Even Good Girls Get Vertigo- 1.3I had come to the conclusion that poor Delilah was destined to be attached to me for the school year. When she received her schedule, we had all but three classes together. Seven periods a day with this new girlthe worst part was that her sister was in three of them with us.
Our clique compared schedules after we received them at the assembly. A majority of our group was in remedial classes. Emily was in several honors courses, believe it or not, and I had a mainly academic schedule. Disregarding that massive amount of classes I had with Delilah, I had pre-calculus and lunch with everyone. I had English with everyone but Emily. I had history with Farrah and Bethany. I had Latin with Eleanor.
I had pre-calculus, modern literature, chemistry, art, and journalism with Delilah, not to mention lunch and study period. It was like they were forcing her to follow me around like a puppy dog. It was insanity, to be perfectly honest.
"We're going to be seeing a lot of each other, aren't we?
fairy tales are like real life except no one dies.pretending is somethingfairy tales are like real life except no one dies. in Free Verse More Like This
you can only do for so long.
i am tired of pretending.
i wish the world knew
how sick i am of it already.
the days are long, quiet,
boiling sunshine scars
flesh like cigarette burns.
wind whistles like a
mockingbird that's finally
gotten his own song but
is too shy to sing it,
trees rustle and leaves
muffle in the cacophony
of the world's perpetually
profuse state of sad.
pencil tips snap, crack like
the bones of lost brethren,
scorned even through the
haven we used to call home.
the words etched fluidly
in my veins, ink spewed
blue before oxidation
has repercussions only
when there's affirmation.
i wish you knew how badly
this pretending makes me
feel, strangled by the
dull touch of lead in
the lungs of the breathless,
tears of the hopeless
stain mattresses of
an effervescent childhood.
we cannot hope any longer.
we can only pray that
the pretending will stop
and that you'll look
at the spattered pieces
of notebook sheets
ever so slightly littering
the ground y
it's going to be okay. it's all going to be okay.i don't know why it's beenit's going to be okay. it's all going to be okay. in Free Verse More Like This
so long since i've written a
poem but i have subject matter
to write about as of now.
i was sad. you were there.
you told me i was beautiful.
"we need you, i need you."
it's going to be okay.
"just breathe for me. i'm here.
you'll always be safe with me.
i'll always be here for you."
those words stings because those
were the exact same things she
always said and where is she now.
it's going to be okay.
you tried to assuage my tears,
placate me, pacify me, pretend
you love me more than anyone else
just in this moment, why do you
insist on being so nice to me.
"because i care more about you
than anyone else. i want you
to be in my life for a very long time."
what the hell is that supposed to mean.
it's going to be okay.
"love you." but then you called me
the wrong name, whoops, intended
for your girlfriend, not for me,
stupidly i thought you may have been
falling but apparently we've both
fallen too far to stop already.
don't hold my hand if you love her more.
constant longing, forever past.minutes turned intoconstant longing, forever past. in Free Verse More Like This
hours turned into
days turned into
weeks turned into
months without you.
i didn't think that
i could do it. really.
i thought it would
be over, disappeared.
i thought i would be
decimated, and i
started out that way.
but now i must heal
the wounds that i
faced every time i
saw yours, you're so
beautiful on the
outside but on the
inside, you're a
monster, never rest.
you look at me like
what we had never
existed, and quite
frankly, i'm okay
with just that. i'd
rather you view me
instead of hatred.
all this time has
gone by so quickly,
do you remember all
those good times that
we made together?
nostalgia eludes me,
because i don't.
i remember only the
bad things, the
fights, the shouting
matches, the days
you would force your
hand onto mine to
avoid my self-injury,
those days you nearly
cried, but never did.
i remember only when
we weren't, but
at the same time,
this is where we were.
this is who we were.
this is what we were.
anonymous.i don't really knowanonymous. in Free Verse More Like This
how i got here.
it's all a blur
from the time i
was able to think
about who i
i never got why i'm
why i don't know
how to be
my exterior may
but i sure don't
i've been gone
for a really long time.
it's not me that
they see when they
that I pretend to
it's my vacated
carcass that is already
hollow and sad.
every trivial thought i
have echoes and
bounces off the
walls of my shell.
