Southern Belle with a LispYou have large compass eyesSouthern Belle with a Lisp in Free Verse More Like This
and a bad habit
of losing your balance
and getting in over your head.
I like to watch you drown
at the bubbles you leave behind.
"There goes the boy
I never got a chance to know,"
"wrapped up in idle dreams
and faded blue-jean summer glory."
I write your eulogy
across the lines on my palm
as the steam of my breath rises
and dying-you whispers,
"Once. Twice. Three times and I'm gone."
You were always lost to me
but I make promises,
as you get swept up in the waves,
to tell everybody differently.
They don't have to know
that I only saw you just one night,
that I only loved you for an hour,
that I only remember you
and your Kentucky country-boy accent
when it rains.
The water on their scales.At the bottom of the seaThe water on their scales. in Free Verse More Like This
where the waves can't touch
and the sun doesn't hit
and the divers can't hold their breaths long enough to reach,
mermaids flip their fins
and sculpt hair combs out of seashells
and warble desperate love songs the world will never hear.
SuffocatingAnd babe, the truth is,Suffocating in Free Verse More Like This
I'm just the landfill you dump
your bad days into.
Hey, Mr. Mailman.Mr. MachoHey, Mr. Mailman. in Free Verse More Like This
with your tight pony-tail hair
and your disgruntled
Who are you trying to kid?
Life is worth more
than the six-pack of Bud Light
you're carrying under your arm.
Go out and live it.
Pockmarked CollarbonesSoft,Pockmarked Collarbones in Free Verse More Like This
across swan-dive necks
and pockmarked collarbones
bearing the weight
of the clouds.
French vanilla lip gloss
and glitter snowflakes
flecking from my lotion-smooth skin
to your stop sign sunburns.
splayed like ivy vines
across fishnet tights
and trembling thighs,
of caught-in-the-moment feelings
tumbling into buzzing ears,
the raging inferno
of your last name replacing mine
the shrill sirens
that might have saved us.
Like fallen sparrows,
and beaks still emitting silent shrieks,
we broke across the concrete,
running like yolk
from a dozen different places,
a striking white
under the tornado-gray sky.
A better natural disaster than love
in the heat of July,
and I think I'll name it after you
and your pits-of-midnight eyes
with my last gasping breath.
Burning hope brightly.Hours before dawn,Burning hope brightly. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the front step feels like losing.
One kiss ignites hope.
Hummingbird WingsI have a secret:Hummingbird Wings in Free Verse More Like This
I'm on to you.
The weight of your voice
reminds me of hummingbird wings
and I can't stand
the way you twirl your hair.
It's not a ribbon
or a shoelace
or an earring;
and look at me!
The purse of your lips
when you're angry
makes me think
of my grandmother's disapproval,
and I detest
the way you hold yourself
like you know something
the rest of us don't.
Like you know the destiny
you're being led to
and you're just waiting
for it to make the first move.
I might have known her, once.On Tuesday,I might have known her, once. in Free Verse More Like This
I stood with my arms folded over my chest
trailing cold and lonely fingers
down my spine
icy water lapping hungrily at
and I watched them pull the body
from the lake.
She'd been there a while,
weighed down by crooked smiles and ten pounds of cover-up,
but I still caught traces
of track-mark bruises down her arms
and her tattoo-permanent eyeliner
was a streak of black
on her gray skin.
Her lips were stained
and her skin was mottled,
ripped away at the edges
and the rocking melody of the waves.
If she still had eyes,
I remember thinking,
they'd be slit down the middle
and glaring at me
for forgetting everything I once knew about her.
Except for her name
and the ways she'd always tilted her head when she laughed,
the obituary in this morning's paper
gave nothing away.
MoonblinkedWhile the Earth dreams,Moonblinked in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
silence devours a
moody crescent moon.
Whispering LaceWear your scars like Sunday's best lace; too fewWhispering Lace in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
ears have heard you crying over love's dusty grave. I
eavesdrop on your silent apologies and wide-eyed screams; all
promises He made to stick around fall from lying lips like a scandal.
Is this what you wanted, smeared mascara and heartache to go?
New beginnings have a price; if you wanted to follow
God into the clouds, you bet wrong. God's a loss.
Burning In The Morningi feel like being angry andBurning In The Morning in Free Verse More Like This
periodically i get
flashes of a heat that
singes my split ends and
makes it hard to breathe because
i don't do well with madness
although i'm always mad [in a
sense, my darling] but
anger? anger? i've never
felt this anger, not like this
usually so complacent so heartfelt
so soft i'm so soft, i'm
i'm pathetic and i'm tempted to
kiss embers into your esophagus.
i'm pathetic and i'm temped to
murder you with my fiery love/hate.
oh, but hate is too strong of a word
to be used on a firefly such as yourself.
Holiday Themed and Everythingi triedHoliday Themed and Everything in Free Verse More Like This
spiced chai tea today
but it was
the fake kind,
not the real tea and
reminded me of you
you're as fake as they come
kind of good.
