At the endAt the end of every tunnelAt the end in Open More Like This
There is a light
At the end of fear
There will be bravery
At the end of pain
There will be healing
At the end of sadness
There is happiness
At end of war
There will be survivors
At end of a song
There is pause
At end of a road
There will be another path
At end of night
Comes a dawn which brings day
At end of childhood
Comes a young adult
At end of death
Comes a birth
At end of career
Comes a new one
At end of drifting
Comes a new shore
At end of your life
Comes the next one in line
At end of negativity
Comes the positivity
Everything that ends brings something new
In other words we are walking one path switching constantly
So to those that aren't patient
To those that remain unfaithful
To those that wish it to end
To those that feel trapped
It ends...and it doesn't, its all just one long path
Walk walk and wait.
When I've done itWhen I've seen more sunsets than I can rememberWhen I've done it in Free Verse More Like This
When I've given more hugs that I'll ever know
When I see kids smile and wish I had same feeling
When I finally meet that one in life that can keep me happy
When I've seen the countries I've dreamed of
When I've done the drugs that I wanted to try
When I feel fur of a live animal and feel touched
When I finish college and meet my goals
When I've truly done things that have interest me
When my knowledge stops
When my interests can go no further
When my feelings remain same every day
When my eyes lose sight as well as my mind
That's when I know
I can say I'm satisified
Lay down and look at my last sunset
Have my last laugh and drink
And end it all
I am oddWhat am I?I am odd in Free Verse More Like This
Am I a tall guy slender figure?
Am I hairless muscular and fitness?
Am I smart clever shrewd and cunning?
Am I loud bossy and a leader?
Am I all about one thing and never the other?
Am I somebody that roots for home team?
Am I pro American?
Am I somebody to go after a skinny blonde girl?
I am in fact none of those but you know what I am?
I'm odd in every sense
I am average height thats slightly chubby.
I am hairy slightly muscular and in shape.
I am smart sometimes but not clever but funny.
I am quiet pushed sometimes and never follow or lead.
I am open minded to all things even if I might be bias.
I am somebody that roots for any team if it counts.
I am neutral about America
I am somebody that prefers a full figure and girl of color.
In end I am somebody that is odd and hard to compare.
Do I have an ego?I'm not sure?Do I have pride?I probably lost it.
In end I am odd and nothing but that.
Where have they gone?We laugh we cried we enjoy each others painWhere have they gone? in Free Verse More Like This
To wake up every morning seeing them
Know we having nothing to gain, but good times
They roll around and then leave and then come back
Like a cycle of life it never ends, but starts a new
However every few years a so when our mind grew
We always sit back
We always question
We always wonder that one thing
Where have they gone?
Why did they leave?
Why is it they don't talk to me?
We think back to good and bad
To best and worst times
How much we changed or they
How they won't glance at you if they saw you alone
How they left and your still here
You feel bitter for losing somebody
You feel anger for all promises gone
You feel sad for aging and seeing everyone depart
Rarely do we have a friend that has stuck by with us until end
Rarely can we look in ones eyes and feel hopeful they'll be there
I'm sorry friend
For I have come
For I have gone
For I have played cycle
And eventually I leave
Rap medal metallicMy Rap medal is metallic cause I stand out YoRap medal metallic in Other More Like This
I'll break your arm before that punch can be throw
to make a point of what I believe and so you should
that I'm hard to decieve rap music is all lies tell you
how rich they are and what they have most people can't see
it with there eyes but my third eye will percieve through BS
phonys who say I am there there homie even though they don't
Cause I know what sounds real cause of my rap medal I hear
Because no one can give you a true deal
you need to find that fire inside you and turn it in
to flames we should all know now that what it takes
to make it in this game that we call life so don't caught in
strife and get dirty like a bum if you got problems tell me some
so we can get through it because I'm through with this shit
of people saying what I am I should learn not give damn cause
my Rap medal is metallic and I stand out why?Cause what you
consider whats normal ain't your asking me why my sweater is
covered in red paint b
Sowing the seedIgnorance and greedSowing the seed in Concrete Poetry More Like This
To sow and plant the seed
Watch it grow day by day
Speak slow in it's direction
Feed it all things you know
Force it to do more
Grin on inside, because it'll pay
But when you become too old
That it really didn't turn out
A sense of isolation.A sense of isolation......A sense of isolation. in Free Verse More Like This
A feeling I get when over stress
Something I get when I'm depressed
I'm in a area full of people
Yet I don't see them nor hear
There chatter is quite near
Some I could make out
I don't bother though I rather just stare
My mind wanders on subject and then back
A sense of isolation............
