ChemistryChemically speaking,Chemistry in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
An unknown element lies between us.
Let's call it trust.
Let's excuse it as simply being lust.
Let's fall into dust.
You and I have both been caught stealing,
Borrowing ions to skew the ratio
Of hate to love. Back of the burner, steaming
How did the compound of love start to grow?
I've calculated the margin of error:
We could risk this and end up exploding
Or ignore it, eventually imploding.
JourneysLives are mapped in delicate linesJourneys in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of black and white, but mostly grey
Criss crossing borders can't be read
And I don't have the faith to pray.
This road's been travelled back again
I may have stopped a time or two
But in the end I tossed a coin
Not knowing what else I could do.
These paths converge, diverge-I'm split
Should I turn left or race to right?
Compass broken, I may be lost
And treetops shroud a starry night.
A Story of a LifeOnce upon a time _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________A Story of a Life in Philosophical More Like This
The Eating of the DaysIt is on days like thisThe Eating of the Days in Free Verse More Like This
That I wish I could eat the calendar,
Tearing dates from the page,
Swallowing month by month until
The whole year is digested.
Hot, sticky Julys will burn my lips
And glycerin icicles of winter will stab my throat
January through December will be mine
And the world will never end.
On my tongue,
I will piece bits of May
With fragments of October
And leaves will blossom red.
But the dates that brought heartache
I will chew and spit out,
Shredding their soggy despair under my feet.
I Love The Idea Of YouI. II Love The Idea Of You in Free Verse More Like This
tried so hard
To dissect your heart
But I couldn't breathe
Suffocated in fumes of pretense.
was cradled in your mind-
You swore you loved me,
But in the end
Your heart just wasn't in it.
III. The idea of you
Tell MeTell me (true) could you kill a man?Tell Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stab his heart until thick blood ran
Slick and smooth over mortared stones
Tell me (dear) could you crush his bones?
Tell me (please) do you want to die
And leave me here, alone, to cry?
Your body folded underground
Tell me (dear) should I weave your shroud?
Tell me (now!) is this our last kiss?
Before the country's anger rips
You from my love-what have you done?
Tell me (dear) can you shoot that gun?
TimelessLove tracked upon the fallen dewTimeless in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And brought you to my arms again
With half-slept eyes I greeted you
And lost all sense of when.
If time was told in lovers' years
No one would mark the day or week
For when the one that's loved is near
The hour's sands don't leak.
Oh press me to your lips once more
And clasp my fingers tight
I feel as if the sky's the floor-
You make my soul that light.
Curse fireflies that sweep the sky
With lightning through their wings
Though we don't count, time still slips by
Why will the lark not sing?
UnbrokenTell me,Unbroken in Free Verse More Like This
Are my hands cold?
I feel old--
Not in years,
But in half dried tears.
My fears are gone with you.
I am resilient too.
I once was brilliant
The way diamonds sparkle in mud
But gems are just rocks
And only fools fall in love.
I thought the world was
Epitomized in your face-
How much of the universe is just empty space?
Everyone (I suppose) makes mistakes
And so we digress, supress and repress
Tarnished memories of youthful disgrace.
Yet how can I erase the lust of imagined glory?
Is there such a thing as an unwritten story?
We're all destined to cry
All fated to die.
Dear, do not lie-
You are a cynic, too.
You would sell your soul, wouldn't you?
Whose god is God,
Gentile or Jew?
Religion is a scapegoat to you.
You tried to teach me
About faith, hope and love.
But I only learned what heartache does.
So now I sleep
With eyes that do not weep
But burn in apprehension.
Dreams are merely a reflection,
An extension of revelries long dead
And my days are too few
Clouds Like Empty ShipsAdrift in velvet skies it seemsClouds Like Empty Ships in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That you are lost in starry dreams
And I am stranded on the ground
Longing to feel the love you found.
Is there a place for me up there?
No, you are lost in golden hair
And don't recall my love for you
My love was tender, blindly true.
Clouds pass me by like empty ships
I loudly cry with cracking lips
And scream my sorrow to the winds
It seems the lonely never win.
if i knew what this meant, i'd tell you.I'm positive that you're still missing the point.if i knew what this meant, i'd tell you. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Your house is just over the hill and I keep gasping for breath like this is the first time I've ever been alone with you and my skin hasn't memorized the loops and whirls that your fingerprints make against the indents of my hipbones. Sometimes, I act like I've never met you before because I'm afraid of losing the excitement of falling in love. I once heard that everyone is just looking for the next big thing someone brighter and better than me. You've already started calling me "annie," because you got bored with my real name. I wonder if I should be scared. I wonder if I should be worried. I wonder why all my clothes still smell like you and why I'm counting off the minutes until I can see your face again. It's gotten impossible to know whether I'm telling this story backwards or forwards. We're all in the wrong order.