I'm Keeping Youyou say this sounds likeI'm Keeping You in Free Verse More Like This
a bad time
but i think this is the best time;
the best time for you to see who i really am,
who i become in the instant the wolves aren't looking
and who i am when i can't be me much longer.
don't be afraid if you find me with a colorful
drink that reeks of Russia and a slash of a bro/ken
smile: it's me, and i'm still here, but i'm
just trying to survive in a torn-up world.
The Spelling of Usall about us was not all about you orThe Spelling of Us in Free Verse More Like This
me or the dog but it was all about us and
how i felt whole in your arms and nowhere else
and your wings wanted more than Russian aerospace
and we would consistently ask each other the same
but we knew GOD we knew
that life would never be the same without
i just wish that you didn't have to come first
because then we might have outlasted the only syllable.
I'll Shove Youthe morning will comeI'll Shove You in Free Verse More Like This
the sun will rise
life will go on
just as i will breathe
and you will cease to
(until you decide to wake up to
the fact that nothing is easy
and that's not how
great men are made: you must be opposed
if you are to succeed at anything)
Happy Birthdayand i'm staring at the candlesHappy Birthday in Free Verse More Like This
(blue, pink, and yellow) when i say
"he would be seventeen today" and that's when
i start crying and i light them
motherfuckers up, the wax dripping
all over the frosting; mom says
"it's probably hard for
his mother" and i look at her and
she's crying too, but she can't
see me and there's a couple
awkward moments until i say
"let's sing" and my mother sighs like
it's the hardest thing since letting go
and we sing. she calls him her sweet cherub
caleb and it hurts. my chest hurts
again and i say "we all blow them out,
together" and we do. i still can't believe
i lit the candles (i'm afraid of fire,
don't you remember?) and that he's really gone.
when you're a teenager, you think these days will
never end, we'll never die. but we do. he just
went too soon, i think. he was one of the best of
us. i mean, how can you let that die? and so many of us
are. letting him die, i mean. some won't speak
his name. i used to be one of them. then i cut the
cake and normal
Lonely Country Roads are Killerthe night he held my hand for the first time, we almost died. but we didn't. die, i mean. the car fishtailed and he lost control and i froze up tighter strung than the seatbelt holding me and we almost flipped, but we didn't. flip, i mean. the first thing he did after the car stopped swerving was put his hand on my leg and ask if i was okay.Lonely Country Roads are Killer in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"are you okay?"
then he waited a moment and i took his hand in mine and he asked again.
"are you okay?"
"yes. calm down. you're alive, i'm alive, the car is fine. we're both probably in shock though, but i don't think we'll die of that."
he laughed and squeezed my hand and i squeezed back. we stayed like that for a while, until we got back to town and i almost let go but didn't. let go, i mean. he remarked as to how lucky he was and brought god into it.
"i am incredibly lucky."
"why do you say that?"
"everything. i live a happy life and we didn't just die. i mean, there is a God. there must be."
i didn't tell him that i had more reaso
Untitledspattering notebook paper withUntitled in Free Verse More Like This
bloody coughed-up words isn't
my idea of showing a girl a
good time. the tighter the
numbness curls around my
brainstem, the more i wish i was
born with a whole cerebellum: it's
hard to give up what you never had.
Love, a Funny Four Letter WordhavocLove, a Funny Four Letter Word in Free Verse More Like This
is a funny word.
you and me
are two funny beings
dying in their own funny ways with
funny liquids seeping from their wounds
[i know mine is a combination of
vodka and olive oil and sanguine
tears, i don't know about yours]
and other funny things on their
like funny stories. you know i
always loved your funny stories.
like the one where you were
talking about your mom and i being
your slaves and we started laughing and
i said "hahahahaha fuck you."
you laughed your hardest
but that was you in the time
that was 'then', and i'm afraid that
this is 'now' and i can't seem to get
over how we seemingly skipped the
in between. the in between where you
were supposed to hold me close and
really savor the blood in your mouth.
my blood. god, did you ever? because
i'm drowning in the taste of yours as
or rather, as we don't.
Speed Limit Wasn't In His Vocabularytoo often i would look over andSpeed Limit Wasn't In His Vocabulary in Free Verse More Like This
see he was going too fast and i would say
so and in this way i kept him safe
(and he kept me risky) and we lived like this
until i couldn't take his inner child
until he couldn't take my inner middle-aged woman
any longer and i tore his lungs apart
but he tore mine first
we were always too good at
knowing each other too well
ResurrectionResurrection in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i see the world with new eyes
now it all begins
Tic-Tac"Bună seara!Tic-Tac in Free Verse More Like This
Am venit şi eu
cu o pereche de ochi căprui
S-au stricat acum vreo şase luni
şi de-atunci nu vor nicicum
să mai vadă
Când am venit să-i iau înapoi
erau mai mari şi mai strălucitori
dar clipeau cu un zgomot
După ce i-am înşurubat la loc
mi-am dat seama
c-au fost reparaţi
de un ceasornicar
şi nu de mecanicul
la care mă duc o dată pe lună
Vedeam doar momente
alături de oameni care nu respirau,
dar pe care încă încercam
prin care mi-ar fi plăcut
Basme ModerneDe când sunt micăBasme Moderne in Free Verse More Like This
scotocesc în fiecare seară
în coşul de gunoi
după un alt
care să-mi spună povestea lui,
pentru că adevăratele basme
nu sunt scrise de fraţii Grimm
ci de florile respinse,
ţigările fumate până la filtru
şi scrisorile care nu ajung
Din când în când,
îmi găsesc din greşeală
sub coaja unei banane,
prefăcându-se că se înveleşte
Şi atunci ascult
cel mai frumos basm din lume,
căci deşi pare că se termină
cu fiecare prinţ care pleacă
înainte să salveze prinţesa,
ea învinge singură zmeii,
nu doarme mai mult de şase ore pe noapte,
mănâncă doar mere verzi
şi nu-şi pierde niciodată
în mâinile altora.
