the places we gohe wrote to me:the places we go7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that he sits in the gutter and he
looks up at my window and he is
there and he is not and we're
okay and we are
he wrote to me:
your silence is not enough. and i
think your feet caught the dust as
you walked away. and i think my
mouth was filled with dust
as you walked away. and i couldn't
say wait and i
let you down again and. you just
he wrote to me:
learn the meaning of wait. and tell
it to me. sometimes the flies belong
in the kitchen and sometimes i forget to feed
the cats and sometimes i
forget to lock the
front door and close the windows
when it starts to rain.
he wrote to me:
will your eyes ever stop wandering? will
you ever see your elbows, will you ever
see your face in the light i see it? will
your watch start working again and will you
open your damn eyes and start seeing
what's right in front of you? but my
lack of direction is like a broken
steering wheel. my lack of direction is
a map torn to shreds and sorry mea
Pyromania.This is stupid. So he blows smoke from his nostrils.Pyromania.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hes not an insomniac. Insomnia is overplayed. Its like a popular song. Overrated. Hes not depressed. Just a little weird. Smoke comes from his nostrils and he feels like a dragon. Insanity. Pyromania.
He finds himself thinking of things like matches, and producing images of pushing out his lips as if he might kiss the flame on the end of the wood. Instead he blows and the fire moves away. It bends away from the wood and reaches its body towards the sky. Hes lying on his back. Hes a dragon.
He wants to eat the flame and feel himself smolder. He wants it to dance inside him like a happy feeling and he wants his insides to crumble and float like flying pieces of floating, blackened faith. He wants to taste fire but mostly he wants to spit it from his puckered lips. He wants to kiss the air with flames and heat. It looks like magic and feels like love.
He's a dragon because he likes fire, and n
I Mourn in PinkA smile here,I Mourn in Pink8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A laugh there,
My nervous hands
Play with my hair.
Where's the pain?
Where's the tear
That slowly leaves
A trail quite clear?
Shrug it off,
Tell a lie,
Nothing is wrong,
No one has died.
No more black,
Would you believe
I mourn in pink?
TruthsI'm jealous of youTruths7 years ago in Other More Like This
Some days so much so that
I hate you
But it never lasts for long
I'm keeping a secret from you
Something so important
It would rearrange what you think
It would make you wonder
What else Im hiding
What else you still dont know
Youll never know
You are not my angel
You have no wings
Not even broken ones
You will never be able to save me
You cant lift me to the sky
I told him everything
Everything you ever said to me
Word for word
Because he needed to hear those things
He needed them more than you needed my loyalty
But now I regret it
Because those words were all he ever wanted
I am not his friend
I do want your body
I want to feel your lips
But I dont want your mind
And theyre a package deal
I think youre a liar
I think you pretend
The sick part is that it works
I still want you
Though you dont want me
I want us to not be joking
I want you to be serio
Big BrotherBig Brother11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You didn't say goodbye
How could you leave me
How could you be so cruel
You don't call
You don't write
You don't even stop by
You said you'd protect me
You said you'd be there
Now it seems like you don't care
I miss you
I love you
I'm always thinking of you
You were the only one
I could bear to be around
Now you might as well be in the ground
You're dead to me
Can't you see
How it is that you've hurt me
I wish you were here
Can't you see my tears
You didn't say good bye
And now i cry
I used to say
That i hate you
Now i would love
Just to hug you
I used to wish
You would go away
But now you've left
I wish you'd stayed
Better than father
Better than mother
But not because you're my brother
You knew how hard it was
Feeling just a little
I'm sure now
It wasn't true
The importance is
That you knew
I don't blame you
I want to get away too
I just wish
I could reach you
Just to tell you
Your sister needs you
Spoke Up Too LateWhat words will I saySpoke Up Too Late8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Across this broken line
To point them this way
Your gorgeous eyes that shine
Oh how to tell you
Without exerting fear
I really love you
'Specially when you're near
Any other day
It would have been fine
You just passed away
I thought you would be mine.
.Dreaming.I've been dreaming about you lately..Dreaming.8 years ago in Other More Like This
I don't know why. I just know that it's been getting more and more frequent.
The dreams are generally fragmented. It's as though I'm simply scissoring out a place and time in the world and setting the both of us in it. It's generally blurred. I can't quite imagine your face. It's...so strange. It's as though I'm...afraid...ashamed, even, to look at you. Why is that? Because you're too beautiful for me? Too Godly? I suppose either way it boils down to you being too good for me. I'm so inferior to your beauty and grace that even in my dreams I can't look at you.
These dreams...they always depict what I want most. In most cases, I didn't even realize that that is what I wanted.
