'm not a liar. but i never told you that you always looked best in black. i liked how your skin would fade to a paler shade of perfection and your perfect teeth would glint a little brighter. and i could pretend for an evening that you were my black and white dream come true. and with you there would be no shades of inbetweens and no grays for us to get lost in. i never told you but it's true.confessions of lostwithoutyou.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i was never able to tell you, but i hate the way you cook your 'specialty' eggs. you always laughed over your shoulder and told me that they are the best food ill ever eat, that i was blessed to get the chance to taste them melting on my tongue. but frankly, you used too much pepper and the wrong cheese and i always spit them in my napkin when you turned away. i always told you that they were my favorite food, but i dont even actually like eggs.
i could never say this, but i can't stand the way you click your tongue against your perfect teeth when you're nerv
091013I try to paint a portrait of you and I remembered that I can't even hold your heart correctly.0910132 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My tears kept messing up my stroke, too much water combined with the paint. The picture looks fading like you faded from me. Clearly, I'm not much of a great artist like I am as a lover.
i want to touch the skywe went downhill fasti want to touch the sky7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i told you at least once a month
once a week, maybe twice
how i loved sunflowers
and how i thought roses were overrated
(too many metaphors for things like love and shakespeare)
those are something else
they grow and grow and grow
untill they are too big for their own stems
they try to touch the sky
like they just know
they were meant to be bigger
than the universe planned
i respect that type of ambition in a flower
you didnt understand
why i wanted you to bring me one
when i grew them in my front yard
it's just different
(i was trying to help you)
now it's autumn
and my garden is all but dead
and you are all but gone
i still never got my sunflower
but i keep those two dead red roses
pressed in an old biology textbook
maybe they will learn something
about the human heart
that you just never understood.
lie to me(when the sky fallslie to me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm not gonna
your breath is the crashing
of waves against the shore
and you've broken
my pillars of sand.
the shore's dissolving slowly into mud
and the hissing white foam
that sprays across grey beaches,
the salt spray eats up the tiny little fragments of my smile,
then shoots up into the sky (like the star i never was).
(because when the clouds roar
and it starts raining dreams,
i will start running
and i will leave this all
there's a leak in my heart.i want to be naked in a room with you and only touch your face.there's a leak in my heart.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to marvel at the pain in your eyes and the choke in your voice, asking me to please, please, don't fade away. your eyelashes become black smoke and i mumble something about falling down.
so desperately do i want to close my eyes, to curl up in a ball and make my life an instrumental. but clinging onto the strings of my soul is a hand formed by thousands of i love yous, and countless feelings of inadequacy. i am not enough for you, and you are not enough for me. there will never be enough in this world for us. we are the disappointed. we are the ones that love with more than just our hearts.
lyrics form from the saliva in my mouth, and i sing them to you without a second thought. i am ashamed of the crack in my voice but you pretend not to even notice, and i squeeze your hand, hoping beyond hope that the calendar has made a terrible, terrible mistake.
i long to fulfill our wild and shadowed dreams, but bursts of gree
hearts and stars and ink.my walls are covered in leaves and faces and sticky notes and paint. paint like the sky, paint like the bright blue water in the shallows at the beach that day. my floors are covered in clothes and books and paper and shoes. shoes that are muddy. shoes that have walked and walked and made it home.hearts and stars and ink.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and im painting the walls with sticky notes covered in your words because theyre prettier than any wallpaper ever could be. i tell myself every night that you hide in those words, whispering to me while i sleep and that makes everything better again. you make everything better again.
if drawing your face on my wardrobe in highlighters seemed like a good enough way to show you that i love you, id spend hours with the yellow and pink and green and blue, trying to mix them in the perfect way so that the light shone off your highlighter hair and twinkled in your highlighter eyes. and then id pretend that those highlighter eyes were twinkling for me.
my hands are covered in
before things broke.She was beautiful, once.before things broke.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But that was before.
Before, she would play in the river with her daughter. At winter, it would snow, but nothing would freeze over. She wondered how, and her daughter would laugh and say, its because I asked for this.
Daddy left them a long time ago. He left for work and she said, Ill see you later, honey. He just said, yeah. Yeah, sure.
He didnt come back.
That was December. Its May, now, and she still misses him but her daughter doesnt. April says he was mean to her, she didnt really know him, he never really cared. Why should she care if hes gone? He was no good to you, Mommy, he really wasnt, she says.
She remembers those times as the good times, though, and nothing April says will change that.
She remembers how shed get snowflakes in her hair. She was healthy to go outside back then. April says it doesnt matter, it never snows in May anyway.