Plimbari nocturneAm corpul înecat de sentimente,Plimbari nocturne in Free Verse More Like This
dar lipsit de bărci şi veste de salvare
aşa că visele au dezertat,
au alergat ţinându-se de mână
către bărcile ancorate de podeaua camerei mele,
şi-au vâslit pe pereţi şi pe tavan,
contemplând stelele inexistente
cu ochii închişi şi degetele întinse.
Au coborît apoi în valurile părului meu
ca să-şi jure dragostea de o noapte
în faţa fiecărui fir,
atente să nu se lovească de buzele mele.
Ştiau că sunt cele mai reci stânci,
deşi n-a rămas nimeni suficient de mult,
încât să se sinucidă sărind de pe ele.
Raspunsuri.Răspunsurile sunt cărţi de joc ce zac pe asfalt,Raspunsuri. in Free Verse More Like This
pe care le cauţi când vrei să câştigi,
pe care le găseşti când deja ai pierdut,
pe care le pierzi când deja nu-ţi mai pasă.
Răspunsurile sunt cărţi de joc
dar niciodată cartea de care ai nevoie.
Răspunsurile sunt întrebări fără semne de întrebare.
Dimineata numarul 10. Prima zi de Crăciun. În tot oraşul se aud doar râsete şi colinde, dar străziile sunt pustii.Dimineata numarul 10. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Doar doi adolescenţi stau într-o staţie aşteptând autobuzul. Râsetele lor se ciocnesc de pereţii blocurilor răsunând.
- Şi... şi... şi copilul... cap... ren, spuse Iris, încercând să vorbească fără să râdă.
- Care... alunecat... gheaţă, zise el printre hohotele de râs.
Uşile se deschid. Autobuzul era complet gol, dar de data asta s-au aşezat liniştiţi pe scaune. Erau obosiţi, avuseseră parte de o noapte plină cu zăpadă, jocuri, ciocolată caldă şi plimbări.
- M-am simţit foarte bine azi, spuse ea zâmbind.
SaHai să fim străini din nou!Sa in Emotional More Like This
Să ne întâlnim iar pentru prima dată, de preferat în acelaşi loc ca atunci. Să schimbăm puţin scenariul de data asta. Şi numele, dacă ajută. Să ne zâmbim pentru prima dată din colţuri diferite ale camerei. Să ne întindem mâna printre ceilalţi oameni ca să facem cunoştinţă. La atingerea mâinii mele să ţi se pară cunoscută pielea asta rece. Să îţi treacă prin cap că ne cunoaştem, dar că am uitat amândoi. Să mă întrebi dacă ne-am mai văzut. Să-ţi zâmbesc şi să-ţi spun că ne-am privit, fără să ne vorbim, în fiecare zi prin ochii altor oameni. Apoi să ieşim afară. Să cadă frunzele fără să se lovească. Să bată vântul fără s
PrimadataiubimdincuriozitatePrima dată iubim din curiozitate,Primadataiubimdincuriozitate in Free Verse More Like This
să vedem dacă ne place sau dacă nu
şi probabil suntem sado-masochişti
pentru că o facem şi a doua oară,
sperând că se va sfârşi altfel,
când de fapt se sfârşeşte la fel,
iubim iar, mai optimist acum
doar a treia oară-i cu noroc
sau cine ştie poate a patra,
şi iubim încă o dată
pentru că ne plictisim
şi altceva nu ştim să facem.
A şasea iubire e şi ultima
nu de alta, dar rămânem fără timp,
şi ne facem valizele pentru cealaltă lume
repetând în gând acelaşi discurs:
"singurul meu păcat e că am iubit cu adevărat
o singură dată."
