A Cold RenewalMake me pure,A Cold Renewal in Free Verse More Like This
like today's unmarked snow.
Windows are glowing with warmth,
soft amber lighting that casts itself in
stained glass fragments across these
I want release to color me
in that same way,
relief washing me out and
re-painting me in golden tones
that only letting go could understand.
I unclench my tired hands and
trade bitter sighs for peace.
The TimekeeperI am the hour-counter,The Timekeeper in Free Verse More Like This
collecting time like water caught
on the bottom of a glass.
The wasted minutes you exchanged
for blue-sky dreaming,
the seconds on the porch with
your song-bird smile,
they're all here:
stuck to the sides of my hourglass.
The windowsill paint
has faded where my elbows rested,
my breath-fog a permanent mist
on the drooping pane.
like the emptiness after snowfall,
They slip through the slats
in my wicker basket
as I try to collect them.
Nevermind the WinterTrack the robins through the cloud-cover,Nevermind the Winter in Free Verse More Like This
and tell me where they're going.
Would you follow them?
Spring rests in their talons,
and I reach for it.
I rise like the crocus,
glowing like an afternoon
of laying in the daffodils.
Find my footprints in the April mud,
because I am hope
and I follow the robin.
Blink and You'll Miss ItThe wind reminds me ofBlink and You'll Miss It in Free Verse More Like This
the empty space to my left,
which I swear you filled
only minutes ago.
But if I rested my hand
where you were sitting,
it would be just as cold as
the realization that you're gone.
A Slower Way to DrownCry me an ocean crashing,A Slower Way to Drown in Free Verse More Like This
its sultry blues rolling.
I am tumbling through the deep,
and I've forgotten I can't breathe.
Salt in my lungs, rattling.
I am buried up to my neck,
my head facing the tides that
come whispering in.
It's Not So Bad When The Ceiling Stares BackIt's almost five andIt's Not So Bad When The Ceiling Stares Back in Free Verse More Like This
when the sun takes her
olympic strides towards
the westernmost curve in the horizon,
I find myself lonely.
But I know my shadow will hold my hand
as long as it doesn't get dark again.
So I brighten my room with an electric click,
shut the shades to keep out the night,
and search for myself to the tune of
nobody sitting next to me when
I harmonize with an empty bed.
I can almost feel our mutual heartbreak
when I stare into the ceiling cracks.
All I Ask (Beseeching the Crows)I want to sing to the crowsAll I Ask (Beseeching the Crows) in Free Verse More Like This
that they might stop their
raucous shouting to
cock their heads and listen.
Up in the branches,
where the wind twists her hair,
my voice carries soft and
is lost in their black-feathered throats.
Were they silent,
perhaps God would hear
the heavy note hanging
in my soul-twisting calls.
Papercuts and RecollectionsI had forgotten your love lettersPapercuts and Recollections in Free Verse More Like This
until they cut my finger when I
grazed the bottom of my drawer.
Folded crisp and neat,
some of the ink had smudged like
the crimson filling the whorls of my thumb.
I could hear your voice clearly,
saturated in the scrawling script.
You promised me forever,
now forever's gone.
Lost in that rush of reanimated feeling,
I could almost remember
the way your cheek felt resting
warm against my hair,
how you smelled like home.
The traces of you lingered like
the last hours of yesterday
before turning to the smell of dust
and the feel of paper too dry
to write on again.
SleeplessBack pressed against the wall,Sleepless in Free Verse More Like This
I stare into three o'clock nothings.
Left with watered-down thoughts,
exhausted, mumbled musings,
I have little more to do than
mutter myself down from
whatever fight I'm losing against myself
as the stars grow all the dimmer.
What about sleepless exhaustion
destroys the barrier between
stream of consciousness and the
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I can't for
I can't forg
I can't forge
I can't forget
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I can't forget hi
I can't forget his
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I can't forget his voi
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Heart and FriendHearts Break Suddenly,Heart and Friend in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Chargeless Just Like Batteries,
Such A Lot It Seems
I've Always Looked At People,
Wondering If We'd Be Friends
In Other Lives, Rare And Bold,
Could We Have Trust To Uphold?
Would We Ever Fight Or Scream?
Would You Play Board Games With Me?
Would I Hold You Tight And Close,
When It Was Your Heart That Broke?
Could You Ever Know
Why It Does Not Snow
In The Winter Time,
But When My Eyes Hurt?
