SplintersI grew from the ground,Splinters in Free Verse More Like This
developing from flimsy
to hardened wood,
weathered and matured,
growing thick skin
to cover the scars.
Then my perfume echoed and
the sound shook the ground around me.
And I fell into the hands that
brought me to you.
You smelled different, sweeter.
And you said you liked my scent too.
Our scents, cedar and spruce
combined, filling the air
with passion, romance, love..
and we stuck ourselves together that day-
joined by lavender glue.
Our union was strong,
strong enough to feel as though
we would never part-
But if only it had lasted forever.
and with the time, change.
You didn't like my scent anymore.
I wanted no more of
your sweet stink
filling my everyday.
I pulled away.
So we fell apart.
Sharp splinters separate,
Rip and tear,
divide and fall,
But I'm still not rid of you.
As much as we tried to make a clean break
it never breaks even, as they say;
and I lost pieces of me that you took away.
I'll never get back.
Mending Shattered GlassI wish I could go back and explain.Mending Shattered Glass in Open More Like This
You never were as ugly as you thought you were.
I wish I could change what happened.
But what was, was.
And there's no changing that.
All I can do now is let you know
You are beautiful.
Despite what those cruel children said.
They were lies to deceive,
And you need not believe them anymore.
So, trust it now.
You can take those compliments
Without malice or disbelief,
Because honest truth has endured
And the truth was
the glass never shattered.
...to be free...Carry me off to a world with no worries...to be free... in Free Verse More Like This
a place where my sight is set free to roam rapid
Carry me away though your arms may be feeble
may our hearts keep us floating and our souls become one
Take me with you, will you?
To that place where dreams come true
where my fantasies take flight freely
and nothing else matters,
all else is left behind...
Take me away with you to the great wide world
where I don't feel so small anymore
But a part of it all...
Will you take me to that place?
Please may we go?
....to be free.... please, let us go...
The Disobedient KiteI once went flying with my masterThe Disobedient Kite in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He took me out on a windy day
He let me grow higher and higher
As the wind pulled me up and away
I pulled on the string he had tethered
Wishing to climb greater heights
I beckoned him softly to whether
He'd give me my freedom in flight.
He shook his head at my imploring
Stating the string held me up
'But the string just anchors my exploring!'
So I asked again, I wouldn't let up.
Finally he said he would show me
The value in rules he had set
And he cut at the string from below me
Exulted, I leaned, the wind swept
But the soaring expected then faulted
And broken, I began the fall
For the connection I'd found as a burden
Was what held me up high after all.
MiscarriageNevermind, I won't be needing that swaddler-wrap of yours after all.Miscarriage in Free Verse More Like This
Someone else can have it.
"Hi, I'm calling to remind you about your appointment this week.
Canceled? Would you like to reschedule?"
Email notification: Your baby this week.
Your baby is double in size from last week. Hands and feet are
emerging, but they appear to be more like paddles then the pudgy
extremities you are dreaming of holding and tickl
It happened yesterday.
But suddenly yesterday is a week ago...
Today I'm feeling better.
The laundry got done today.
Calendar notification: "Appointment in an hour with OB"
winds of changeburnt crisp air howls throughwinds of change in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
tangled red hair, smoke clings there,
left raw on her tongue
The SwingsetHer hair flies in the air,The Swingset in Concrete Poetry More Like This
her face stretched in a grin.
Moisture courses horizontally
across her cheeks into her hairline
as her hands clench the chains.
Her body, weightless in every sensation,
held aloft in momentum,
escaping all worry
for only a moment.
Giving Up the SugarThere was a little pig-tailed girlGiving Up the Sugar in Free Verse More Like This
who wanted the winter pony with the strawberry hooves,
but she got the dirty brown one instead.
Her sister got the white one.
What she wanted wasn't that important
There was a young wide-eyed girl
who wanted the pretty boy with the blueberry eyes
but she took the silly boy with the muddy eyes instead.
He liked her, and really,
what she wanted
wasn't that important
There was a young even-tempered woman
who wanted her wedding with the blackberry-lipstick roses
but she had the puny pink poppies instead.
Her friend had the red roses, and besides,
what she wanted
wasn't that important
There was a possibly pretty, cover-up-the-gray woman
who wanted out.
But she stayed anyway
because he said he loved her, and well,
what she wanted
wasn't that important
Now there's an elderly silver-haired woman
who wants that sugar in her tea, even though they say
it's not good for
Put the damn sugar in the tea.
Wouldn't It Be NiceWouldn't it be nice if we could live on love aloneWouldn't It Be Nice in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
-if every hug could build a home and
every kiss would scatter crisp dollar bills to bank us for years
Wouldn't that be nice
Wouldn't it be nice if love could solve more problems then it creates...
Then again wouldn't it be nice if not money grew on trees, but love did
If we could live on our hugs and kisses and just
being together would be enough
Wouldn't it be nice...
if the phrase "all you need is love" were literally true and
all we had to do was find that special someone
to place our picture puzzle piece fingers together in their perfect fit
and we've got it made
Then again I guess love wouldn't be
in that case...
