Dirty LaundryLoading up the washing machine, and my mind is sprawling around in several destinations far from this cramped room. I spritz my clothes- no, actually I drench them with that spray- the kind that's supposed to work miracles on any stain before the affect fabric even goes in the washer. This was my favorite shirt. My favorite shirt. I'm just not thinking today, am I?
The cotton feels good on my fingers, even though I'm stuffing it roughly into the machine. And all the towels...I didn't learn it until I'd moved out, but Mom was right: washing towels and clothes in the same load led to an outright ungodly amount of lint stuck in everything. I pause. Do I really want to do two separate loads?
Yeah, why not? Water begins to fill up, and I'm dousing it with that lovely detergent that smells so good and pure.
I sit down opposite the machine and just stare at it for a while. It rumbles pleasantly, numbly, and my mind drifts. What a nice sound, surely one could just meditate with i
She Was a Stormcloudshe was a stormcloud, and you loved her,She Was a Stormcloud in Free Verse More Like This
and the two of you took walks and wore
nothing but promises,
broken chains and
strands of pinkish pearls.
and the two of you kissed under trees that attracted silver lightning
(metal branches scraped the sky, and you, always faithful,
tipped your coat over her head to keep her dry.)
but she never stayed that way.
in an instant, she had whirled into the rain
and danced without clothes,
and she left you
with the pain of frostbite on your naked skin
where you trusted her to kiss you warm,
and you thought you heard her laughter
when the sun came out again the next day,
and the next.
she was a stormcloud, and you loved her,
and you didn't know it at the time but
(and they never
...and so i gave you thisyou asked me for a poem....and so i gave you this in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes i fall in love with words
and wish that words
would fall for me.
you want a poem? how about the darkness of the morning
when the sun still rubs the night from his eyes,
the dew on the grass and how your feet jump from the itch.
how about the laughter of a creek or the roar of the ocean,
there, that's a poem.
you want a poem?
ask me about watermelon kisses
or how a blackberry whispers love to the backs of my teeth.
ask me how my lips know every curve of my knees
and my spine knows the unyielding wall,
ask me about sunsets and the giants who paint them,
who gave the frog his croak, and why,
why the ravens never seem to cackle
on those dark and maddening nights.
how about the way the muse and i do things
that make her a saint and i a sinner?
how about the soft hiss of my breath when my mouth falls open,
the crust that sleeps in my eyes until i scrape it away.
this too is a poem.
you asked for a poem?
the way honey drips off a spoon,
Carving Treesonce i spoke to the balding forest,Carving Trees in Free Verse More Like This
hushhushhush cried the wind and he
knifed through my jacket
like flames lick ice like
lovers find reasons to peel off clothes,
i stroked the branches
of the sycamore and
felt its long, smooth trunk and the letters
scraped dreamily in the bark, and
let someone else grow up with our regrets,
let our names stretch and bend
and remind us
that once upon a time we didn't cringe at
warm wet breath on the
backs of necks,
at least i was innocent as i
lumbered back and forth over frozen ground
like some lost and lonely stormcloud,
like some flame guttering before dying out,
at least i was as many cupfuls of insanity as i could swallow
before my stomach
tricked my brain tricked my heart into thinking
"this is all okay,
(and at least my name is not expanding
somewhere in a forest,
carved lazily into trees that
grow and grow in spite of
all their broken love.)
palsied branches and the forest and the moon
Dreamersi.Dreamers in Free Verse More Like This
our backs pressed stories into the hillside.
mine was short and deep
and yours grew long and crooked .
the grass died beneath us when the sun sank below the hill.
"when the clouds change shape,
that's when i leave you,"
and i cried as they shifted with your breath.
"don't forget me."
"i'll be back in the springtime.
try not to miss me."
i missed you in places i never knew i had,
and the night fell down around me and it was all i could do to hold up an end of its black blanket to let the moon pass through.
and when the morning came,
i ached for you.
"babe, don't miss me."
"you say that as if it's easy."
"we're dreamers, babe. everything is easy."
this bed is full of dream-husks.
they keep me turning until the morning.
i am unrecognizable.
i'll be longer than i thought.
the nights are cold here
but i'm more alive than ever.
don't worry about me."
black shadows stole y
Mother of Mine"i have loved you plenty"Mother of Mine in Free Verse More Like This
she screamed as she slipped
away across the street, across the state,
across the country we spent hours loving,
sparklers in our hands and her lips by my ear.