If Only We Could
Overcome The Broken Bones
That Descend From Loss;
Then Maybe Eating Apples,
Without Thinking Of Your Eyes,
Would Be Possible Again
I've No More Left Lungs0 - Aurora Borealis,I've No More Left Lungs in Free Verse More Like This
I'd give my left lung
Only to watch you dancing.
I - Three seconds past the
Twenty third hour,
And I can't close my eyes
For fear of them freezing shut
At your Icy splendour,
At the majesty that is
The night dancer.
II - It doesn't need
To be so sad,
Not when the light time
Fades into slush.
It'll be back,
Like a drug inside my
I could never leave you be.
III - It's like a neuron
Shrunk and spaced as a personal
Like a little universe
Just for me.
How would I ever be
Able to tell you
Of the awe,
Of the saccharine beauty.
IV - It's like a snowflake,
Like a Christmas
Like the insides of
A music box are scattered
In the upper troposphere.
Not with the
V - Appreciate the snowfall
While it lasts,
While it sweeps with white
Left lungs grow back,
But things still
Have to change.
Hold on to this
Winter like it's
How I hate the Flavourlessi. I've been watchingHow I hate the Flavourless in Free Verse More Like This
you crumble for five years now,
and I think that's the saddest
ii. So you grew boobs,
but you aren't quite a woman;
I love you, but
don't throw childhood away.
iii. You're a little too nice
for someone who people haven't
been nice to;
how did you come to be?
iv. It takes a special kind
of smart to understand me,
so I guess that makes you a genius.
v. We could never be friends,
because you aren't used
to people fighting back.
vi. Thank God
you invested in personal hygiene -
I can get closer sithout worrying
about your breath now.
vii. I miss you,
because you're the only adult
that ever understood every one of us
at the same time.
viii. I remember how to pronounce
ix. You are bland,
and I hate you because
you're proud of it.
x. Sweet pea,
I'll warn you a thousand times;
I cannot be the one you're
Thimbles Got Lost In Our HairAnd I think we’re going to die out here,Thimbles Got Lost In Our Hair in Free Verse More Like This
thrown against the rocks
because drowning ourselves sounded romantic
(We forgot to mention
Stoicism being blotted all over our nature).
We could have learned to love living, I think,
except I learned to love the taste of blood instead
and you tell me I keep overthinking
If there was something wrong,
I couldn't tell you because I couldn't know —
That was the reason why the thread keeps falling out
Of the Needle's eye.
And we have tried to stitch this
back together again,
oh have we tried to find something salvageable in
these very unpretty broken bits;
We have tried to make
A tapestry out of split ends.
(no longer, no more finger pricks)
TangoThe Waltz is a danceTango in Free Verse More Like This
the clean side of love.
A Tango should
suit us just fine.
For HerYou make me feel likeFor Her in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I never even got hurt,
Like love still exists.
Twilight Thoughtsi) And what if I did just stand here,Twilight Thoughts in Free Verse More Like This
stood in the middle of
a death trap - what then?
ii) I should punch someone in the face.
I don't care who, just someone
to know that I'm really no pushover
iii) Why do we only have five fingers?
Logically six or seven would
be more useful?
iv) How does it make sense
that blandness is readily accepted?
Is it because someone who thrives on
dynamics is more difficult to deal with?
Is it to spite me?
v) Why do some friends require so
much effort? Shouldn't friends
be effortless to maintain?
vi) Maybe magic is real but
we just don't know what the
vii) You know, if we were still
hunter gatherers then I
would totally be dead.
Syntax And UmlautsSame old chirping at the window,Syntax And Umlauts in Free Verse More Like This
groaning on the way up
out of bed towards the bathroom,
hair just like it always is -
I'll gel it, but it never
sticks; all flat and boring
like toast in the mornings,
like marmite and Celexa
and the dusty gravel on
the same old road.
Same old church, mouldy not begotten
with the same old rev, stil smiling
with the same creases on her forehead
and Julie, sat in the back of
the room still crying at
the same old gloomy
photograph of her family
who left her to go back to Italy.
Same old 'Baccy selling fags
to kids without consent for
law, cuz the same old policeman
doesn't care anymore, never
turns his head or bats an eye,
Same old system, every day
I wake up/run around/fall away,
it's dull and painful and
nostalgia's wearing off for me
when the world is slowing
to my heartbeat,
sounds of breathing barely
show, and in the evenings
I come home to war and water
and day old pizza
and sleep, also bland and
dull but faster than the
last twelve hours
Falsifications of The Optic SenseWhat if our eyesFalsifications of The Optic Sense in Free Verse More Like This
are just lying to us,
and perhaps we're seeing
the converse image.