We wouldn't know how it felt to tackle the towers of life's trials together and we wouldn't know how to lift each other up because we wouldn't know how it would be to fall down. We wouldn't understand what it feels like to celebrate our successes with midnight tosses in the s
Not MeI look in the mirrorNot Me in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And who do I see
Some one I don't know
Some one who's not me
Frizzy brown hair
Foggy green eyes
Pale white skin
I used to feel like I was here
Used to be part of this world
Now I'm invisible
A soul I can no longer feel
I'm living in my skin
That isn't my own
Only a thin layer of skin
To protect me from the cold
Her Gift of PainThe coldness inside her, from the thick sheet of ice that had hardened around her heart made the girl shiver, even now, in the middle of June. She was 17 and she was angry. Dressed in jeans and a shirt that was two sizes too big for her, with her hair, black and greasy, pulled into a sloppy, loose pony tail, she sat at a table staring blankly out of the classroom door. She was in the middle of a wonderful day dream when the teacher called out her name and directed her to the front board. This made her even angrier. The teacher stood with an out stretched hand waiting for the girl to take the chalk from her.Her Gift of Pain in General Fiction More Like This
"This is so stupid!" the girl thought as she grabbed at the chalk. She took a quick look at the algebraic equation the teacher had carefully carved out on the board, walked over and jotted down x=37. Without looking at the teacher, the girl put the chalk down on a front table and walked back to her seat.
"I shouldn't be here!" she yelled loudly inside her head. She knew she wasn't l
Locked AwayI'm trapped. Locked here inside my head. Stuck alone inside myself. I scream out in fear and pain but the sound doesn't escape my head. Instead it bounces violently from one side of my skull to the other. My body is so tired that my muscles feel like wet noodles, no longer capable of supporting my flesh and bone. I would give anything to find a bit of sleep but the screaming inside my head is so loud that sleep eludes me. I lay, collapsed on the bed, my body folded over on itself. I try desperately to calm my mind. My thoughts whip around inside my skull and crash into each other only succeeding in making more noise. My brain races, chasing its own tail, yet never becoming dizzy enough that it stops. I want to take a drill to my head and make a hole thru this thick bone so that all these thoughts can escape, quietly draining onto my pillow.Locked Away in Free Verse More Like This
Some one set me free!
You're Still AmazingIt's amazing how you can inflict such pain on me without even being nearYou're Still Amazing in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Without so much as a touch you can send searing pain through my body
Without so much as a whisper you can send my head spinning
Without so much as a thought of me you can send hot tears streaming down my face
Without so much as a keystroke you can send me over the edge
Without so much as an ache inside you, you can shatter me into a million pieces
Without so much as a second glance you walked away and left me in a sea of darkness
Without an ounce of regret you stole everything there was left inside of me
Leave The PiecesYou built me upLeave The Pieces in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Helped this brokenness inside me to start healing
You weren't afraid to pick up the pieces
Of a heart some one else shattered
You let me feel
Then you let me go
I watched you drop the heart you had pieced back together
I heard the familiar shatter of the pieces you just left on the floor
Now I miss your brown eyes
I miss the way you breathe
I miss that numbness you robbed me of
I sweep the pieces back under the rug where they belong
But I can still feel the breaking every time I walk across the floor
Every time I breathe
Too Tired To TitleThe television is too loud but the silence is painful.Too Tired To Title in Free Verse More Like This
I'm hungry but the thought of food turns my stomach.
The couch is too lumpy but the floor is too hard.
I'm lonely but I just want to be left alone.
My love for him makes my heart swell but my hate for him makes my head spin.
There's so much exploding inside me but I can't let it out.
He's not coming back but I'm still waiting for him.
My body is exhausted but my eyes just won't close.
I want to conclude this piece but I don't know how.
Lessons LearnedLessons Learned in Short Stories More Like This
Every evening, after the chores of the day were done, I would take off through the woods behind my house and across that old, rickety bridge that connected my world to yours.
As a girl, I always feared that bridge. My older brothers filled my head with visions of the terrible monsters residing in the forest on the other side of the large creek. According to the boys, the monsters themselves had built the bridge with the hope that it would entice young explorers to journey across and unwittingly become their feast.
Years later and a decade wiser, I couldn't run across that bridge fast enough. It was almost as if the knowledge that my everything was what awaited me, gave my heart wings. You were the reason I woke in the mornings and the reason cleaning out the horse stalls all afternoon no longer seemed so bad. You brought something new and special to my world.
You gave me:
An entire spring of dancing barefoot under the s
Three WordsIs it wrong to say, "I love you"Three Words in Free Verse More Like This
Having never known what it truly means
To love another individual, other than myself,
To feel the trickle of insanity
Flood from your flummoxed brain
Out your mouth in a stream of words
That you may regret in five seconds,
Not because they were negative,
But rather due
To the incomplete processing of information
That causes insecurity as to whether it was
Witty, stupid, or outright insane,
And whether in ten second if she will
Still be seated across the table.
