Is It Love?If I hugged you,
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
Hey, Pretty Girlhey, pretty girl,Hey, Pretty Girl in Free Verse More Like This
try not to cry.
i know he broke your heart,
it all was just a lie.
hey, pretty girl,
try and smile just for me.
forget all about him,
he's worthless as can be.
hey, pretty girl,
don't let this bring you down.
you've got far too pretty a smile,
to waste it on a frown.
MisunderstandingPitter Patter, goes the rain.Misunderstanding in Free Verse More Like This
Her cry, filled with pain.
Where is he?
Where did he go?
Didn't I see him? Just a minute ago?
He was here, and now he's gone.
And now a thought begins to dawn....
He's left her, he's moved on.
She loved him, he loved her too.
Or so she thought, and in her mind, a plan begins to brew.
She'll get back at him, oh yes!
She will, she'll make him pay.
She'll even kill.
He took her heart.
She took her life.
And now that man has lost his wife.
He didn't leave her, he hadn't moved on.
He was too late....and now she's gone.
Pitter Patter goes the rain.
And now his cry is filled with pain.
One Last GoodbyeWriting one last letter, saying one last good-bye,One Last Goodbye in Free Verse More Like This
My blood falling to the floor, as if coming from the sky.
"You told me that you love me, but we could never be,
I cannot live without you, so I'm doing this you see."
"If we cannot be together, then I don't want to live,
I've got nothing left at all, nothing left to give."
I close the envelope softly, seal it wish a kiss,
Turn to look the other way, and wait for my dismiss.
Sorry.I'm sorry for the things I do,Sorry. in Free Verse More Like This
sorry for the things I say.
Sorry that I talked to you,
sorry that I'm this way.
I'm sorry that I trusted you,
and sorry that I lied.
Sorry that I laughed at you,
sorry that I cried.
I'm sorry that I hated you,
I'm sorry I loved you too,
I'm sorry that you broke my heart,
and that it still belongs to you.
Oh, Beautiful Girlher beauty,Oh, Beautiful Girl in Free Verse More Like This
shines as bright as a star.
glows palely in the moonlight.
burns radiant in the sunshine.
soft and sensual, like a mother's touch.
big and green, pretty like money.
the key to her heart, mind, and soul.
as smooth as cocoa butter.
juicy as a ripe red apple.
longing to feel a lover's kiss.
cold like a winter frost.
lonely like a high school geek.
cracked like a broken record.
deep like the ocean blue.
sharp like a razorblade.
wandering like a lost soul.
petite like a china doll.
her skin a milky white.
warm to the touch, like fire.
torn like a ripped piece of paper.
heavy, weighing her down like a sin.
free like a wild spirit.
can't you see why I love her?
Suicide After DeathAs they look upon her casket,Suicide After Death in Free Verse More Like This
tears in their eyes,
wondering why she did this,
they can't seem to help but cry.
What they don't know would hurt them,
suicide was her dismiss,
but could you call it suicide?
she was dead so long before this.
EscapeI'm trying to escape,Escape in Free Verse More Like This
trying to get away,
trying to ignore what they do,
forget about what they say.
No move I ever make,
can ever be one right,
every simple thing I say,
always starts a fight.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
the way I'm supposed to be,
the thing is your slowly killing me,
why can't you see?
I'd really like to run away,
where someone would understand,
to someone who could see my pain,
and gently take my hand.
No EmotionsSometimes it's easy,No Emotions in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes it's not.
Sometimes it's cold,
Sometimes it's hot.
Sometimes I smile,
Sometimes I grin.
Sometimes I lose,
Sometimes I win.
Sometimes I pout,
Sometimes I frown.
Sometimes I'm up,
Sometimes I'm down.
Sometimes I'm sweet,
Sometimes I'm nice.
Sometimes I laugh,
Sometimes I cry.
And then there's those days...
I want to die.
I ChangedTrying to cover the tears, trying not to show my fears.I Changed in Free Verse More Like This
Why do I keep it all inside? My pain getting harder to hide.
I used to be cheery, it used to be real.
But now it's different, and they're making some big deal.
Saying "Why are you so sad?" and "You look depressed."
Can't you just leave me alone, let it rest?
So maybe I've changed...what's that got to do with you?
Just because I've changed? Well maybe you have too.
Can't Help Loving YouI really cannot help it,Can't Help Loving You in Free Verse More Like This
It says so in my heart,
I really cannot help it,
Though I didn't feel so at the start.