Imagine if when we think we blink
e really take a look into the reality
into a landscape of nothing.
What if we're sharing a close eyed
dream and everything is black?
Where the world makes senseI let my head on this pillow, everytime I sinkWhere the world makes sense in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where all the heavy thoughts rest and the heart sings
Between the world's pain and my agony, there is a place
I close the eyes, I breathe, I rise and I'm there again
I am the same child again,chasing the summer breeze
Carrying all the colorful dreams on my shoulders
With eyes as big as the waves, and a heart where birds nest
There, where every butterfly takes colors from my palms
And the thirsty deers come drink from my spring
There where the world made sense
I am there, and the restless mind is home for peace
When you told me joy had features and a face, my face
I touch the sandy beach , and one heart is never enough
I eat from every daisy in the white field, I drink the morning dew
I cover my cold skin with sunlight and sunflowers petals
Every now and then, I let my head sink, I let the world sink
I go back where I can hug the sky and walk on foamy clouds
Where I can be a little bird, that small daisy in a white field
AttachedI grew roots for my heartAttached in Free Verse More Like This
in every twisted chamber
Hitting the ground, deep down layers of earth
There, sleeps every vein I have
Peace in AgonyThe same place, the same five inches spacePeace in Agony in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My pain is laughing at my last smile
The eyes are blind this morning, every morning
My voice disappeared, drowned inside me
Lying here and time running behind me
How does a world shrink and squeeze you
How does a heart find peace in agony
Getting so small, smaller than yesterday,
My world is smaller everyday, in every single way
Smaller than this small window
Smaller than the smallest cube of sugar
Smaller than the crumbs on my carpet
Smaller than all the dreams I had
Bigger than all the dreams I still have
MotherMy longing for you weakens my heartMother in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All the birds are silent as we grow apart
Will you leave me to my destiny
Will you come and find me
I spell your name in fear to remember
Scared to feel thorns in my pulse, burning rush
Your radiate face is more than a figment
Yet, impossible to touch
Mother,why didn't I kiss your hands everyday
Do you hear my prayers mother, they are all for you
I send them every morning with drops of dew
What words can do, when my all is still so few
You are here, when it rains on those hills above
When I imagine your laugh and feel your love
When the pink clouds come by, stand by and pass
You are here when my heart is a pile of shattered glass
We Walk Through Heaven's DoorLet your hands walk through my dusty roads tonightWe Walk Through Heaven's Door in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Follow them, on my vast lands start your fight
Let me kiss your kiss and drink your salt and wine
In your kind darkness my drops of sweat shine
Those wonderlands are yours, and what is yours is mine
Don't make me wait, come and touch every spot
All those mountains and hills, I'm saving you a lot
Kill your thirst, swim in my stream and fill your pot
İ am no longer a body , and you are no longer a soul
We are one lonely beat, was found for once and all
So, cover me with your skin as we hear the ultimate call
Breathe In my ears, and let me ask you for more
As we roll under earth, we walk through heaven's door
The martyr of loveI am still a stranger in your battlefieldThe martyr of love in Free Verse More Like This
My rifle on my shoulder, I do not mean to fight
My tears cutting the ground under your feet
You stand over my bleeding body
Your cold blade dripping your way out
You stab me, once and twice, you grin at my wounds
My blood meets the thirsty salty soil
They greet, they hug, they mate under your feet
They give birth to the wild bloody roses
Where every wound blooms once more
I hear your walk away, leaving my barren land
I pray for death to push the arrow deeper in my back
To take the last hopeless breath, the last breeze of love
Bury me where the old moon was born
Let my head rest in a land of cinnamon and honey
When the white hands arrive with their remedy
Tell them all my birds left me and flew north
I do not wish to heal, I do not pray for cure
Battered and broken, my heart left the shore
I am a PoetYou ask me who I am , where did I come fromI am a Poet in Free Verse More Like This
I say: I am a poet, I was born out of the blazing silk of my words
My heart is an eternal rebel, since the dawn of creation
I'm the master of my own words, the keeper of God's secret
I'm the story of that rose shivering on the freezing hill
I live in that oasis of light, in a world beyond your world
The stars stare at my hopes, and hell trembles between my fingers
The night dreads my pain, the morning sleeps on my pillow
I create my words from the tissue of my veins
I weave the images from the feather of my eyelids
I wash my sins away, when I repent between the lines
