hello, love.hello, love.hello, love.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there will be days that it feels like this.
please know that you are not worthless.
please know that you are not alone.
please know that you are loved.
it gets better.
it will be okay.
that does not mean every day will be easy, but that reminds you that you are alive:
the ache in your chest is just a ghost of the miracles of your lungs, your heart, your veins, your bones, and - perhaps especially - your mind.
you are alive.
never forget that.
never lose sight of that.
never give that precious gift away.
you have a story to tell and people to love.
let that help you breathe.
sanctify?hello, let's glorify.sanctify?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fishnets and lace draped
deathly pale skin be
-cause that's just so
don't show the tears, don't
show her crying. (it has to be a her;
girls are fragile. gorgeously so.) just
let us see how her thick black
scalding her hollow cheeks in
li[n]es perpendicular to her
don't make us feel
her pain. we don't want to
for her. but do, oh by all
means do show
it to us. we want to see her,
hello, let's beautify.
picture this baby. snap
those delicate wrists, thin
as fuck, green-blue veins peeking
layers of skin. grass-green, sky-green,
[scars all around.]
her [through the] chest, bony
breasts. ((ignore the sag. mal
-nutrition would do that to
too.)) she's bent over the toilet
bowl (extra points for ambiguity),
sure it's somewhat repulsive if you consider
the taste of vomit in her lipstick-lined
mouth. but that's the trick,
Helpful HintsOkay, so I self injure, if that news to you, then man, you haven't been paying attention to my stuff at all, have you? I hope I didn't just ruin your day, but if I did, well, get over it cause I'm here posting this to help people. I cut and enjoy cutting, but I know its wrong and its a terrible coping method, so I've done a few other things to escape from hurting myself. Not all of them worked for me, but they might work for a fellow self injurer.Helpful Hints5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Okay, and now to the list that will probably be updated when I find more things.
1. Ice Cube
Taken an ice cube and place it right on your wrist, right on top of a vein and press down hard. Hold it there as long as you can and continue doing so until the feeling to self injure is gone. I'm not going to lie, it hurts like hell, but it does help.
2. Rubber Band
Wear a rubber band around your wrist and snap it back every time you want to self injure Try not to do it so hard that you bruise, bt even if you do, its okay. Better a bruise then a scar
an ode...your body, seeming to be made of morean ode...4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
than electric veins and hollow bones, sings
to me of home and of the distant shore,
of tears, of grace, of winters and of springs.
in the darkness you shine, you glow, you blind
these thoughts of shadows and the voices of
this inconsistent, discontented mind.
you speak only a language that i love,
a language i can comprehend, unlike
these little paper people all around,
speaking the paper words too much alike -
these paper people bound to paper ground.
leaving this world to its decaying art,
i fall into the rhythm of your heart.
CirclesI saw a fish in the sky todayCircles5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it was trying to eat its own tail
and the emerald leaves rustled against the saphire dome
Darkly bright, brilliantly blue
all reflected below
in liquid pools
puddles in the brown
water gathering, tan with mud below
perfectly reflecting aetherial azure above
and rustling leaves,
and a fish in the clouds
trying to eat its own tail.
Oroborus circles himself
slowly stripping his flesh
gradually circling in towards death
spiraling in to his demise
as he uses up what he has
hoarding those limited supplies
resources trapped in a circle
neither created nor destroyed
nutrients recycled in a circle
A round equilibrium
God's got the world on a string
a circle wrapped tight 'round His finger
with strands of such short, fixed length
limited things, limited strings,
not enough to go 'round
a loaf of bread and an entire village
someone has to go hungry
someone has ta have less
someone hasta die.
a black circle, you won the Game
(i just lost by the way
because we won't wake up.it's a messed up world of messed up people, and this is how we live and die.because we won't wake up.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
it's been exactly two-hundred ninety one days since he last drew the blade across his arms like the bow of a demon's violin, and it gets harder every day. he still breaks and he still falls and he can still be found on the floor at two in the morning, talking to himself and screaming at voices that no one else hears.
(but at least his scars have faded.)
she starves herself and vomits air because no one tells her she's strong enough and pretty enough and good enough to be alive.
he tells himself he is going to hell one day, and he is scared to death. but he doesn't pray because he's afraid Heaven would be ashamed to claim him as Its own.
she doesn't believe in God.
and they live.
he pretends his eyes aren't lifeless, and she pretends she is not empty.
(no one else really knows the difference anyway.)
he pretends that he'll wake up one day and it won't hurt quite as much, and she pretends that there's no such th
stockholm syndrome.(sometimes i wonder if i'll ever let go,stockholm syndrome.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
even though i already know.)
and i realized today just how much i know and
just how much you poison every breath i take
and it just doesnt make sense.
why do thoughts of you run through my mind like blood in my veins
just when i think youre finally gone for good?
oh God, why,
do i almost want things back to the way they were,
if only to
kill the pain and
erase the thoughts and
drown the poison and
reconnect from the fallout
that tore it all apart?
this is what i wanted.
i swear this is what i wanted.
but tonight you haunt me.
tonight these words, these echoes, wont let go.
so i trace my fingers across the sand
and i begin to list everything that reminds me of you.
purple. your favorite color was purple. you made it my own, and i held on to that piece of you longer than any other.