Every time I sit down to tell you my history, I realize that I'm always talking about things that didn't happe
i'm never careful enoughThe roads here wind in ways that I don't expect.i'm never careful enough in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes, I think that dashed yellow line is the only thing that keeps me moving the right way. That keeps me going. Because one wrong move could send me barreling off the highway and the freefall feeling that would come next is not something I'm unfamiliar with. It's the same thing that happens every time I think of you. I can't get over how much this place reminds me of you. I can't get over how little room there is between full-fledged fear and being in love.
Sometimes, I think maybe they're the same thing.
I don't know what keeps bringing me back here. But I find myself coming here more and more when I can't sleep. When I can't stop thinking about you. I drive the same familiar routes. Thinking the same familiar thoughts. Going to the same familiar places. I keep retracing the paths we used to take, thinking that if I follow them back far enough, I'll figure out where we went wrong. The absence of you is familiar. Almost comforting.
these feelings should be finiteI'm terrified and I know there's nothing unique about this, but I'm standing here completely out of touch with the rest of the world, realizing for the first time that we all feel things a little bit differently, which is why this doesn't hurt for you at all. I figure the only logical reason for how you could do this as if it means nothing was if it really did mean nothing at all for you. It's easier to hate you this way. It's easier to forget you without the burn of your kiss against my skin. It's easier to stay mad if I don't have to remember the way that it felt. Most of all, I can forget this as if it's a memory in someone else's lifetime if I accept the fact that we're all different. I can be different like you. I can let this mean nothing.these feelings should be finite in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I could mean nothing if you let me. If I let me.
You talk in big words that I get sick of hearing after awhile with big ideas and wide eyes and a small heart. I once heard that you can only love something so hard, for so long, before the feelin
it's a quick drive to where we live.I know you don't believe in beautiful things. In fact, I know you don't believe in much of anything. I swear that's okay, because what I'm asking of you isn't meant to be built on blind faith it isn't meant to be a split second decision. I'll give you the time you need.it's a quick drive to where we live. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Everything is brighter from the passenger seat of your old four door sedan with the black paint chipping off the front bumper, rust eating through the edges and corners of the doors. I've never seen so many shades and tints of green as I have curving around the sides of these country roads with you too fast, too slow, too here then gone. When you drive fast enough, the entire world disappears. It took us a weekend and all of Wisconsin, and you still won't tell me where we're going. It's okay though. You could be my home.
Lake Superior always comes in cold. The water laps at your ankles, freezing your skin, sending a quick chill through your bones. It reminds me of you with your too cold fingertips against
we don't sound like a whisper.The sun never sets over the water, but you still take me there whenever dusk comes to meet the horizon. We sit out on the rocks with me tucked tight against your chest, while you count stars like other people count blessings, but we're only half lucky with all these city lights ruining your chances. I know you're tired, love, but I'm terrified. I'm running out of ways to stop myself from telling you I miss you because twenty four hours isn't a long time to be separated and I'm really just more afraid of what you're doing when I'm not there -- and of what you're thinking when I am. I've been burnt enough times before to learn that loving with only half your heart will save you from the fire, but I know that's not what I'm doing here. I don't want you to be a mistake worth making. I want this to be real this time.we don't sound like a whisper. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I keep playing out all the ways you could hurt me in my head, not because I think you will, but because it'll sting less if it actually happens. I've learned to prepare myself
there's nothing that feels quite like this.Maybe the problem is that I don't know what a love story should sound like. I haven't figured out what order I should put the words in to make it read just right. I do, however, know what it feels like, but pushing around nouns and adjectives just to make it grow is the hardest thing I'll ever do. And it's true that I've tried it before and maybe I succeeded once, but since then I've learned the way real love washes through veins, and rumbles through the shifting and settling of bones until it changes you completely in a way that is absolutely unyielding. Perfect. Simple. It's not angry, or jealous, it doesn't hurt. It isn't like before. So now words don't come so easy, since I'm not sure which ones will cheapening the moments, the feelings, you.there's nothing that feels quite like this. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And god, I could never do that to you, since the only thing I know with completely certainty is that you are the only thing that saves me. That moves me. That completes me. Without you, I'd be less than nothing. Alone. Forgotten. It's e
please let me get what i want.For two hundred and eighty four days, I woke up. I woke up with this bone-deep ache that never went away. I woke up to an incessant question playing in my mind that would never be answered. I woke up alone.please let me get what i want. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For two hundred and eighty four days, I woke up without you when I woke up at all. The thing about time is that it never does make anything better. It just means more space to think. It means sleepless nights trying to figure it all out. When it went wrong. How to make it better. It means slowly losing my mind. But it never once meant getting over you.
It's funny how the things you think you've forgotten always come rushing back when you're standing face to face and in one swift breath, you remember it all.
You remember everything.
The sky is always biggest right before it rains. That's how I learned to always couple disappointment with expectations since no matter how beautiful something seems, a disaster is always right on the horizon.