You. Kissing me. In a place where everyone could see. In a place where no one could see. Holding me. Grasping me tight as though you couldn't bear to let me go. Outside, where the sun warmed my back and the two of us swung peacefully on a swing-set. Indoors where
The Drawing Out of Mei have been forever hereThe Drawing Out of Me14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sliding through this hall of mirrors
lost yet seeing
dead yet being
promises fall from sincere lips
you're not leaving
slowly peel this hurt away
help me heal it
kiss and seal it
find out all that I can tell
just support me
and exhort me
slip your tongue inside my mouth
forgive the way i'll fall for you
Carpe DiemI have set those free, who I do not need,Carpe Diem7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In order to get a tighter grasp on those I do.
I have gone down roads without destinations,
To accidentally stumble upon heaven, and bits of hell.
Miles of concrete gobbled up by underbellies of cold machines,
And at my lowest points, I have counted my blessings.
I am okay with loss now.
I am okay with picking up the pieces.
And I am definitely okay with trying.
Minutes and hours have passed where I have felt nothing but content inside this heart,
And in that,
I am okay with crossing out calendar days, which held moments of despair.
Because I have realized:
After the storms have passed, and the earth is busy dissolving the aftermath,
Darkness falls, and in the mean-time,
The sun will always peak over the horizon.
I will have a childs eyes, seeing everything for the first time,
And everything will be beautiful again.
you left weeks ago.Wine, wine everywhere--you left weeks ago.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but not a drop to drink
I spent Saturday forgetting
became a body broken
slumped across a couch
I drowned you in gin
I drowned you in whiskey
I drowned me and
and you're a distant memory
that morning has broken
morning has broken
TimeI've never been the patient kindTime6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've never been the one to sit
No, I'm the greedy child
I'm the one who feeds
on instant gratification
Whose mind is always moving
I've never been the patient one
I've never taken kindly to hinted surprises
I'm the one who checks the clock
Swears not to look again but..
Checks the clock
I'm the one who sits
And sneaks another glance at the clock
I've always been the one
To drum my fingers
closer1.closer7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she kept the christmas tree
up well past march and its a
broken and sad
the words, no one understood.
but the silence.
and i hum in this
empty house and
echoes. the phone
keeps ringing and i
say. i say:
and you say:
don't. just --
but here i am and
there. there you are.
your face as delicate
as your tears today. and
i touch you as if
you're a paper boat,
about to float away. and i
around your thoughts,
afraid i'll wake
my clothes smell like
you. my skin
smells like you. and
there is a dead tiger
in my bed. we're
an electrical storm
exploding in the sky and
i don't think i've
ever loved you more.
Kira, Kira on the WallKira, Kira on the wallKira, Kira on the Wall8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Once the greatest of them all
You sought to condemn the world with justice
Kira, Kira on the wall
Turning channels on TV
Condemning all criminals you see
Your pencil flies across the paper
Watching the present with untold glee
The cops on screen gape in surprise
When the criminal gets a look in his eyes
And falls to his knees, gasping for breath
Struggling for life, pain in his cries
He's doubled over, clutching his chest
Struck by mysterious cardiac arrest
Kira, you, the one behind this
Simply sits back, thinking you're best
Within ten seconds, the criminal dies
Holding a glassy look in his eyes
Desensitized, you've seen it before
And are not bothered by their sufferings and cries
The cops suspect something by death number ten
Yet you, oh Kira, watch from your pen
Oh serial killer, you shan't prevail
Cowardly watching, safe in your den
Kira, your method intrigues me so
The name and face is all you need know
You write down their name, certain death follows
Aphelion, revisedMaybe it would be best to tell you nowAphelion, revised8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that there are squalls in your eyes.
In the black of your pupil,
I found a clipping of her hair. It wasn't mine
to find; I left it there. Hurried
to what I love most,
your herculean jaw.
I close my eyes to a burst of red,
and though it reminds me of your strength,
I see nothing but her jacket.
It was lying about in your sclera. Your lips, pressed
hard together, thin houdini lips,
Your mouth parts, to breathe
and allow me passage into the wintry fjord,
nicotine yellow mountain tops.
Theres this wrinkle beneath your eye
from whiskey, or from years of fearing your father.
I can see her, the hesitant smile,
slant of her eye, the pitch
of her hair.
The crow's foot was the full curve
of her breast. The apple chunk
lodged deep in your throat
was her pug nose,
a half-chewed ball of sweetmeats.
Two fingers, mine,
slide down your neck,
just beneath the jaw.
I feel the pulse of a man
who doesn't love me.