My words move slowly between your palms, climb to your soul
To hug that poet, who sleeps between the chambers of your heart
When the world is mud, thorns and empty substance
I create my own, where the ground is basil and the walls are none
Heart Shape PetalsThe broken flower travelsHeart Shape Petals in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
From the green abyss to the corners of my eyes
Sits there, waits the heart shape petals
Your angel suffers, a dying bird on my cheek
On my palms he drew the map
Don't follow me , he said, my heart is your light
When the sun comes up again, throw the ashes
Where the broken flower lives, as it lives no more
Where words dance, each in a different dress
Take my heart from the book of prayers
And let the river of sadness pours into my eyes
Thank you for your love, my last miracles
Thank you for your love, where God's secret lies
On the edges of your lipsMy soul flickers back and forth in your presenceOn the edges of your lips in Free Verse More Like This
As I drag myself on the floor slowly, barely
I surrender to the voices promising your love
And the dream of tomorrow bringing me your scent
You do not see me nor my fading shadow
I am right here, down here, take one look at me
I lay my wings over your shoulders, I take the rain for you
I kiss the flock of birds that flew over you
I swallow every thorn in your way, I turn your path blue
I hug every glimpse of fear in your eyes
I live on the edges of your lips, I steal every word you speak
I sleep between your ribs, I sing along with your heartbeat
I built my shrine between your palms, there, I pray for your love
And yet, you do not see me nor my fading shadow
Your grip on my heart drying up every drop of life
But I will not leave, if you tear me apart, I will love you
If you burn my dreams, cut my veins , I will love you
If you put out my candle, my golden sky, I will love you
If you rip your seed out o
When love rhymesYou said God made me perfectWhen love rhymes in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The roundness of my hip, the softness of my lip
Gentle is my tip, I take you on every wild trip
So tighten your grip, squeeze me and take a sip
Get on my last ship, it is time to tear and rip
My waves keep slamming your shore
Burning every sense in your core
Your nails on my side, always coming back for more
They take over every land, as we celebrate this war
You said God made me perfect
The size of my breast, where you built your nest
My wild birds on your chest , always flying west
The short breath is your guest, dancing, will never rest
Every touch gives you my best, closer to my final quest
The SnakeBoredom was universal.The Snake in Short Stories More Like This
Temptation was only felt by a selected few.
Eve, for example, was tempted by an apple and the voice of a handsome snake. So persuasive that snake: so sly and silky, picking the angel Eve from her sweet Eden as easy as plucking a blackberry off of a thorn-less bush. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
Moriarty could relate to the snake. It was a wonderful creature; he'd taken notes, pretending to be on the side of the angels when really it still had a toe in the devil's parlour, keeping its place at the head of the table in time for tea. As he sat in his hideout, Moriarty smile to himself. How foolish people can be, he thought. How quaint. Aren't they funny?
The computer that perched at his fingertips glowed, the screen still active. It was uploading something. A series of zeroes and ones streamed like a waterfall: green on a black screen. They reflected in Moriarty's eyes. It was a key. A key that didn't even exist. He smirked to himself again, delighted with
FrenzyDrip.Frenzy in Short Stories More Like This
All of it. Give it to me. Every drop. Every drip.
Give it to me. Now.
I lied. I lied, it wasn't pig's blood, it was the thick, red juice of a man in the street: ash-burned, empty headed, veins pumped with drugs and wine and beer and fear. He cried and struggled under my grip and oh, how he satisfied me. I don't know why. I don't care why. I was trying it out. I was bored. I was having fun. Do you know what fun is?
It changed me. The fog. It changed me. My fall is coming soon and my heart how it thuds and leaps and spins and tries to fight the angel inside of me that begs and shrieks and I want to tear it out, shut it up by any means necessary.
I want it all. Iron and booze and ooze and fire.
I want the sensation of blood on my chin, my face, my hands. The meat in my mouth exploring my tongue and teeth and lips and throat and I want that crack. Pop. The snip and snap of bone and flesh and the silence that follows and makes me dizzy. There's nothing wr
LogicLike living without airLogic in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Or water, I'll be
Growing older by the second, becoming a corpse before your very eyes on this sofa as the
Indecipherable cells in my head will crumble and rot and decay without its sweet satisfaction. Please, I
Crave your logic, your puzzles, your ideas, and I'll drink them like the vampire's Sunday wine.