The waves are crashing quickly on the shoreli
i'm not your symphony but i'm orchestrated anywaysit's not easy to explain --i'm not your symphony but i'm orchestrated anyways in Free Verse More Like This
but i'm a rushed symphony of heartbeats, quick breaths and hiccups. i'm not made of skin and bones, but a complicated sentence structure and thoughts that i spew out before i even finish them.
i'm messy in all the wrong ways.
and i'm not right in any of the ways that matter. but still you're always here, picking me up when i fall, kissing me goodnight, making a life with me one day at a time. and you haven't gone yet but i'm always moving so how long can you stay. how long can i expect it. how long is too long when you're living and loving and breathing and hell, if i can't stay still i'll mess this up for sure. i just need a minute, to think, to stop, to be. so i can be yours forever.
all i know is that i'm a constant frenzy -- a kaleidoscope of words and ideas and minutes and clumsy steps and i don't know what i'm doing, but i'm always shifting and moving and growing and going and going
and going and
until i'm standing still again.
no one can stop
these are the last things i'll say before i'm goneIf I had to give a name to what I'm feeling I would just call it disappearing. Because it's exactly like the way that you can know everything about someone one day and nothing the next. It's the quick death love has that leaves you wanting more or wanting it back in the best and worst of ways.these are the last things i'll say before i'm gone in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If I had to explain I would say this feeling is something like standing outside of your door at four in the morning, even though I know I shouldn't be here, wearing the same wrinkled clothes I had on the day before, wanting nothing more than to beg to come home, but knowing better, because following the motions isn't really the best follow through.
I won't admit how much I miss you I can't, but I can tell you this.
The thing about disappearing is that it doesn't stop me from wanting to be completely impossible to forget. And maybe that's a bit of an anomaly, but I've never made much sense to begin with anyway.
And sure, we're all different in the same ways, but I want to be differen
I'll never tell you -- you already know.I remember in the beginningI'll never tell you -- you already know. in Free Verse More Like This
there was just you and me
small intervals where the air would leap from my chest,
saying you leave me breathless will always be an understatement.
I wanted to kiss you before
I even knew you or knew the real you
but your untied purple chucks
had me even before your hello--
months later I realized that meant to be's aren't always
as silly as they used to be.
I've fallen in love with how
the palms of our hands match
the planes of our souls and
every time I loop my fingers
between yours we fall deeper--
If there was ever a time I should explain myself,
it's be right now, but I think you know--
I mean you should know--
How irreversibly far I've fallen
Wake up, Beautiful.Do you know how hard it is to just sit byWake up, Beautiful. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And watch you screw up your life?
So why don't you see that?
Victims of Love.I'm just another lost angelVictims of Love. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
who will scream your name
in the wake of night
until my voice is nothing but a whisper.
Your face will haunt me in my dreams,
but I'll always lay awake
whenever your voice is breathing on my neck.
I'll leave you millions of voice mails
just so I can hear your voice.
I love the way you lie.''Love is painless.''I love the way you lie. in Free Verse More Like This
Then why do I have a broken heart?
I remember writing a letter to you,
And putting it out in the ocean wave.
I remember kissing you in the water,
Putting our arms around each other whenever we got cold.
I remember your warm touch tingled through my body.
I'm nothing but a girl wanting her soul fixed.
Love is not painless.
J u s t l i k e y o u.She enjoysJ u s t l i k e y o u. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
sitting on her bed
in her over-sized T-shirts
with her over-sized jeans.
imagining a different life.
She likes to have her controller in her hand,
having her guitar staring her right in the eyes.
She likes to ignore her heart,
as it causes too much pain in her life.
Happiness.Happiness-Happiness. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a lot of people believe it has to do with smiling,
but I think it's more about
how you feel inside.
The warmth inside your heart
that makes you want to melt in pieces,
that you would kill for.
I have caught it.
breaking bones.Don't ever let gobreaking bones. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
if you don't know how to live.
(If you can't sleep at night
because you're so worried that demons will snatch your soul
and monsters will turn your heart black,
please remember that my heart has always been with you.)
I know it may seem like I just jump into his arms,
but I always will come back to you.
I'm sorry that I'm so stuck.
You don't deserve the attention to be fixed anymore.
(You've always kept your hurt inside a bottle
because you were always afraid of letting go,
but the only thing that broke you was society.)
The truth is that we're just too sick
for us to love again.
(I know it's hurting you,
but it's killing me.)
love like woe.You've always saidlove like woe. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that love is similar to lightning
because lightning can strike your heart apart.
but I've never realized before now,
that you were right.
don't let me run.Dose me up with sugar, baby.don't let me run. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm your drug
so watch me love you
as I heal your broken heart.
Bury all of your secrets in my skin,
Come away with innocence and leave me with my sins
and I swear that I'll love you.
Even if your love is nothing but a lie,
I promise we'll fall together like pieces in the world.
I'll never let go.
Forever."I'm going to break your heart." he tells me again.Forever. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"You already did." I laugh, "I'm not going to let you do it again."
But as he smiles,
you punch your fist into a window,
letting the glass fall down into your skin.
You're already numb to the pain.
You spent a long time last night gazing at your body in the mirror, wondering if you'll ever be able to see the cracks in my skin when my heart breaks again.