(and even now i wonder why it belonged the two people i was closest to in this world, too.)
you always loved cats, and you love
hello, stranger.when i find you,hello, stranger.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i will know you
by your sunken heart
and sunburst eyes.
i will know you
by the way your bones
writhe beneath your skin
when you speak your fragile words
i will know you
by your chaotic mind
and emotional ocean tide.
i will know you
by the way your fingertips
forget to remember
what it means
and on the rainest of days,
i will call your name
and we will fall together
into your purple-river veins.
and i will show you
that your stormy-night misery
was never worth the pain
and your october leaves
were never meant to change.
and when i find you,
i will know you,
we are one.
Wishful thinkingI wantedWishful thinking5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To live without hiding all the time
Who I really am
What I do to deal with things
Not to be treated like shit
For being different
Not to be stigmatized as a crazy person
For seeing the world in a way the most people don't
Not to be judged
Everytime someone sees my scars
To have someone
Who accepts me for who I am
(Damaged and flawed)
Who accepts me with my scars, old and new
So I wouldn't have to carry such a heavy weight on my shoulders
So I would finally breath
But that's just wishful thinking
philosophy.and i'm thinking it's timephilosophy.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to open our eyes.
this world is not war,
this world is a fear of love
that kills us inside
and leaves us to decide
that we'd rather watch them die
than look into their eyes
and we're alive
StorytellingIn shadows and mist they wait,Storytelling8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eyes glowing ravenous; the
teethandclaws that chased little Red,
consumed her bit by bite.
Now, in the margins of our silver-littered streets
we singshape myths all our own
of candied lips and darkened roads
I am waiting to devour you.
(You taste like open sky and orange peels,
like smoke, sea-saturated and cinnamon strained)
Light is muted here while sound scatters,
conversations scraped between quartz and kelp
with never a pause for me to reply.
You, you just laugh, peeling
the skin from my face
watching it harden like papier-mâché
before discarding yet another mask of mine,
humming as it melts into the violet tide.
Broken by vibrations from
your patched guitar,
I slowly untangle
as your hands continue
to smooth me in knots.
TransatlanticismI feel I am dreaming with the way your lips curve upward from behind frowning eyes, with the way your skin brushes warmly against mine, tomorrow I will not wake. I am drunk with the beat beat beating of your pulse and the way it melts into mine, and while I swim through the lullabies of your too soft voice I will struggle to keep from falling, because you are pulling me into waters too deep for me to resurface. Maybe I won't want to.Transatlanticism5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You breathe light, like clouds lingering sweetly in the air while you watch patiently as I pluck stars from the Milky Way to match the ones in your eyes. I will lock them away in a glass jar and make them shine for me the way your eyes do, then I will lock the secret smile you will give me in my heart because I know I may never see it again.
There are too many things to say, too many tangled truths. You are close, but not nearly enough as you stand a hair's breadth out of reach. We are spelled by the magic of sleepless nights while
i am the trigger.i'm sick of beingi am the trigger.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a hardwired heartbeat
when you're already
healing your scars.
(i just need
to be loved like you.)
but i am the trigger
that sets you on fire
and erases the stars
from your satin sky.
so you find your faith
in phantom hurricanes
and seal it shut
with alien melodies,
and you bury yourself
seventeen feet under
with the bones and the ashes
of who i used to be.
kaleidoscope.Even though it is said that the human eye can see about 16.8 million different colors, we're all pretty much color blind in the end.kaleidoscope.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Today, I am blue, and you are red; today the fear begins again.
The sky is a milky white and your eyes are an empty grey, but you somehow still manage a smile: this is the first thing I notice. The second is that your shoes are untied, then that your gaze seems unfocused, then that your hair is a disaster, then that your voice sounds like rain and I hate rain.
You catch my stare.
I turn away because I am afraid.
You are uncertainty and unpredictability, and for this, I hate you; the unexpected is a disease to my mind. You make me stumble and fall and vomit in confusion because I don't know how to feel and I can't stand it. Control is my obsession.
But you are also curiosity and maybe even some kind of messed up beauty, and I think I might be okay with that much.
Today I am indigo; today you are my vertigo.
I can't pull myself t
the waiting room.the walls are painted yellow, and the lighting is dimmed in a vain effort to mask their ugliness. the chairs are red and i am blue and through the glass is a blinding white that pretty much ruins everything. i am afraid and conflicted and spinning and waiting waiting waiting. there is a blood red bible on the table amongst the clutter of magazines and uselessness. i smile a little, but i'm too afraid to actually pick it up.the waiting room.5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
a man in an ugly yellow shirt that matches the ugly yellow walls is sitting in one of the ugly mismatched chairs. together, we are alone and silent, but not for long.