Its night now where light has left as of two hours ago
My pondering has become deeper though
Thoughts are coming at me..only to retract
I'm alone at beach that is like night itself..pitch black
I hear rhythm of waves pounding my ideas
I don't know why I came nor when I'll come again
Lonely to humanity yet embraced by universe
Sickness to my thought comes...I will not
A sense of isolation..........
Piece of HeavenA piece of heavenPiece of Heaven in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How far will you go?
Is it truly your desire?
Do you deserve it?
Let me ask
Since currently I have no task
What does it look like?
Is it violence free?
Does only have things that
Would you care at all on who
Is it near a beach?
Is it around no one or many?
Would you like it hot or cold?
Maybe you'd like it slightly
Will days be slow like a
or fast like strong gust of wind?
I'm sorry for asking
As if my mouth is wandering
But... My last question is
Does it exist?
Tea if you willSome mint tea pleaseTea if you will in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
If you will
Please don't spill
Also, make it hot
Till it burns my tongue!? Not!
Sugar or honey I don't care
I have money as you're aware
No peach or plum
Chocolate and please don't play dumb
I came to sway
To nibble and sip
So I'm here to stay
Because any tea drinker knows
That it is best served
On a cold and grayish day
Mentally unstableI am unstable and you wonder how?Mentally unstable in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am mentally on verge of loosing yet I don't
I can't speak properly without stumbling
I can't think right without having more than 3 questions in my head
I try being logical but logic never helps or pushes me enough
I try being positive but my mind dwindles on negative
There is no cure for me I say it all time no anti depressants
There is no way I'll succumb to my thoughts either
Maybe I'm wrong and its all in my head
Maybe its you who's right and I'm hallucinating
In the end I'm mentally unstable and that's just normal
In the end I repeat what I can't stop that is a trend
This is me being me me living with what I've suffered for years
This is my mentality that I'll live with for rest of my life
Top HeelIt's all so quiet by telephone wiresTop Heel in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eating reddy sands that drift along
Screaming tortured hymns and songs
On the subject of broken bones and liars
Quickly running never felt so hard
A grassy patch juxtaposes the scene
Fifty miles up, lies exit thirteen
Nothing around is standing guard
My last piece of solace gone
The trip has ceased the line is lost
At the very end I find out the cost
Laying naked on the cold, grassy lawn.
Absonant AbsenceWords that were not ever screamedAbsonant Absence in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Written on decor grave
Forget the things that are too loud
They are just the slaves
Teeming lives undreamed
Crossed against the wall, waiting
Cobblers are apparitions
Elephantine towers planned
But lacking all ambition
Blue pens annotating
Smash no hands across your knees
Shattered bones are doors
Falling on a dissonant union
That cannot stand anymore
These noises will not cease
Ready For The Fall (Version 1)Wooden chairs in graveyardsReady For The Fall (Version 1) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By broken floors and glass
I feel at home right here
A painting of a flower
Purchased to warm a house
Where no gatherings were held
Seeing your still statue
A rapidly rising fog
That never disappears
Antiquated screens plead
From the past to the current
But nothing hears what it yelled
There are no ringings at all
To look forward to these days
Only a static mist
Yellowed hands reach down
Trying to shake its hand
But it makes an angry fist
Death BasicsStaring into a snowstorm abyssDeath Basics in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just give up, it firmly insists
Locking up the empty safes
Maybe there will be something there someday
An Evening garden, a dying bouquet
But Adamantly it's pushed away
Tomorrow is an empty hall
A streak that runs up and down a wall
Buildings twenty stories tall
Where a dozen footsteps float and fall
Tension CityNine circles around your bodyTension City in Free Verse More Like This
A countenance stiff in abstract posture
Blades don't shimmer forever, dear
Can someone get a doctor
This flower pot must not wilt
Fill the roads with poppies
Deaf grips all the ears
Fifteen sunflowers rebuilt.
No LoveHands turned red and blackNo Love in Free Verse More Like This
I've spent so much time in old fields
Mourning over old men
Ignoring the sounds
Of whistling automobiles
And stuttering telephones
A man eating soup at a diner
Fingers coated in ink
Shaking his head nervously
He cannot wash these colors
He is unable to do
What I have done
Pulling in Opposite DirectionTwelve o'clock parking lot eyesPulling in Opposite Direction in Free Verse More Like This
Where did those headlights go
Brightness has left the Friday nights
Atop a long suicide to see the sights
Cuffed to chain links, cacophonies
Stags in herds rush past, reckless
Metal fingers point in accurate direction
The portraits of a past marred
By the ridges of another valley
Those sights are so beautiful from here.