i'm just a poster child
for the underdog in all
of us losers.
i'm not a poser,
i'm just trying to get by
without getting hurt.
it's a novel idea
if you think real hard.
i guess i'm a cadaver.
i'm only a figment
i created this
sense of being tough
so people would give
me more respect.
but it backfired
a girl who begs
for someone to
to be honest,
my existence isn't
none of ours is.
we're just here
if i had a different name.they wouldn't look at meif i had a different name. in Free Verse More Like This
any differently than if
my name were amory, that's
literally meaning "loved one"
and i'm not one to be loved.
even if i was more beautiful
than the most spacious of seas
my name is still not orabelle
or anything that pretty.
tell me that i'm practically
imperfect, i'm not as delicate
as a lorelei, i'm not tempting
enough, call me anything.
i'm not as fair as a finley or
as shimmering as a soleil, but
i can be as bleak as a bronwyn
and dark as delia as if you
address me as anything else.
let me be audrey, an orville,
ezekiel, let me be strong in
how often i'm called because
frankly, i'm diminutive, tiny
and small in comparison to
all of these names, am i
really quite as dear as you say?
if i were adaliah i could leave
myself parched, deprive me of
any identity i claim to have.
if i were talullah i could drown
myself in my own sorrows because
i'd never know the truth anyway.
even if i were seraphine, i'd still
burn away in this hell of a life,
fire cannot be foug
mended.torn and shattered,mended. in Free Verse More Like This
bruised and battered,
sick as hell, not
dead, not well, you
let me live vicariously
through all your precious
misery, i wish you
let me live in you
after what i did to you.
i thought the reason
for your changing season
was unrequited, love
ignited deep within
a hatred strong, although
i loved you all along.
piece the pages
this stormy weather.
whether or not we
try to hide, this
feeling cannot be
denied, i've tried
so hard to disappear
but i want attention
when you're near.
i fear you'll hear
a sketchy phrase
in which awareness,
i will raise my hand
above and make notice
to the one i love
that i am better
all the while, and
they're the reason
i will smile.
i saw your face, your
eyes they glimmer with
the most iridescent
shimmer, thinner lips
and wider hips,
unshakable and breakable
blossomed in the dips.
when my tears fall like
shedding blood, they're
near as heavy as a
thud, but you, my doll,
wipe them away and wish
for me a better day
something's gone but i'm too tired to look for it.fluidity.something's gone but i'm too tired to look for it. in Free Verse More Like This
that's all it is.
where some people
let their words be
smooth, i halt mine
with awkward breath
marks and unnecessary
punctuation. i lack
to be eloquent
and to be well read
are two completely
i am not pedantic.
i just like words
and use them even
if they don't fit.
because i don't have
i'm choppy, brittle,
snappy words like
bubble wrap, quick
and crunchy like
chopsticks on a
keyboard, i can't
use proper metaphors,
for that would
defeat the purpose
of my piece. why
would i change
i can easily lose
i don't care how
the words get out
just as long as
they spit out
a reminiscent poem about nothing and everything.a breath can mean so much more.a reminiscent poem about nothing and everything. in Free Verse More Like This
a fear keeps me from catching it.
actually, it's more than fear.
an enigma possesses me like the strongest gale.
avid dreaming is destroyed by nightmares.
bound to be broken sooner or later.
breathe your lifeblood into me.
can you help me?
can't you help me?
cancerous thoughts spread like wildfire.
cold hands don't hold mine anymore.
cough up blood to keep from choking.
crying isn't optional--it's recreational.
dancing thoughts evade me like fairytales.
don't you want to call me?
don't you want to keep me?
don't you want to save me?
doubt is the only thing keeping you from answering.
each teardrop is a story.
even the bad ones.
even the good ones.
even the ones about you.
fly far away to avoid me, sure.
friends and fiends are closer than you think.
go back to how it used to be.
grow a bit of hope in your soul.
half of the memories are about you.
half of the memories are craving you.
how i miss you.
how i miss you holdi
Look At My Palms, They Shake Like My Current WorldMy veins? They bleed ink,Look At My Palms, They Shake Like My Current World in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thick, black, translucent blood.
The flowing won't stop.