I never was the type of girl
who was a hopeless romantic.
I was too much of a dreamer
to ever believe that love fully existed.
I never was the type of girl who believed in ''Forever''
because forever in your book always meant a lie.
f o r e v e r. You were my little piece of heaven sent from the afterlife,f o r e v e r. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
as I always got lost in your soul
whenever your smile
sent chills up my spine.
I used to die inside whenever you called me baby.
You always made me want to scream
as you held my hand tight.
My unholy confession
is that I love you
more than I love myself.
La Petite MortStill my beating heart once moreLa Petite Mort in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
rest 'til morning's light does break
withdraw from heaven's farthest shore
into the gently fading take
the ever distant leagues of time
are whispered with serene intent
the smallest glimpse of fair divine
lies deep within that sweet torment.fly my stilling spirit's splendor
leave this place where I once died
the Little death (each time remembered)
the little Death dwells deep inside.
sleep my love through dream undone
breathe in once, breathe out again
rise anew with Dawn's first sun
and feel the tender moments end.sing my fearsome quickened heart
to keep my tattered soul aloft
evermore inside the bliss
Evermore the death so soft.
A Poet's FateNever to know peace,A Poet's Fate in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
or feel safe.
Nor touch the calm heart
To always come unraveled
--to gasp for air.
To live inside unrest
and channel resentment.
Feel the love,
but see it fade
as harsh reality
kills our dreams.
The deal we made
to find the words
is paid in suffering,
so it seems.
Misunderstood until the last;
so full of words that tell.
Trying to make a difference as
we live inside our self-made hells..
Fall from GraceAn Angel's tears fell to the Earth,Fall from Grace in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to cure my wounded soul.
They flowed inside my broken heart,
and filled the empty hole.
They seeped into my hungry veins,
and healed my aching spirit.
The love within, I feel again,
though I was always near it.
Where does a broken mans' spirit go,
when he has no love to give?
It returns to a place of long ago,
where it finds the will to live.
In the end, we each must live,
as our mothers prayed we would:
With strength and love, and our God above,
--we must each do the other good.
My soul can never be the same,
its' innocence is lost.
The Fall from Grace has healed the wound,
--but oh, the final cost.
In Words of LoveIn Words of Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In words of love
spoken softly, whispered near
Latin sounds sweetest
to my tender ears
Promises of love
caressed with such life
never fade, nor falter
nor fail to entice
In times of heartache
a kinder love song
would fill us with longing
and kill our alone
In words of love
spoken softy, whispered close
I'll die in the sound
of her I love most
Succubus SongSuccubus Song in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
heart of despair
to a place without care.
a thought unbound.
they think its love
but its really hate.
Breeding sickness in the air.
Exorcise with utmost care.
Wakeup from unholy life.
Withdraw the two-edged hate-filled knife.
Morning SongMorning Song in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel your longing tender gaze,
And stir from dreams contented haze.
Questions unspoken, yet gently mentioned.
A touch, a kiss--your loves intention.
The lips that linger on my skin.
The heart that ever lets me in.
A ray of light that shines your face,
Does pause to hold my gaze in place.
Your eyes like pools of tenderness,
That sweetly slake my souls caress.
The scent of loves unbridled heat.
We come together, now we meet.
Our fierce embrace, our souls afire;
Longing gone with heart's desire.
Random bursts escape your lips,
As lightening leaves my fingertips.
Where once was lost, now all is found.
Exploding hearts have come unbound.
Time cannot escape our passion.
Lovers hearts we now have fashioned.
I'll kiss you no matter how long it takes.
I'll love you 'til my lonely heart breaks.
The world will simply have to wait,
'til passions pains have sealed our fate.
Chance encounters have entwined,
Our hearts, our souls for all of time.
The PrecipiceThe Precipice in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Once, confused and happy, in my ignorance,
I gave myself to another, in innocence.
Though neither knew the precipice,
We shared ourselves in youthful bliss.
Young in years, but old in soul
Like to like, again made whole.
Resplendent in newfound infatuation,
And content in our careless adoration.
But we lost that which comes by chance,
To those who risk their sanity, on first loves dance.
Reckless and blind with carelessness,
I failed to see the precipice.
And forever falling shattered my youthful bliss.
I Never Held A RaindropI never held a raindropI Never Held A Raindrop in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Made cold from quiet fear
I never touched a tender heart
Unblessed by silent tears.
A moment ends, the setting sun
A memory disgraced
The light, a slowly fading nod
It's touch, our sorrow's soft embrace.
I never knew but one time touched
The Rose of Innocence
Would shed its petals evermore
And Fade from brief existence.
Once more I'll whisper sentiment
Once more so much to say
But words will only shadows cast
Of my souls bouquet.
I never wished for sacrifice
To stain our hallowed breath
Or linger in the depth of us
And feel like welcomed death.
In time my voice will travel down
To ages yet unspoken
Its song will fill the world with hope
The trail remains unbroken.
