no thoughts leftfalling down, dancingno thoughts left6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fists full of fallen stars.
out loud or silently our thoughts are
music, warm and silvery. we were
laying on the banks of drying rivers, strumming our legs in cool
richer than horizons.
if i ever drift under the surface or into sleep, let me go
let me go
until my body crashes into sands or rocks or black
until lights come up over the reaches of trees as
the sun goes farther away,
from the spinning earth and
until the sun disappears and dips its
face into the ocean to cool.
the waves forgo the moon, barely blinking.
i'm well aware i'm no longer thinking.
i hear this song end as another
begins to mourn.
all the words simon never saidmy strategy forall the words simon never said6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
simon says has always been
to follow your heart
how it beats and ticks,
how it learns and how it yearns,
how its always yours
Simon Says: stare into my eyes,
Simon Says: and pretend i care.
Simon Says: spill your guts out.
Simon Says: dont say anything.
Simon Says: stop trying so hard.
Simon Says: stop overanalyzing.
Simon Says: keep following my misleading signals; your confusion amuses me.
Simon Says: waste your clock batteries on me; im totally worth all the trouble.
Simon Says: fall head over heels for me until you trip and decapitate yourself.
Simon Says: love me.
Simon Says: hate me.
Simon Says: give up.
Simon Says: ignore me.
Simon Says: forget me.
_________: be mine...
but i lose
for you didnt say
i always hated playing one-sided games with you,
but that never stopped you from playing with me.
what is a masochist?when i found you last week, you were pressing the lipswhat is a masochist?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a broken bottle to your face, tracing a line of red tears.
when i asked why you did it to yourself, you said
i like myself better this way.
when i saw you in the hallway, you held the hand of another
whore, and she held the keys to your heart.
when i asked why you did this to yourself, you said
i like myself better this way.
when i called you three days ago, you were crying while you smothered
your mouth with your own hands, bruising the curves of your lips.
when i asked why you did that to yourself, you said
i like myself better this way.
when i took you out for a drive yesterday, you kept yourself away. you stayed
quiet and bit your tongue till it bled, but your black eyes never left my body.
when i asked why you do this to yourself, you said
i can like myself better this way.
when i came to your house today, you were tying ropes around your
neck. your floor was covered in
Haikuthon July 2009Haikuthon July 20096 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
gnarled tree roots
stretch down into the pond
resting for a spell
a thousand flags
whip in the wind
praying for profits
in the cool building shadow
in the distance
beyond the looming storm —
hint of orange dusk
a golden half-moon
hangs near distant streetlights
amid gentle rapids
an old tire
over waves of tall
rib cageone.rib cage6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her ribs are a cage
holding her heart captive
keeping it locked away
for god knows how long
no matter how much
or hard she tries
she can never release it
never give it away
her ribs are a cage
restricting her lungs
from gathering enough oxygen
to say three simple words
she cant stay like this
deprived of oxygen
a white noise rings in her ears
and she fades into darkness
her ribs are a cage
echoing the lonely cries
of her isolated heart
& all the words shes choked on
[even in the darkness shes more isolated than others could ever be]
o balmy breath "Everything became quiet. Everything was the same as always.o balmy breath7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'No, not everythingtomorrow you will come,' Cincinnatus said aloud, still trembling from his recent swoon. 'What shall I say to you,' he continued thinking, murmuring, shuddering. 'What will you say to me? In spite of everything I loved you, and will go on loving youon my knees, with shoulders drawn back, showing my heels to the headsman and straining my goose neckeven then. And afterwardsperhaps most of all afterwardsI shall love you, and one day we shall have a real, all-embracing explanation, and then perhaps we shall somehow fit together, you and I, and turn ourselves in such a way that we form one pattern, and solve the puzzle: draw a line from point A to point B... without looking, or, without lifting the pencil... or in some other way... we shall connect the points, draw the line, and you and I sh
WintersWintersWinters7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A common scene, Canadian geese necking
south, arrowing against the wind.
Every winter it happens but this winter
I see one, the leader, produce a rolling fold
in his wings, and hes slipped to the tail of the group.
Soon enough we took the sky, we built planes, and their shadows
swallowed birds, whose shadows crossed fences
and rested in the black, broken feathers
of trees, their wise eyes staring.
July HaikuathonJuly Haikuathon6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
1) Summer heat
drives us wild with lust;
2) A volcano's fire
is not as hot as the heat
between you and me.
3) Whispers in
the wind, leaves fall and
4) Stars fall to
earth in a blaze of
night slowly falls,
wrapping me in black.