"never forget where you come from."
well mom where i come from
they love you just enough to give you hope
and then they leave you
mom where i come from
hope is a curse because it keeps you from
cutting too deep at night,
it keeps the pills in the bottle and the
knife out of your veins,
sometimes the only thing that keeps you from
what you really want,
it's the only thing stronger than your need to
hurt, now tell me
how can you be okay with it when i scream
"let me die,"
how is it okay for me to hurt while
you hope that
whenif i make it through
i'll somehow still remember who you are
and that once upon a time
i loved you.
i remember where i came from.
a womb poisoned with fertility hormones and
reese's cups and hopes that this one
won't come ou
those burning nights in parisif paris is easy, then easythose burning nights in paris in Free Verse More Like This
is the way i like my love.
there are souls folded into cafe corners,
there are lives we'd like to taste and try on.
(whose empty eyes? whose wrists are these?)
and they will beg of you
"oublie moi, chers amis."
and you will forget them.
paris is easy.
i have probed her underbelly,
felt the warm rumble of the coming rain, and
she has shown me her metropolitan drunkards,
stray cats and
women of the night:
the girls who slither through back doors,
(a feather lost floats softly,
kisses the ground and blows away.
"c'est la vie," she croaks,
and in her voice i hear diamonds,
wine bottles and a hundred
the wind that snakes between the legs of
the eiffel tower
has whispered wicked words to me,
she has teased the braille on my tongue and i
learned to read the love in a pain au chocolat, le foie gras,
le vin blanc.
i have learned that pastry chefs
are the worst kind of
paris has been my lover. i have traced
from the blazing pages...because you listenedfrom the blazing pages... in Free Verse More Like This
at the tip of the stair,
the phonograph coughed its secrets
grew up thinking
that pretty women needed saved,
that apples were poisoned and
knights rode into sunsets without getting burned.
but the first one you held
taught you that
magic mirrors never tell them they're beautiful,
and you saw the spindle-scratches on her arms
(because princes have roaming hearts, and they
stay a little while and then
and the one you married wouldn't touch you
"i'm a golden egg, not a tiny pea,"
and you said it didn't matter
but she broke the beanstalk and sent you
and your daughter told you
"straw is straw, and
no matter how i spin it
i will still wear rags."
and when she kicked as you sized her for a
you thought that maybe
some are beyond your help.
then your son became a knight with sunset burns,
and you realized that death does not wear a cloak
because he is beautiful and so
with a whisperthis is how we rule the world,with a whisper in Free Verse More Like This
the forgotten, lobotom-ised,
of a long lost dystopast.
not with a SHOUT,
we do not argue.
we do not even unsheath
we whisper in your children's ears
the memories of what should have been.
the life we all crave.
the death we all crave.
WE do not discriminate
our opinions onto others
pressing the side of the blade
down onto the flesh
all are bitten
with the fever of our belief.
this is how we rule the world,
we tell stories,
we incite a generation
with their own scar/r/ed lungs
with a whisper.
OIt permeates everythingO in Free Verse More Like This
It is the cells. It is the cell
in which I am rotting.
The sheen over my eye,
the flesh I rip from the side of my nail,
the teeth I grind it with.
The tears, blood and sweat.
It is below carbon and hydrogen,
embedded in the air I breathe.
It is sleeping under my fingernails,
It is the undeniable, genetic, atomic truth.
Oh, my oxygen permeates everything.
It is the cell.
Get upHear me read itGet up in Short Stories More Like This
She sat on the edge of her bed staring at the floor. Within her scope of vision there were many things she could look at. Many things to think about and process. There was a slate blouse that had wilted at the bottom of her bed, or her pale foot placed beside it. The foot looked unnatural there, with no pressure to grip it to the ground it looked unbelonging, like a cast aside prop. Yet she did not look, or think, or notice.
She just stared, blindly, for an hour, her thoughts were obnoxious and churned the paltry paste of self-disgust in her heart muscle, but they were relatively quiet as she repeated over and over in the forefront of her subconscious "Time to get up."
Time to get up. It was time to get up. It was time to get up and get on with her life. It was time to get a life. It was time. It was time to get up.