Is it so wrong to be unable to imagine
A life that she does not exist
Commingled? That each breath
You long to take after each carefully crafted
Phrasing of words is not simply for me,
But rather just to express a mundane thought.
The idea that life is empty and infinite,
Filled with boundless opportunities
That I do not wish to bother with,
For I know there is one out of the
Infinite possibilities - specifically for me.
Is it really so wrong? I hope not,
But if it is, I long to be wrong
I'm so vainAll vanity aside, I am a narcissist;I'm so vain in Free Verse More Like This
I don't have an overly large ego,
I do not want everyone to look at me,
I don't want the world to revolve around me
Nor do I believe it should. In all hopes,
The world will continue to spin
On it's tilted axis around the radioactive
Gas ball just out of reach of every toddler's hand
And continue to provide ultraviolet light
To all those proud enough to not carry protection.
I have pride, I do believe I have talent
That someone appreciates what I do,
Whether that is truly talent, I have little hope
That someone will tell me as the comments die,
As the favorites decrease, as the supposedly
Two hundred plus watchers see my vile name,
Maneuver their "mouse" over the little 'x' and
In about as long as it takes for the clock to go tick,
If it did, as all clocks now tend to be digital,
And my work vanishes from their "busy schedule."
No, I am not vain, I simply wish to demonstrate
That for all the supposed love and support
And eager readers I have collecte
SerfdomEvery day wanders,Serfdom in Free Verse More Like This
Lost without purpose
Like a plastic bag
Drifting in the wind;
Meaning without logic.
A sense of where
Or even when
To stop and prosper.
Lately, I too,
I long to be
A simple plastic
Bag. I too
Wish to sit
And let nature
Too often, I am
Pulled, strung between
Two rigid poles
Drawn, and quartered.
Every time, I am I,
I am not I, but you;
Lately, my niche
Is not of my own,
It is yours and theirs.
Every day my mind
Fails to encourage
Creativity. Every day
I wander without
Decomposing air -
Immortality in wordsHow long will these words be relevant,Immortality in words in Open More Like This
even after crumbled dirt sifts
over glossed bling for your dead?
How often will my dreams persist
in a world where the air I breathe
has already undergone photosynthesis?
My dreams linger like my spirit;
although my life is spent,
buried six feet under compacted dirt,
these words are engraved
in Moses stones. Vertical granite
engulfed in unkempt valleys of your departed.
But my muse my muse, she remains
on this hardened plateau of shifting rock,
though her body is no longer encased
in your polished catafalque
she wanders freely wherever these words flow.
Her chestnut wisps of scrambled wisteria
cascading like boughs of weeping willows
over magenta framed spectacles
as twin emeralds spy
on other worlds and beings
caught in mans conflict
with man, nature, and self.
These lasting words conquer
what my dreams could not,
for my thanatophobia has been fulfilled
where my dreams have faltered,
fluttering on endless pages of d
A 4000 mile trekA quarter till nine and the horizons still litA 4000 mile trek in Free Verse More Like This
with a tangerine effulgence - a melodious
emulsion of twilight and dusk. Yet you
are discovering the mysteries of our minds,
instead of seeing this wonder 4000 miles
beyond the benign crashing upon mellow shores
of an infinite tide of isotropic crests
and troughs. Yet you trudge through memories,
new and old, as your mind connects thoughts and
ideas, in monumental ways. My only hope is that
when I rest at a quarter till three, that my dream
will be yours, my memories combined
in new and old ways, and thoughts of tomorrows sunrise.
Dusting the ShelvesMy shelves are filled with memoriesDusting the Shelves in Free Verse More Like This
Of the quaint and jovial kind.
The colorful mixture of spines,
Collected one by one at a time,
Peek out in pride
From the deserted cobwebbed shops,
As we write our own story
To fill up one last spot.
AtticMy attic is empty.Attic in Free Verse More Like This
There are no frosted boxes,
No tattered newspapers;
There are not crannies to hide,
For I refuse
To let memories die.
My attic is not a graveyard
Of memorabilia or trinkets.
Nor is it a scrapyard of thoughts.
My life is full of ends
That have lost their means,
And I can now only remember.
My attic is full of life,
For nothing ever dies
As long as it remains -
Misguided Devotion The current so strong,Misguided Devotion in Free Verse More Like This
As if gravity wasn't enough
To keep a man grounded
In one spot
For an eternity,
The constant surge
Of freshly strewn
From the duct work
Makes every stroke of my paddle
As if I partook in the lusty lotus.
Never does the river
Even as the light fades,
The violent rapids
Let Angels LayLet Angels Lay in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sleep little angel, in your cotton bed,
the one we wrought for you today,
to rest beneath your head.
The stars bequeath you doze this day
to slumber forsaking dreams,
and take beyond what things you may.
Twice the heavens opened their faultless seams
to bring upon your tired remains,
a hallucination that God deemed.
When the sun shines, darkness will drain;
the earth bathed in sunlight,
upon which you shall refrain.
The darkness is your delight,
a home to which you were born;
dreams are your victuals, which you fight
once more. For my little angel, I mourn.