All is fleeting
so we weep
do not cry
though we sleep
the saddest words of all
I See YouI See You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Across a crowded room.
Or an oceans darkened blue.
On high through dreary clouds.
The one I always knew.
Patiently you've waited.
So long, so true. so fated.
New meanings now created.
I See you.
You hold inside your savage heart,
the one true thing we can impart.
Love so strong will never depart.
Yet always apart.
Love akin to foolish madness,
but not for us to share.
Filling up our empty sadness,
other loves we must prepare.
A match this pure can never be.
Though hearts align so beautifully.
A parting glimpse, a glancing blow,
that perfect moment we'll never know.
A longing to hold your tender face.
The feeling of some other place.
Through heavens lofty high-born embrace.
I see your unencombered grace.
Inside a glistening waterfall.
Beneath a starstruck comets fall.
Though time and fate and destinies true.
Wherever I dwell
I See you.
The World of the DeadI. The World of the DeadThe World of the Dead in Free Verse More Like This
fascination with an end
A parting of mind and spirit
A waning of body and tender essence
but not comfortable
Outside my mind ~I shriek~
Starve the beast
never feed its fever
Spinning to a new forever
It starts without sleep
It starts without sleep
For the World of the Dead you never dig deep
Pain, pain keep me alive
oblivion knows what kills me inside
II. Requiem for the Lost
fury rots my soul
My limbs release hold
of my shoulders
and hit the floor in two part harmony
In neither fire (nor in ice)
but in sound it ends
The thrumming heart
driving wet through flesh-flushed ears
screams my departure
Blood vows echo a requiem
for a ghost who deserved one
But never got it
never got it
never got it....
III. The Smile that Lied
ends the story
grey hollows and ghost forests reflect
Betrayal, betrayer, betrayed!
Depraved, deprived, unmade!
Write it down
capture it's soul!
The un-named stalker that never grows old
slipping awayi walked in the snow again today. you crossed my mind for the umpteenth time, but nothing was positive. the ice i stepped on seemed to crack as easily as when you broke my heart. the snow dissolved in my hand like the way our memories are slipping away. the water dripped from icicles and drifted away like everything we ever had. i watched my breath hit the cold winter air, and it seemed to reflect our moments in it. the first time you held my hand, the first time i cried in front of you, the first time you gave a damn...slipping away in Emotional More Like This
none of it matters now does it?
you still haven't given me the answers i'm searching for, and i don't think you ever will.
i smile just for youyou've got the butterfliesi smile just for you in Free Verse More Like This
fluttering in my tummy again
and you've turned my skies
from gray to blue again
there's a garden in my heart
blooming more and more
with every word from you
I'd run through fire
just to hold your hand
and find a way to walk the oceans
if it meant I could find my way to your arms
I feel beautiful again
all thanks to you
(isn't it about time?)
some nightssome nights i lay awake and replay the good times. over and over again, like a famous lullaby. i fall into my dreams and there you are, waiting for me as usual. it always plays the same. the way we used to be. happy, flawless, and so in love. everything just falls into place. squeezing our hands together so tight, you'd think they'd morph together. holding onto me as if you're afraid i'll disappear. making the promises we thought we'd keep. whispering all those sweet nothings.some nights in Emotional More Like This
some nights, i still love you.
some nights, i think you still love me too.
i promisei know i'm different. i know i mess up. i know i'm a bit of a fuck up. i know my opinions stand a bit stronger than others. i know i can be highly confusing.i promise in Emotional More Like This
but one thing i know for sure beyond anything else is that i love you.
you, my dear sweet emily, who means the world to me. i made promises to you that i plan to keep. you don't deserve anymore pain. you don't deserve to feel broken anymore. i want you. i need you.
you are my angel, my sunshine, my sweetness...all i want is you. i want to be able to repair your heart and erase your scars. i will be there for you as soon as i can be, i promise. i am proud to be yours and be in love with you. i hope someday soon i can hold you for real while we watch our childhood favorites giving each other popcorn and sneaking kisses. i want to meet all our friends and let them get to know me and hopefully like me. i want to hear you sing, to me and only me...we just need to keep being patient.
i just want you to know you are the best thing that's
sinking shipsi feel like we're nothing moresinking ships in Free Verse More Like This
than two ships passing in the darkness
not muttering a word to each other
but silently letting the other
slip away ever so slowly
is it wrong?is it wrong? is it really so wrong to want someone here? to want her here with me? under my knotted sheets, curled into me, her beaming face, lovely undone curls, eyes that whisper the ocean are these wishes that terrible? is love between two people, regardless of gender so horrible? she loves me exactly as i am. she is one of the most beautiful people on this earth. yet it's wrong for me to love her i guess i'll just never see things like you do.is it wrong? in Emotional More Like This
fallingi'm falling hard this timefalling in Free Verse More Like This
like that's anything new
but this time...
i really don't mind
because i can see into your soul
and you can see into mine
tell me this isn't lovetry and tell metell me this isn't love in Free Verse More Like This
this isn't love
just from a new note
wanting to have her next to me
every damn day
wishing on 11:11 and shooting stars
to be with her
seeing her every night
in my dreams
finally able to be
holding her, kissing her, loving her...
go ahead push me down
and keep telling me it isn't love
because i'm ready
to prove you wrong
Perfectly ImperfectHow many times have we looked in the mirrorPerfectly Imperfect in Free Verse More Like This
Hating what looks back?