Unprovoked tears swelled and scattered loosely amid this trail of thought. She kept going, over and over, It
The DancerHear me read itThe Dancer in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The night I met Jessie she was beautiful. She swayed to the almost intolerably loud music as if her bones were made of it. She was something unknown. I remember the sharp cut of her hair had run across her cheek, parallel to her carved-out cheekbone. It looked like a wig, I wanted to touch it. I wanted to touch her, and see if she felt like plastic. Who could ever believe that someone so perfect could be so real. I regret that. I regret doubting her reality.
Eventually she bought me a drink; she called it an Appleté but trapped in the pulsating fuchsia lights of the club it looked purple. It tasted like jealousy; sour and eye watering. When I told her this she laughed a little, apparently she'd heard that one before. I drank it anyway. I wanted to slot into my assigned role in her fantastical world.
We talked a little. She served other men drinks. The ones in the shadows could have been my reflection. It was confusing. The
MutantHear me read itMutant in Free Verse More Like This
I am a mutant.
| My skin does not sallow in the sun
and I do not blush jaundice through my cheeks.
| I do not have extra fingers, or toes -
although my spine;
it boasts an ironic vertebrae,
it is a long tally of the hearts I have broken
and when I straighten my spine the bones Pop out of place.
I am out of place.
| I do not have a super power,
I lack exceptionality in all but my ordinariness.
| there is a vengeful bacteria feasting -
on my shoulder places;
helloi want to talk to youhello in Free Verse More Like This
in between touches
but you seem so far away
and my words are as lost
as the chances
i would have to feel you
it is bitter sweet
that i may only
write down such desires
and i fear that i will
be doing so
but who is really the fool hereonly a fool would seebut who is really the fool here in Free Verse More Like This
me, a stupid little girl
- barely holding myself together
every time i'm ever in front of you
but still looking intently at you
as if you would keep me together
and always furtively touching you
like you could fill
all the spaces in between -
and do nothing about it
only a fool would know what he was missing
and shrug and say, so what?
Be StillSome small curl of smoke,Be Still in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
across a mess of sheets;
a tilted query masked in breath...
...perhaps someone just spoke.
Cold fingers against moist skin,
blinking at those floating protein strands,
back and forth into breathless silence...
as they say..."better out than in."
Rolling that curl around your tongue,
while my mouth goes numb with cotton;
because that ceiling is falling...
...with a twilight that just won't come.
And the onyx is as sweet,
as the darkness beneath
laughter dances....finality drenches the tips
of weary wandering feet.
PaydayI pick up my skirt and slip off my shoesPayday in Free Verse More Like This
so I can dance on the dusty
line between abject poverty and hope
because the kids in the broken cement homes know this paycheck
won't cover bread and I gotta distract them somehow.
I prayed my
whole life for my A's and gold stars to mean
something, but God doesn't check
report cards when he's giving out miracles,
and I'm done pretending being good will
pay the electric bill.
Bang BangI broke bottles andBang Bang in Free Verse More Like This
discussed history and sex with spirits
(of the whisky variety),
all in your name.
you decided before seeing me
clothed you would never
give me your last name, so I gave you
hell and a coffin of torrential drink--
walked on the wrong side of the road,
cracked open new loves and poured them on
the ground so I can watch as the better opportunities
slipped into the gutter. I'll never forget
you saying you'd never forgive
if I ever slipped a happy future between us,
but baby I'm not chasing a pretty rock and
a sperm donator, and you're only here
because of some Jack and a bad night.
all the things you taught me (what
kush means, how to punch, how to love blind),
I'll remember past the next shot.
Breaking upSo unfair, you say.Breaking up in Free Verse More Like This
And it seems I don't love you as you want.
You're there looking at me with eyes of Heaven
And I'm so cold like Dante's Hell,
like the soul of a man that loved so much
but never trusted again.
So unfair, you say.
And my lips don't taste as yours.
My kisses are salted like a rock,
like my sweat, like my thoughts.
And you want me to love you.
And you want me to feel.
And you want me to be...
yours... and it's hard.
It's hard to be as you dreamed of me.
It's hard to love without heart.
It's hard to live as I'm not.
It's hard, just hard.
No, please, don't cry!
Don't cry, my love!
Don't say I'm mean.
Don't say I'm cruel.
Don't say I lied.
Don't say you'll die
if I leave you,
if I stop calling you "my life",
if I see you for last time,
if I go and you're not there,
if a 'bye'
is the worst word I can say.
I'll understand if you don't want to hug me.
I'll understand if you don't want to take my hand.
I'll understand everything you do
'cause you know that you lost me.