"what does that mean?"
i look up at him.
"to write love on her arms?" he asks, nodding to my [not-ugly] shirt. "what does it mean?"
i tell him it means hope and meaning and purpose and life, and he smiles.
"thanks for the sign," he whispers. then he writes the six words on his left hand and i find hope and meaning and purpose and life in him.
we are both wordless for a momen
defining this life.between physics textbooks and calculus homework, we are found.defining this life.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we are the clutter and chaos of numbers and equations, exponents and variables, that conquer the pages once meant for the shadowy sighs of poetry.
we are the laws undiscovered, the phantoms that defy gravity and the speed of light.
we are the planets in orbit around an unknown sun.
we are the poltergeistic fog that gathers in valleys far beneath the cloud-splattered blue.
we are the laughter that means nothing and the school bells that bind us from reaching beyond this lifetime.
we are the written and spoken word, the song, the ghosts of hallways and seashells drifting on the shore.
we are the skeletons that lie buried beneath centuries of life and death and decay.
we are the silent and the screaming, the rising and the falling.
we are the moment that writhes between the cracks and folds in the sweaty palms of our clenched fists.
and we are ready.
Cup of Tea PromiseCup of Tea Promise8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A cup of tea promise
starts, watered down
lies and coffee
We take a breath,
inhale the aroma of the mug,
accept what we find,
we drink to our own distaste.
Between bitter sips
warmed chests, clutched hands,
we sit in comfort of this liquid--
as if an elixir of life
snuck into the drink.
Despite cups with cracks and chips
we grip our mugs for comfort
- Why -- Why -12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought I knew you.
I though you knew me.
Why is it when you need help you ask for me?
Yet your not there for me?
All I wanted was a hello,
but why do you make me feel alone?
Who do you think I am?
Do you not know of my powers?
Why do you treat me like dirt,
and step all over me?
If you want I can be your friend.
I will never leave you,
but you have left me.
Give me a sign,
let me know if you want to go.
Let me know if you don't want me as a friend,
since I am still waiting.
if.if hope is a desert,if.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
then i am an hourglass,
and this sand
in shades of
but i am not.
because we are all just
cardboard boxes and
on the side
of the road
except for you.
so i'm glad
aren't on our side,
just this once
you can step out
of the gutter
and string yourself
to the sky
I Want To Love YouI want to fall in love with you, I want to so badly. I want to be there for you in every way imaginable. I want to hold your hand and stand by your side through the trials and tribulations that are thrown in your way. I want to be there to help you celebrate your victories. I want to be there for you from beginning to end. I want to be the person you trust the most and confide in, I'd give anything to carry that responsibility. I don't want to betray you; I want the capability to be utterly honest and trustworthy to you.I Want To Love You8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I want to be the shoulder you go to when you need one for support. I want to be the small and frail set of arms you long for when you need a hug. I want to be the person you seek out when you need to be showered with affection. I want to be there waiting for you while you're gone. I want to be the one longing to come back to you when I'm gone. I want to give you everything I have, my heart, my body, my soul, my love and devotion. I want you to look past the fact that I
social anxiety II.the knot in my chestsocial anxiety II.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with each word
i must force out
you compliment me
but all i can do
is give a half-hearted smile
and keep the breakdown inside
i miss you
and you miss me
but i can't seem to laugh
the way we used to
you let me cry
on your shoulder
but now we don't
even look each other's way
i'm so sorry darling
i'm tired of bawling
on the bathroom floor
makeup runs /
eyes swell /
questioning stares /
pills can only get us
before we dizzy up
and all fall down .
come in closer.you come from acrosscome in closer.4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the universe, darling, and
you spread a silence
in my mind. (come in
closer.) the tiny people
and cars below us
hum softly as they
come and go. we speak in half-
hushed voices as if
we might awaken
the frozen october moon
with just our fragile
in closer.) you tell me that
there is no way to
fall from here unless
i truly wanted to, but
trust me, darling, i
don't. (come in closer.)
i just wish i could shatter
the surface of these
oceans that lie between us,
but i have no words:
you have stolen the
poetry from my breath and
offered it all to
the falling stars that
i swear we could catch tonight
if we tried. (and i
promise i won't mind.)
friday.5am conversationsfriday.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a river and railroad
can show that things may never
and that is where
but i stumble
at this crossing
between love and loss,
because they have the same eyes,
the same stare,
an identical pair,
but one is an ocean
and the other
i'm not crazy,
we're not crazy,
i and you and we,
we are just breathing,
i think i'm finally
we are just
moths and butterflies,
two and one,
turning in the burning sun,
and so maybe i'm
not worth more than
a couple rhymes
and a summer solstice,
these are the words
that i could never write
because they are too loud for the page