the vowelasaurusa -the vowelasaurus in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
a massacre of morals,
prefixes are arming our world
with pros and cons, benefit of the doubt
is that death is near; spelled out in numbers
the world is losing the nile river, the panama canal,
the beauty of the grand canyon is locking away the fears of
dictators of love and inventors of hate. they found us behind you.
easy way out.
of nothing, this is
taking the e of of sex
and solving for x and finding s
and using it to spell shit and dividing by us
and equaling you and i am finding out that the letter
e is being taken out of love and we are left with lov and
i am using that e to add to to my double l, with an h because
this is just pure hell.
i credit you
the benefit of
the doubt when i
tell you that cautious
has i o u. i owe you. and
what the hell do i owe you
besides a reminder of when i
bowled with your uvula, a catastrophic
event leading to the loss of the swish alps,
neutrality at its peak of disaster, the ozone layer
is writing an essay on the task of being go
i'm stillforming infinities from teardrops, calculating mind blowing possibilities from your slurred out words, running fingers through coarse piles of carcasses piled centuries high, mountains filled with emotions, i am creating a whole new hemisphere, a whole new planet, fuck pangaea when i can create my own war stricken, poverty thriving, judgmental hell hole we call planet earth.i'm still in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i've always beensand paper running down your spine behind sycamore trees five hundred miles from where we first made love, scathing insects trickling between your ear drums, blood oozing from tear ducts, placid reminders of fortified nothings and beautiful shells of locus, such as the hummingbird skull earrings i adored you with for your seventeenth birthday.i've always been in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we're just run on sentencesi am camera eyes, taking snap shots of holy hemorrhages out east behind the ruins of a city full of liars and lovers and red wild flowers plastered under the noon tide sun.we're just run on sentences in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we, yes we, are all dying and so why water the grass if it is to just wilt in the sun, why eat if we are to rot under mounds of decomposed remains of the fools before us and oh the lovers strewn out five tombstones apart and a hundred centuries of love all mushed together under the ground in healthy patterns of crucifixes and i can feel it. i really can, when i walk down long dirt roads and along narrowing mountain peaks.
dead sparrows line the windowsill on a glistening morning not far from reality and i can count the snails leeched to the ceiling and the dirt around our cuticles in mere particle displays of how we spend our time digging holes a hundred feet deep and laying our pictures of a once happy time to rest.
i'mbricks blocking us in between the twin towers, screeching insomniacs at half past three am, coughing up secrets doused in blood swarming from your chipped toenails and down the sea shore, collecting spines and vertebrae, this is going to be a very happy un-birthday when i build you a prison from your parents remains.i'm in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
sanguinethe hay is sticking to my fingers.sanguine in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"oh god, what have i done?"
i am greeted with silence, a river of red dancing at my boots. i see the pitchfork, stained crimson at its tines, and my stomach convulses.
her dress is torn, animalistic claws shredding the length of its blue skirt, and her legs scraped raw. i see her face, see what i have done to its beauty, and sink to the floor of the barn until the scent of moist earth fills my nose.
"i'm sorry, i'm so, so sorry." my voice sounds strangled and far away. "elisabeth, forgive me. i'm so, so sorry. i will be a better man, i swear, i will be good to you."
my hands stumble to her wet shoulder, up her reddened neck, and rest on the ruins of her face. "oh god, what have i done?"
she is a ghost, and i am a ghost of my self. i am empty as my stomach heaves its malevolent contents into a mound of hay, and i cry as my fingers stumble over the barn phone, leavin
but when is enough enough?can i tell you now how i've dissipated,but when is enough enough? in Free Verse More Like This
dissolved into the fabric's interstices
swallowed like living pride
i weigh less than i ever have,
i am less than i've ever been,
let's watch as i count every single
calorie in every single
morsel to touch my tongue,
let's see how far i've fallen,
let's see how much i hurt.
