This PoemThis poemThis Poem6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will be found
where you live,
somewhat short of breath,
missing an arm,
for the way
things used to be.
It will tell
the story of a dream
watching a dream.
Behind small jars
and bay leaf
you will catch
its scent, and,
as you move aside
a thing or two,
it will look up
with lips that move
like an eye
all the words for blue
(which might also
be all the names
for wind, weariness,
It will tell you
what kind you have been,
the shoes you wore
when you were.
will be found
where poems always are.
radioactive nucleicrowning myself the king of epidermis is a blasphemous path only i would take on, smiling wider than the equator, i'm rimming off villages and pillaging cities, i want to gather more emotion, such a crusade can only end in misery and emulated breathing and off set whispers playing pinball between my radio socket of a brain.radioactive nuclei4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
when the sun claimed the day and the moon claimed the night, do you think it was war? do you think they ripped out their tracheas and served their spleens for a sunday feast? or wait, is my definition of war formed around subordinate messages that my heart is sending my brain and earthquakes of my cuticles are splitting the fibers thin and wide, parasites are slithering their way between nuclei and cellular respiration is just fancy terminology for the energy i'm burning away on breathing.
tendons pulled from my fibula are being used as rubber bands and machine guns and maybe even to hang my swing from the bedroom window. a writer is a no good son of a bitch, abusin
Our Dream, One Perfect RealityOur Dream, One Perfect Reality9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You remain still; as I continue to hold;
The beautiful figure that contains;
All you are.
All that is heard.
But if you could only hear,
All that is inside;
Such love can not always be spoken,
Your head turns,
As I fall deep into your eyes,
"Doesn't this just seem like a dream?"
A dream I never want to end.
Could this perfection not be real?
If this all, a dream;
I never wish to wake,
Maybe I won't have to;
SomeoneSomeone11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I turned my back
and someone stabbed me.
I looked away
and someone raped me.
and someone betrayed me.
and someone killed me.
I walked blind
and someone misled me.
I wanted death
and life pursued me.
I lived in hell
while heaven evaded me.
I was scared
so someone destroyed me.
and someone turned them to nightmares.
and someone caused me to fail.
and someone relished it.
and someone stole my innocence.
and someone rejected me.
and someone took pleasure.
and no one was there.
Happy birthday EdwardEdward walks into Barnes and Noble on his 107th birthday, looking totally hot as usual. He is wearing a white shirt and black jeans that look amazing with his white skin and bronze hair. His eyes are gold and surrounded by dark, purple shadows but he still looks amazing.Happy birthday Edward7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Edward walks to the New Release section to pick up a copy of the book The Host. He goes over to the shelf and stands next to a twilight fangirl with short, blond hair and blue eyes who is looking at The Host too and is quite peeved because she bought her copy for seventeen dollars at Target and the ones in front of her are fourteen.
The blond haired girl looks over at Edward, looks back at the book, and then back over at Edward. He looks down at her and smiles his amazing, crooked smile which almost makes her swoon. She is dazzled. Thats when she realizes, its Edward Cullen!!!
Fangirl: Oh my Cullen!!! Oh my CULLEN!!! OH MY CULLEN!!! Youre Edward Cullen!!! *Screams* Im talking to Edward Cullen!!!
Ode to George HarrisonIts been a long timeOde to George Harrison8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
since youve been gone.
All things must pass, they say
they didnt know that I need you.
I try to look for my inner light,
my cloud 9
but Im just a poor little girl
and Ive got my mind set on you.
All those years ago,
when you was fab
you seemed larger than life itself.
But the buzz came and took you away,
away to the lord
because you really wanted to know him
and to go with him.
The night has seen me wide awake
and all Ive done is think of you.
I thought Id make it,
the day you went away
but I cant make it
its all too much for me to take.
