lie to me(when the sky fallslie to me5 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
cut grassyou forgot whycut grass5 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.
a family portraiti.a family portrait1 year 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
it's raining in our hearts.four months ago, the weather was warm but the sky was dark except for little glowing drops of light that sliced through the darkness and pounded on your cracked windshield. the wipers were screaming back and forth cutting the comfortable silence we sunk into. your knuckles were white on the steering wheel as if the bones were begging to get out and i swear, i could hear your heart beating from my seat eighteen inches away. your eyes kept straying from the road to my face as i stared decidedly out the window watching the storm build and calm in the reflection of my eyes as the sky poured color infused water droplets on us. i wanted to pretend like this wasnt the most beautiful thing id ever seen since that would never count for anything. i wanted to pretend like this wasnt perfect since that tends to be so short-lived. but it was beautiful and perfect as you parted your lips and let your heart sing. it was raining outside when you said you loved me.it's raining in our hearts.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
a week a
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.
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
woodsevergreen spots uswoods6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
collapsed in some
and soon begins
feel like flying.i used tofeel like flying.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
look at the pretty
how it felt to fly
it was only
i said your eyes were black.i.i said your eyes were black.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your goodbyes over the phone
hurt my ear and it reminds me of getting
my ears pierced even though i
darling boy, i have nonexistent
holes in me.
i have stars but no moon. there's no
point for stars with no moon,
and we spent the night eating smarties
until we couldn't feel our tongues,
watching bad horror films in different
languages. no matter how
we pressed our numb taste buds
to each other's the feeling never came back.
your car is the embodiment of you; small, compact and gray.
you have the skeleton of a bat hanging on
your rear-view and a scabbed tattoo on
your stomach and this summer, you're going to
i'll miss you but i have two strips of black tape over my lips.
instead of an 'x', they make a 'y'.
sometimes under sunlight your car looks more blue
than gray, but today the sky was cloudy.
i talk a lot about plot but my life is missing one.
the word 'unhealthy' makes me think of your eyes and
white powder in a sewer drain. your pinky
making lovei just want to make love.making love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i don't want to feel it, i just want to do it.
i don't want to just say i've done it,
i don't want to say i haven't either.
i just want to be filled with love and nothing
and see you smile like you're relieved
because i think that's all love is,
feeling relief that you're not alone anymore,
you have someone by your side
to be lonely with
to not feel with
and watch the sky
change from midnight to dawn.
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.
KairosIf I had to chose betweenKairos1 year 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.
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
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,
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
afterglowsometime during love you search for a light but find your picture insteadafterglow6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just a thin sheet of gloss where the bulb should be,
telling why in the sticky blue dark i kiss you like it's the sun in my eyes.
i haven't named thisi’m eighteen and you’re eleveni haven't named this1 year 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.
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
iron man.he sits a shoulder bent against the light, splitiron man.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the new york skyline and i forget he is man,
sighing only drunken naked words
when i'm looking for, maybe,
a pigeon on the cusp of his lips
or a spool of smoke on his whiskers.
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
1.36tell me -1.361 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
at what point did you stop meaning it
when you said that you loved me?
and where did you wish you really were
on those nights you couldn't sleep?
what was it, really,
when your eyes glazed over
and you looked like you
had forgotten your own name?
between those moments
of wanting everything
what was it,
and what did you think would happen
when you placed a painting
over a hole in the wall?
the colours are pretty
but the wind is cold
and i'm tired of chasing, and
loving what cannot be loved
i've taken a page out the book
you wrote with my blood,
i've given up too
tell me -
what does that mean?