Sometimes, I worry
My oxygen intake will
Falter and shut down.
I have night terrors
And wake up suffocating,
Sleep? A luxury.
I can't afford to waste it
Once I'm getting it.
Over in my world of sad,
There's too much pressure.
It's caving into me, my
Lungs and cavity.
Anymore, a cadaver
Behind curls of my dead skin.
By imagination, time
Is just an object.
Why should I follow
When I can barely keep my
Own head from falling?
your eyes shouldn't make me choke on my heart.i never really likedyour eyes shouldn't make me choke on my heart. in Free Verse More Like This
making eye contact.
i was never fond of having
my soul bore into by
twenty-something pairs of orbs
in the audience.
but it's a lot different
when it's only one person.
i was always shy.
you even told me i was
timid, that i appeared
too quiet, i should be
more social, you said.
your eyes are so breathtaking.
they're nothing special,
just normal hazel eyes,
they're just expressive.
your eyes have so much emotion,
potential brewing inside, tears
never seem to be released
because your eyes are always
glassy and gleeful, i'm glad
that you're happy.
i used to light up
every time i locked glances
with those eyes, my heart
would nearly skip a beat
in excitement, but now?
now, every time i lock glances
with you, you look for all of
three seconds, then turn away
like i'm just that ugly,
do i look diseased to you?
am i that unimportant that you
feel like you have the
audacity to not even grant me
the common courtesy to smile
when i see you staring?
i know you
AcheIt comes and goesAche in Free Verse More Like This
like an unwelcome houseguest,
leaving me with messes I don't need,
and it never shuts the door
to keep the cold out.
I tried shutting off the lights
and closing the blinds,
twisting the key in the padlock
and boarding the windows,
but as long as light can
seep through the cracks,
this shadow will follow
and dig its fingers into my shoulders.
I bruise easily, it knows,
and it revels in watching
me shift in discomfort
while it grips me.
Like a ghost,
it won't let go.
StuckYour empty gaze was the crack in the road,Stuck in Free Verse More Like This
staring past the pool colored
almost the same shade as last summer's paint job
meant to cover up the scratches
you left on the passenger door
when you were one tequila past sober.
I am a fly trapped in this spiderweb crack
that catches the blue-red urgency of
midnight sirens that you summoned without speaking.
They can't drown out the soundtrack
of our last sixteen seconds,
all caught in my head as if to prove
I don't want it there.
You looked up from letting your fingers linger
on the radio dial when your song came on,
laughing about how it reminded you of cotton candy
and your first boyfriend's cologne,
when your summer eyes caught the headlights,
like stained glass in full sun,
and all you could say was
You always talked about how
if you had three wishes you'd spend one on flying,
but I don't think this is what you meant.
I still have dreams about you telling me
the experience wasn't worth it.
I still reach for telephone to tell you
Burning HeartWe built a beautiful pyre,Burning Heart in Free Verse More Like This
and in my heart,
I'm holding your hand as it burns.
The sparks could become the stars,
jewels in Orion's belt.
I'd lace my fingers through yours
in a final act of faith
while we stare down the smoke
cradling the moon,
and each piece of kindling
that crumbles in on itself
leaves me a little less broken.
The light flickers,
so do the corners of your lips.
We needed this.
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.
HeavyWhen you let me goHeavy in Free Verse More Like This
by the side of the road,
please remember the string
that you tied to my soul.
I'm the balloon you inflated
just to let go;
the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
Why'd you have to cut this
the thin wire trailing
from my heartbeat to yours?
Remember the science of
the desolate sky,
because the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
Strung OutConsider me hanging on the line,Strung Out in Free Verse More Like This
a dress without a body waiting for the sun,
vibrant when she's not heavy, waterlogged.
As a child, I enjoyed making orange smiles,
while wondering why we didn't have
a clothesline stretching from tree to tree
like I'd seen on the television.
I admired the way skirts became birds,
picked up by the wind they adored,
while sheets grabbed the wind like a sail,
and the clouds were always made of cotton,
and the denim sat like lead.
Now every time I put myself out to dry,
the sky gets heavy and breaks on me.
I am halfway towards being ready,
and then the rain rips me down again.