Its not the same with out you
even though I can still feel you here
still it only takes time,
before I can open my heart again
Theres a whole lot of love
shaking inside of me
like a dark horse running on a dark race course
I must figure out why its there
while my guitar gently weeps
Hear me lord,
help me lord please
to rise a little higher
.remember when..remember when.10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
remember when we used to play
hide and seek and laugh all day
remember when we used to say
there is nothing prettier than the light of day
remember when we used to talk
about dreams about life, when we'd take a walk
remember when, way back then
we lived to see and fall asleep to the perfect sunset
remember when, you used to smile
and the world could stop revolving,
and tears could rain down from the clouds
remember when we could barely understand
why it was fun to kiss and hold my hand
remember when we used to fly
and live our life and never cry
we believed staring at the sun would make us blind
and being a responsible was no fun, and an awful state of mind
remember when we used to feel that way?
wondering why everyone was sad when someone passed away.
remember when we were innocent
remember when it was taken away
remembering is all we have left
remember when we used to play?
confusionCant take all this confusion,confusion8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sick of this illusion,
Fuck all these empty promises,
Words have become meaningless,
So sick of listening to these lies,
Wanna be with you,
But not gonna jeopardize my happiness,
Not ready for the risk of getting hurt again,
Dont think I ever will be,
Put these walls up around me,
Not willing to take them down,
Dont bother trying to undo them,
Youre not gonna get anywhere with me,
I just dont care anymore,
Sorry but Ive been hurt before,
So badly that I still haven't recovered,
Only enough to hide it,
I want you, I need you,
But I dont want to need you,
Leave me alone before you hurt me,
Come back into my life before you leave me,
I love you,
I hate you,
Confusion has become my life
Subtle DifferencesIve known you for years.Subtle Differences7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
You say were soul mates, you and I. You say that were spirit twins. Is that really true?
Youre a sweet little thing. Thin and petite. You have mysterious black eyes that prevent others from reading your soul. Your long brown hair fall in curls around your pale skin, hiding the expression you want to hide. Your fingers are thin, light, delicate. They flutter all over the place, as if unsure of where to land. I know that feeling, I sympathize with those fingers. Your wrists are weak. They werent meant to be brutal. You cant throw a punch to save your life. You were meant to draw beautiful things, conveying thoughts into colors, and shaping ideas into elegant lines. Your nose is narrow, and slightly upturned. Its cunning, proud. You stick your cute little nose in the air and strut around like a queen as your eyes dance with amusement.
Me? Im the taller, lankier girl who hovers awkwardly in the background. My brown ey
Why So Quiet God?She's crying for youWhy So Quiet God?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to save her children.
They are dying.
She is dying.
She prays and prays and prays
and weeps and weeps and weeps
and mourns and mourns and mourns
their quiet passings.
She whispers to the heavens.
TattooScars and markings,Tattoo6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
held as taboo.
Burns and cuts,
a worthless tattoo.
Symbols of cults,
of dreams and stories.
All shall halt,
no scars are drawings.
Religious and worshipped,
by the ones who are masked.
Each symbol, a prayer,
through skin that will rust.
Through wounds, red bleeds,
from veins of blue.
To deform a story,
create a tattoo.
imitating lifeif it's too brokeimitating life6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
don't fix it
pick apart the problems
put the pieces on exhibit
see, my pen breathes & bleeds
because my heart beats too afraid
mistakes made into art
in an attempt to trick my trade
a steady fade away from focus
on the flaws that frame this feeling
fact lacks the impact that makes
fiction so appealing
and an admission's less revealing
(w)rapped in a rhymer's guise
private parts don't rank so major
when they've been generalized
All diameters specified,
and written compositions
from those passed who testified
Limbs encased, and set aside
Windows to the hell inside,
The clash of when my pen collides
Among bass lines of hearts beating
Diseased seedlings dreaming
Screaming poems from tree leaf
doused in pen ink that compose
a foes defeating.