But now we're closer and I realize,
I'm lucky to have you,
All the things you say to me,
The sweetest things you do.
You cheer me up,
When I am down,
You make me smile,
When I frown.
You may not ever realize,
My feelings deep and true,
You may not ever notice,
I can't help loving you.
I'll never stop loving you, there's no way I could.
Love itI feel your hands in my hair.Love it in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel your breath on my neck.
I feel your body pressed so close to mine.
I feel your lips on my throat.
I feel your hands move to my back and your lips work their way up to mine.
I feel you and I love it.
I hear you say you love me.
I hear you whisper my name.
I hear you tell me I'm the only one for you.
I hear your breath in my ear.
I hear your soft snores as I fall asleep.
I hear you and I love it.
I see you as I run into your arms.
I see your face break through my world of darkness.
I see you fight away my fears.
I see you wipe away my tears.
I see you're in love with me.
I see you and I love it.
I taste your lips.
I taste your tongue.
I taste your throat as I kiss it.
I taste your love.
I taste your passion.
I taste you and I love it.
I smell your colone as I hold you.
I smell your shampoo as I hug you.
I smell your toothpaste as I kiss you.
I smell your excitement as you cuddle me.
I smell the smell I've been waiting so long to smell.
I smell you and
Love IncompletelySometimes when I come back I'll be here waiting for youLove Incompletely in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Imagining your lovely voice
Touching more of me than eyes could see.
And when you do come back you are my breathless darling
My sweet sleepyhead, lying on top of me
Soft pools of lust at my feet.
So as I am looking into the river of love in your eyes
I know I probably will be waiting for you again impatiently
Like a flower waiting for the sun to rise at night, incompletely.
Love or to BelieveI've sought consolation in your need of my hands,Love or to Believe in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Believing my heart depends on you like the love in your eyes I feel,
Your breath chasing whispers of things I long for,
Or simply something to fill my soul.
I've dreamed of finding you face to face with me after kissing you,
And when you finally saved me,
I wondered if my heart could hold you more than miss you,
Sing of waves of desires that might be or to simply living to believe.
So I held you today as treasuringly as I could,
Sinking your smile to memory,
As I realized...
My heart has already been subscribed to you in order to believe.
Predictable MeNothing is certain when we are apart.Predictable Me in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Even the weather is unpredictable,
And the flame of my wanting of you flares like a lonely fire,
Amid an island empty of love.
And when I am with you everything feels fine.
Like being just where I want to be,
Everything I care to have,
Holding you close with little more than a true love in between.
So have me if you want,
Love me if you still do,
For the millions of wanting I predictably could list,
You are the only one for me.
I love you.I wondered if you could hear my heart in your sleep,I love you. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Recognize the smell of my skin in your dreams,
Touch my lips when you wake up,
And whisper in my ears while I sleep.
I pondered all that as you fell asleep to my heartbeat,
Breathing softly on my chest with one of your hands still feeling me.
And when I wake up it was your lips,
Or maybe it's all just a dream.
But when I declared "I love you",
I could feel your lips at my ear,
Whispering the sweet melody,
Of everything I ever wanted to hear.
Because I Miss YouI fell asleep last night with your letters by my side.Because I Miss You in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There must have been a hundred pages,
Scented with the love I've been dreaming of every day.
So it is true that I read all of them before sleep sometimes,
Just once in a little while,
Slowly like the way I long to caress your lips.
And the softness of your touch haunts my every dream,
Like this longing I have of you,
Burning ever so precariously in this moment of my heart.
Love RevengeI love the way you tease,Love Revenge in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
With your finger tips on my back,
Breathing hushed whispers of things I could only dream at night.
I love the way your touch makes me freeze in my steps:
Swaying between the need to stand still,
And the temptation to shudder in mindless ways.
If only you could stop teasing for even a moment,
A moment for me to try to collect my mind,
Then I could show you just how much it means for your love to be mine.
Regret?Everyone writes about broken dreams, whether love is worth the pain, the crushed dreams of yesterday and chipped hearts incomplete. Everyone writes out of insecurities of the beautiful that brings us anguish of a heartful. I believe that the more negative things we spread in this world, the darker this world will become. And if only we could learn to share in action and words of the things we should live for, then this world may just have become just a little bit better than before.Regret? in Emotional More Like This
We should never forfeit the good things in life because of the bad,and make our decisions in life based soly upon them. The most valuable things in life are definitely hardest to hold onto, and lies to oneself, pain, fear, or anguish definitely isn't one of them, not if it comes so easy to hold onto.
