hugs over nothingstophugs over nothing8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if you intend on letting go.
reading in the dark'i wish cigarettes were good for you'reading in the dark7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we wrote that down on a plank of wood that would hang above all their heads. the shop was filled with a hundred wishes you can't reach, some funny and some sad and some weren't anything at all.
to me it all seemed intangible.
'they wouldn't make them if they were good for you.
everything destroys something else.'
we flipped the plank over
and wrote that we wished the grass was greener on the other side.
'maybe it is'
i thought about the book i'm reading and, well, you're no rabbit and i'm no wolf. we're both people and she is too.
i don't know
what that means.
'there's nothing after we die.'
there's nothing now.
'i wish people didn't bother me.'
'you can control that, you know. you can.'
i know people i disagree with just because they uttered the words. i know people that have chosen a life opposite of what they want for reasons they don't understand. i know people that are happy with it.
i know two that are trying to drink themselves to death beca
Time can't change everything.you slip from my graspTime can't change everything.8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
like the ocean leaves the sand
(always coming back)
.no titleIV..no title7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
i can't see the ocean from where i live, but I can feel the pulses in my heart and
at one time
mine is fast, fluttery,
will probably fail. yours is slow and steady
and strong, except
when i was
my arms tangled with
your arms, my fingers tracing your
fingers, my body aligned
with your body, my mouth on your
lips. we covered each other,
saved each other.
you called me nice as i showed every hateful part of my personality. we talked of the woman you were going to sleep with that night, not a suitable replacement for me but one that won't ask as many questions. you laughed over my slipping words, my inexcusable panic. i stared you down as you tried to bring up the courage to look me in the eye. you watched my control dissolve into a scar, one that creates hard eyes and false smiles.
the rhythms are pounding in my
mind, in my lungs. i need escape,
but it will only be a
vacation, a few days of
quiet before chaos
catches up. i can't escape
i write like a five year old.as we were driving, a satellite sent me urgent messages to be a home for you. they were hidden in commercials for new houses. the messages said they needed to be sold now now now and filled with people eating and loving and sleeping and leaving it and coming back. everyone needs a home. i turned off my radio because i don't want you to be reminded of what you don't have.i write like a five year old.7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
it was quiet then. i liked the silence, because i can listen to you breathing. if we were silent long enough, i can imagine your warm breath filling up the car, mixing with mine, until what was inside of me could be inside of you. i think you would find that creepy, so i promise myself never to tell you. you hate silence, and a wave of irritation crossed your face. it is fascinating. i almost hit a car, watching.
i parked and we walked. i walk too fast for most people, and it's annoying because i don't slow down. i expect others to speed up to my pace, or risk becoming a blur in the past. you are not like
odds and endswhen I endedodds and ends7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
and I thought we would win.
that we would make it past
our pasts, struggling,
but together. I wanted this to be the one thing
I could be proud of. we would stand
against all odds, against our
friends, against ourselves
and we would conquer.
for us. I needed
us. I thought that I could be
happy, just once
and that you
were something worth
believing in and I was
wrong. the distance
between what we
need and what I see
is as far apart
as my right hand
for your left.
(i hate hearing you say
there's no place
for that now.)
we try to believe
we can change but we are
all liars. I never asked you to change.
you wanted a challenge. I just wanted
honestyI'm scared to sleep at night because everything is dust. It covers your fingers, no longer shaping or touching or living. My lungs are caked and cracking, my heart is breaking.honesty7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I hold onto a balloon and am lifted above this unmoving fog. I get high enough before my hand slips and I fall.
Crashes don't sound the same with hands held over the ears.
They still feel the same.
I'm digging deeper and deeper. I'd dig a hole through the goddamn world before scratching your name from my heart. You aren't suited for the ground, you aren't suited for death. You made me alive. The dusty air fills my lungs and fury fills my heart as I scream and scream and scream and scream and scream and there's not a thing I wouldn't do for you.
Please don't let go.
now what?I'm sorry for lying.now what?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we're on the
you complete my
when words aren't enoughI think,when words aren't enough8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
looking at you
is more poetic
secret: these partsI.secret: these parts7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
that self control
sold me short of
doing what i've
wanted has left me
the ocean is beautiful and sad and people love it for a couple of days before leaving it. they call it their home, they say their blood runs thick with it, they breathe the air and finally feel at peace with all their pieces.
they leave and choose every time to continue their old life, the one without surprises and abounding with uneasy comfort. secretly people long for the ocean, want to remember how happy they felt and be encompassed in wild wonder.
the ocean never changes. It watches as you sit and weep. It watches as you bring new lovers and pretend to have something worth while. As you stand and think and fall in love with crashes. It watches as you grow old and slowly fill with more frustration and anger for a life you can't be bothered to change.
but there's a secret t
scrawled racing thoughtsone.scrawled racing thoughts7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
the stars aren't shining tonight but i hope they are wherever you are. i think it would be a nice thought, that after all these years and years of light traveling through space they'd find their way to your eyes and into your heart. because you're the kind of person that would put them there, you see.
I was standing with a little girl, and she showed me her rainbow sticker. her eyes were as big as suns, and so full of sadness. her clothes weren't new, but her hands were clean as she pointed at the girls who never gave her a second thought. she pulled me closer and whispered,
"I hate when they're monsters."
I like the past because it can't change, not like the present. These constant waves of emotions are wearing me down, and I am no rock. I know the future, I know how I'll bend and it won't be my fault or anyone else's, it just has to happen. Things change, but you're leaving this time and I can't handle what will come after that.
Right now I'm alright. I'm fine. I'm o
tumblinghis words can'ttumbling7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
be digested but
can be shoved down
sore, open broken
throats where sounds
make us worthy
to break the bridge
trying to hurt him
more than he hurt
but you can't
you just can't
do that to another
being with a heart
beating loudly, screaming
that it's beaten you
and there's nothing
to do that's right
in times like this
that we've seemed
to have missed,
that won't end
not for us and
not for this.
when you paintI am fightingwhen you paint7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to be a building burning to the ground.
you are a lover. you are my lover.
you have cans of gasoline.
you have matches.
you have no cause
and no pity.
I am alight.
SnapshotsThere wasn't much to say; there never was.Snapshots8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I take pictures of people to remember them, as they were - their flaws, their charisma, their despair. They all come and impact my life in some way, but they all leave, as life conducts. I want proof that the past was real, that there had been times when the cold and dust hadn't made everyone bitter and indifferent.
There is a picture of a girl with a tired smile and unhappy eyes. She looked like an angel, but at the same time was unbearably pitiful. She had no excuse to be broken, unhappy, tired, beautiful, but she was and she wore it well. It was like a whirlpool - everyone got sucked into a character. We became saviors or distractions or a loose term for friends, and we all had one thing in common: giving all we could with not much in return.
Maybe I'd be unhappy and tired, with all the support offered, with everyone trying to save something that never needed anything but a good wake up call.
He had a voice that made you want to listen. An
the fourth of oh myand in that breathless momentthe fourth of oh my6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the man behind me
and I shared
with a woman
ancient & japanese
and when I got home I
only put on clothes
because I wanted to
because I still believe
we are secrets
to be shared
sunlight is deadlightstars stutter through oursunlight is deadlight7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
atmosphere at night
and i wish upon them, hoping
i don't pick a dead one
seeing PerseidsI want youseeing Perseids6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the dark
I want you
on the hard ground
in the middle
of the lake
my hips' width
I want you
in so many appropriate
I want us
lost (in) ourselves