Clear and vivid harmful images,
enthroned in tablets depicted
in words fallen slowly
from my sickened grips
deadly when in melody
released in increments
The Inevitable Fuck PoemThe Inevitable Fuck Poem.The Inevitable Fuck Poem8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fuck the sand people,
and fuck them right now,
and fuck the camels too,
for a fucking fight,
if we fuck to fast,
we'll be fucked in the ass,
but the fucking fuck has to go,
its why we launched the fucking rocket,
to fuck them in their holes,
they hide in the fucking mountains,
and they hide in the fucking caves,
but what they forget, is our fucking ways,
we've got fucking weapons,
that can fuck them fucking for fucking days,
its a great fucking storying,
of fucking them up,
we fucked them so much,
they fucked right off to hide,
now they're fucking hiding,
as we fucking try,
so fucking the fucking fuckers,
and fuck their friends too,
anyone who fucks with us,
is bound to be fucked up too,
we can fuck you up,
its what we fucking do,
were fucking soldiers,
were paided fucking too,
we've got fucking guns,
and our fucking bombs,
fucking planes too,
so try us fucking on,
we've got a fucking army,
that is trained to fuck you up,
so when you all fucked up,
HansonHanson10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who are they?
"We're just three brothers who want to make
Well, That is who they are,
and this is who they aren't:
They are not gay.
They are not a boyband;
Though they are boys who are in a band.
They are not long-haired.
They are not girls.
They don't have high voices.
Have you heard of puberty?
Yeah, they have too.
They may have a song called, "MMMBop,"
from way back when,
but people change, they mature,
and so do their ideas.
Their music has evolved,
right along with their appearances,
and their voices.
Flashback to 1997:
"What do you reckon you'll be doing five years
"I hope we'll still be doing music, you know, and
even for the rest of our live. We'll do music."
Flashforward, to the present time, 2004:
Seven years later,
They are still doing music.
What do you call that?
Now, in 2004,
One in his second year of marriage, with a ch
My AffairI appreciate your willingnessMy Affair6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to forgive me and take me back,
but I didnt say
I was coming back.
Im sorry I hurt you,
broke all the promises
encircling the third
finger of my left hand,
but I don't need the
excuses of hormones
or mid-life; I knew
what I was doing.
Yes, hes gone.
You tell me with
pity that he made
a fool of me,
but I see the
triumph in your eyes,
the joy in my
your face, that
over the heartbreak
that I so thoroughly
deserve for making
Yes, hes gone.
Yes, Im broken,
my heart in pieces,
dust and ashes.
But if I met
him on the street
Id do it all
Sunshine morningSunshine morning6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The sunlight is pouring through the gap in the curtains. The light slapping me in the face and blinding me. I snap out of my daydream. My attention is drawn to your unconcious body next to me. You're asleep. How I envy you. Blinking rapidly to clear the black spots in my vision, I remember your midnight promise. You said you'd stay awake. Because I never slept. Looking down at you, your body slightly curved towards mine, I smile softly. Lets hope it's the only promise you break.
Sliding slowly out from underneath your deadweight arm, I make my way to your bathroom. I know where it is by now. As I open the door I cannot ignore my appearance, the mirrored walls highlighting my insomnia. Dark black rings circle my bloodshot eyes. I wasn't wearing any make-up. My pale hair is sticking up at odd angles. It makes me smile because it reminds me of how little kids draw the sun. It's the same colour too.
My stomach growls, bringing me back to reality. I don't want to eat but I know I have to if
Romeo Without a CauseRomeo Without a Cause10 years ago in Teen More Like This
Watching him breathing next to me is like a lava lamp. Entrancing. I just can't look away. He's so beautiful with that film of dew and sweat on him, I want to kiss it off and lick my lips. To taste his sweetness again is it's own golden euphoria.
He always calls himself pasty, but with the dying light of early morning illuminating his face he looks like some sort of holy god of the underworld. An angelic Hades who still struggles in English class (hopefully thinking of me).
He's not a distraction like everyone says. He's the love of my life at age 16. Almost 17.
I came into school with the wrong haircut and jeans that were baggy and unfashionable. But y'know what? When he tugged my silk shirt and handed me the paper-mache heart he stole from the art room I melted. Right into his James Dean-wannabe tight jeans and white shirt.
He still smells like illegal cigarettes and the flowers he put in my hair.
The morning lark? I pray it be the nightingale because my curfew is twelv
MotherMother6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She keeps magic in her pockets
tied to the strings of red woolen mittens
and hidden deep in tiny shells -
polished like sea glass
the soft burr of color closing over her eyes
as she gazes out at the dawn
creeping coral and rose over the garden gate
while the curl of fragrant tea steeps the morning into something ripe.