Pinching the fat we see
On our hips
Tempted to just smash it
So we would never have to look
At out degrading selves again
Sometimes we cry
Or we find other things to hate
Teeth not straight
Eye color we hate
Nose too big
Pimple here, pimple there
Self-confidence is so hard to find
When you're hit hard everyday
With advertisements saying
'This product will help you lose this many pounds!'
'Wash your impurities right away with this cleanser!'
'Fix your smile right up with invisible braces!'
'Buy this product to fix your body and imperfections!'
But the fact is no matter how big or small we may be
Or how crooked our teeth might be
Or how big our nose may be
Or any other imperfection
We are all beautiful
Exactly the way we are
Big, small, short, tall
Because we were molded to be
more than admirationI'm a little shy and starving for some lovemore than admiration in Free Verse More Like This
In case you couldn't tell
(but aren't we all?)
They say actions speak louder than words
You've managed to redefine that notion for me.
You're just a faceless figure for now
But my mind has ways of making things up
(sometimes I think I may have made you up.)
Would someone simple like me
Somehow manage to keep you up at night?
I sit in my room still clinging to my sheets
While you write like you've seen the world
(Taking my breath away with every syllable)
Maybe it's just a poet's intuition or something more
I'll leave that up to you to decide.
Don't Give Up On Me"Don't tempt me!"Don't Give Up On Me in Short Stories More Like This
"To what, leave? You're going to anyway!"
"How can you even think that?!"
Hattie knew it. This was the end. The end of three years of perfection. She should have known it was all too good to last. It always was. Dan seemed to know it too.
"Because you're giving me no reason to think otherwise!" he yelled. She distantly thought of their neighbors and winced. They were being far too loud far too late. No doubt the pair living on their right would be filing a complaint later that day.
Tears filled her eyes but she blinked them away, furious. "I have never given you any reason to doubt me, and you never have before. What changed, Dan?"
"You did! You went to that stupid dig and came back different!"
"Different how exactly?" she demanded. "More tan? A little more confident? With a slightly different taste in shoes? What exactly?!"
"It's because you're always e-mailing him!"
Hattie blinked in shock. So this was it? The heart of the argument? It had taken almost a whole
In A NutshellI met you. I didn't meet you. I met you again. We laughed. I laughed. You laughed. We laughed again. We found meaning. We looked at little things. We talked. We loved. We looked at worlds in different perspectives. We understood eyes being windows to souls. I liked yours. You thought mine were pretty. We found balconies insipid. We found doorways ironic. We thought stars were overrated. We circled around discomfort. We circled around love. We circled and circled and circled...and then you told me you loved me. We smiled. You asked me to run with you. You told me time and space were ours to take. We were invincible. Stars became ours. Ours became different. Different became a problem. Your friends. My friends. Your ideas. My thoughts. You laughed. I didn't. I laughed. You didn't. The world was harder. Your eyes were colder. Balconies became escape routes. Doors were meant to be closed. Stars disappeared. Discomfort became natural. We argued. We fought. We stopped running together. TimeIn A Nutshell in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
RivalryHis name is Jack. I know that usually, I don't disclose much to you. But Jack is someone I need to tell you about. I have known Jack my whole life. He's been a best friend to me when the concept of best friends was nothing but some candy, and who led the gang in the playground. Commitment was a pair of bicycles thrown on the lawn and a race to the spiced lemonade his mother made so well. When we were young, we knew we were going to conquer the world. The battle was always, who would conquer it first?Rivalry in Emotional More Like This
Jack's father was an alcoholic. I will never forget that rainy afternoon when I opened the door to find him standing there, rain soaked tears streaming down his face and a red, harsh welt across his cheek. We stood there for what seemed like hours. We didn't speak at all that day. And after that, he was a different person. You see, Jack never had any siblings. I was his last remnant of childhood, his rival playground leader and yes, maybe even his best friend.
It was just his mother and hi
Dead WrongDear Boy with the Broken Eyes.Dead Wrong in Letters More Like This
Just because they have always said it, things have always been difficult. And they are right. Life has always been difficult. Things will never happen the way you want them to happen. Broken hearts are so much easier to find than mended ones. And dreams? Well, if the world ran on dreams, we'd be building a whole new universe already, just to escape our own jaded one.
When I met you, you had already seen the worst of this world. They told you that you were not allowed to love because you couldn't do it the right way. They informed you that you weren't a poet, just a vagabond with tragic fingers on a broken instrument. They explained to you that you couldn't rise above anything because you just weren't special. And that every step of the way, they would be breaking you down, just to watch you fall.
