About a boy,I could stand here forever alone in this rain
Counting the cloudbursts that fell over me
Arctic, Trickling down my spine.
I had this dream ,
That We faded in.. chasing cranes
Youd count them each time they hit the floor
And just stare as if a part of you had fallen apart.
(Always the Gray ones. )
I would hold your hand so tight, because I was afraid you would Really fall apart.
There we were, standing with fallen cranes.
After a while they turned black;
And Youd fade away.
Id close my eyes and pretend you were still there
See, I could never find you through these tears.
Ive imagined the way you would.
Youd wrap your arms around my mind,
You felt so warm,
Strange and beautiful.
Youd kissed my neck, I kissed your fingertips.
Its The way your eyes smiled, as you fell asleep.
I cant find, Forever in your eyes
I forgot to forget you.I forgot to forget you. in Free Verse More Like This
Once you told me you didn't like the way I curl myself towards you
And that I shouldn't walk with my feet facing the other because it was childlike
I took the long way home that night thinking about what you said, staring at my feet
Forcing them to point forward. Every time they disobeyed I pinched myself till my thighs were anesthetized,
So now I cant feel my legs.
Ive always written the words youve said to me and posted them around my room,
I'd bite my lip, as the sun hit the L in useless,
Us-(e)-less. Imaging the way the words rolled off your tongue
That day I found you sitting on the edge of my bed reading your words,
The sunlight hit your nose as you stared at that L in useless.
Your top lip quivered as your bottom lip cringed
You pulled them down
I called you the next day,
You had the voice of last years cough
And your phone
paper thin whispers.Display any old sentences, and i'll secretly fall apart.paper thin whispers. in Free Verse More Like This
I'm unspeakably numb.
between black smoke and white umbrellas, silence ran away.
your arms wrapped around my mind
Behind ears ,
With paper thin whispers.
There are wet footprints on the floor, after dry rain.
Silhouettes under the window sil
warm, peppered words slept underneath your eyes
seething through your lips, you've erased me.
grief table stumbles
a l e
l v r
e n O
I need all of you.
"I cant find forever in your eyes
I will leave you while they're dry."
In This bulletproof glass with eyes closed
still hard to say whats going on.
with fingers roaming through tears
S t a y
Helpless and beautiful.
Love in ResponseWhen I say I love you,Love in Response in Free Verse More Like This
I say it because...
you make each breath I take
You make me feel as if I'm living for a purpose,
not just searching for an answer I can't find.
You cast away the demons of my past
with every tight-knit hug
and every gentle kiss.
I say it
because you don't realize you mean the world to me,
and because I can't hope to sum it up
in just five lines of words across a computer screen.
When I say I love you,
I'm hoping you can look beyond the phantoms in my eyes
and into the heart of every moment spent with you.
I say it
because it's as close to honest as I can get sometimes,
and I don't want to push you away...
:It's All the Little Things:It's glitterglue:It's All the Little Things: in Free Verse More Like This
and birthday cards that are three years old
lost within the rubble
of makeshift family portraits
and one-thousand keys
you can't hope to match to any lock you own.
It's ten bucks in the pocket
of holey jeans you were about to throw away,
a head-bobbing tune on the radio
that might someday make you cry
but only reminds you of his grin right now.
It's baby-blues the size of Texas
and a remember-me ribbon clashing with your bubblegum pink nails
as life turns the wheel in your direction
and lands on love.
It's those bubble gum wrappers that you collect
and form a wide range of different shiny colors
and fuity, minty, exotic scents
that you can't help but love
those little papers of nothing.
It's those small coffee shops that seem minuscule
compared to starbucks
but they bake those apricot coffee cake that
remind you of home and the clear country skies
that you can never find unless you're in farmer country.
It's those small origami stars
that shimmer like the summer sun ag
foggy windows, better promises"it only hurts a little,"foggy windows, better promises in Free Verse More Like This
you tell her in muted tones of love,
thread trailing from her baby tooth
in trickles of pinkandgreenandpurple
(she's always wanted to be a faerie.
you figure now's the perfect chance
to make the impossible seem real).
and you yank
and you pull
and she's screaming like she did
the night the opposums ate her in her dreams.
and you try,
but her alligator tears make you ache
so you pull the yarn from her unwedged
(but still loose)
and hug away her sobs.
and growing up are similar:
you can't force them to happen.
they just do.