Pentru o simpla stareEra ultima saptamana de scoala. Ca in toate cele 9 luni, o vedeam pe hol, sprijinita de pervaz, cu privirea cand spre clasa, cand spre fereastra veche si larga. Doar statea acolo. Fara sa stie, avea locul ei; cel putin eu asa o intelegeam: holul alb al unei singure prezente. Exista in mine fara ca dansa sa observe.Pentru o simpla stare7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Astazi se implinesc 2 ani de cand m-am mutat in acest oras. Nu pot sa nu ma intreb cum ar fi fost daca nu ajungeam aici. Probabil m-as fi bucurat in plictiseala mea, mi-as fi numarat in fiecare dimineata pasii de acasa si pana la muzeul de la marginea parcului, as fi mangaiat chipul Sofiei, ascultandu-I glasul si pierzandu-ma printre cuvintele sale rapide si pline de vise. Intr-adevar vise; asa au fost, dar nu regret. A trebuit sa simt sfarsitul, sa-l plang si sa-l uit in fotografii. Daca nu m-as fi rupt atunci de tot ce ma inconjura, ar fi fost mult mai rau, mai ales pentru ea. Mi-am impus uitarea; acum am necunoscuta; dorinta. Nu mai inteleg ce se intampla "
The Grand Scheme of LifeThis lust-less feelingThe Grand Scheme of Life8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have for you
Is the only thing
That guides me through
The pain and sorrow
Felt in the past
Helps me tomorrow
It will not last
'Cus holding your hand
Brings me to see
Though this scheme is grand
You still love me
The LookStrephon kissed me in the spring,The Look7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.
Loving a StrangerJust give me a kiss. Let it be the last memory I have with you. I know that I always ask too much of you, and thats why you're leaving me.Loving a Stranger8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through out our relationship I've always asked so much of you. Hold me, touch me, love me...stay with me. Maybe it finally got to the point where you noticed..Where you wanted change. I deserve it I guess.
Your gone now...and Im all alone with my memories. All the times I begged you to stay with me, all the times you left me to cry. I know you cry. You never showed me but I know you do. Are you crying now or enjoying this?
You left me with a kiss, it was the sweetest thing ever to be tasted. Everything you've done to me and for me will never be forgotten. I'll always love you until Im buried. You'll never return to a needy person like me. I cant fathom why you stayed to begin with.
To me your an angel in disguise. You pulled me out of death and brought me new life. You gave me a reason to wake up smiling in the morning. I learned from you the world
'What if?'"You like him, don't you?"'What if?'8 years ago in Teen More Like This
"Woah, where the heck did you come from?"
"You'd think that you'd be used to that by now."
"You didn't answer my question."
"Yeah, I was planning on distracting you to avoid it, and now I forgot what you said."
"Liar. But I'm repeating it anyways. You like him, don't you?"
"You know who."
"I don't like him, he's more like a brother."
"What if pigs flew?"
"What do pigs have to do with my feelings?"
"I don't know. What if he were the last man on Earth?"
"Are we playing the what if game?"
"What if we were?"
"Ok, that's a yes. If he were the last man on Earth, I wouldn't have much of a choice now, would I? But then again, man normally refers to human, and..."
"What if he loved you?"
"...Well, it wouldn't really matter, would it?"
"What if it did?"
"Are you implying something?"
"No, you're infering something."
"Stop using words, you're hurting my brain."
"Brain? What brain?"
"Don't push it."
"If he did,
Sleepsong -- Apologue.Sleepsong -- Apologue.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
once upon a time, in the year of bated breath and lover's debt, there lived a man and his beautiful wife-- and though they toiled in circular disintricacies and stayed the coming of any age that time mustered, they loved each other dearly, to the threat of every deathbed and beyond.
she spent her days singing songs about the house as she did everything in her power to create the best home she could manage of the sagging willows and bastard reeds she gathered-- for the husband she loved so much.
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower;
There is nothing you can think that is not the moon!
and always, though he never knew the verses pre
sempiternalWhen I grow oldsempiternal7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For when rainbows dilute and notebooks fatten
on times untimely passing,
when the moon falls out of kilter with a sun that
curdles in a sad, forgotten sky,
and the rain congeals inside the clouds
when the slurry of seconds sinks deep into my bones
and my skin crumples like parchment, my spine coils and splinters
and my fingers buckle, knuckle-cracking -
when my dreams fade like polaroids in sunshine
and my memories break free from their kitestrings
unanchored and drifting in such dulcet mindmurk and I watch
the world crumble from gold into grey.
I want a thousand laugh-lines
for they will be the maps to better times
so I can find my way back