Dear Boy Who Broke My Heart.Dear You,Dear Boy Who Broke My Heart. in Short Stories More Like This
Remember back when we used to walk along the beach when the sun went down and the stars and moon turned the sea silver.
You said "The stars make your eyes glow" so softly and sweetly that it made us stop walking and just stare at each other as the waves blissfully crashed into the waves.
That sound stays with me, does it stay with you?
I hope you never forget that I spent helping you clean your house before your parents got home.
I spent forever trying but failing to clean the bathroom floor when you burst in with a camera.
I still have the photos, One with you carrying me on your back through the kicthen, us both laughing til our chest hurt.
Another one with me, foam smeared on my cheeks, and my nose. You were leaning in and kissing me softly on the lips while I was trying to get the foam in your hair.
One more showed you carrying two cups of tea, looking like a maid with your mothers lacy apron.
I sometimes flick through them for inspiration, I think about if you think abou
ComplainingWe are forever complainingComplaining in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and they are forever explaining.
When they speak anonymously, we ask for a name.
When they say their name, we put them to shame.
When they say something stupid, we question their validity.
When they speak intelligently, we tell of their stupidity.
When they go right, they must go left.
When they go left, it's always a threat.
When they are inside, they lose their sense.
When they're outside, the games commence.
When they want peace, they are all whimps.
When they declare war, we put them on the level of chimps.
When the flower blooms, it doesn't have enough color.
When the flower dies, we need them to plant another.
When they give us water, we crave wine.
When we are drunk, water seemed perfectly fine.
When they live, it's all gone to shit.
When they die, their presence is missed.
When they sing, they are all off key.
When they sing well, we refuse the ticket fee.
The Battle of ConcordThe Battle of Concord in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who will fire first?
Who will awaken the worst?
There's a dire lack of water,
and an unquenchable thirst.
There's nothing that stumbles
among the flat grounds,
but this is why we will crumble.
Is the world not round?
We all hold our guns ready.
We will all hold our ground.
We know exactly what must be said
but nobody can make a sound.
We all are nothing but virgins to peace,
and we show no such lust.
When you watched Jesus die,
who did you think you could trust?
A woman walks between us,
she begs us to stop.
There are crumbs where we need crust,
and the first tear slowly drops.