Of course, they didn't mention that when you speak, your voice holds a lost song within it. And when you sleep, your guitar is an inch away from yo
LoveIt's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.Love in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.
It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.
It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.
It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.
It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.
It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.
It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.
It's the companionship one feels in silence when they have found their best friend.
It's the feeling of a warm blanket someone put on you after you fell asleep.
It's the boy who does the stupidest things in the world, just to see you laugh.
It's the girl who kisses you the way she has never ever kissed anyone before.
It's the woman who gives up her seat on the train to the old la
Gateway"Do you know what victory is?" asked a soft voice behind her.Gateway in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl with the broken eyes didn't look up. She couldn't. She didn't want to. Her whole body was tattooed with the rain that had started hours before, her hair dripping with the sky's tears. She hadn't wanted to dry the sorrow of the weather from her skin; for fear that someone would see her own.
"I asked, do you know what victory is?" The voice was soft, but strong. And there was something about it that reminded her that she needed to pay attention.
She still didn't speak and a disappointed sigh came from the voice. It was as if the rain had stolen her voice.
"Victory is, when you lay awake at night and pray for the sanity of others rather than yourself. It's when that broken heart which has tormented you, heals you instead. It's when you learn to forgive yourself for your past and look forward to the future."
The tears hadn't stopped yet. They made their way down her face like lifeless little
Vengeance"What did she say this time?"Vengeance in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"How did you-"
"It's always your mother, and I always know. Now tell me."
"I'm not going to ask you again. Just tell me."
"She said that I can't draw. I can't sing. I can't act. I can't do anything and I never shall- You're laughing."
"I'm sorry. Certain phrases make me want to laugh. 'I can't' is one of them."
"I'm glad you find my grief so amusing."
"Look, you need to understand something. The word 'can't' is going to follow you around for the rest of your life. History is filled with people who were told they 'can't' do something. You know what makes them special?"
"They did it anyway."
"Pure and simple huh? Just like that?"
"The truth is never pure and always complicated. But yes. Just like that."
"There is always someone telling me I'm not good enough."
"And there will always be someone telling you that you aren't good enough. You have two choices. You can curl up and stop doing everything you love. You can let the
Never AgainThe rain boy had sworn that he would never again smile. His eyes always soaked the oceans with tears from his past and his heart was always dark and locked to anyone who could try and help him. His world had become so bleak and dark, that he stood in rooms of people that were a blur past him and a guitar that just no longer played.Never Again in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So when the sunshine girl met the rain boy, for a second, the world stood still. In that tiny little balcony, where there was only space for two, the sunshine girl asked the rain boy, "When was the last time you smiled?"
The rain boy was startled for a second at someone talking to him, but he answered anyway, "I think it was ten years ago."
"Is that because someone broke your heart?"
"It is because more than one person broke my heart."
"Oh." She paused for a moment, but looked up again, her eyes dancing like star like diamonds "Well, just because someone broke your heart, it doesn't mean that they should become the hero of your story."
A History of ImaginariumWhen we were young, we believed. In myths, in legends, in stories beyond the wildest imagination of the best story teller in the world. Tomorrow always held surprises, new stories, and new worlds for our imaginations to explore. Everything began with 'Once upon a time' and ended with 'Happily ever after.' We lived in a land where we all owned pet tyrannosaurus rexes, maybe a few dragons, a sword that rivaled Excalibur and faeries and pixies, who just happened to make great playmates. Fae food for some reason always seemed to be so much better than your average meal, and who needs an adult to talk sense to, when you could have a talking lion?A History of Imaginarium in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But time passed us by. And things changed. We grew up, much to Peter Pan's dismay. And things became what they would never become if we believed. Things became boring.
Reading became insipidly real, about average people with average lives. And what was worse, we enjoyed that much more that the fantastical tales that our imagination wa
My InspirationYou once asked me what inspired me, sweet love;My Inspiration in Free Verse More Like This
And I shall tell what you want to hear...
It is a girl who isn't clever, but clever in what she knows
and a lost boy who knows exactly where he is going to go.
It is the scent of cologne and smoke and lovemaking
and a man who wears his heart on his sleeve
It is a woman who has always believed in her lover
and he will let her down no more
It is a sick man who is whole again
and the wife who stayed by his side
It is a writer who has found a brand new muse
and the paint of the artist who draws her lover
It is the words of a poet whose trust is renewed
and the warmth in the words of the person who finds love anew
It is the broken hearted girl who is loved and doesn't know
and the tears that are caught in the hands of the unknown lover below
It is the boy with the tuneless guitar who plays it anyway
and the door opening just as you're walking away.
It is the chords of a song which is yet to be sung...
and of course, the sound of a rainstorm wh
ExcusesHe sleeps like a child without a voice. (And she listens like a child who cannot hear.)Excuses in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He dreams like a stranger on a train. (And she watches like another fixated by his thoughts.)
He sighs like the first whisper of a rainstorm. (And she understands like the eve of the storm.)
He breathes like tomorrow is his last day. (And she reminds him that he will live longer than ever.)