Noi. Eu. Ei.Am trecut pe lângă banca noastră azi. Fără să vreau. Uitasem în care parc era dar am recunoscut-o în momentul în care am văzut-o. Era încă roşie, încă murdară de dragoste şi de noi. Am trecut nepăsătoare pe lângă ea şi m-am purtat de parcă nu o cunoşteam. M-a strigat şi mi-a reproşat că am lăsat-o singură, că nu am mai vrut-o. Dar m-am prefăcut că nu am auzit-o şi nu m-am întors. Am continuat să merg şi să-mi strivesc lacrimile în degete şi frig.Noi. Eu. Ei. in Emotional More Like This
Am trecut pe lângă banca noastră azi. Am vrut să văd ce mai face, speram să nu mai fie tristă. Dar ploaia uitării spălase dragostea şi dorul. Era complet albă şi ştiu că niciodată nu i-a plăcut culoarea asta. Aşa că m-am aşezat pe ea şi am început s
Cu sufletele spate-n spateSufletul meu stă cuminteCu sufletele spate-n spate in Free Verse More Like This
în spatele ochiului stâng,
e prea timid să-ţi spună
aşa că se mulţumeşte
să privească dragostea altora
prin geamul ăsta maro,
pe care îl spăl în fiecare zi
doar cu apă sărată.
Sufletul tău e prea leneş
să mai simtă ceva,
vrea doar să se odihnească
în talpa piciorului drept,
e foarte obosit de la cât
s-a chinuit să mă iubească,
dar eu am ştiut mereu că n-o reuşească,
în fond, cine-ar putea iubi o fată
cu ochi căprui ca ai mei?
Monologul ploiiAi venit şi tu în sfârşit! Ce ţi-a luat atât? De şase ori ţi-am bătut în geam. N-ai văzut c-a anunţat şi la televizor că vin? În fine... Lasă asta. Zi-mi mai bine, de ce ai ieşit cu umbrela asta galbenă? N-am vorbit noi mereu de la egal la egal? Hai, fă-mi pe plac şi închide-o. Măcar de era albastră, nu de alta dar galbenul îmi aminteşte de Soare. Şi ştii şi tu prea bine că nu ne înţelegem. Şi acum îmi poartă pică pentru că am divorţat. Dar ce? E vina mea că el pleca întotdeauna seara de acasă? Mă săturasem să iau mereu cina singură şi să tremur noaptea de frig şi singurătate. E clar că avea ceva de ascuns de lipsea mereu, nu m-aş fi mirat să aflu că mă înşela cu cine ştie ce stea. Păcat de mine, erau mul&Monologul ploii in Emotional More Like This
She's EverythingI try to forget about her.She's Everything in Free Verse More Like This
My friends are always teasing me about dating a girl like her.
But she's everything to me.
She's the one who understands the real me and still loves me.
When I'm with my friends she's all I can think about.
The tell me to stop daydreaming.
But she's constantly on my thoughts.
Sometimes I wonder how I ever deserve her.
I hope I can learn to deserve her...
To FlyHer dream was to fly.To Fly in Free Verse More Like This
To excape from the ground where her insecurities lay.
A place where she would be free.
In the sky no one could hold her back, she would be her own master.
To be able to see the world from a new perscetive.
To live amoung the birds, they would never judge her.
From a distance someone called her name.
She knew if she could fly her life would never be the same.
She pondered on the thought.
One day she would...
Yellow RosesKyra glanced at the calender. She wished it was any other than Feburary 14th. It wasn't that she didn't love chocolates, cards, hearts, and flowers. Valentine's Day was only for couples. A day to celebrate love. Something she had never had. Boys never glanced her way. She wasn't one of the pretty girls and she knew she never would be. There had been one boy she had danced with at a church dance with, but she hadn't seen him for a while. She knew today she would be sitting at home watching romantic comedies and wishing she had someone special. Kyra went down stairs and put on a movie called Something Borrowed. Kyra let out a small sigh. She was at the best part when the doorbell rang. "Coming!" she shouted. She opened the door and at that moment her whole day had changed. "John?" she asked full of confusion, "What are you doing here?" "I came to bring you these." he replied. He pulled out 11 yellow roses. Kyra's heart dropped. Yellow roses meant only friends... "Oh thanks." she mumbled.Yellow Roses in Settings More Like This
Show ThemKeep your head up, don't look back.Show Them in Free Verse More Like This
Don't let them see they've hurt you.
You can cry in your room when your all alone.
If you show pain they win this game.
You can't give them the satisfaction of winning.
Hold tight with all your might.
Show them you'll put up a fight.
Just smile at them and then walk away.
One day they might win the battle but not today.
Still AloneI'm still alone.Still Alone in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting for someone to be a friend.
Sadly this is probably how the story will end.
This is MeA dreamer.This is Me in Free Verse More Like This
A girl who sings in the rain.
Someone who people often overlook, but when they know her they love her.
A person who laughs whole-hearted.
Someone who knows the answer to a question, but is afraid it's wrong.
A young women who's emotions act like a river.
One minute calm and flowing then rushing and rapide.
A friend once told her she is kind, sweet, and smart.
A person who imagens so many things and wishes they were real.
Her goal is to be a person who can change people's life for the better.
Someone who can be a light in the dark.
Someone once told her if the world lived by your standards it would be a better place.
And she is so much more and I hope one day she cn see that.
My FacadeMy outward facade conceals my true twisted self.My Facade in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The world believes I have inteligence and wealth.
Burdens are on my shoudlers that are unseen by many eyes.
I have well learned to wear my perfect disguise.