Everything I Want To BeI want to write something poignant and moving.Everything I Want To Be in Free Verse More Like This
It will make you cry and make you laugh.
It will win awards and give me prestige.
It will change someone's life.
I want to write something hilarious and heart-wrenching.
It will make and break relationships because of realizations of truth.
It will make you think differently than before you cracked open the first page.
It will make you want to read it again and again and again.
I want to write something that means something.
It will be translated into language after language, copy after copy published.
It will be read in schools, but the kids will actually enjoy it. Even after the thing is analyzed to death.
It will make them stop to think.
I want to write something real.
But don't we all, I suppose?
One NeedI need some timeOne Need in Free Verse More Like This
I need you to hold me
Not with your arms
but with your mind
windmillyour arms, open sailswindmill in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
gathering wind energy
just to keep me warm.
With Every Beat of your HeartHis eyes were stormingWith Every Beat of your Heart in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I was drowning in the blue
No life raft in reach
His heartbeat a metronome
That guided me toward the shore
sunflowersthey smile at the sunsunflowers in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
petals opening like arms reaching
for more light
S.O.S.Sometimes I feel heavyS.O.S. in Free Verse More Like This
No, I could never float with all this pressure
Sometimes my shoulders ache
from trying to keep my head above
the constant swell of waves
Sometimes I grit my teeth
when I feel myself careening toward that edge I didn't see
Sometimes I look into that dark hole
and wonder what it would be like-
to let myself sink down deep
and not even try to swim.
Is it dark and quiet,
like a peacefull, dreamless sleep?
But I don’t dwell on that,
because how would I carry you out-
if you needed me to?
How could I embrace such darkness,
and ignore our beautiful Lilli lighthouse?
Sometimes I have to remind myself
that it's okay to drift
close to shore,
that it's okay to dip my toes into the midnight waves
because her light will always guide me home.
Sometimes…I think that maybe I am adrift too…
My arms so tired from the swim,
feeling helpless and lost in the fog,
needing your voice to guide me
and your hands to help me up.
Caged InWho would have thought the years being locked in a cage would be the happiest time of my life?Caged In in Short Stories More Like This
I used to dream about gliding- my wings spread wide as I rode the breeze over a horizon that went on forever. I would wake in the dark and scream out in frustration, hoping that someday I could sing my real song.
The nights became longer and the dreams became unwelcome. You see, when I'm too caged in, fantasies are more like nightmares, taunting me, teasing me; a blatant reminder of what I can never have.
It was all I wanted. It was everything.
I escaped the first time the opportunity presented itself. Barreling through the unlocked door, I ran down the table and leaped through the open window with wings unfurled. I sang then, the sweetest noise I have ever made.
Until I fell.
I had never truly experienced the sensation of falling. It wasn't as peaceful as I imagined. It was terrifying.
I thought flying would come easy. I thought I would simply beat-be
Playing Dress-Up with RealityYou weren't easy for me. You were all the wrong words and too many missed chances and I couldn't breathe around you. Not really. Not in the ways it mattered. And maybe that was the real problem, at first--you stole the oxygen from my lungs and I couldn't think when you came around. So I didn't. I just stopped. I stopped the breathing, and I stopped the thinking, and when it finally came down to it, I think maybe I was starting to stop the caring, too.Playing Dress-Up with Reality in Free Verse More Like This
You were so different from me. You were an adventure, an adrenaline rush, you made my heart spin dizzy. I fell so hard that I laughed--convinced this had to be love. Love runs amok, right? Love leaves you breathless and aching. That's what made my chest pound. Not lack of air but your need for me. Or was that my need for you?
You were difficult, darling. Every breath I stole around you smelled of chalkboard dust and brittle autumn leaves and I don't know how I ever thought not breathing was okay, because it wasn't. You were a cobra
Kaleidoscope SkyThe sky is a kaleidoscope, sunshine swirling through Van Gogh clouds and a sapphire horizon that swells like the sea. I squint and it all shifts and shakes, azure and golden light refracts off everything and nothing at all. It kind of makes me dizzy.Kaleidoscope Sky in Short Stories More Like This
A shadow passes overhead and there’s a chill in the breeze that makes me shiver. A heavy cloud, a drip-drop upon my brow- I open my mouth and catch pinot noir-flavored rain on my tongue. I lick my lips and savor the taste, so curious at the buzz in my head.