He sings like a bird in the winds of the forest. (And she understands the sweetness of every note.)
He cries like the downpour in the desert. (And she climbs to the ends of the earth to make him smile.)
He loses his way like a deer out of the forest. (And she guides him back each time to the place where he is meant to be.)
He breaks like a fragile flower in the dust and the wind. (And she tells him he is too strong to be fragile ever.)
He fights like the last angel defending heaven. (And she gives him his swords and armor.)
He writes like the blood from the finest writer's heart. (And she reads his words with awe
you neverdarkness falls like shattered glassyou never in Free Verse More Like This
and lights are swaying,
distant tail lights
like dreaming dancers across the grass.
all the sounds are sad like midnight air
in my lungs, on my tongue,
in the desert there.
we're stepping silent down the road,
asphalt cold under our toes,
a thousand eyes up in the sky-
we're being watched, and
that's how you feel when there's
oh, i just want to pretend
there's no such thing as friendly fires,
you're lips are liars.
every time i fold my hands
the creases cut deeper in
until my skin suffocates my bones
and they gasp in harmony.
it's so hard to lose you now,
when i know now that i have lost.
how could i have thought that
this was just an easy win?
how could i have thought
you wanted in?
i was so sure i would be
pain-free. now i'm hurting myself.
how could i?
i refuse this poem a titlei have pages of poetry written behind my eyelids andi refuse this poem a title in Free Verse More Like This
honestly, does it really matter?
no one reads it unless they want to,
and they can't unless they read my mind.
"they". who are they really, anyway? and why do they
i'm waiting for that one who's supposed to be half my soul
and can see through my apparently translucent-window eyes.
because i hear that's how you become in love.
but you see, it probably doesn't work that way,
since really my eyes are just glassy from
all the sleepless nights passed in poetic misery.
some sort of musing unwake-
this is what i've become.
don't worry, i'm not too emotional. i've actually grown quite
no, it doesn't hurt.
yes, it's painful.
no, you're not killing me.
insomniaci can't sleep becauseinsomniac in Free Verse More Like This
im thinking about scary movies
rough hands and your mouth.
the way it moves when you mumble and
the crease at the corner when you smile.
i keep singing the same song
by that boy everybody loves
about feeling alone, so alone.
so now i think about my life and how
it seems so empty for all i pull into it
and i want to cry but i wont because
it doesn't help at all.
i just pretend you're coming
to see me maybe tomorrow
and i pretend i have you to
look for when i wake up.
i can almost feel you holding
on to me, onto my hand like
there's nothing more real
in the whole wide world than
what is here between us.
im not sure where you will be in
the next days and months and years
but i can't sleep because i'm still
thinking about you and the way
your arm used to rest in the small
of my back.
and the way you would pull the sheets up
all the way to your chin in your sleep.
and the whispers that
passed between our lips
like the kisses we shared
while imagining we were
the only o
friday night ghostsyour lips touch my lipsfriday night ghosts in Free Verse More Like This
and your fingers
cold iron bars
on my neck.
our hearts are the noise
the television fuzz
echoing in my bedroom.
i have the empty feeling
of a frigid night
lighting gone somewhere
beyond the line of sight.
were friday night ghosts
made of dissipating vapors
in the wind, in the wind.
lets split open our hearts
on the hardwood floor
and count every saved up cent.
cause now i dont feel
like feeling any more
sunshine on my face.
lies and lovethe sun is a liar. it is not lovely and warm and gold. i woke up and sat in its lies. i woke up and im cold. why is there snow in the air? its covering the sky and the clouds. and the sun is there laughing at me. smirking. foul. i wont let it get to me. so ill look the other way. to the ground with itchy fingers. with nails that scratch my legs. and arms that hold me and tear my hair. im snagged between two layers. between fields and trees. musing to the painters, treacherous to me. but the water is surely forgiving. it cannot snatch and cannot lie. it feels around my body. it holds me while i fly. it sucks me into its lungs and deep deep i am breathed. and the air is a mischievous thing and it escapes me. if i close my fingers around the spheres as they float back to the sky, they burst and scatter between my hands and giggle before my eyes. i'm sure the river bank is soft. and it will be kind to me. and as i trickle to the silken grains i let it enlies and love in Free Verse More Like This
Half A SecondI run my wanting fingersHalf A Second in Free Verse More Like This
through your playful hair,
I trace lines of Love
down your back.
I caress your feverish soul
with burning hands
the breath of your skin
with my heartbeat.
Give me that smiling secret
from the corner of your mouth
and I shall share
a whisper of fire
Tender words hold me
and I hear a thousand untold stories
of love - soft,
like a trembling,
newborn raindrop on a rose petal
at early dawn.
A glowing dream
frames your face
and a promise
slips from my gaze
into your deep sea eyes,
like only the breeze
in a blooming garden
with every touch,
in the colors of a rainbow
for there is
- only existence.
And as our shadow
give you a new name.
The first rays of sunlight
invade our space
and I hold on
to the lingering warmth
for that it may lead us