A secret lies behind my lips that's covered with a smile.
I have practiced hiding my inner feelings for a while.
Pains of the past are behind my carved mask.
I am becoming a professional at my special task.
I dare not look at the person I have become.
The truth fills my mind and I am now numb.
I stare at the corrupted thing I am now.
There is no audiece so I can take a bow.
Reality freezes my soul at the thought of the truth.
I wish I could burn all the rotten proof.
I am not longer really me.
I am lost to the person I never wanted to be.
Your the GirlYour the girl who sits in the back of his chemistry class.Your the Girl in Free Verse More Like This
He doesn't even know your name.
You wish he would just look ur way or talked to you.
Even just for a day.
But the problem is he's stuck in his own perfect world where people on the outside don't matter.
Your friends tell your there are other fish in the see.
You think if only he wanter me.
You try everything to get this attention.
You change your clothes and your hair.
You laugh and pretend to be really happy it doesn't work.
You start to give up and go back to your old life.
You guess everything will be all right.
You have play coming up and you have a solo part.
Your a little nervous but can't wait to start.
It's opening night, your so eyes are shinning like the stars in the night sky.
It's finally your turn to shine.
You begin to sing.
A sweet, gentle voice rings out.
This the best night of your life that you've been dreaminng about.
The play is over everone congratulates you.
Then he walks up to you.
"Railey, was amazing I
The Real MeThe real me likes dancing in the rain.The Real Me in Free Verse More Like This
The real me crys when she's in pain.
The real me wishes to belong.
And has wanted to belong for so long.
The real me hopes to find love.
The real me wants to find people who won't judge her.
The real me loves writing poetry.
The real me is silly and crazy.
The real me loves to laugh.
The real me loves to read and dream about distant places.
The real me is quiet but kind.
The real me likes to go on DA in my spare time.
The real me hopes to find someone to except me fot me...
DA CommentsMake my day.DA Comments in Free Verse More Like This
Make me look at my art in a whole new way.
Make me smile.
Make my art worth while.
Make me start to find the real me.
Tell me I'm not alone.
Show that I'm unique and that I'm not just another clone.
Make me feel like I belong.
People actually care enough to ask what's wrong.
Keep commenting! It may change someone's day
Jury DutyI choke down the thingsJury Duty in Free Verse More Like This
you wouldn't understand
so I don't have to shrink
under your judgement.
My third eye turned inwards
is jury enough;
never experiencing anything but
playbacks of bygones
of a girl no longer here.
All I know is hate for my past,
so I'll never let you see it.
All you know is love for my present,
so you don't understand
why compliments make my gaze
can't fight the current,
into the depths
of my own Mariana Trench.
Through these lies,
my past infects who I've become;
sickly purple veins
climb my limbs like ivy
till they reach my heart
and shut it down.
I'm so sorry I haven't been honest,
but if I didn't give myself a fresh start,
IntroductionI would like to introduce you to me. I have three names but I will not tell you them.Introduction in Scraps More Like This
My first name means "dark one".
My favourite things are the deepest parts of the oceans of my dreams, where the sun's rays don't reach, and I can breathe just fine, and I don't stop swimming down even though I am filled with terror. (Or is it the thrill of the unknown?)
I find my place in the world's somber and thoughtful music injected into my ears, speakers as needles, so very much like heroin. I am stretched to be everywhere I can be by the sounds that explore and entice their canvass of silence. Maynard James Keenan has been my soul's best friend for as long as I can remember, but he'll never know.
My curiousity probes every direction, under the ever-present compression of space's (vacuum), ahem, embrace. (Safe, but not quite comforting.) I love, without prejudice, anything new I can unearth (bare fingers in the dirt), to then be stored in the perpetually hungry midnigh
CaressWith ever-so-soft finger traces,Caress in Free Verse More Like This
I connect the freckles on your chest,
creating our own constellations
in the new milky ways
that erupt into existence wherever we touch.
Your cool caress across my lips
makes my every nerve awaken,
craving the unknown taste of yours.
But you hold back,
leaving me to longingly breathe you in
like a passing summer breeze.
I savour how you shudder,
a silent sigh of your body
as my hand brushes
the top of your spine,
and the way the little hairs rise
into the glow of the moonlight
that slow-dances in the air above your skin.
I wouldn't mind if the sun forgot to come up.
My Own Song of Fire and IceI could not have foreseen the warmth you would bring to my life,My Own Song of Fire and Ice in Free Verse More Like This
though your fiery red hair should have been a sign.
Through a sideways smile,
you tell me you could kiss me forever,
and I oblige
in our own little overnight trysts
secluded from the world.
Your pale, icy blue eyes
are like sun showers, flash frozen.
A blizzard that locked away the painful moments of my past,
turning them into nothing more than tiny air pockets
in the solid surface upon which we now walk forward,
hand in hand.
With your touch,
you give me heated sighs
and chilled goosebumps both,
You are my own song of fire and ice.
A Rose in a Black HoleI push my collection of thorns into my skin,A Rose in a Black Hole in Free Verse More Like This
their edges worn down from incessant use,
no longer reaching my veins.