Maybe that's why we bought a machine
to wring the water from our clothes,
because there was no risk of bad weather inside.
It's Not Coming BackAnd he was the voiceless, unforgiving wind.It's Not Coming Back in Free Verse More Like This
She screamed to his back while he forgot her name,
and each step he took into the sun
was met by the setting of hers.
It's a cold night where she stands,
and she coughs on the frost in her lungs,
choking on the memory of last night's air.
She mourns the death of yesterday
through nostalgic eyes,
and like a child, declares it's only sleeping.
Honorary Sun SpotI'm going to tie a stringHonorary Sun Spot in Free Verse More Like This
around the new dawn
and make the sun my balloon.
I won't let go as it keeps rising,
I just need warmth and this seems
like the best way to find it,
the day taking me with it
round the world.
Take a picture of your rooftop,
and I'll wave as I go by.
SeparateYou are on the opposite sideSeparate in Free Verse More Like This
of this window.
Press your palm against the pane,
The heat of our fingers will
fog the glass,
and in this mist we create,
we will finally meet.
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
A Letter to the Band DirectorMr. Rush,A Letter to the Band Director in Letters More Like This
Every time I think back to public school, most of my memories are from band. I started the program in 4th grade just looking for something to do, and it took me three long years to realize how much music meant to me.
While some kids went through the same old motions in middle school band, I embraced it and finally found my niche - something I could really do. Music became more than a substitute for homeroom; it was a passion, a feeling, and you helped me learn that there is nothing on this earth comparable to playing in a band.
Band became a sanctuary where I could let the music shape my mood and let me forget my problems, even for a little while. I know every inch of that band room, and learned so much more there than simply how to play a clarinet. Right now, there's nothing I want more than to sit with that band, have you raise up your magic wand, and play Cedar Crest! That one will haunt me my whole life!
In short, band changed my life.
The GuitaristThe Guitarist in Free Verse More Like This
It is a fragile line,
Held suspended by the air
As if a snowdrop,
Curling gently in its descent,
Never capturing the attention
It rightly deserves
Like a careful little finely-tuned melody
To the trained ear
His fingers have been tormented
But he cannot simply stop.
The point of no return
Is a much more dangerous place
Than they let on
He plays because he must,
And in that string,
In that note,
There is his meaning of life.
Glisten like a snowdrop,
Glide like an albatross over the sea
Perhaps today it will make a difference.
They drop pennies in the hat at his feet.
And even still...Wishes upon a star,And even still... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like the brilliance of the sun,
Fleeting like stardust
Blink – it’s gone.
And even still…
The sparkle that is left behind
Never fades easily
From the trenches of the mind.
Like butterfly’s wings
Are fragile, be gentle
Or breakage it brings.
And even still…
The powder left behind,
On your fingertips it does dance,
As it goes unrefined.
Mirrors on the wall,
Like shimmering water,
It can distort the image,
And the ego it does slaughter.
And even still…
The cracks it leaves behind,
Do leave room to be filled
With the kindness of mankind.
Even if...All this hurt and painEven if... in Free Verse More Like This
It builds up inside me
Like water behind a dam.
And I know I said it was okay,
That I was fine,
But I still expected your gentle gaze
Your warm hand
Your calm words
And yet you say “okay”,
Like it was definite choice
Instead of a question hung in the air
Like snow falling from the sky.
I know if I wanted
I could’ve asked you.
I just put on the front
Of not wanting to bother you,
To take you from your friends,
But what hurts the most,
More than anything I’ve ever known,
Is that I thought you knew me
Better than I knew myself.
But you still
Bought the mask I was hiding under.
Why can’t you see?
I want to hold you,
To hug you,
To whisper those sweet nothings in your ear.
So that you may forget,
I know I shouldn’t be hurt,
We all say things
We don’t really mean.
But was I really that “pointless”?
Did I really “bore
I'm not perfectIt doesn’t make senseI'm not perfect in Free Verse More Like This
All this white noise in my head.
It screams and it cries and it howls
Words that I don’t understand.
Why can’t I feel the feelings
You laid out before me.
As if it was so easy
To show what is inside.
“I’m only human, nothing perfect.”
So I stumble, and I fall
But no on catches me before
I hit the ground and lay on the floor.