Fallen AngelI saw You.Fallen Angel in Free Verse More Like This
The last time you called my name
I was falling.
They cut my wings and I kissed the earth.
I tried to look up at you
and they closed the door,
they tied my freedom.
And I thought I'd be free.
Nobody knew me here.
People treated me like a piece of paper,
where nobody wants to draw.
I wished my wings so bad
but they wouldn't grow back again,
I wouldn't be able to fly,
I wouldn't be able to save,
I wouldn't be able to help.
Your Mother stroked my face
thinking I'd go back asking for mercy.
Your Brothers showed me their hands to hold me,
but my darkness didn't let me see their hearts.
I tried to find human affection
and they played with my intentions,
they made me mad, they broke my eyes
and I only saw the pain of my selfish.
I dreamed of days when we loved,
I remembered your voice
treating me like a son.
I wanted to feel again the pureness of my lips.
But I was there, alone, begging for a kiss.
Women gave me passion
and I could touch a kind of Heaven
but the fire of my chest dis
A blind loveA pure heartA blind love in Free Verse More Like This
so far from here
and so close.
A beautiful life
to shine and shine
And I'm without you
but you're with me.
A big sun above my head
and my eyes can't see.
Let me imagine the shape of your cheeks.
Let me imagine the colour of your teeth.
Show me how I can live in a world without rainbow.
Teach me how to love something I don't know.
Just my hands stroking your forehead
and my fingers touching your lips can tell me about you.
Your hair is so soft,
it feels like the water of the sea kissing my legs.
There is no day or night to me,
Everything is just ...grey?
Only the sound of your voice
calms down my anxiety to see you,
my anxiety to live.
Your hands on my face tells me how pretty you are.
Your body warming my heart says how much you love this blind man.
Your eyes...your eyes, I can't talk about them
But I guess they're just wonderful
like a kind of Heaven waiting for me.
If my soul knew what is red or blue
I'd paint you in each centimeter of my skin.
If your tears had a colour
Being with youIt could be better.Being with you in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I could be taller or stronger
but you don't care.
I could be handsome and nicer
but you don't care.
You just love what I am.
You just love what I have.
I never thought somebody like you would love me.
I'm that simple, that silly.
I thought I'd be the last you'd look at.
I thought I didn't deserve you dreamed of me like that.
I'm just a crazy lonely man.
Maybe you're crazier, maybe you're blind.
No, my sweetheart, I'm not wrong.
When I say you're the most beautiful,
I don't lie.
I think all of you is perfect.
I think your eyes can see my soul
and your lips can make a poem just calling my name.
Your hair can dance
and your smile can heal my heart.
You already know what I'm gonna say.
You know the colour of my thoughts.
You know my past, you know my goals.
You know my fears.
You know my love, my dreams, my faults.
You paint my life wiht your kisses.
You draw a landscape on my chest
everytime you stroke my feelings,
everytime you touch my cheeks.
You have me in yo
When an Angel lovesI don't wanna lose youWhen an Angel loves in Free Verse More Like This
but sometimes u seem that far.
I'd like to strecth my arm
and touch the tip of ur fingers
but there is a big wall of glass between us.
I could find another girl
but nobody will be like you,
nobody that sweet,
nobody that kind,
nobody that funny,
nobody that cute,
nobody that smart.
If I only could have you just once
to know how much we love.
If I only could melt in front of your eyes.
If I only could smile seeing ur lips moving
saying my name.
If I only could whisper "I'm yours".
Even I'd be yours if you're not mine
but it seems that an angel can never love.
It seems nobody can destroy this wall
between you and me.
They say if an angel kiss a woman he'd die.
But for a kiss of yours I'd do it,
just for feeling your fingers stroking my hair,
just for feeling ur head resting on my chest,
just for feeling your weak body in my arms.
I'd quit to my life for you
and thousand times more
I don't know howI could count eighty seconds in a minuteI don't know how in Free Verse More Like This
just seeing you
and they were not enough.
I could look into your eyes more than
a mother could look at her children
and it was not enough.
I could write seventy poems about your smile
and they were not enough.
I'm afraid you laugh.
I'm afraid you lie.
I've been waiting for this for long.
I've tried to show you my heart, my dreams, my soul,
I don't know what else to do.
I don't know how to say it.
I don't know what word to use.
But if you don't love me,
I can't do much.
If you don't feel the sun each time I say your name,
then I can do nothing.