She is a trickster and spins gold
out of your bad dreams
and secrets she keeps for you
hidden in a garden that only blooms at midnight
where she tells you stories of dragons
and feeds you oranges and chocolate
laid out on lace, and china plates
collected from sandmen and angels
who got caught in the rain and lost their way
coming home from the stars.
She gathers your wishes in her apron
and stores them in a cedar chest -
wood fragrant from smoke and rain
the heady scent of lingering autumn -
worn in the soft hollow over her heart,
knowing their worth is more than kingdoms
or legends invented by princes and seers,
tracing your childhood on their fragile edges.
Hey, I love youHey.Hey, I love you6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Yeah, my Lab partner,
My best friend,
The only one I can talk to.
I love you.
I love your eyes,
And that smile you make when youre happy.
I love your dimples,
And your laugh,
And maybe even your tears.
I love it when you hug me,
Because youre always warm,
Even in the dead of winter,
Even when Im cold.
I love that youre smart,
But you still need help.
So you ask me.
I love the butterflies that come when I see you,
And the way Im warm and happy.
I love the spark in your eye
When you figure something out.
So I cant wait to tell you
That I love you,
So you know why Im always blushing
When I see you.
the things we'll never say.1.the things we'll never say.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
snakes crawl out of my mouth,
hands like sleep waiting silently
for me to give into them.
i toss words like rocks
across my tongue, skipping
across the lake, and we reach,
hands outstretched, for the sun
but it's a shame it's all empty.
listen, if you loved me, you
wouldn't try to fix me.
if you loved me, you'd paint
butterflies across the wall
to make me smile. listen,
if you loved me, you'd give
me handrails to hold onto
on the way down. you'd tell me
that right now, i'm a caterpillar
(but that caterpillars become
if you loved me,
you'd love me broken, too.
sure, you could say
i'm beautiful. sure,
you could say you love me.
but if you were silent,
maybe you could connect
the dots and find my heart in
it, somehow. maybe
you could open your hands
and i'd find all my dreams
in the lines.
so don't speak.
words won't ever say enough.
your first mistake was meeting
me, oceans in the stars and
whispers in our ears. we crossed
boundaries as if t
CelestialCelestial6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
unclasp your girdle of stars
and show me your world.
WanderlustWanderlust6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want us to ride a tiger,
fur sleek with sandalwood,
out through the bamboo forests
under paper lanterns
and firecrackers that snap the night.
We will ride him bareback
through market stalls of blue tile,
on magic carpets of indigo
and let hennaed fingers
run through our hair
and taste saffron on the summer breeze
that blooms like red orchids.
We will hunt for jade eggs and silver combs
along the silk road
and let our feet find their way to Kathmandu
where we can hear the shimmer of brass bells
and feel the shiver of glass beads
sparkling the dark and our skin,
exploding the night in warm honey.
I want us to steer a sloop
sails unfurled like music
into the green flash of Islamorada
and search for flying fish
among the coral fans and spiny urchins.
We will sleep upon warm sand
through the deep velvet of night
under Casuarina trees
and let steel drum music
lull us to sleep
and taste the rich fire of cane rum
that comes in tin cups.
We will get our cards read and fortunes told
under a pa
THE EVENT HORIZONTHE EVENT HORIZON10 years ago in Horror More Like This
Some nights you will find me in bed with my eyes wide open, completely unmoving except a faint heartbeat and shallow breathing. At times, I will have the clarity of mind to turn the lights on, and then I can nearly sleep again.
I can't fully explain what it did to me, let alone tell you what I saw. You know this about me; I never could boast a solid understanding of human psychology. It makes sense somewhere in the back of my mind, but it escapes words, any coherent rationalization. Then again, what if I could tell you? Somehow bring you to the same understanding that I have?
What if I could?
For the most part, the spectators that assembled around ground zero the next day simply left shaking their heads and wondering, "What sort of thing could have done this?" and then on to dinner, and the evening news. It would come up in conversations later, as if its existence and purpose were no more significant than any othe