I write to spread love, the true kind. And if you can come to see it in the world around you, then you know how special it can be, how hard sometimes it is to hold on to. But more than anything, it's something
When in loveI wonder if you could sense how I feel when I look at you,When in love in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Tilting my head to the side when I smile with you.
The way I feel when I listen to you,
The anticipation in my stomach right before seeing you.
I could hold my breath counting the number of stars I see in your eyes,
Stretch my fingertips to graze the surface of your lips,
And slowly, tenderly,
Fall in love with the way you look at me every time.
I sometimes wonder if you could see all this in my eyes,
Recognize the feeling of my heart in my voice,
Feel the tenderness of my mind lost in translation,
A heart wavering like an angel hair in the wind.
A fairy tale without liesWhen I used to think of you,A fairy tale without lies in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'd look at that picture of you with that fairy tale smile,
The puffiness underneath your eyes,
A smoldering feature beneath the longing pain coloring the background of my mind.
So my first impression of you was maybe a bit off,
As are my denials,
Of our heart connection,
And that maybe someday I will find you the one to see in love.
People talk about all the things in life to go back to.
I only think of you to hold on to.
And every touch of your love sends warmth in a way,
Where I could almost smell a fairy tale without lies.
Because I Love YouLeaving you breathless is worth savoring,Because I Love You in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like giving you pleasure and watching you drowning in lack of memory.
So I find myself sick knowing you have to go,
Feels like forever before I can even hear your voice again.
I think I'm scared of losing you,
Or simply not seeing you every day.
Not being able to hold you at night,
Not hearing your voice all the time.
I don't think I have ever anticipated a moment so long,
For a time without your wonderful love in my life.
I don't think I can keep myself from craving you either,
Just like the predictable moments before we kiss again tonight.
LoveLove in Free Verse More Like This
Love is nothing,
Without a kiss.
Love is everything,
When you feel like this.
Love is precious,
When they mean everything to you.
Love is painful,
When they're not with you.
Love is priceless,
The true kind can't be bought.
Love is life...
When it's all you've got.
bleh...tell me how you like it...o.o;
i will love you foreverI Will Love You Foreveri will love you forever in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I love you so deeply,
I love you so much,
I love the sound of your voice
And the way that we touch.
I love your warm smile
and your kind, thoughtful way,
the joy that you bring
to my life every day.
I love you today
as I have from the start,
and I'll love you forever
with all of my heart
When I'm with you,
eternity is a step away;
my love continues to grow,
with each passing day.
This treasure of love,
I cherish within my soul,
how much I love you,
you'll never really know.
You bring a joy to my heart,
I've never felt before,
with each touch of your heart,
I love you more and more.
Whenever we say goodbye,
whenever we part,
know I hold you dearly,
deep inside my heart.
So these seven words,
I pray you hold true,
"Forever and Always,
I will Love You."
gamble on me.hey boy,gamble on me. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i think you should know that youre twisting my spine into knots and clogging up my arteries and the least you could do is give me a second of your time. i think you should give me a chance. you should know that you make my hands itch when you smile because i want to brush my thumb over your cheekbones. that my shoulders are trembling because i can imagine them resting against your chest, the idea of the warmth shotgunning straight to my nerves.
i think you should know youre making a relatively sane girl misplace her mind.
and i know youre so much more than youll ever imagine, that you are making me tangle words that once lived tucked safely in my pocket. that my fists are clenched against my legs and my mind is unwound around my skull and youre just tipping jaunty lips without a thought.
you see, ive been bottling this feeling but carbonation is beginning to shove against the cap. and i can feel it fizzing down the sides, leaking out my fing
i'm injecting this love song.dear ribs,i'm injecting this love song. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
thank you for protecting what i hold most precious. thank you for blocking the bigger blows, absorbing the momentum with a shock and a shudder. i know it isn't easy to stand guard, but i breathe easy knowing you're there to shield me. maybe someday i'll unlock you at the clavicle and open you up, but for now: stay strong.
thank you for never complaining when i shove you into all my messes. thank you for working through the worst of the damage, straightening up my mistakes with surgical precision. i know it's hard working solo but i have such confidence in you. maybe someday we'll find someone that'll fill up your empty spaces, but for now: keep the faith.