She remembers she had long
cut grassyou forgot whycut grass6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the clouds are beautiful,
why the folds of your hands
could pull stories from your
a lawnmower hums over
your words. all
you know is broken stems
even the wind dropped.
you say to yourself
next year, we will
be drowning to our knees
in smell, in colors,
in sky-soaked grass
because of this sound.
feel like flying.i used tofeel like flying.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
look at the pretty
how it felt to fly
it was only
10. distraction"i don't ever want to go home," she says.10. distraction6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"ah, but my dear, home is where the heart is," he replies.
"not in my case."
"is that so?"
"home is nothing but a distraction."
"for the easily distracted."
"i'm assuming you mean me."
"no one else is quite like you, after all."
"i suppose so."
"well, if your heart is not at home, where is it?"
"wherever you've decided to keep it."
"what are you implying?"
"my heart belongs to you."
"how can you know that i won't break it?"
"so that means you're taking an unnecessary risk."
"it means i trust you."
"you don't know that i'm trustworthy."
"i'll just have to go by my own judgment then."
"that means you'll have to trust yourself as well."
"i think i can handle it, thank you."
"you're quite welcome."
"your smart mouth is going to put you in a bad place one of these days."
"until then, you'll have to deal with me on your own."
"maybe i'll get annoyed and leave you."
"you're too attached to le
a family portraiti.a family portrait2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my father is an electric guitar.
he spends most of his time displayed on the wall,
shining when the light hits him just so,
hovering in the perfect spot.
he is not new, but neither is he old--
used so rarely, he would gather dust
if he were not kept so pristine.
the only music i’ve ever heard him play is
read off a page of inky black notes,
perfectly following the italicized instructions,
i never understood the words,
but they nestled in my psyche anyway.
i always thought he would be better if the instructions
were tossed away
and he was played instead of displayed,
his strings singing the wordless tune
of a mouth that knew what it would say
if it only had a voice.
my mother is a little black book,
filled cover to cover with tiny, illegible handwriting.
there are notes scribbled in her margins,
lists of wishes both practical and fantastic placed in columns,
some crossed off, some forever untouched.
she has handm
good mornings.these days, there are skinsgood mornings.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to wrap your lips around,
and chai to lace with yellows
of a nine a.m. lemon.
there are papers to smoke,
water to steam,
and a fresh-squeezed sun
to flavor the figures
of each hazy whistle.
her.she is one hundred percent alone, minus him.her.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
she has milk white skin, and jagged bones. her eyes are pale and soft, and could make you surrender under her breath (and they will.)
every night she goes to sleep with a man who touches her, and she feels sick. and she wishes he'd just leave the hair in her face.
(because it's easier to hide tears that way.)
she dreams at night.
her milky skin is spilling over unfamiliar fingers. the freckles on her back match the ones in his eyes, and she feels safe. she offers him her heart, and he closes it into a box.
(she wakes up feeling ninety nine percent alone.)
she's in a nightmare
do not be minei can ruin the people i care most about,do not be mine6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i love you so run away.
i haven't named thisi’m eighteen and you’re eleveni haven't named this2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and there’s not a chance
in your small world
you’d ever doubt a word i said
and then you’re eighteen
and i’m twenty-five
and i know for sure now
how little i knew then
and you’re too quick to tell me
how little i know now
and it pains me to know
that i know enough to know
that you know so much less.
if you're not first...1.if you're not first...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
girl #2, meet girl #3.
shes beautiful, charming, and witty:
everything a girl should be.
oh, and one other thing:
shes an exact replica of girl #1.
(girl #2 is agonizingly aware of this small fact,
but BOY, of course, would never admit to it.)
mirror, mirror, on the wall
whos the fairest one of all?
ah yes, girl #1.
the perfect girl.
the unattainable girl.
(girl #2 has wasted too much time
waiting for girl #1s nose to grow,
that humanity isnt all it seems.
but the case was dismissed
when the Defense never showed up.)
girl #3 is proof that
girl #2 never had even a chance.
like a child wishing on a star,
girl #2 was only
a pleasant idea
a lackluster experiment
a wish swallowed by Reality.
(girl #2 thinks Reality
should come with a disclaimer.)
2 is not such a bad number, girl #2 thinks.
2 is unique.
2 can stand alone.
2s silhouette is half of
i sometimes think.my face is a little like myi sometimes think.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
heart, beautiful pieces that
add up to an ugly whole
i.i ami.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on its side.
the extra stripe
of the rainbow.
you don't send.
the sour taste buds
on your tongue.
for one life.
and one teardrop.
technology in your room.
i take my breaths from newborn babies.
i sleep on speeding trucks.
i drink the blood of shadowed gamblers
who owe you twenty bucks.
i eat the fallen eyelashes on your face
so your wishes don't come true.
i take shelter between your huddled bodies
so she won't feel close to you.
i am doubt.
KairosIf I had to chose betweenKairos2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
living solely in
the moment before you arrive
or the moment before you leave
I’d pick the former every time
Despite being void of you
It holds all the hope of you
the want of you
the promise of you.
The moment before you leave
holds as much as
the top of an hourglass.