how hollow i'm painted these days,
dark shadows gracing the lines
of every feeling i beat,
can you see the way i breathe
conflict with every gasp,
the happiness i bend over backwards
for in hopes of bowing to my breast,
the abandoned fears burning under
my skin, the broken stars boiling beneath
the thin-painted husk of reds and blues
do you feel lovely,
for every scar stretched across my skin,
for every number burning through
it's all for you in
the way that it's not for you at all, just
the way you are
not there for me at all.
people poetry.i told her i missed her and she showed up in a flock of birdspeople poetry. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
and feathers and wings the very next day.
she was in my newspaper bundle and tied with a cord and
i knew right there that i would never walk again if she would be
that beautiful for ever, for that moment.
i told her i loved her and she smiled a little,
and i loved the way my name sounded on her lips,
her tongue tripping up every syllable in my name,
my father's name, his father's name, his father's name,
until it sounded like music,
until it sounded like poetry,
until i thought my heart would cry
because it was so beautiful and i couldn't bear
to kiss her
the same way i couldn't bear not to.
can i touch you, she asked,
and of course i said yes.
do you promise you won't think i'm weird, she asked,
and of course i promised.
i'll probably touch you places you don't expect, she said,
and my heart ran away with a white rabbit down a hole before i could catch its toe
so i nodded and put my hand on the back of hers.
tyler durden.im still sore. you were tootyler durden. in Scraps More Like This
beautiful for me. i wondered
how long it would take
before id change that.
the minute hand
moved maybe eleven times; then,
twenty-nine kisses and two
lumps of lye later, i am
tyler durden and your face is
scarred with the print of
let me introduce myself -
i am a nightmare
and i want you ugly like me.
i am a poison dart frog
and i want to swim in your blood.
i am an elephant
with sadder eyes than stormclouds.
i am useless until i am beautiful
and i will die before i love myself.
i already know that you are
gods gift to mankind even if you dont.
here we just tie our hands together
with our fingers acting like string.
the beautifulest of beautifuls.
the thinnest of thins.
the ugliest of uglies.
here we both bear scars beat into
our skulls like we are some
kind of monster. every time you
kiss me, i believe it even more.
i ask you to slap me, and you do.
you tell me to punch your mouth until
you bleed and so we go to the
emergency room. we tell them you
sanguinetattoos cutting down my legsanguine in Free Verse More Like This
red and running
miles and miles and miles
and never slowing
means nothing nothing nothing nothing
NOTHING so let me go
your fingers dig into tunnels of my skin
and break and break until more thread
and i am left
naked on the floor
until i am emptier
than that heart of mine
glass jarred and fragile
you used to keep.
seaside gifts.this is what i would give to you:seaside gifts. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i would give you sea castles during high tide. i would give you an empty beach and a storm rolling in, the sea flagging the danger and the sky rolling in anxiety. the ocean was deepen to sleet gray and i would be waiting in it, the cotton of my dress soaked to my ankles. we could find release in the storm, slipping the silent killers from our bones to wash out with the dregs of the hurricane. the rain would come in with a crack across the sky and we could hold each other through it. our clothes could be sopping wet and flapping in the wind, but we would be rocks. screaming, kissing, unlocking our chests and letting the elements take us.