thank you for being there when i'm carving apologies between your vertebrae. thank you for stiffening when i want nothing more than to melt to the ground. i know you'd rather go limp instead of working all the time, but when i can't trust myself, i'm leaning on you. maybe someday we'll find som
crash into me.one step closer andcrash into me. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
we can slow dance over the
temptation never tasted.if i'm the smoke in the middletemptation never tasted. in Free Verse More Like This
of the night then you're the fire
that's daring to breathe me into the
stars. and if i'm the steam fogging
up the windows, then you're
the ravaging fingers on sweat-
slicked flesh that's birthing it.
because neither of us are sweet
summer lullabies or gentle may
showers. no, we're nail-bitten
hips and saltwater-lips knocking
over vases and shoving devil-wing
shoulders into the wall. we're
pillaging hunger and insatiable greed,
sinning our way through poetic silence.
we're taking what we want and be
damned what stands in the way.
we're a wildfire tearing down
the forest, a hurricane ripping
the roofs off of the greater
metropolitan area. we're an
unnatural disaster, colliding in
an explosion of sparks and metal.
we're igniting the world until it burns
to the ground, we're wringing out the
ocean. we're standing in the middle
of the dust-hazed war zone we've
created and all we can notice is heat.
you'll think of me.you're going to miss me.you'll think of me. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
when the night is silent and you can't hear anything but the beatbeatbeating of your heart against your ribcage, you're going to remember me. you're going to remember how my voice dropped to smoke when i was tired. the way i hesitated before diving, trembling even as i grabbed your hand and pulled us over the edge. the way i blushed and bit my lip, the way i tried to filter what i was going to say but always ended up saying it regardless.
and when the moon whitewashes your walls, you're going to think of me. you're going to think of the way i stood in the middle of the highway watching you leave. the way i looked in the rearview mirror bathed in your taillights. the way i wasn't crying, just rocked on my heels with fists jammed in my pockets. the way i never begged but opened the front door, the way i knew love tasted best when seasoned without expectations.
and when the stars dance between your curtains, you're going to wish for me. you're going to wish for so
set the broken bones.call me a fool.set the broken bones. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i won't sew your mouth closed, i won't block your path. call me heartless and i'll split open my chest to show you what's pulsing, what's bruised and lacerated and aching like hell but still alive. i'll show you my scars and my burns, i'll turn my neck and show you the jagged slice where i was foolish enough to trust a knife against my throat.
call me weak.
i won't rage against the accusation, i won't deny with vigorous defiance. i'll sit and absorb each and every slur because i know you'll never understand. i'll take the wicked slices and soak them in, my skin cut open and bare. i'll let you paint me into a corner and i won't try to leave. i'll open my hands and stand with my palms facing the sun. i'll sigh and stand with my ribs dropping slowly one by one to my feet.
call me broken.
i won't shake my head, i won't cut off the insults. i'll just lift my shirt and show you where i've staunched the blood. i'll show you the homemade stitches, the places where circumstance
who said love was beautiful.this is not what you're expecting.who said love was beautiful. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i'm not going to write about the first time we kissed or the first time you whispered something beautiful into my clavicle or the first time we held hands and i swore that the earth shifted under my shoes. i'm not going to write about the first hello or the first goodbye or the first moonrise i watched reflected in your irises.
i'm not going to write about how your eyelashes are spidersilk and your mouth is a song and how when i was weaving the colors of your eyes into a sunset i got lost in the middle. i'm not going to write about how your fingers pluck symphonies above steaming mugs of tea and how looking you in the face is like holding my breath underwater.
i'm not going to write about that.
instead, i am going to write about the first time you dragged your hands through your hair and i noticed that your knuckles were scarred from too many fights and how i wasn't surprised in the slightest. i'm going to write about the time we stood in the kitchen
the art of waiting.goodnight moon, sing sweetly to me tonight. the curtains are drawn and your light is spilling under heavy cotton. i am lying with the windows open, and the shutters are drawn. the world is revolving around me and i am not moving an inch. i am still. i am the pinnacle upon which everything turns. with every breath i fear avalanches of mountains upon unsuspecting villages. you are too far away. i can't feel you, but i see you illuminating wooden floors. sleep hides from me in the back corner of abandoned closets. i am a statue and my heart is breaking down the concrete in my palms. i am fearless, yet i am carved from fear itself.the art of waiting. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i am asleep in my wakefulness and my feet swing to touch cool floorboards, i am walking the blueprint of my house in limbo. i touch the reality of granite counter and leather couch and leave nothing behind but the oil of my fingers. i reach the door and slide it. i reach the lawn and sink sole into dew-licked blades. you are not here, yet you are everywhere. the
i'll be your shooting star.You know how some people spend their entire lives waiting on someone?i'll be your shooting star. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Yeah, sure. I suppose.