Feelings like pain and hurt
I understand those.
Even better than I do
The happiness and joy I see.
I’m sorry I hide when I’m upset
I just don’t see the reason
To bother you about it
And ruin your happiness.
Writer's OathAs a writer, I swear on my word and my honor to do my best,Writer's Oath in Philosophical More Like This
To always strive for the unobtainable;
To not only reach for, but to walk among the stars;
To never lose the awe and wonderment of life,
And to see the world, if only for a moment, with the simple faith and wonder of a child;
To kindle the flame of imagination within the hearts of all whom I come into contact with;
To never scoff at the whimsical;
To keep a hearty belief in dragons and fairies burning strong in my heart;
To believe that giants can be slain, and evils vanquished;
To not merely search for a hero in dark times, but to seek to be one;
To look ever to my friends for inspiration, and also to seek to be that inspiring light;
To remember that the darkest hour of night is when the promise of coming dawn is the brightest;
To stand up for truth and right, regarding not the opposition;
To be ever open to new possibilities,
And yet to always say what must be said in the way it ought to be said;
To remember that the pen is
The most awesome site ever, my dear!We’re on the website for misfits, boy;The most awesome site ever, my dear! in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Where we’d all love to stay.
We're all defiant of physics' laws,
Bending them our way....
We’re writers and artists;
You give me a Llama, I’ll give one to you,
As Christmas day draws near, the most wonderful day of the
We each wear a smile that insanity curled,
As we proudly show off our work to the world;
Because with dA near, we can each have a wonderful year.
Comics, tales, and lore!
Yes there’s always more!
So let’s give the admins our applause!
You would be suprised at what we can contrive;
In no other place does art feel so alive;
As Christmas day draws near, the most wonderful day of the year!
Zee Captein and Snippy, are coming for you,
With tasty plot turns and a magic mug too;
Just trust the Mustache, dear, and you'll have a most wonderful year.
Wond'rous things in store!
Like not seen befo
Dragon Blood: Chapter 1Lucy was the princess of Magnolia, the once beautiful place in all of Fiore it was more lively then, until her father died when she was 10 she's now 17. Actually he was murdered, and Lucy was the only one who knew who did it. Hades the new king and her new "Father." Since then Magnolia fell into darkness and became known as the dark city. It was literally dark. So dark you couldn't see the sun or the blue sky. Instead it was an eternal night. Like a giant barrier that formed only around the area of Magnolia. Since her father died, that was the last day anyone saw the sky. No one can enter the city or leave it. They were helpless. Sitting ducks waiting for the dark king to get to them and kill them. She was alone since he became king. Her mother died before her father from a illness. She wanted to leave escape but there was no where to go to, and she had her duties as the future queen of Magnolia. She had to take down Hades. She had to prove he was evil. No everyone knew he was evil, noDragon Blood: Chapter 1 in Romance More Like This
Fairy Tail: Hero Ep.1Episode One: A Strange RequestFairy Tail: Hero Ep.1 in Drama More Like This
Against any attempt she made to hold it back, Lucy felt a wide smile grace her lips. What brought it on, she wasn't sure. Given her present situation, it could have been several different factors. Maybe the rays of sunlight warming her skin? Or the faint sound of laughter in the distance? Or even the simple, peaceful feeling days like this always caused? After so long, she simply gave up trying to guess.
As long as she was smiling, why did the reason even matter?
"Miss Lucy, aren't you afraid you'll fall up there?"
In response to the softly asked question, Lucy opened her eyes and looked down at Wendy's always cheerful gaze. The small girl, try as she might, was unable to return her gaze. Then again, seeing as she was currently using the guilds roof as an impromptu tanning salon, it wasn't surprising that she couldn't be seen from the ground. Lucy's smile widened to match her friends. "I'll be fine," she answered. "Don't worry, I'll be down
The Woman in WhitePitiful, my broken angelThe Woman in White in Free Verse More Like This
Pitiful, I'm sad to say
Pity is what you’re given
Pity is not enough to make you stay
Cross, death’s herald, if I could but paint you in morning mist
Schist-like mind, wandering in circles, never more adrift
Swift as a swift, stepping lightly, your dress pale as arum,
Alarum! Greedily you loved, loved at any cost
Lost your love yet loved your loss
Romeo and RosalineRosaline is my nameRomeo and Rosaline in Free Verse More Like This
My lover, dead, by his own hand,
Died, in the name of love,
Because of his lover, dead.