this is what i would give to you:
i would give you ocean-salted rooms with open french doors and billowing curtains. i would give you an abandoned home and phones off the hook. i would give you peace and i would hold you while you slept. you would be peaceful in your slumber and i would not say a word. i would press my
graveyard haunt.ten minutes before, and you are holding my hands in concrete parking structures. cars are melting into gray, obscure oblivion and i can taste your heart on the wind. you are whispering words that sound like blank storybooks, pressing truths into my clenched, desperate fists. you kiss my chest and kiss my fingers and you kiss my lips and you kiss my salty eyelashes. i am shaking and pleading and you are straightening my spine. you are a whisper and you are the wind and you are a face in the backseat window. you are taking my humanity and you are leaving my hunger and you are planting needs in my pores and letting me deal with the oncoming weeds. i am dug into the asphalt of the abandoned structure and my leaves are falling to scatter over the rusting cars. i am alone and i can't taste anything but goodbye. i am alone and my veins are cracking for want of water. i am alone and life is a faded dog-eared memory sinking into tidepools in the back of my mind. i am alone and nothing remains bgraveyard haunt. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
bleeding miles, oceans thick_ci speak all these words in one breath. my mind drips- skin falls to pieces and lands in a pair of hands. the rain washes it away and it's gone, but it flickers like lightbulbs. flickers on and off in my stomach, in my head, in my heart. it's a thunderstorm, it's bleeding into waves. i walked down the hallway and kept my hands in my pockets the whole time. i dream inside my dreams. i have dreams in your bedroom that the forests cry. you kiss me until i cry. liquid sadness down my thighs. it's like breathing in space when you're not here.bleeding miles, oceans thick_c in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
(my heart is a drum and my hands cannot keep the beat. my heart is a bird that my bones cannot cage. you are here and you are not. you are breathing the curve of my throat and i am hungry. i walk the halls alone, i press palms to the walls and watch them fall to the ground. i can feel your heat and i am afraid. i am a coal in diamond's cloth; i am a mockingbird with the tongue of a beggar. you press love into my flesh and i recoil in fear. love is a
aurora's melody.sweet dawn-breath washes acrossaurora's melody. in Free Verse More Like This
lily-lips, sweeps over curved necks
and beckons forth murmured hellos
over white-washed cotton linens
curtains flutter through sunshine's
pale fingers, breezes trailing down
exposed spines, wrapping gently
around tender newborn laughter
tangled and loose curls frame slack
faces, twisted sheets roping around
freckled limbs, hearts flowing slowly in
dreamy, languid waves in ocean-chests
mouths sink together for sunrise's
prayer, moving through the hallelujah
with breathless care, cheeks coming to
rest next to one another with a sigh
the world breathes deep, the world
exhales, constellations shift to welcome
two new lights in their midst, whispering
hello as they cradle love in starry palms
silent screams.taste the venom between the smackingsilent screams. in Free Verse More Like This
of twin lips as they break their joint spine
and revel in the sound of death drilling
behind your eyelids until alone is a sound
you think you might want to rest in.
close your heart and button up the shutters
and board up the doors until the wind howls
and the chain is beating against the wood
with a hollow sound like a fist knocking,
but you know better, because no one has
knocked on this door since thirteen hundred
days ago when time was starting and you
had fresh pain[t] and a bright smile.
music hurts in the way of your skin peeling
and love is too bright to even look at and
the voice you want to wrap up to swallow
your breath is strangely missing and no
matter how hard you try, this absence
is just the lack of anything and you can't
drown in nothing no matter how
damn much you want to.
your back is in knots and your head is in
pretzels and you're screaming without making
a sound and crying without dropping a tear
and your flesh is melting all
i sometimes think.my face is a little like myi sometimes think. in Free Verse More Like This
heart, beautiful pieces that
add up to an ugly whole
dear t, love m_cDear M, I used to wonder if the collision of our skin would be the ignition of rapidfire passions, the birth of brilliant starlight in the cold of loneliness, of suffocating space. I used to imagine that the heat of your breath would spill across my tongue, and reignite the cold ashes in my lungs. I used to hope that the sway of my skeleton and the clacking of my bones could be a rhythm you would stay around and dance to. I used to dream of us on moonlit beaches, sleeping on the waves and swimming through the sand. I used to do a lot of things, but your shiver-up-my-spine smile tends to drag my thoughts out to quieter seas.dear t, love m_c in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Dear T, I used to imagine my bones were fractured and chipped in all the wrong ways. I used to think my heart was a poison my body kept rejecting, leaving me on my hands and knees spitting up old relationships, lies and heartache all over my carpet late at night. I used to look at the sun and wish myself blind, stare at the ocean and wish myself ten thousand le
the sun isn't a candle.you never did learn that beauty can't be painted on rotting ship hulls. decaying wood will always smell like the ocean's betrayal and the salted funeral salute of gilded words. swirling acrylics will only mask the bleak gray and bled-dry sinkhole of your chest. so, you can sit there and call yourself the queen of your world, the mistress of mystery and empress of lust, but you're taking on water and sinking fast and the imploding sea around you is the last grave your cat-eyes will ever witness. you're sinking like a stone in your hate and deception and the one hand that would have pulled you back is the one you gnawed off at the wrist.the sun isn't a candle. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you see, you had the sun in the palm of your greased talons, the whole reason for expanding lungs stitched between your pores and you discarded it like secondhand news. you never did realize: he's the cause of the spinning axel and the foundation of rome and the song the stars sing to dusk-covered fields. oh, you were just too blind to absorb his light!