5) The sky weeps
for blood shed
6) Cotton fields grow
whips crack in
7) Lord, I pray
take me away from
8) Devils steal souls
to the rhythm of jazz;
new orleans heat.
9) Your kiss
I thought I saw you.
you were nothing
10) Bodies swinging
eyes and mouths
wide open in
11) Early morning:
cup of coffee
12) I'm hiding
come find me
(beneath the stars
13) Your love is
14) Wind whispers
in autumn voices.
15) Ghostly chill
house of thrills
welcome to the freak show.
16) Precious laughs
even the divine fall so fardear god,even the divine fall so far6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i found you today. you were sitting in the dumpster behind the grocery store on broadway. you told me about how the sky is as blue as a gunshot wound. you told me about how the shards of your broken heart were poking up through your skin like feathers, working their way to the surface. you told me about how you felt so human today.
you were blind.
what's wrong? you were crying, tears rolling down your cheeks in big, shiny drops. i bought you a croissant, but you only looked at it before bursting into tears. you said it was too cresent-shaped, too much like the moon, too much like the past. i told you i understood, and put my arm around you as you sobbed louder and louder.
it's okay, the moon is blind, too.
the stars fell down today. i heard them screaming from my apartment window. their tears pitter patted against the glass as the dark clouds roiled on the horizon, strangling the dying sun. they all cried out today, rocking the sea like a giant bassin
Nine LivesYesterday I laid on a frozen pond,Nine Lives6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hoping the ice would break beneath my weight,
thus submerging me into the
I was all ready to drown,
my lungs preparing to fail
but the ice held strong
and all I accomplished was
freezing my ass off.
I set my living room aflame
hoping the fire would burn me,
my body prepared to sizzle and smoke.
But it stayed still
never moving from its solitary inch
on the hardwood floor.
I put arsenic in my tea
and anti-freeze in my coffee;
razors in my juice
and glass in my water,
hoping to poison my insides
and tear my throat to shreds.
But still I breathed.
I jumped from a building
and landed on a snow bank.
I slit my wrists
but missed the vein.
Then you came along
and you crushed my heart to dust.
My body gave out on
your cold kitchen floor.
[I guess you were
life number nine]
You Caught MeYou caught me coloring inYou Caught Me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the black holes in the universe
with magic markers
and glitter glue.
When you asked what I was
"I just wanted to make
something pretty for the stars
to dream on."
When you caught me taking
the red pills when I was
supposed to be taking the blue
"I felt a little colorblind today."
When you caught me wearing
a fur coat in August
I told you,
"I decided it should be winter;
I'm through with summer."
And when you caught me
at the edge of a cliff
I turned back to you and whispered,
"Today I feel like flying."
Four More Scenes- AlicexHatterFour More Scenes- AlicexHatter6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"For heaven's sake! I can't keep up!"
Alice drew back like a horse that was being reined in. The lanky youth attached to her hand was forced to slow his progress in light of these developments. Alice shook the hand free and stood, gasping for breath, holding her hands to her aching sides. The Hatter, although very rosy in the cheeks and possibly showing more expansion of the chest during his breathing than usual, seemed otherwise unaffected, and as Alice continued to catch her breath, grew increasingly agitated.
"Oh do let's go," he urged finally, sounding strained. Alice gave him an unhappy look, but he took her hand and she allowed herself to be dragged along once more.
"I wish you would tell me what this is about!" she gasped out in intervals as they darted around tree trunks and roots, the Hatter's dark boots snapping twigs and kicking up leaves.
"I am sorry, my dear, but I simply haven't
Weight Of The WorldsometimesWeight Of The World6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's like the weight of the world
is sitting atop my
and sometime it's like
with no one to
take my hand.
the air is leaving my lungs
until there's no
and i'm struggling
how to make me love you.tell me white lies-how to make me love you.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
allow me to trace the labyrinth
of your veins with my fingertips
and imagine your blood
is truly liquid
when we kiss, let me be
the first to pull away-
let me imagine that
if you had the time
you'd want to spend
the rest of your life
with your lips
if i cry, do not hold me-
let me get through my tears
on my own, so i can pretend
i do not need you to wipe them
away for me to survive;
i promise you i will always
come for you after i'm done,
like a child aching to be
should i grow up too fast
remind me of my dreams-
read me stories about Peter Pan,
and let me pretend that
we are the lost children.
let me soak my feet in
imagination, and come with me
to Never Never Land.
and when i tell you i hate you,
which with my temper, i know i
shall one day-
whisper to me gently,
"no you don't, love. you hate
spiders and ants
and sleeping on the left
side of the bed,
but you do not hate me."