Ready For The Fall (Version 2)Wooden chairs in graveyardsReady For The Fall (Version 2) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By broken floors and glass
I feel at home right here
Seeing your still statue
A rapidly rising fog
That never disappears
A painting of a flower
Purchased to warm a house
Where no gatherings were held
Antiquated screens plead
From the past to the current
But nothing hears what it yelled
There are no ringings at all
To look forward to these days
Only a static mist
Yellowed hands reach down
Trying to shake its hand
But it makes an angry fist
Free ExpressionOrange lines that slice in halfFree Expression in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Poles cut off the oceans
Countless false Kooning comparisons
Gymnastic marbles in motion
These walkers lack emotion
Trumpets do not sound arrivals
Northward they all fled
Loudly blaring in every ear
Oblivious to what was said
All my dreams have bled
Symphonies that lack conductors
The Train's final whistle shouts free
Monks are chanting in minor keys
Off to drown in the sea
Come and follow me?
OrionAll my windowpanes are removedOrion in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The haze has cleared the skies
No boundaries exist at all
But the calcium surrounds and lies
Obscure my world again
Cloud the air with manic confusion
Lovely primary swirls
Roaring laughter after jesters go under
Stroking the faces of girls
Please give back the zen
Bursting to pieces by furious beatings
From the canvases stretched out far
Gazing into the eyes of Pollock
To heal the mental scars
But what can he do to aid?
Sticking my head out my empty panes
The wind turning horses to lions
But my pride is gone, sounds rattle down halls
Fearing that it's from Orion
And his horribly deadly blade.
1. But I Love Him"I love you," he says. I look at him through the hazy mist of tobacco. I rub the lit embers into my leg, making it flicker and evaporate. The perfectly horrible sting makes me flinch.1. But I Love Him in Short Stories More Like This
"Really?" I ask.
I roll my tongue in my mouth and keep my gaze on his blue eyes. "What do you want?"
"Ecstasy." His lips are on mine and I'm on autopilot. Suck. Nibble. Swirl tongue. Touch.
Ecstasy might mean sex for some couples but that isn't what he wants. That comes after. When he's so in love with life, he'll fuck anyone.
"Come on," he whines after I push him softly away. Softly, because if I push too hard, I might think I'm angry.
Angry that he's an asshole who doesn't really love me and angry that I'd even think that.Of course he loves me. But if my body feels angry, my head will, too. "You're rich. You can get some."
"My father's rich and he hasn't visited in ages."
"So you visit him." I rub the cigarette harder against my thigh, digging a hole and failing to
Acrylic PainDo you ever melt into your bedAcrylic Pain in Free Verse More Like This
Forgetting to bury yourself
In oceans of earth
Too cold to drown the ice
Do you watch the light fixtures
Dance on white paint like
And forget to leave behind
Forget to tell your heart
To pump faster than your
Sometimes I forget to forget that the world is
Not worth painting over with
So I crystallise in an
Earth of oceans
Listening to the alarm playing its hymn
Telling me to
I never slept.
I bet you cut"I bet you cut yourself," he says and it takesI bet you cut in Free Verse More Like This
All of me and more, and there is nothing to take. I laugh
and cry a little inside. Die a little more and smile
"Of course not."
He stares at me and it's like one of those dreams where you're
Naked and I want to shove my guts in my mouth and burn in Heaven,
rip my scalpel through my thigh, throw my skull at a window and let the
Pain in my body overwhelm the pain in my heart.
"I'm joking," he says and I think I should feel bad for him, instead I
Hate him a little. He's grinning and I think about how I'd love to
Carve his face into the Joker.
"I know," I say and I hate myself a little, too.
He's gone back to me, front to his friends
and you'd think this was to become a nice old love story but
Happy endings only happen in books.
"I do," I whisper and I laugh because it sounds like a wedding vow and I
don't think I'll marry and I don't think I can. I'm scarred and eventually
my scars will have scars
and there will be no amoun
If you'll forgetHave you ever watched raindrops on a pane of glass? They glide and eventually submerge into other raindrops and the more tears collide, the faster they fall until eventually they seep away.If you'll forget in Free Verse More Like This
That is life.
You are still until a single drop splashes on your head; you begin your slow walk downhill. Then drops and drops, big and small, come crashing and running. Crashing and running and shoving you downhill until you break your crown.