If you think I'm just a friend,
then I can't insist.
I really believed you thought of me
everytime I had to go.
I really thought you needed me so much when you cried,
when I stroked your cheeks.
I thought you were my soulmate,
my dream, my girl, my all.
I might say sixty times 'I love you'
and you wouldn't move a finger for me.
I might give you the sky
and you wouldn't fly over my clouds.
Unknown LoveWhere are you?Unknown Love in Free Verse More Like This
Night and day trying to find,
trying to see,
trying to say.
I've drawn you a lot of times,
but you're not on my drawings.
I've painted you wasting my eyes,
but I can't get the colours of your feelings.
Tell me what I have to do to know you,
to get a bit of ur love,
to get more than a dream,
to get your nose rubbing my cheeks,
to get your hands
drawing your name on my lips,
to get ur fingers giving shape to my face,
stroking my loneliness,
stroking my fears.
Paint a star on my forehead,
the sun on my chest,
the sky on my eyes
and wings on my arms.
Let me fly with you
where you live.
Show me the world.
Show me the wind.
Show me your soul.
Show who I am.
Show who you are.
They told me I'd find you,
but it seems too far.
It seems I've lost my voice
and you can't hear,
It seems I've done all that I could
and you never existed
and you'll never exist.
But I still have a hope.
If you're there, my unknown love,
You have here a poor heart,
you have here a lil song,
you have here a
You're my melodyDance with me!You're my melody in Free Verse More Like This
The piano starts to sing.
Flowers falling down from the sky.
Hold my hands!
Look at the birds,
they dance too,
they cover your dress with leaves,
they kept them for you.
The butterflies made a crown for you
with each colour of the rainbow.
The bunnies untie your braids.
Your hair looks like a hill talking to the sun.
Then I take water from the river
to paint your eyes
and put a rose on my brush to paint your lips.
The clouds help me to colour your face
and the sunset kiss your cheeks.
The song tells about your dreams,
each note is new
and my heart loves your song
'cause this melody is you
and there are no black keys on my piano
'cause I'm your keys
and only your fingers can play me
when you love me
when you live
when you exist.
Letter to a MomI still remember your hand stroking my face.Letter to a Mom in Free Verse More Like This
I still remember when you laughed hard.
I remember you singing those old songs.
You washed my face when I fell down.
You told me how to pray.
You knew me well.
You called me 'son'.
I remember you getting angry,
I remember runing away,
I remember those bad days,
When we were so poor,
When Dad was not there,
When you cried,
When you kept silence,
When we needed a home.
You never liked my girlfriends,
You never liked my friends.
You said they were bad guys.
You said drugs were not good.
I knew I was rebel.
I knew I made u feel sad.
Sometimes I just didn't understand life.
Sometimes I needed my dad.
And you suffered.
I remember the colour of our walls.
I remember that old table where we talked,
the day I left you,
the day I lost you,
The day I failed you.
The day I broke your heart.
You cried when they caught me.
You cried when they called me guilty.
You kept silence when u saw me with those orange clothes,
When the moon fell downI'm the sun,When the moon fell down in Free Verse More Like This
so strong and powerful,
ready to give life,
ready to speak,
ready to call,
ready to sing,
ready to love.
I'm the sun in love wiht the moon.
The glorious, magnanimous,
My rays can touch your face, my dear,
but it seems you need more.
My arms can hug you,
but it seems you need more.
My lips can burn your breasts,
but it seems you need more.
I thought I had you.
I thought you liked my beauty.
I thought we'd meet in the morning.
I thought you needed me.
I thought you felt me.
I thought you cried for me.
I thought I was yours.
I thought you believed me.
Now your voice stopped saying my name.
Now your hands can't stroke my hair when I sleep.
Your heart is far,so far from me.
And I'm far from you,
but I never left,
I never quit.
I never put my heart in other hands
'cause you were my life,
You were my soul, you were my eyes,
a lovely dream,
You meant everything to me,
each day, each night,
each word I say was so true.
Breathe.One. Two. Three. Four. Five.Breathe. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Inhale. Hold your breath. Exhale.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Inhale. Hold your breath. Exhale. Eyes focused on his chest.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Hands crossed as if you were praying.
Inhale. Hold your breath. Pinch his nose. Lock lips. Exhale.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. "Don't give up on me now!" Dizzy feeling.