I blink slow and the land turns dark- no moon or stars to light my path. Just a writhing mess of trees before me, a sudden movement from the corner of my eye.
Another shadow crosses but this one’s fast, shooting across my line of site and I feel like I should run but my body is frozen in place.
I feel like I should scream but even as my mouth gapes and I push...the sound just morphs into a trembling whisper.
A lightning strike, a crack of thunder, it
The Princess and the Thousand PuppiesAs the sun went down, everyone in the castle prepared for bed-time. Bathed and clean, Lilli settled down for bed grabbing her favorite blanket to snuggle with. It didn't take long before she drifted to sleep and began to dream.The Princess and the Thousand Puppies in Short Stories More Like This
Like so many of Lilli's dreams, this one was bright and full of sunshine. She ran through fields of flowers, giggling and happy, followed by a herd of one thousand excited puppies. Young dogs of every breed yelped happily and chased Lilli as she ran toward the forest where she liked to play. The puppies were wonderful friends and she loved them. They played hide and seek together, duck duck goose and tag.
Just when a brand new game of peek-a-boo was about to begin, the dream came to an end with rushed words from Queen Mommy.
"Princess Lillianna, it's time to wake up!" Her Mommy sang. Lilli grumbled and rolled over, wanting to get back to her dream. She missed her puppies!
Queen Mommy frowned, took the blankets away and screamed, "Princess Lillianna, you must wak
through struggle to the starsbefore you were born,through struggle to the stars in Free Verse More Like This
you scraped per ardua
ad astra onto the inside of your collarbone,
and injected glowing nebulae
in between your vertebrae
because you always loved finding shapes
in star clouds
and on your longest days now,
when the heat wraps its loving arms around you
in an embrace you can’t escape,
and the sun lays salty beads across your skin,
you trace your collarbone absently
and draw a little strength out of your spine
and you’ll stoop a little more with each passing year,
but that’s okay.
it just means the star stuff did its job right.
words to say to your reflectioni am a collection of dust and stars,words to say to your reflection in Free Verse More Like This
blue luster in a sea of inky void.
i am a tongue licking lips, clicking against teeth,
shaping sounds that matter.
i am the lightning that explodes in purple storm clouds,
four miles of haphazard beauty
on a lonely night.
i am the sea in autumn, still holding the warmth of a summer of sunlight,
though the air outside is cold
i am the snow at 6am.
i have not been touched, not stepped on. my surface is smooth as glass.
i am the snow at 6pm.
i am still beautiful.
i am the sound of rain just before sunrise
on a sunday morning.
i am the swirl of cream in a coffee,
blossoming and unfolding like a galaxy.
i am the smell of lavender
after a storm.
i am breathing.
anemic, broken, and growing up anywaywhen my sister was five, she dictated a letter to me in her strong little voiceanemic, broken, and growing up anyway in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
while dust drifted in the sunshine
of our creaky old room.
dear me [she said],
barney is the best. i will wear blue all the time even though i'm a girl. my heart beats without me telling it to and that's pretty cool. i think people always feel better if you tell them you love them. i will always smile because i have dimples when i smile.
"did you write it?" she asked, and i told her i did, every word
with the chunky yellow pencil i'd fished out of my school bag.
i handed her the letter, and she folded it up carefully
and she smiled.
when my sister was fifteen, she was a little bit broken
anemic and pale, with unsure hair and shaky hands.
when i came home to visit she whispered to me that
she didn't understand
and when i asked her what she didn't understand, she said
she wrote another letter that night.
dear me [it said],
this isn't a suicide note. this isn't another angsty poem. this
two pairs of sneakers and a sprinkle of starsi'll trace maps in your skintwo pairs of sneakers and a sprinkle of stars in Free Verse More Like This
plotting out the paths of
all the places
we'll go adventuring
while you look at me
and tell me you see the
stars under my eyelashes
bright and clear enough
to show us the way
and with our starry eyes and our map-inked skin
we'll disappear together
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Intermingle with violet,
Painting an accurate picture
Of your alluring spirit.
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Only your body.
To what matters
Only to what has value to him.
Your marvelous self
They'll just see the ashesSo ignite with me; lets all burn together.They'll just see the ashes in Emotional More Like This
They'll see us exploding, bodies flying across the black sky speckled with silver
and all that will be left of us are the ashes.
We've never painted the night with the colors from the fireworks,
we've always been about the bang, the boom, crack
that lets everyone know we're here, we've already started.
Don't leave this world in a whisper.
Make sure they know you exist.