"it only hurts a minute,"
voice strained with the art
of sounding wise
when the windows have fogged around you
and she's got shadows in her eyes.
(red cherries chipped
from black-edged nails,
knuckles white against your navy tee)
keep distance between you
and the breaths she's heaving make you fumble
as you twirl her wavy hair.
she's saying no
--Fate--the hands of destiny have never been kind.--Fate-- in Free Verse More Like This
they twist you up
and twirl you down
and leave you gasping in the wake of
even when you realize
that nothing's ever gonna be the same.
but this form of fate isn't yearning
for something grander than chocolate bars
and black-tie affairs.
this is one of those moments
when the world simply stops
and lets the heart beat in sync with his name.
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Pain is the color of a starless galaxy.
It sounds like the squeakings of a rusty gate
and tastes like acid tears.
It smells like mildew and rotting fruit
and looks like rips in a beating heart.
Pain makes you feel weak.
Heartache is the color of a wilting rose.
It sounds like glass shattering upon concrete
and tastes like sour, curdled milk.
It smells like watered-down sorrow
and looks like a hotel's flashing vacancy sign.
Heartache makes you feel forgotten.
Depression is the color of falling rain.
It sounds like a smile too forced to be felt
and tastes like salt.
It stinks of angry words and muted screams
and looks like an age-worn teddy lying in a corner.
Depression makes you feel alone.
Time is the color of sepia-toned photographs.
It sounds like sand being sifted through fingers
and tastes o
blame the sandmandear paradise girl:blame the sandman in Free Verse More Like This
you have seaweed in your hair
and your eyes are painted with mother-of-pearls.
the sand between your toes
has crusted over
and when i place my head against your chest,
because i can't find a heartbeat.
and you laugh,
a clogged-up gurgle,
because you know that i've forgotten what you're made of.
you don't have a pulse.
i hear the rhythm of blue waves beneath your skin.
dear paradise girl:
you have crabs clipped to your earlobes
and you wear seagull feathers for a dress.
there are blue-kelp tattoos across your shoulders
and a ring of suction-cup stars around each ankle,
and when you move,
you move like water.
and when you wrap your arms around me,
i draw back in fear
because your skin molds to mine like mud...
and you grin,
a snaggle-toothed vision,
because you know i've forgotten once again.
your skin is cool and clammy
and i can't stand to hug you
anymore than i can chew on sand.
dear paradise girl:
you're crying grains of salt
and the b
--Radio--It's playing our song again,--Radio-- in Free Verse More Like This
love mixed with lust and
a taste of cherry-tinted lipstick
stuck to the mirror.
I can't find your voice
in the jangles that startle me anymore;
I think you might have faded
into background noise
and memories I'll never drag back out
of dusty boxes.
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moldy bread and sour milk.
a good day gone wrong.
pinstripes, needle pricks;
faceless men in dark jackets.
bleeding in a grave.
dry chocolate cream,
a white shirt stained strawberry.
a klutz in need.
hurt children, crying;
the monster that lives in me.
change in the making.
broken hearts, dying;
a scream following sunset.
a body and tears.
cuts and short movies;
horror, gore, and depression.
a habit to break.
emos and goth freaks.
spiked hair, earrings, black shirts. well...
you asked what i like.
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please, bite your tongue. draw the stain of red from your lying words and release my fingertips; even after all this time, i can't escape the past. you ruined me, don't you get it? you plucked guitar strings wisely and made me fall for your e-flat without taking a breath. i wish it were as easy for me, stuck in the midst of your "i know i was wrong," but i can't fathom your depth with one hand and i refuse to leap this time around. don't you get it? i'm just now finding the truth of myself locked beneath the grime of your touches; i know you never loved me, so why put on this charade? you just want what's easy, but i won't be that blind-hearted soul anymore. and if you don't get it, this is me, walking away. and no, i don't mind it if i'm leaving you shattered. i don't think you ever felt me there, anyway.
you think t
::shattered soaring soul::she whispers sequins and sparkles::shattered soaring soul:: in Free Verse More Like This
as you dream up her world,
bubblegum chapstick flavoring your tongue
as you sweep kisses down her sides.
the bruises are striking on her skin,
marble and spilled ink erupting like your words
as you spout promises you'll never keep.