These are the "obstacles" in life. The traumas, the unluckies, the people, the horrors, the words, the fists, the illnesses, the stories these are the things that will kill you.
There is a heaviness, a weight, a mountain, a troll, a planet, a bulldozer, a factory, a rope around my neck and it bleeds on everything I love. It holds me down, falls on my head and grips its chains around my ankle and anchors me to the ocean close enough to breathe but not enough to live.
"If you want to go, that's okay," they'd say. Maybe. Hopefully. One
We're DeadMommy screams. Loud, agonizing, tortured cries. She pounds her head on the steering wheel like a heavy metal concert guitarist except this isn't a stage and she can't play any instruments.We're Dead in Emotional More Like This
This isn't a performance and I'm going to die.
"I'll kill us both!" she pulls my hair. Pulls it to the driver's side and I think my head will come off and I'm afraid it won't.
"We can die together!" and I don't think this suicide pact is optional.
She lets go of my hair and I'm crying. My 9-year-old body folds into itself and I don't want to die this way. I imagine our shattered car with its shattered people embedded in an innocent lamppost and I don't want to die but I know I will.
"Nobody loves me. You don't love me. We might as well die now!" Her throat is raw. Broken like every other part of her. Her roars are louder than anything any human should be able to make and the car is flying, flying over the road.
I'm crying like a child with horrible, hyperventilating tears. It's the kind of crying tha
3. But I Love HimPitter patter pitter patter pitter patter 3. But I Love Him in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And I think that's what rain is meant to sound like. I'm wrapped in a cacoon of blankets; the material is feather against my skin. It eases the pressure in my head, 4 walls closing in to my skull.
Lips on my body and I don't want to wake up. Hands in my hair and I don't know why I'm here. Skin pressed to skin and the world is not living. Fingers down my scars and I love him because I must.
I stir purposefully and mumble something about dishwashers.
"Oh, you're awake," Kyle grumbles, sitting up. I press the palm of my hand against my temple and the world's wobbling when I'm lying down with my eyes shut. I wonder what he did to me while I was sleeping and I'm disgusted and I don't care because I couldn't be any dirtier.
"How can you not feel like crap?" I groan.
"I have more experience," he says. "Now get your ass in the shower. We're going out."
"Kyle, just let me sleep. It's like 5am." I turn around to lie on my front. There will
2. But I Love HimSometimes I pretend it's the end of the world and that him and I are the only people left. Some days I lie to myself enough to convince my head that it's the truth, and those are the good days when I can forget about school, forget about friends and forget about life beyond Kyle and I. There is no guilt then and all there is is us.2. But I Love Him in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Then there are bad days when I wonder why I'm here. When the guilt threatens to choke my heart and wrench it from its socket. Those days I want to leave
But I love him.
"Where have you been?"
I look up and I wish I didn't. Mixtures of hate and concern seep in Katy's eyes and I wonder how it's possible for her to care for someone she hates I wish she'd just hate me.
"Were you with Kyle?" she asks, biting the name of her ex as though it were a bitter, rotten fruit.
"Yes." I wish the student body would devour me.
"You missed school for a week," she says and I don't know what to say. "He's not good for you." But he's good enough. "You c
Suicide or Tea?Should I kill myself or have a cup of tea?Suicide or Tea? in Free Verse More Like This
I decide on the latter and I'm not sure why. Probably because I can. Life is a never-ending scroll of be-goods, be-happies, be-in-controls, be-okays, be-strongs and be-appreciatives. So what's another day?
Just another day closer to death.
Still, life seems incredibly long, don't you think? So long, it's hard to see the end and nearly impossible to touch even with a knife in my hand that could easily skewer my heart, make it squirm and still like a dying nightingale sealing its death with a pathetic squeal of almost-song.
Life is pain and people in pain are a pain in the ass. Perhaps occasionally or perhaps frequently, they think "Why not just kill myself? Life is hell, anyway. No hell after life could be worse than this."
But they're wrong. The worst is never the worst because things can always get worse and maybe that's why I decided to stick with the chamomile tea. That or I feel tea-sipping is reason to live.
It's your birthday - Happy BirthdayHow are you? You good? Good.It's your birthday - Happy Birthday in Free Verse More Like This
The 5th of September 2012 will arrive in exactly 2 hours and 45 minutes. 2 hours and 45 minutes and I'll be 16. 2 hours and 45 minutes and I'll be a little closer to death and a little further from life.
A little closer to hope and a little further from pain.
Do you like birthdays? (They're terrible because they're wonderful.)