in these words, i will live.this world spins fast, and still, i wonder at how i spin faster.in these words, i will live. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i wonder at how i dredge words up recycled from my lungs and unravel them into the air without care for the final product. i wonder at my love for the act of spinning, for the exhilarating, light-headed feeling i get when exposing every hidden flaw and every not-so-secret desire. you see, i am constantly coughing up my heartache and i have to wonder at the addicted high; the need to tell every sting and every warmth. the need to break open my ribcage and spill out these emotions onto canvas and paper, smearing the colors with dirtied fingertips before moving on.
yet, i do not come and look back at what i have spun; i do not have the time or inclination to come and ponder the mess and the best way at which to fix it. i simply move on. a wildfire with no care for the burnt hillsides in my wake. call me heartless, but i saw the wonder in the young boy's eyes when he saw the flames. call me heartless, but in the heart of my c
life lessons in death.i didn't know what pain was.life lessons in death. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
pain isn't sitting in your room with the music blasting and the world going in slow motion, because your heart's been metaphorically ripped to shreds and society doesn't understand you and your clothes don't fit [in] and your tongue has unraveled and you're too tired to try and pick it up again.
pain isn't watching your friend walk away and your dog lie under the sheets of autumn leaves and throwing your moth-eaten book into the cardboard box next to him, because if you're going to lose one friend then you might as well lose them all and your arms are sore and your chest hurts, but night is coming and somehow you're sure you'll remember how to breathe by then.
pain isn't sitting in the kitchen with your sister sobbing in the corner and the lights being too bright and remembering the way there was a full bottle of vodka on the shelf yesterday morning, and wondering what it's doing broken and empty on the bottom of the kitchen sink when she's screaming so lou
dear dreams.hello broadway, you are looking fabulous today.dear dreams. in Letters More Like This
in your shiney new york city lights, and your glamorous dresses and high heeled shoes. i wish i could walk in them.
hello juno awards, why aren't you lovely!
in your beautiful canadian atmosphere and your wonderful way of letting me know i have succeeded.
and hello to you, too, best sellers list! i never thought i would see you here.
on the cover of my book. that i wrote. by myself.
all by myself.
i have missed you.
a shooting star.
blue skies and sunshine fires.i'll walk for miles if it means getting to see you. i'll travel until my feet are burned from the cobblestones and my stomach is aching from hunger. because the sky is only blue because it is not green, the trees stand so tall because gravity doesn't exist, and i'm only beautiful because you made me this way.blue skies and sunshine fires. in Free Verse More Like This
you created a suicidei introduced myself to disappointment again tonight. accompanied by an old friend, sadness. we loomed under my waterfall of tears, letting them drip down the lips of leaves from my mind's trees. they tasted like salt and rust and the scent still clogs my nose, making it difficult to breathe.you created a suicide in Free Verse More Like This
for a while you had loved me for me, and i you. looking into your old eyes now i see that i could have stopped it. stopped myself from falling in love with you and the sunshine that is your soul. i could have stopped everything in it's tracks and made a choice to never let myself get hurt.
i'm in so much pain, tonight.
disappointment has drowned me in my own tears, a subconcious suicide. i can't find any air pockets and i'm stuck underneath this title wave of a feeling i know i'll never be able to shake. not for a long time. i'm falling apart at the edges, all the while waiting for you to come back, sew me together and kiss me with seam ripper lips and a missing piece in your heart.