Stretching open half-healed wounds
in order to armour me
from the vast, heavy loneliness
that threatens to crush me from all sides.
But the fear, in its eternality, suffocates worse than any pain.
So I inhale, let it pour like molasses down the walls of my lungs.
As it reaches the bottoms and begins to pool
I am still breathing.
I am still alive.
I raise my face up,
in full surrender to whatever lies ahead.
And all the thorns,
the remainders of all that lies behind,
I am naked,
and in that is my newfound strength.
EvanescenceYou’re supposed to make love the night of your wedding day, but John and I did not. Frankly, I don’t know how anyone can. We were exhausted. Our day started at the crack of dawn to get ready and was filled with constant adrenaline, standing, travelling, photos, socializing, speeches, dancing; before we knew it, it was 3 am and we had no energy left for anything else.Evanescence in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So, the night of our wedding day, John and I just sprawled our clothes across the chairs in our fancy hotel suite and crawled into bed. Both laying on our backs, looking up at the beautifully painted ceiling, we sleepily recalled our favourite moments of the day. Like when his father was the first to get on the dance floor and make a total fool of himself, and when my maid of honour made half the room tear up with her beautiful speech about how happy we’ve been from the very start.
I nuzzled my face into his collarbone and murmured, “This has been the best day of my lif
Moonbeam EpiphaniesYou sit on the windowsill in a stranger's room,Moonbeam Epiphanies in Free Verse More Like This
gazing out at nameless people,
their faces sickly yellow beneath the streetlights.
The stranger's breaths are an unfamiliar rhythm,
out of sync with everything you once knew.
Now you're tuned into all that is off-beat;
the wrong radio frequency
and a broken dial.
You wish to be outside,
but if you left
you'd be wishing you were right back here.
Because restlessness, ironically,
is attached to you in one steady place,
but you can't figure out where.
Like a phantom itch,
impossible to satisfy.
Wanderlust, minus the desire;
you don't know what the hell else to do.
If you're still,
it all settles in;
everything you can't face
will prove that it's here to stay.
So you run
because no, no, no,
not yet, please just wait...
Your hourglass figure ticks,
the sand knocking against your ribcage:
Can I come in now?
If you keep moving,
the grains, the seconds,
bounce around aimlessly but never fall,
never fall into reality.
Eau de InsomniaYour smell lingers on my pillowEau de Insomnia in Free Verse More Like This
so I do not sleep.
I choke on the oxygen
we no longer share.
It's laced with thoughts of you,
misty tendrils that take hold
and spread like ivy
along the inner walls of my lungs.
How can I close my eyes when
I see you imprinted
on the insides of their lids?
As if your face was the sun
and I stared for too long,
welcoming a blindness
that never came.
Love is just chaos that makes you smile7. AugustLove is just chaos that makes you smile in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You always had a way of holding my attention, and in that moment, I noticed nothing else. But now, looking back, I remember one thing best.
The leaves were far too still.
The leaves were far too still as we took a walk arm-in-arm beneath trees whose branches were so intertwined that we could not see the sky. It was dark on that path, but we were unafraid.
We came to an opening where the sky was visible above and there was a creek below, and a bridge. That bridge... I wonder if it still has our names carved in it after all these years.
Standing on the middle of that bridge, you kissed me and smiled that smile of yours… The one that could only come straight from your heart, squinting your beautiful brown eyes and squeezing my insides in way that made me always crave it. I wanted to make you smile at me that way forever.
It started to rain so we headed back; by the time we reached the edge of the forest, it had become a downpour.
DancingI can't dance, Dreamgirl. Did you know that?Dancing in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I think Novembers will always hurt the most, unless maybe I meet you on the seventh or the fifth or your birthday falls around that time. That might be okay, I think. But I will always think differently in November.
Explain this, please:
It is December and cold and bright and perfect. It smells like woodsmoke and snow in the clouds and when she steps outside, she takes a deep, deep breath. But the air is too cold for her scarred insides and she starts to cough uncontrollably. Why doesn't she remember that cold air makes her lungs tight?
Maybe she pretends not to remember. Or maybe she is preoccupied because she is thinking of last month and how she can't breathe. But it was warm in November. Warmer than last year. The scars were quieter, but that could have been because of you, actually.
She draws a second, careful breath and cinches her coat more tightly around her. She glares sullenly at the cheery winter sky and it glows back, making h
Conversations in the Rain"At least put up your umbrella. Seriouslyyou'll catch your death out here,"Conversations in the Rain in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I turn to look at her, give her a withering look, and turn away. I lift and relax my shoulder blades, settling my jacket more snugly about me. The raindrops that cling to the water-resistant fabric scatter with the movement and, for a moment, I'm surrounded by a silvery halo. Then the little droplets fall and burst against the pavement at my feet, and the moment's gone.
There's an umbrella in my pack, of course. I should use it, probably. It's an old wives' tale that getting cold and wet will make you sick, but I'd never been able to convince her of that. She was always stubborn that way.