I feel like Im there. When youre staring at the toaster waiting for it to pop, when youre glaring at the pot waiting for it to boil, when youre watching the sky waiting for the star to fall.
Who are you waiting on?
Im not sure to be honest. I dont know his name yet, but I know hes out there.
Whats he like?
Hell be tall because I want to be able to wear high-heels. Hell be smart because I dont want to dumb myself down when Im talking to him. Hell have a sense of humor so hell be able to laugh when I screw up. Hell probably be blonde because I read blondes are attracted to blondes. He wont be perfect but hell be perfect for me.
Sounds specific. Should we have try outs?
What? No. He isnt the
i think i might need you.stop.i think i might need you. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i need you to put down the pencil and listen to me for a second. i need you to pause your breath and tune to my frequency. because im throwing my heart on the airwaves and i need you to be alive to hear it. i need you to follow my words even when theyre stumbling, tripping, falling on their face.
this is just going to take a second. i promise.
i think you should know that when i woke up today i was tangled in morning breath and your whispers. i think you should know that im dreaming with swollen lips and bleeding cheeks because i keep biting down to stop myself from saying whats on my mind. i think you should know my mouth is betraying me and when i brush it off, what i mean is, please, for the love of everything, know that i am terrified.
and, i think you should know, despite the fact that i am trembling with needs, i dont want it. i dont want to count down the seconds and drag out my day. i dont want to have to constantly dislodge my he
pray she doesn't knowhello,pray she doesn't know in Free Verse More Like This
i think i scream your name
in my sleep,
because my mother keeps
asking who you are.
she looks at me with knitted brows
and a hand halfway orbiting
i think she is afraid to touch me,
and her eyes look a little funny
when she says your name-
it sounds so wrong, thick and congealed
as it spills from her tongue and
over her teeth.
i want to ask her what i've been saying-
have i been screaming?
i don't know if i should know,
but her half-painted pink fingernails
hover and tremble between us,
and i keep thinking that it is the
same for you and for me;
we are simply drowning and all of nothing
is enough in this graveyard sea.
lover without the lovei don't tie my shoeslover without the love in Free Verse More Like This
for you anymore,
but do wish to
stop dreaming so
any real thought
but with too much
singing to my
and apologising for
every letter i will
lover is not smiling,
between his legs
he is crying
touch him and he
love him and he
leave him and he
i hold my breath
and turn it red,
still falling in love
with a new old man
every night of
still wishing on
an eyelash that
road rash and autopsyi'm not a strong person.road rash and autopsy in Other More Like This
i am scared.
i am scared all the time.
i am so scared, sometimes i can't stop breathing,
or can't start,
and i am so unclear as to which it is,
but i just know i can't.
i am going to open the car door
as my father's foot tilts back the accelerator
to add a little more pollution to the
atmosphere as we're going sixty.
seventy, if i am lucky.
i'll remember pulling up the child lock,
hearing it click and i realise i'm not
a child anymore. my heart will
wheeze at its realisation of maturity.
i will open it, and the wind will
jerk it open so violently that i will cry.
there is too much violence and the
metal and its shrapnel remind me
of death and some people are just too
beautiful to think about death, and
somehow, my thoughts will always fall
back to you at this time.
the door will be torn from its
hinges, and i will cry because i feel
i am so scared that i will unbuckle my seatbelt
to follow the door that scrapes along the
asphault. i am so scared that
ambulance.pin her arms to her sidesambulance. in Scraps More Like This
before she hurts herself!
fade to black.
how is she?
bright lights over shut eyes.
she's been through quite a lot.
we didn't know if she'd make it to the hospital,
but she's a fighter.
do we know what happened?
there was another at the scene.
a boy. does your daughter know anyone by the name of--
no. no. no.
you will not talk about him.
spiked blood beats.
fast-paced monitor sounds.
he had a heart attack while she was there.