i have that man
the ex-stravaganza.happy one year anniversary, old pal.the ex-stravaganza. in Free Verse More Like This
today you turn nineteen, and i must tell you that i love you and you will always and forever be my best friend. it has been exactly a year today that we have first spoken, and i am surprised at how much has changed. i will sit here and cry because i know that i cannot be with you, but i will smile because i know that you're happy, wherever you are tonight. all in all, i love you. and,
i miss you.
happy death day, old man.
in nine more weeks it will be the anniversary of the first day i saw you in person, and if you add ten days onto two months in the future, it will be the anniversary of our first drunk dial and the day you finally asked me out and the first day when i day dreamed of calling you up, a year from then and whispering through miles and miles of phone line "happy one year, i love you."
but today is the anniversary of the day you finally died inside of me. going through my filing cabinet and staring at that picture of us lying on your f
i don't deserve better,there's something amazing about you, but i just can't place it.i don't deserve better, in Free Verse More Like This
maybe its the way you brush your finger against my cheek, lay your head in my lap to take a nap, squeeze my hand as we sing sweet caroline at the top of our lungs in the backseat of my moms car and kiss me just below my ear for no reason at all. maybe its in the way you stare at me with eyes the colour of the sea, press your lips to my shoulder creating chills up my narrow alabaster spine.
it could be in the way you look at me. your goofy little smile when i place my head on your shoulder or when i walk into the room is the cutest thing i've seen all week. the way you pretend my punches hurt and the way you protect me from the silliest things. the way you play your guitar for me and teach me a few chords even though we both know i suck at guitar more than anyone else. the way you sing in my ear and send goosebumps running up an down my arm.
i'm pretty sure it's in the way we just seem to be perfect for eachother. you're a
dear best friend.there is something so beautiful about you. i think thats why i love you.dear best friend. in Letters More Like This
you give me something to think about, to laugh about, to cry about, to rant about. you let me know that i'm actually living and i have a reason to be smiling at all the silly things i do.
you piss me off. you irritate me to no end. you are so god damn self centered and so arrogant and so god damn adorable i can't begin to tell you how many times i would pull down the stars just to see you smile or to get a god damn kiss or hug.
dear best friend,
please don't leave. ever.
a very devoted me.
get higher.our song came on today. you know,get higher. in Free Verse More Like This
the one that i showed you right before you kissed me
for the first time. but you probably
don't remember. and that's okay,
because i'm going to smile at our good times
and everytime you whispered something in my ear and asked me
what i was thinking about. we were a hidden object,
a lost puzzle piece
and it was amazing, and i don't think
it could have gone any better while it lasted.
i won't be crying any more tears because it just doesn't
seem to matter anymore.
i hate the things you did to me. well, no, that's a lie.
i loved the things you did to me. you held me and you
called me yours, and you kissed me with lips that
i never thought could exist. you were my shade from the sun
and my smile in the morning.
i ache to remember, i long to
forget, i live to love once more. i'll watch you
take another drag of the joint that we call
life, and the clouds of smoke will erase your
stop, drop, lose control.your funeral will be full of ghosts.stop, drop, lose control. in Free Verse More Like This
they will lie in the ground next to your miserable corpse and sing you lyrical rhymes in morse code. their bloody hands will ring themselves around your neck, and leave bruises that turn shades of chartreuse and lavender. they will be shaped like spades and diamonds and will have no deeper meaning than of which to say how much you gambled with fate.
your ghost of passion will tell you tales of your heart. it will remind you of the nights you spent with me, lying on the couch. and of the times when we finally realized what we really needed. it will remind you of our kisses and of the way we felt in eachothers arms. it will ignite a new flame that you didn't know you had, since you stopped seeing me.
the ghost of christmas past will tell you that you need to learn to wrap your presence better. make sure you do not seem too careless, and make sure you look neat and tidy and like something jolly ol' saint nick would like to leave for me under a pi
wisdom i do not understand,we as people string along the words we say behind us like the bread crumbs leading us back home. but to our suprise and no avail, we never completely turn around, rewind, go back to where we started. we stay in our mute spots and never know how to move forward. or everytime we go back to start, we do not collect two hundred dollars. we just fuck up over and over again, hoping that someone out there can help us get it right.wisdom i do not understand, in Free Verse More Like This