She frowns disapprovingly now. "I'm not impressed by this, you know. I don't know what you think you're doing, but we both know you should get inside,"
I look at the ground for a second. The rain has plastered my hair to my face and neck, and when I look up, she reaches out to peel an errant curl from where it's settled
I wanted to tell youThere's a heady exhilaration blooming in my chest and a broad, triumphant smile on my lips and I know I look almost too happy, but I can't control my beaming, and I am absolutely bursting to tell you the news:I wanted to tell you in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That my essay was perfect, that I nailed the presentation, that the biochem final was a walk in the park.
And, oh, God, I want to tell you so many things and that I love you and that I want you and I want to feel your arms around me, just barely containing my wild excitement. I want to laugh with relief and feel your lips curve up in a smile against the skin of my neck.
And I love you,
I love you,
I love you.
It's these moments when I am absolutely on top of the world that I want to share with you. I want you to laugh and tease me and call me a nerdy little bookworm and your baby girl and then kiss me all over so that I am pulled in a thousand directions at once. I want to absolutely unwind in your arms, but you hold me so tightly that I'm never afraid
TrueI lost everything I was, true.True in Free Verse More Like This
But all I was
I was for you.
I wish you knew
How I still cry
To think of you
SmokeI don't know if it's the smoke in my lungs or your lips on mine, but I swear I am floating in my own skin, so close to drifting away, just like the gray haze that spirals towards the ceilingSmoke in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But you hold me to you, deliciously too tight, as if you feel me falling away
And with my hands locked around your wrists and the amber scent of you deep in my chest, I know I would not leave you.
I will never leave you
The mist is cool as it prickles over my skin, but it warms to the blood tumbling through the translucent blue veins of my wrists.
The scent is sharper than I remember, harsh and biting, as though the amber curves are turning to razor blades, sharp and lethal and warning you away.
I anoint the hollows beneath my ears and the sharp points of my clavicle with my fingertips and I imagine that she is still holding me too tightly, and so I am almost safe.
Because there are lines drawn into me that you dare not cross, and because there are some promises I still keep.
And I am kee
Inside OutIt is like my skin cannot contain meInside Out in Free Verse More Like This
Like every fear and every secret
Churns and hammers and rages
Just beneath my shoulder blades
And the worn-out hollow
At the base of my throat
And I am stretched so thin
That only a fragile membrane
Stands between my heart
And how its every beat would be written
Into the translucent skin of my wrists
If it weren't so firmly caged behind my ribs,
If I hadn't already made that mistake
Of wearing my heart on my shirtsleeves once before.
I think sometimes
That I might be tearing already
Unraveling at those very seams
That I'm trying my hardest to hold together
So that when you ask me
If there's something wrong,
I'm beginning to indulge
In a short pause where
I don't meet your eyes.
I look down instead,
And for a brief moment,
I let that small, private pain
Pass across my face and
Press against my lips
I'll push it back, though
Because I need to prove to myself
That my skin is not so fragile as it seems
That I'm not as vulnerable as I feel
That I am capa
DreamgirlDear Dreamgirl,Dreamgirl in Letters More Like This
You don't know it yet, but you might save my life.
You are taller than I am and your hands are long so that they fold over mine. Your
mouth is full and real and made for smiling and your eyes are sharp because you see
and kind because you pretend not to.
Sometimes, when I'm walking down the street, I see somebody in a crisp dress uniform
or carefully groomed fatigues and my stomach bottoms out. I want to cry, but I don't,
because I swear to God nobody will ever see me cry ever again.
I might hold your hand too tightly and put my face into your neck, because the warm
scent of you drifts over your sensible shoulders and everything that was spiraling
away will spin back into place
In the ugly, scarred parts of me, the parts that I don't like to show anybody,
there'll be a sliver of coal-black disbelief. You're going to leave me, too. You will.
You'll walk away and you'll never look back, just like she did. And I'll be alone
again and more broken than
Drowning InstinctTwenty secondsDrowning Instinct in Free Verse More Like This
And there's no air
I can't, says her body
And her empty lungs agree
I can't do this anymore.
There is nothing,
Nothing you can do
No air to breath
No strength to move
Safe? They mouth it from the shore.
She's not crying
Or waving her hands
There's no frantic splashing.
three a.m.It is nearly three a.m. on a Sunday and half the world is awake.three a.m. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Strains of the national anthem bounce off the alleyways and filter through my window. From my room on the sixth floor, I can see a group of inebriated revelers stumble past on their way from one bar to another. They laugh and shout and wave a great star-spangled flag above their heads. One boy is wearing pale blue-checkered boxers and little else.
I turn away. Back to my room, which is dark and my roommate who is asleep, and to my bed where I have chased sleep with far less success for nearly three hours. I am supposed to be happy, maybe. Proud, at least. Tonight, of all nights, I am supposed to be able to sleep easier.
I am supposed to be celebrating death.
And yet, the most emotion I can muster is mild surprise, but not because a wanted man is dead.