he was dead before she could've noticed.
of course i noticed.
of course i fucking noticed.
my heart stopped with his;
i would notice if i were
we think she tried to kill herself.
very thorough, actually
if we didn't get there
some sort of apocalypsethree things i want nothing moresome sort of apocalypse in Scraps More Like This
than to never happen:
another bout of nuclear war,
the moon falling from orbit, and
a colour is on the inside of
my eyelids that draws itself
pretty when my movements slow
and silence, when my heart is
gilded with lead leafs, regretful
and hooked on a curled telephone
cord or a radio transmitter between
there's something catastrophic,
there's something played out
like a shakespearean tragedy,
there's something like the moon
crashing and crushing, there's
something like a broken bone
that is a personal apocalypse.
if i could sit beneath a tree and
decay until i was dirt, i would.
if i could stop running out of
air before my lungs could catch
it, i would. if i could become a
bird and fly-fly-fly, i would
trade my heart for it.
i am still standing, i still am
at a loss of words and dreams
and air, i still have no wings.
an atom bomb breaks the sky
and cuts free celestial bodies;
the moon is falling free and
cracking my head, and if i could
sorryoksorry in Free Verse More Like This
so i don't remember how to write
poetry because it's pretty
and that's the last thing i feel,
and i can't write stories
because they're all happening to me
though i've forgotten how to live
can't stop dying
but i can't stop breathing
just look for a second
this is what i'm dealing with-
i'm feeling too much
all the salt in the ocean;
i'm not pausing as i feel
my breath stuttering
like my heartbeat
in my chest,
so i wonder if i have
or if i just miss you
enough to put a hole in my chest,
and i wonder if i could do it myself
with a knife or if it's from
i'm so in love it hurts
but i don't think it could not hurt
because it's not like
you're close enough
to help me sew this wound shut;
all i know is i keep looking
at all these clips of poetry like newspaper,
tracking my life and giving me
all these little annotations
on the days my heart didn't feel like
sometimes i feel like a crime
would shake me up
like maybe if
for those who want to be in loveyou want to fall in lovefor those who want to be in love in Free Verse More Like This
hard enough to break your bones and
lighten your feet
lighten your heart
so softly that the butterflies you feel
pattering with their gossamer wings
beneath the cage of your ribs
and the breath,
blue in the summer,
can kiss you and the monarchs
as sweetly as your love
and her lips.
you dream of them at night.
silken like clean bedsheets,
familiar as your favourite chair
when you curl up with
a mug of herbal tea.
you feel at home
with her body curled in yours,
only able to sleep
with her skin under your fingers
scenting the blankets
with something no perfume
could ever mirror.
you write love letters
you dream emptily
unless she is there.
you want to fall in love
the way the gods drink ambrosia,
you want to treat her
better than their nectar,
sweeter than honeybees
and their summer-sticky feet.
you want a love beyond poetry,
from winter flurries
to springtime rosebuds
to summer sweet lemonade
to autumnal red leaves u
breathe deepbreathe deep.breathe deep in Free Verse More Like This
breathe it shallowly if you need to,
if filling your lungs to bursting
is too much,
but breathe the depth-
of tree roots
and ethnic roots
and the roots planted by love.
and the orgiastic fullness
it gives the empty shell
you try so hard to stuff
but nothing sticks;
because deep is star-soaked
desperate with creeping beauty
like attar and trellis
and the june moon.
this is how you keep her.
this is how you say,
this is our permanent address.
this is how you say i love you
with something more than words.
how not pretending anymore is a blessingi won't pretend to anyone that i'm not scared. here i am, standing before god-knows-how-many-people, telling them things i don't have the heart to even tell my mother. especially things i don't have the heart to tell my mother.how not pretending anymore is a blessing in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i could never tell her how many times i've looked at the stars and used them to hold onto my wishes on paper strings, make them hold onto my wishes and me, mostly me, like a marionette
until the sky faded from black to blue, just like the bruises i put on my skin. sometimes a girl doesn't know how to cope, and that's why those paper strings, those thin, angry lines hanging from the heavens,
found their ways to my arms and bled me happy.
i could never tell my mother how i've dreamt of flying and dying and how i can't tell the difference anymore, just the way i can't look in the mirror without crying, just the way i can't look in the mirror and tell if i am human or monster.