"it'll be okay.
you'll be okay.
she knows you'll never keep them
(promises with such a heavy burden
are quick to stray from idle tongues
and leave behind their heartache),
but she listens anyway
as she twirls her fingers through your hair
and dreams of better days.
his palmprint still remains upon her waist,
fingerprints stretching like chains
toward the places she never let him touch,
the scars she never lets you see.
you whisper promises
and her veins scream for relief,
for just one chance to breathe...
because he drowned her in his cruelty
and she can't catch her gasps with you.
you've lifted her above the clouds,
but all she sees is the wreck that she's become.
all she hears are her scared so
I Love You MoreHe said, I bet ifI Love You More in Free Verse More Like This
I ate fireflies,
I'd light up something
wonderful and special
and then I'd be the perfect
man you'd always want.
She grimaced, said to
stop reading Alice in
Wonderland, to stop
being such a dreamer,
stop talking in abstract
ideas and nonsensical prose.
It's. Not. Healthy.
He hand wrote a little
chapbook for her, poems
and thoughts, his deepest.
Pricked his finger,watching in
fascination as the sanguine
liquid dripped, splatter small
in the corner of the cover page.
She would always have a piece
of his heart near-by.
He found it abused and dogeared
through use of neglect in corners
of forgotten grooves in bookcases.
Your poetry is tired and abusive
to the English language,
name dropping doesn't make you
any weightier and let the piece
breathe just once, for goodness sakes.
Stop using so many friggin commas.
Periods can be your friend too,
she said. He propped his head up
on his bent arm, cheek mussing out of
shape. Really now? he
sleep deprive not this heartyour photograph speakssleep deprive not this heart in Free Verse More Like This
to me in waves of
volumes that fills bookshelves
bare once, brimming to teetering
levels - I want to touch
your face, to laugh
for the joke you'll say and
stare until you ask me
what it is and I'll just
say, with bated breath,
It was a dream before
that woke me to you
and I'm wondering if
I'm dreaming another
dream... scared to wake.
Asleep or No..."If I could capture allAsleep or No... in Free Verse More Like This
the beauty in the world, I
think I would die from
euphoria," you told me while
I just swelled up, expulsion of
liquid overflowing these tiny tear
ducts and I realized you had
reeled me in from my single-man
voyage in the middle of ocean mouth
canvas wide, brush strokes yearning
for touches and caresses from your
artistic arm length stretches, all for
a chance to show me that those greeting cards,
teddy bears, ribbons and sloppy
kisses aren't overrated, it's not a
lie - stark familiarity isn't a bad thing
and kissing you is ever better.
You hate me, you told me, when I
make it feel like a thousand fireworks
are bursting inside your cheeks making
that smile last and happen so strongly because
you know fireworks don't last forever.
I tell you to think about them like fire-burst,
walking on the sun; they die out never and
when I tickle you like this, I can't seem to get
tired never of your gosh gorgeous laugh
that's so infectious, I'm having trouble resisting
They Say Budapest Is Lovely...She came into the cafe, ordered aThey Say Budapest Is Lovely... in Free Verse More Like This
lowfat something, sat crossing legs; skirt
was short, legs were smooth and she
was all types of stunning bathing in afternoon
sunlight. Pulled a chair and sat across from
her, said, "I know you from somewhere,
you're so familiar." "I'm every girl
you never talked to," she said. "How
bout the lips?" I asked. She tapped
them, "Every pair you never got the guts
to kiss." I leaned over, we kissed for a
moment, sat back, talked about
politics, named dropped Sarah and Barack
till we both disclosed we were bored,
hated politics and politicking.
Moved on to travels, said for you to come with me to
Budapest. You said, "Haven't had a bath in
weeks." Got me a lowfat, double shot something
to go, we skipped the joint and headed for the airport.
Cities looked like bioluminescent beings in the twilight
hour at that height, the smell of her hair swept
over my shoulder relaxed me, cleared my mind some.
