Edward Scissor Handstongues slipping in the dark
between the ears
is all i know of your story
so, i'll cry with you tonight
we'll lose ourselves in the stars
within the branches of the pink dogwoods
because we cannot touch
i watched them massacre you
from behind a pexi-glass screen
as anger pulsed an elevating pain in my ears
so, lie next to me tonight
you'll lose yourself with my amnesia kisses
because you've never touched
PercussionHeartbeat pounds to the beat of drums,Percussion8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feet keep time, ears tell mind, that this music is way too fast,
Cymbals clash, mallets bash, against the heads of drums,
The world seems to spin, as the band begins, and joins the percussion line,
Suddenly the music stops, signaling the end of the song,
Please tell me why, it feels so wrong, when the sounds of the pumping drums are gone?
When I was in a cultWe always drank hibiscus and mint teaWhen I was in a cult6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
out of chipped porcelain teacups,
their gaily dancing Elizabethan women
faded into forgotten smiles.
When I was in a cult
the elderly women wore their
blue-vein war paint proudly
and spoke in grunts and rough hand gestures.
Certain words were banned
for our protection:
but we didnt need them anyway.
When I was in a cult
my eyes were innocent and hair plaited
like my sisters, mothers, aunts.
My fingers were tree bark,
the ants my freckles,
and the sky was my only friend.
When I was in a cult,
no matter there I went,
I was home.
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hills as peoplewho spokehills as people5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the broke
the gray streets
of former wind
framed & faded
eyes closed to the night
to build a better black
a deeper darkness
evermorehe was aevermore5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before she could
learn the truth
within her heart,
that will not
twisted sheetsI wait through a dreary morning;twisted sheets5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for your pressed hand
over my shoulder.
I don't expect you.
I wanted you to arrive;
for conversation and coffee.
I need to tell you how unhealthy I am,
how the only time I move is to go
to the bathroom.
I do not know how I refuse to shower.
It has become a custom, a culture,
a language, the art of resistance
since you've been absent.
I miss your errant smiles. The way
you hold a penny in your left hand
when you write with your right.
I'm exhausted from lying in bed.
The house seems unfamiliar.
Used to be alive;
feeling a sensation I can
no longer describe.
definitely, maybe collab.i. you are a mish-mashdefinitely, maybe collab.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of never-ending smiles and toxic beauty.
you're a tangle of scattered thoughts
and makeshift perfection; you make
the seven wonders of the world jealous.
"maybe someday arrows
will guide us through the milky way, and we'll use
the stars as stepping stones."
"maybe we'll play hopscotch in the sky,
surrounded by little fragments of dreams
that dancers forgot to remember."
ii. you're the displacement in a
chemical reaction; you're the magnesium,
and i'm mercury (only liquid at room
too close to the sun for life to
and the messenger they loved to
you are a butterfly's wings
when it discovers its new skin,
somehow more beautiful in that
single moment than for the rest of its
life. you loved to dissect them;
"maybe if I study them for long enough,
Ill be able to figure out how to
i already found out flying
is overrated, but i wont ruin
iii. dirt and crumpled paper airplanes
clog your ribs.
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Today's LetterI'm eating my tongueToday's Letter6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to shut me up
and blackening my eyes
to shut you out
this bile tastes like
all the times you
I'm warning you
I've got this box
things I tend to
tip toe around
when it comes--
it always comes
and your planetary
eyes and the sweet
insides of your
lungs and the clovers
on your lips and
then you just
Breaki.Break6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this crowded place
us, my sad face
my heart sinking
realisation working it's
into my mind.
I'm a stranger to you
more than you are to me
to break me down
You don't know who I am
more than I don't know you
and that is enough
to have me screaming
I don't know if I'll get it back
whatever it was we had
I know when I look at you
it's still the same
I can't take my eyes
I can't take my eyes away
from the fact you are looking
straight at me
Lightly like never before
this feels different
like I don't know you
like we have never met before
you look dazed
more than dazed
that I brush my lips with yours
I did, I'm sorry
I forgot you don't know me yet
I'll have to watch you and wait for you
until you remember everything you know
I did, I'm sorry
I forgot the memories I have you don't share
I'll have to keep telling you stories
A Perfect FitIn this world,A Perfect Fit5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we are cold.
I grab on tight,
Because there is nothing to hold.
I see them there,
and they see me.
I see the world,
and it is cold.
We kill and rot,
'til we just grow old.
There is nothing,
left to hold.
No one sees,
keeps us all vain.
No one cares if you suffer,
as long as they are ok.
No one cares who you are,
Just so long as insignificant, you stay.
And that is all you will be,
because life just sucks that way.
No one cares,
about your good ambition,
Just so long as the earth,
suffers this "cold condition".
Your goals dissappear,
Your grades start to slip.
You start to question,
If life is even worth it.
Thoughts of death,
Fill your head.
You begin to think,
that you are better off dead.
But thats ok,
because they don't care.
In this world,
of death and despair.
You are no one,
and no one knows you.
There is only one thing left,
that you could possibly do.
You can't make a difference,
we don't give a damn.
The obsticles before you,
Thunderstorms and Heartbreakit's just one of those daysThunderstorms and Heartbreak5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when my heart hurts so much in my chest
you asked me if i was alive
and i promised i was still here,
but you didn't believe me
because my face was red
and my eyes were lowered
and you pressed your face to my chest