Inhale. A tear falls. Hold your breath. Muffled cry. Exhale.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Shoulders in agony."Please! Breathe!"
Breathe"I'm very sorry."Breathe in Free Verse More Like This
"There's nothing to be done."
"She's going to die."
"Would you like to say goodbye?"
EdgeI found her cutting in the woods. High up in a tree where only birds should be. Vultures were circling against the blue. Waiting for her to pass out. To fall to her death meters below. She was almost gone by the time I spotted her. Half-starved. Fully crazed. Her eyes burned with unspoken words. She hated me. Hated herself. Hated everything. But clung to the tree as if it were her only friend. Spreading and squeezing blood from her sliced skin onto the rough bark. Turning the deep brown red. Crying. And moaning. And whispering things I did not know. Patches of words I will never comprehend.Edge in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I begged her to come down. To leave the blade in the tree and come home. I would patch her up. Make everything better.
She only cried harder. Whispered faster. Clenched the unforgiving razor tighter. And tighter. And tighter in her tiny hand as blood dripped from her fingers and palm faster and faster and faster. Until I screamed so loud for her to stop that her hand snapped open. And she dropped th
ReunionRaine felt desperately low class as she sat on the back porch of her Uncle Marvin's country home, sipping homemade mulberry wine from a red plastic cup and swatting away mosquitoes. Or gnats. She couldn't tell anymore. Her family, both extended and immediate, didn't seem to mind the situation as much as she did. Each seem pleased with the too-sweet wine, hoppy beer and dollar-store soda as they occupied themselves with family ties. Adults stood in various groups on the expansive, crab-grassed lawn, talking politics, food, sports, kids, anything really; and nothing at the same time. A group of shirtless uncles and male cousins played bocce, cigarettes and college brand beer bottles skillfully grasped in one hand as they deftly rolled brightly-colored grapefruit sized balls toward the safety-orange pallino. The younger ones were running wild behind the far-off tree line, waging war via volleyball, or swimming in the river that cut through the property. Unlike Raine, none of them seemed tReunion in Short Stories More Like This
Mama's Dolls"I'm gonna show you how to make yourself somthin' real special," Mama said as she lead me into our cramped kitchen. It was the size of a closet, far too small for our needs.Mama's Dolls in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What, Mama?" I asked, eight-year-old hands dragging in a chair. The room wasn't big enough to keep the chairs in, so we stored them in the living room.
She swung her chair to the table, and sat. "A doll. A doll my mama taught me how to make when I wasn't much bigger than you."
I grinned as I plopped down my chair. Dolls were my one true love at that age. They were all I wanted to play with. All I wanted to be with. Secretly, I dreamed of making them when I grew up, and I would be the best doll maker in town. Just like Mama.
I marveled at the mess of stuff spread out on the kitchen table: two sets of sticks, Spanish moss, fabric, tiny buttons, thread. Mama had laid it all.
"Now sit down, and I'll show you how it's done."
I obeyed, but didn't take my eyes off the pile.
"Watch close, now. You take them two sticks and
Dear ValentineDear Valentine,Dear Valentine in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Your gifts are flattering, but very, well, frightening. Don't get me wrong. The cards, chocolates, and flowers are all very nice. The locks of hair, however, are not. Nor are the 5 a.m. phone calls.
I must confess that I have a boyfriend who is not a fan of the attention you have been giving me. He found out about you breaking into my car to leave that adorable giant stuffed bear, and has called the police. It would therefore behoove you to cease and desist this romantic endeavor before you are dragged away for stalking. I really do apologize.
The frightened object of your affection
Best of luck in your future romances!
Tears of FireLast night I dreamt of crying.Tears of Fire in Free Verse More Like This
Of Victoria Falls tears.
Of a lake.
Sulfur frozen in stasis
Eyes crying for help
Tin ManYou're slick in my veins, andTin Man in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Slick on my skin
And boy, you move so smooth
For a man made out of tin
The curving of your lips
When they travel down my spine
The warm acceptance of your arms
And how our fingers intertwine
Yes, you're so slick
And so eager to please
And I'm so young
And so easy to tease
It's not hard to make me shiver
Tracing my skin beneath your thumb
Your real art is wrecking me for others;
Their soft caresses leave me numb
Oh yes, my slick tin man,
You got me where it hurt
Make me wonder endlessly
While I'm lying in the dirt
Wonder what it is in you
That keeps you seeming sweet
Wonder how, if you're so heartless,
Your chest still has a beat
The gentle words I slipped into
Were lines from a mouth that plays
And the beat I once thought I heard
Was the trick of a body that preys
So, tell me, tin man
How it feels to take a heart
Hold it beating in your hand
Make it stop and help it start
Is it familiar to you yet,
What a pleasure heartbreak is?