Watched her steady rhythm breathing as I realized
I didnt ev
The Beautiful People...Smoke screens and plastic scenesThe Beautiful People... in Free Verse More Like This
doctored up served orders
of grandiose greatness, but
the hot air was weighed in
as substantial and the
I think you believed..
Don't be caught
One of you, the pretty
movie stars isn't one
of you, the realness,
flesh and blood, cellulite
you fight while enslaved
to fast lifestyles,
tight schedules, even tighter
jeans you fight to get in.
ain't too great.
Wash your hands, girl.
You're worth more than
liposuctions and Dolce &
Gabbana dresses hung
neatly in lockers while
they take a sauna. They
had to work to
be so beautiful.
Send your mom a
thank you note;
you were born
Skinny Jeans, The Scene...Credits rolled up toSkinny Jeans, The Scene... in Free Verse More Like This
Fear and Loathing,
saw you take a stand
and I had an impulse
to grab hold your hand.
Eyes met, your fingers
slid in mine, talked about
Depp and you mentioned he
was so fine, would cover him in
Butterscotch, lick him clean.
I said you were
You said I know
you so well.
Walked into a cafe,
unknown small town something,
talked of your love of
Jazz, me of Indie and
we both weren't looking
forward to the movie,
said Harrison Ford's too
old and what's his name's
name is too hard to name.
Never caught your name,
you never cared bout mine,
and I paid for our
espressos, wired, the night
Clubs were so cliché,
we were so trendy,
electro-rockin' kids like
us need something with
more substance, caught a
late show of The Kills,
hung out with the scene,
you identified me as Real,
I called you Magic
as we found ourselves
stumbling on downtown
streets with no alcohol
in our ve
Memorandums Lost Somewhere...We sat leaning backs to each other, staring out intoMemorandums Lost Somewhere... in Free Verse More Like This
the night sky on moist grass, warm air.
"Why is it so hard to say, 'I love you',
to someone for the first time, and so
hard to mean it a year later?" I asked.
We hugged our knees and let
the wind's breeze kiss our faces.
"Because, we're human, maybe," she said.
"Because, our voice box has a hard time
getting the right frequencies together to make
that wonderful sound to someone the first go around."
I fiddled with my glasses.
"Because, maybe, our heart's wandered around
the globe without us, finding new loves,
new distractions, new fancies, and it stopped
sending the memo to our voice box.
Our voice box never let go, but our heart's
did so long ago. Maybe, maybe, she said.
I heard the sound of her tongue licking her
lips. "Yeah, maybe, maybe," I said.
"That sounds good, yeah."
with numbers and spreadsheets-no one understands why whaleswith numbers and spreadsheets- in Free Verse More Like This
make up conclusions, the string of letters
their name legitimizes statements as
while you lack the procession of obedient
no one understands reasons you conjure for
you love him, doesn't seem right, simply
more conclusive findings are needed, dear
saying "cause I love him" is simply not good
Holy Water or, exoneratedChurch bellsHoly Water or, exonerated in Free Verse More Like This
Stained glass windows
sparkle bright in heavenly
morning light, prisms, spheres
the apostles glorified.
The power of
Christ compels you!
The power of
Christ compels you!
He splashes holy water
on the boy, cr
Fiction Non-FictionI called us all fictionFiction Non-Fiction in Free Verse More Like This
characters, waiting for the
writer to put the final period
down, close the book, tuck
it away on the shelves,
the highest one where you need
a ladder and it's never to be found.
The world likes conflict,
so it makes sense, our
life so fictionalized and beautified,
I suppose, for the readers, watchers
to gorge themselves with;
we're so entertaining, this is the
Your teeth chatter, the cold
demands our attention with
sharp wind blast assaulting our
exposed cheeks turning red.
Blood rushes to my face when
we hide in an alleyway, say
warmth feels good.
You say something, burrowing
your face in my chest as
I dream of Eskimos having tea in
the middle of ice, wonder if they
have sex or fights or just live
with smiles on their faces
like in the magazines and cartoons.
You frown. You say I think in animation too
much and I think reality is too boring
or scary, whichever works for the situation;
today it's scary.
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