Before you met Juliet, I was fairest of all.
Fall I did, from your heart, eyes and mind,
Blind as you were, blinded by her, I
Cry not for you, but for her. You swore
Your child-bride your eternal love, though
Owe, the day before, you’d been willing
Killing yourself for my vast beauty.
Duty or not, you left soon enough,
Rough, you turned, when it was clear, I wouldn't be your whore.
I was naught but a daydream to you who worshipped me,
See me you couldn’t, you saw what you wanted to see.
Be what you wanted me to be I couldn’t. You fled,
Wed a girl in gentler bed, a bed in which to die.
Romeo, in your shadow, Narcissus is a saint
Plaint: he harmed himself, but you bring death.
Breath of love, my innocent dove, weep,
Sleep, don’t dream of wicked Romeo.
It was not true love, Romeo, to take sudden flight,
As soon as another woman crossed your cursed sight.
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
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
What a Woman WantsEvery single voice inside me is calling youWhat a Woman Wants in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every drop of blood, and every tear is asking for you
Every hill,and every twisted road on this body is begging you
Come to me, love me like love should be
Now it is all yours, taste it, smell it, just take it all
Nothing is usual my love, nothing you have seen before
This is us, what we have is nothing you knew before
Sail to my shores, I will wait for your ships
Get closer, ride me with your horses, with your swords
I need your deep voice and your cold blade on my hips
Come and kiss me softly, then kiss me hard
Touch me like a broken petal, then touch me hard
Hold me,feel every bone in me, never let go of me,
Suffocate me and take the life out of me
Let your hands find their way through me
Let them burn me, let them find me over and over again
Let the soft tip rub every cell I have, every spot that hurts
Give me more when I beg your mercy,
Take it all when I say I can bare no more
Don't you dare stop when I no longer breathe
Fields of Golden WheatMy fingers travel through your hair, fields of golden wheatFields of Golden Wheat in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your lips have the taste of an ancient salty ocean
My childhood dreams of blue birds and their heartbeat
The delicate fragrance coming from eastern lands
The softness of a delighted soul and your sunlight
The black wings of a sad night and my heart in your hands
I listen to you, the language of birds, the mystery tone remains
I hide you, inside my eyelids, between the layers of my heart
Where you choose to live; mixed with every color in my veins
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
A Letter to my FatherFather,A Letter to my Father in Letters More Like This
Today, It has been nine months and nineteen days since I left. Three thousand kilometers of distance. This is the longest period of time that we have been apart. I miss you, I remember you all the time. Suddenly, I remember things I did not think about before, suddenly they all keep jumping in my face, so many memories, some warm, some cold, some tough, and some just beautiful.
Do you know that I can remember the days you were teaching me the Arabic alphabet and the French Alphabet. Whenever we have a guest, I run to them and start shouting " A,B,C,D,E,F......." They smile and ask me who thaught you all this, I run to you, I hug you and I say " Dad taught me".
You took me to the beach, you taught me how to love it, this is why now the beach is where I find my soul, where my heart feels at home, where I feel a very strong sense of belonging I dont quite understand. We went to
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
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
When Your Lover is a MoonI love you, aware of my exile, your exileWhen Your Lover is a Moon in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Between us; clouds, wind, lightning,
thunder, ice and fire
Glad to tear myself apart
just for your eyes,
and sew you a cover from my skin
When love is big, and the lover is a moon,
do not tremble; one bird in winter nights
The tender sky touches all the scared wings
And cares for the wonderfully pale lilies
I walk on dry leaves, everyday
I create hope from that rainbow
I talk the language of trees
And I make a country from roses
Every day, I want to ride the sea,
every time they say no sailing allowed
Everyday, I build a home for our birds,
every time the floods take it away
I love you, until the day they put me out,
with eyes as wide as your skies
Until I disappear slowly, slowly
down the purple cliff
Until I feel you become some of me,
all of me
I love you
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