The boy on the street is wearing the same boxers as I am. Pale blue and checkered. I smooth my hands over the tightly spun cotton, which is all hot under my fingers because
Cracked"I'm waiting, Miss Dickinson. Waiting, waiting, waiting," I say it all in a singsong voice and then dissolve into giggles because somehow the made up tune makes the laughter bubble up in my chest like champagne and I'm thinking of the time I got drunk on New Years and beat the girl I loved at gin and later poker even though the cards spun a little bit in my vision.Cracked in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"But I played 'em close to my chest," I smile up at the sky and am rewarded with a fat raindrop hitting me square in the eye and then another and another and I open my mouth and I imagine myself drinking the whole sky and being filled with blue.
It wasn't New Years this year. It was last year.
"I was happy last year,"
Emily Dickinson told me that death was on his way, but he's late. And I guess my schedule's not as full as hers, because I can and I have come to a full and complete stop, just like a train or a bus and then (and only then) am I allowed to safely exit. Only I've jumped out of moving vehicles befor
Snippy - Poem of DoomSnippy - Poem of Doom in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
Wind sweptI'm raging against the wind,Wind swept in Free Verse More Like This
I need someone
to take my hand - hold me down,
I'm afraid to be swept away,
far from everything I love,
I'm as light as a feather,
and if I just stand on my toes
the wind will take me,
the wind howls, the wind yells,
I exhaust myself with it,
no one is there to protect me
from the wind,
the echoes inside my ribcage,
the only thing anchoring me
is the promise
of not flying away - yet.
Want to weave a fantasy worldI want to build forts from sheetsWant to weave a fantasy world in Free Verse More Like This
(I was never allowed)
in your room and let you find me
when you get home,
I want to giggle all night
with a lamp and a comic or story,
maybe with some shadow play,
in a tent - indoors,
I want to make snow angels
in the middle of the night,
because I can - it has snowed,
I want to see a unicorn
and let her lay her head
in my lap - I wouldn't tell anyone
(I might whisper),
I want to dance around
in the rain, in the snow,
in the moment
and hear you laugh - so close,
I want to build castles
and be swept away by
evil but kind hearted princes
I want to jump in piles of leaves
and make them fly far -
just like birds,
I want to believe in fairies
that there's something
behind the curtain that I can't see,
I want the fairytales,
forever and a thousand nights more.
F A L LA moist scent flies over the streets,F A L L in Free Verse More Like This
the fragile gold fall, get caught
in the winds,
a nervous hand clutches another,
gloveless and warm
despite the rain,
the sky paints with grey,
while the asphalt points the way
to Oz; I think it's fall.
DelicateIt could have been a love story,Delicate in Free Verse More Like This
and it was
but it isn't.
If you were hereYou know, if you were here next to me in bedIf you were here in Free Verse More Like This
I would trace your nose down to your mouth
with my finger,
I would lean forward and kiss you,
maybe giggle a little afterwards
like a school girl,
I think I would kiss you
with my eyes closed
and my lips almost -
shaped as a smile
afterwards I would rest my head,
right there on your chest
below your shoulder
I would let you hold me
while telling me stories
and I would laugh with you,
whenever I felt like it, I would trace
some part of you
and kiss it again and again
just because I could.
The matchstick girlWhy can't they see I'm not ok,The matchstick girl in Free Verse More Like This
that the words of courage and happiness
just illusions of something that was - before,
that I can't sleep at night
or that I can't feel the euphoria anymore.
On some days they all seem unreal,
like I can go through them, like ghosts
or go out in traffic without feeling the hit
of the speeding car
so I always step away from the ledge
to not be encouraged.
Most of the time I do what I am told,
I smile and I laugh
while feeling left outside,
like I don't belong there in the warmth
where the freedom and love lives
in the familiar faces that have left me behind.
I fantasize of the past more than the future,
they say I'm negative and speak of "what ifs"
and that's true, I do,
but what else is there to do when you've
thrown life away and people have walked out
I did give up, I did run away
but I try not to anymore,
I whisper 'don't run' every morning, every night,
even if it hurts me, even if they have already
left me. I say: I'm here, I'm
Moon wondersSometimes I wonder if you think of meMoon wonders in Free Verse More Like This
equally much as I think of you,
if you too look up the moon knowing
that I see the same,
like we weren't an ocean apart
but neighbours, wall to wall.
Skipping beatsYou casually say you miss me while ISkipping beats in Free Verse More Like This
mumble and stumble
while showing a facade of indifference
inbetween skipping beats.
ElephantHow can you break the chainsElephant in Free Verse More Like This
that hold you down,
how can you untie the knots
on the ropes,
when you really want to
but is just so used to
that you don't bat an eye
when it suddenly constrains you,
how can you make yourself
take that giant leap,
how can you force yourself
to dare and trust love,
when you're buried deep.
ArchTogether we're aArch in Free Verse More Like This
strong arch that keeps
the darkness at bay
and the light safe,
apart we're just a side,
together we keep each other up,
support and tackle the world,
and give it bandaid when needed,
apart we're worn out,
suggestible to the dark,
tired of fighting,
together we're a
strong arch that keeps
the darkness at bay
and the light safe.