it's impossible to tell the woman who put you into this world through hours of pain, becau
loud and closei want to write you a letter -loud and close in Free Verse More Like This
you know the kind, the ones you see after a funeral,
the ones that say too much because no one knows the
difference between too much and not enough,
the ones that only surface because their authors
have solid confidence that their recipients will never see them.
the thing is, that won't be happening.
you won't die, and i know this because i am never wrong,
and when i set my mind on something, i'm not letting go.
my point: this is your posthumous,
maybe just humous
letter from me to you, and i'd ask you what you think of it,
only i'm not sure if that's the protocol
(or proper etiquette) for such a letter.
you're not someone i expect to forget.
my memory might be comparable to that of an elephant,
but an elephant's memory is entirely independent from
the beauty of its sad eyes and great ivories.
what i mean is i don't forget beautiful things,
and beautiful things are impactful things, re
because i love you.listen, just for a few minutes.because i love you. in General Non-Fiction More Like This
take a few deep breaths [even if you don't want to breathe anymore]. listen to the pitter-patter of your heart beating in your ears and feel your pulse racing. taste the silence of the world; see the anxiety take over you.
close your eyes and look at the black. look at the black until you see something worth holding onto inside of yourself. wait until breathing doesn't feel like a losing game and then open your eyes,
are wonderful. you remind me of a lullaby in winter, sung like a secret not meant for anyone to know; but it's a shame, because you're one of the most beautiful songs.
maybe you're fireworks that sparkle and light up the july sky - but unlike fireworks, you'll keep glowing into forever.
or maybe youre just you, and thats more than enough.
i know there's magic in the world.
i'd give you a rainbow if it erased the gray days; i'd give you a mirror if it made you see how wonderful you really
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before she met you, she would reach for the sun while standing on the branches of trees, arms stretched towards the sunlight, reaching and waiting.
now, happiness is like a summer memory in the dead of winter - still there, but fading too fast to hold onto. now, she sits on rooftops with you at night, and the two of you watch as the city lights go out one by one.
sometimes, when you laughed, she was reminded of the wind rushing through trees in winter - melodic and beautiful, but still cold, unforgiving.
the two of you watched the waves of the ocean take away the beach, piece by piece.
you were the waves.
she was the sand.
you'd stay up late and watch re-runs of old movies on tv, all the while wishing you had a road map to hope, because
maybe then you wouldn't feel so lost. you looked at the stars and saw happiness and wondered why you couldn't be up there, and all the time
you were missing the present.
she wished she was a volcano, and maybe then she'd explode a
loneliness.i. can you hear me talking?loneliness. in Free Verse More Like This
can you hear me
screaming, in this
silence thats pounding inside my
head, pulsing inside my
blood and weakening me,
slowly? can you hear me?
ii. being around you
only makes the loneliness worse
when you leave.
iii. calm down,
they tell me.
just calm down.
just take a deep breath.
except i dont really
want to breathe
iv. make it go away.
please. just make it go
and when the music stops. one.and when the music stops. in General Non-Fiction More Like This
i tried to dance on the breath of time with you, but
i only ended up tripping.
i would've let you be the rocket if i would've been space.
[space is black, lonely, empty.
rockets are hopeful, beautiful. rockets are goingsomewhere.]
this is the shadow of a memory, the breath of a chance.
we could've spent the rainy days chasing the dreams in your heart.
and maybe, if we had more time, we could've looked into ourselves and thought of ourselves as a garden.
maybe then we would've realized that the weeds are there for a reason.
maybe then you would've believed me when i called you beautiful.
we put veils over the parts of ourselves we wanted to hide.
you breathed waterfalls and holes and explosions.
[as much as you loved beautiful things, you were best at destruction.]
i found comfort in your shadow, but your shadows never were very forgiving. i only managed to get lost, without a co
confusing stars for satellitesi dream of your armsconfusing stars for satellites in Free Verse More Like This
around me, in empty hallways
lit by nightlights like dreams, imagine that
your breath would be like raindrops, maybe,
and i'll be the river
into which they fall, and i'd catch you,
lightly, i promise
we won't make a sound,
like mice on christmas eve, tiptoe across
holly staircases, tiptoe
on lakes, dance and watch
the moonlight shadow our
around my dreams, in them,
and find that i would
fax you a smile, a rainbow, a
sunny day, even
my heart -
and yes, it's yours,
but only if
you hold me.
letters from no one.dear someone,letters from no one. in General Non-Fiction More Like This
i know you probably don't care.