Or is the only thing you re
Little Green MonsterThere was a little girlLittle Green Monster in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With a very little heart
And a fragile little body
Always falling apart
In the very little heart
Deep inside this little child
There was a creature growing
A villain oft reviled
This creature features heavily
In many a sorrowful verse
It ruins the very best of men
Imagine what it does for the worse
And it grew inside this little girl
Creeping slowly through
And once she realized what it'd done
There was nothing she could do
Her little heart no longer pumped
With blood of a rosy red
Green film coagulated in her veins
And poisoned her young, pretty head
And the little green monster
Finally took blackened root
A venomous flowering tree
A seed of pains acute
Deep inside this little girl heart
Was planted the seed of envy
From there it soared to great heights
A weed turned deadly frenzy
The blessed priest could not save her
And the shrewdest gardener could not uproot
The thorny growth which consumed her
And from which bloomed withered fruit
From her jealousy there ca
Love, the DiseaseWhat doctor or healer would understandLove, the Disease in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I came to them and offered my hand
And told them your touch was deadly to me
And begged of them, "Tell me what you see"?
They wouldn't see the cancer growing within
They wouldn't see your nails slipping under my skin
They wouldn't see the invasion of every cell
And they would never see where the real troubles dwell
'Cause it's true when they say that love's a disease
But it's never been one to be cured with ease
My desires might not be exactly obscene
But truth be told, I still need a vaccine
If a doctor could bring calm to my sleepless heart
If what I have now could be explained on a chart
But you're the only one who controls this beat
X-Rays and injections just couldn't compete
If only this was something I could medicate
If only I knew that somehow you could relate
But for tonight I'll just pray for a cure
Because I've finally found a pain I couldn't endure.
IncubusI thought incubi were mythIncubus in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And demons just absurd
I thought romance a dull notion
And love is just a word
But you froze me with a look
Silenced me with a kiss
And all the heartache I have known
Seems a sinful sort of bliss
Beware of the thieves who come at night
Beware of the arms that hold you tight
My incubus, my heroin
I close my eyes and you transform
I wish I'd known before we touched
It's Hell that keeps your arms so warm
But Hell is so inviting
With eyes as sweet as yours
And I love the fire within you
When it's shooting through my pores
Beware the dreams that you hold close
It's these dreams that hurt the most
It's not your hatred that I fear
It's your indifference that I mourn
The apathy you show for me
Makes me long so for your scorn
At least then you'd give me passion
And not merely a passing glance
At least I would have earned a thought
Instead of never having a chance
ApologiesHow many times do I have to say I'm sorry?Apologies in Free Verse More Like This
How many times will it dribble from my mouth,
Slide down my lips and collect on the floor
Before you believe me?
Before I believe me?
"Don't apologize" is easier said when
You can't see the mistakes underneath
After a while, you give up saying it
Because it's not your mantra
MemoryWe were children,Memory in Free Verse More Like This
Playing as children do.
Sneaking letters across rumbling classrooms,
And gently teasing
As friends do.
We were children,
Playing tag as children do:
Brushing lightly and giggling softly,
And playing hearts
As innocent lovers do.
We were children,
Loving, though not in love.
Sharing shy kisses of affection
And loving each other
As friends do.
We are grown
And grown apart.
But I love you still.
And I always will.
1: Introduction"Your name?"1: Introduction in Short Stories More Like This
"German father, American mother."
"None. I am a single child."
The cold eyes of the gray coated man rest on my face, his pen hesitating on the paper. I shrink under that gaze, fearing it for some reason and yet . . . I still want to pass this test. This simple little test and I don't know why it's so important. In fact, now that I think about it, I don't even know where I am . . . who was this man again? He taps the pen on his tablet, sighs, and scribbles something down before continuing.
"Um . . ."
Those sharp eyes return and he lowers his pad and pen, gazing at me curiously. My heart races and I gaze down at my legs . . . bare legs . . . I come to realize I'm not wearing anything and then remember with fleeting panic that I think I answered the question wrong.
"Are you feeling drowsy, Amber?"
My brain quits working