because i could not hate you,
not for a year, or
then again, maybe.maybe i am the reason this bed is emptyemptyempty but for one.then again, maybe.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
maybe i am the explanation for the way the tires are peeling out or the way youve already changed your voicemail to me instead of we. maybe i am the excuse for the way our love has a white flag and is curled in the corner, calling mercymercymercy.
maybe i am the poison-tongue and killing-hands that you tell me i am, maybe you deserve someone who doesnt unravel like yarn in the afternoon, click their tongue against their mouth and expect you to help gather the pieces and put them back together in the evening.
maybe i am toomuchtoomuchtoomuch for anyone to ever expect to decipher, understand, control. maybe i am too hot (you did run with burned hands), maybe i am too wild (you did run with barbed wire-scars), maybe i am too irrepressible (you did run spitting saltwater from your lungs). maybe i am more than enough, maybe i am.
then again, maybe i am unruly like wild horses and you just were
still.one.still.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
her name is alice. there is a slight blood stain on the valley where her lips part, and her eyes are two supermassive black stars that can't show anything but hurt. she can't bring herself to look in the broken mirror puddles that are all over the ground.
(and i don't blame her)
she borrows her mother's raincoat because it smells like home. not the homes that are flooded with laundry soap or soft candles burning in the family room, but more like the paint she spilled on the carpet, or the whiskey on her father's breath.
(and sometimes, she swears she can smell her mother's sadness.)
when alice was little she remembers playing freeze tag with her mother. she remembers feeling anxious, and now she feels sick. "if daddy touches you, stay still, and don't make a sound."
If you can't swim, stay out of the ocean.Loving him was like loving the ocean:If you can't swim, stay out of the ocean.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surfacing, gasping, from underneath crashing waves,
scrambling back on shore.
(I never did learn how to swim.)
Loving him was like watching sand slip between my fingers.
Loving you is like loving the shells on the beach,
the bottlecaps and polished glass I found in the sand,
or the seagulls gracing the waves.
(I won't drown this time.)
The worst I could do is drop you,
the worst you can do is fly away.
Grey MelodiesGrey Melodies10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The windshield wipers of Evelyn's car squeaked each time they returned to their original place. The sound wasn't particularly loud, but it was the only real noise being made, apart from the gentle hum of the vehicle as it drove along the empty road. The rain outside was only a light shower, but it was enough to require wipers, and to turn the sky grey.
"Pretty dismal weather, isn't it?"
Keeping her eyes on the road ahead, Evelyn gave a slight nod in response to her mother's comment, and then the sound of the wipers took over once more.
Evelyn's mother, Margaret, was in her early sixties, but she looked almost exactly as she had thirty-one years ago, when her first and only child was born. She had never allowed her naturally pale skin to tan, she had never changed her make-up or hair style, and even before the first signs of grey, she had successfully found a shade of brown that matched her original hair colour perfectly; evidently her hair was not just brown, it was Haz
pitter patter The rain falls, hiding the tears ofpitter patter6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a girl close to the edge.
for Stephenblackened jack boots grinding to dust cherry blossomsfor Stephen6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The Holocaust still burying the innocent
I Love Everything About YouI look at you with tears in my eyesI Love Everything About You11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You turn your head in shame
You hold your hands over your face
You think you are to blame
Your wrists are like your note-pad
They're covered with your pain
The scars they burn so deeply
Just above the vein
The razor blades are just like pens
They write down your very mind
They release your pain and anger
That's hidden from the naked eye
You only wish to leave here
To forget all your sorrow
But you refuse to let me down
With no hope left for tomorrow
You strive on toward the blank of nothingness
For you have no reasons to
But you can't quite seem to understand
How much I would miss you
Even if I'm ignorant
You see not of what I feel
I feel for you with all I have
What I feel for you is real
I love your very essence
I love your smile, your eyes
I love your voice, your being
Nothing of you I could despise
I can't hold you here forever
I can't keep you long
I figured maybe we'd be together…
But all I have is this song…
Happy early sad valentines dayHappy early sad valentines day6 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
I stare at your tears in amusement, your torn bandages slowly unravel, showing your remaining shreds of your hand.
My eyes are blank to you, for you can never begin to understand the array of emotions i feel, the bright colours you don't see, the pretty music in the air. None of it. Its all sorrow and me in your life. You rub your tummy once more before groaning, slowly getting up trying to take another swing at me. You see my face and how it stares past you. I hear a distant moan followed with glass shattering before my feet, grazing my face and limbs. A sudden gasp and sense of tension hits as i look straight at my darling. Turn away with a grim smile and walk away, thats my talent.
I don't need to say I'm sorry. You know I don't
Welcome to my life. And my generation.