i know you're probably busy watching tv or dealing with your own problems, or maybe you're busy laughing and chasing butterflies. maybe you spend afternoons in the grass, smelling the sun and tasting life.
maybe you don't have time to worry about me.
but i'm going to pretend you care. i just want someone to hear me, honestly.
i don't expect you to understand or care or even listen.
i'm just hoping that you will.
i guess i should start by telling you that i wish i didn't have to live anymore. free time is spent wondering if there's any way i could possibly suffocate myself.
i guess i should tell you that i'm sorry about this, but the problem is i'm not.
there's a constant throbbing behind my eyes. i dream of cliff jumping (i've heard it feels like flying). i sleep with ice in my nervous heart, and reality slowly melts into nightmares.
i think of life as a waterfall. hope and happiness and love fall into the hands of the people
letters to myself.dear self:letters to myself. in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes, i wonder where happiness goes
when it's lost.
i have checked
under my bed
for monsters and
there are none.
i have decided
the only kind of monsters
are the ones within
people, including myself.
i don't dream anymore.
i let the world
take my dreams from me
and throw them in the trash
because they said
'those will never come true'
and i believed them.
don't let them do the same
don't be afraid.
none of my wishes
have come true yet,
but this does not mean
i should stop hoping
and dreaming and
you can't make
people happy, and you can't
make them smile.
but you can still try.
i miss going outside
just to stare at the clouds walking
in the sky; tasting the air
and happiness; watching kids
play in the backyard next door
and not being a part of it
and being a part of it
all at once.
closing your eyes and
locking the doors and
praying this all goes away
will not sh
unspoken thoughts.one.unspoken thoughts. in Free Verse More Like This
the clouds suffocate
if hope is in the air
and humans breathe
is something wrong
with my lungs?
my thoughts are a maze,
and i am
to leave the night light
nightmares snuck in
the back door.
i try to speak but i
think i've lost my
we used to be fireworks,
the rainbow cascading
kind. we used to be
a lullaby of whispered words
and promises. we were
the light breaking through the trees
and reflecting on frozen water.
we were once
the kind of beautiful that words
cannot ever dream to
now all we are is
out of time.
someday.i. i will alwayssomeday. in Free Verse More Like This
be waiting for my
(would you like
to wait with
giving up and
sound awfully nice.
(you are the reason why
iii. i believe that words
can paint rainbow
sunsets and rivers and
happiness and golden
skies and things full
(im still trying to figure out
iv. writing non-fiction
makes me feel horribly
for everyone to realize
im nothing special.)
v. i dont want
to anyone. i
only want to be
mine. i only want
(i like to pretend
pieces of glass.i've watched the angelspieces of glass. in Free Verse More Like This
in your heart burn
their halos and rip out
shards of glass lodge
themselves in skin until
there's no hope of ever
pulling them out, until
they're a part of you;
the cold in the air
sink into me, until
sorrow is the only feeling
left in my bones;
people tear themselves apart,
and all that's left is
a pile of suffocating tears
and bloody fingernails
and broken hopes and dreams;
fairytale books erase their endings,
rewrite a tragedy
artificial lights in human minds
flicker and dim out,
and nothing is left
to chase away the shadows
lingering in corners;
i've watched them push
you down, give you bloody kneecaps
and force the fight out of you,
force you to give up.
[but i've seen you wipe the tears
from your eyes. i've seen you
find your strength back. i've
stand back up.]
Love PoemsDo you love me?Love Poems in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Or do you not?
you told me once, but i forgot.
So tell me now, and tell me true, so I can say that I love you.
Of all the guys I've ever met, you're the one, I won't forget.
And if I die before you do, I go to heaven and wait for you.
From the moment I saw you i knew this was true
So damn beautiful my eyes fixated on you.
I wanted to hug you, hold you so tight,
I wanted to tell you this feels so right.
Now i have a voice, my feelings out loud,
A smile on my face so happy and proud.
A girl with a dream and a dream come true,
A girl who has found the one, the one is you!
When I first saw you I was afraid to meet you,
When I first met you i was afraid to kiss you,
When I first kissed you I was afraid to love you,
and now that i love you i am afraid to loose you.
Love is like a river, or maybe a deep blue sea.
Love flows on forever, always and endlessly.
Love is something special, something you can't touch or see.
Love is amazing, this thing I feel for you and you for me.