There's a caterpillar that grows in your heart, grows and grows and begs to be released from the cage of its cacoon. It isn't a butterfly yet and it might not even be a caterpillar. Maybe it's a centipede that desperately needs to believe that it can become a butterfly.
The point is, it isn't ready to fly. Or crawl. Or go anywhere, really.
Do you ever feel like that caterpillar? Like your entire life has been a struggling insect-worm. That you haven't done anything with it. Like you're a wiggly thing that will always be a wiggly thing.
You get As, you draw, you sing, you write, you're invited to Yale, you make friends, you trav
L'appel du videNaked toes peek from the ledge,L'appel du vide in Free Verse More Like This
Teasing the polluted air.
I scrunch my feet and roll back,
Tittering on my heels.
Birds rest their limp heads on the rooftop's wrinkled cement,
Their paper wings crumpled beneath my feet,
Carefully crafted beaks gawking at the wind.
My body sways,
Back and forth and forth and back and forth and back
Like the seesaw I was once so fond of
Or my mother's whimpering ghost
Rocking back and forth and forth and back and forth
The screeching of badly played violin sings the scales
Do re mi fa so la ti do ti la so fa mi re do re mi .
The soundtrack sways me in its arms.
It numbs the pain, numbs the pain,
Keeps me from falling off,
From offering my skull to the skittering cars below
And burying my internal organs into the poor homeless man's feet.
The sky fades and pounds and melts and spins,
Dawn to dusk to dawn to dusk to dawn to dusk
Moisture bleeds from my lips and sinks into the clouds,
My throat crinkles like sandpaper,
I can feel my h
Paper Lungs She stood before me, her chest wide open, 'What do you think?'Paper Lungs in Short Stories More Like This
I could not help but to stare. Her heart was beating - literally in front of my eyes - between two paper lungs stained with ink. Blinking, I asked, 'Why are you showing me this?'
The girl did not answer. Reaching into her chest, she pulled out a lung, and held it out to me, 'I breathe words,' she whispered, 'This lung is the lung I exhale with. These are the words I breathe.'
Taking it, I unfolded the paper lung, and felt millions of alveoli rippling under my fingertips. But there was something wrong.
I met her eyes, 'This lung is blank!'
'I know,' she said sorrowfully, 'It is not a worthy present to give to you. I'm sorry. I've run out of words...'
Screwing up the exhaling lung, the empty lung, I tossed it over my shoulder, 'Have you anything else to give me?'
Biting her lip, her hands trailed over her remaining lung, 'I have this... but it
...But....The next day, she walked into......But.... in Short Stories More Like This
... School... Her home... The Office...
And sat down next to her...
....Classmate.... Husband.... Colleague....
Without a word.
She put her hands on her knees, and stared into her lap. Outside the weather was....
...Nice.... Horrid.... Unimportant....
She didn't care. Everything was hurting now but, for a few hours, her life had been....
....Perfect.... Unblemished.... Hers...
Tears began to well in her eyes. Scalding her cheeks, they spilled sluggishly down her face. Embarrassing. Pathetic. Unneeded.
....Classmate.... Husband.... Colleague....
Looked at her with concern and, when he spoke, his words tattooed themselves across her lungs and heart.
'Are you okay?'
Inside, her organs strained against her ribcage. The tears continued to fall as she shook her head, 'No.'
He bit his lip, and leaned forward, placing a hand on her knee, 'What's the matter?'
Turning away from him, she said, 'I had a dream last night.'
The Paper Ghost Throwing down her pen in frustration, the Author cried, 'What is it you want?!'The Paper Ghost in Short Stories More Like This
The boy standing in the doorway wrung his hands in embarrassment, 'I want a story...'
Exhaling deeply, she studied him. Her gaze ran over his soft hair and the slight iridescence of his skin. She noted the odd way that the boy appeared to shimmer like a haze of heat. His eyes were deep and brown, and his lips played the tune of a nervous smile.
'I cannot give you a story,' She said brusquely, 'I am all out of stories! Look at me! I am hollow, I am gone, I am nothing! You want a story?' The Author paused whilst he nodded, 'Then go out and live! Breathe the air, god knows, I wish I had that sort of freedom. Draw pictures, play music, live your life! Drink the nacreous waters of freedom, break out of the words that chain your mind. I am a human, like you! I need time to myself too, and I cannot always be a source of your entertainment.'
So I Wrote About It, and it's Not For YouThis isn't one for you.So I Wrote About It, and it's Not For You in Short Stories More Like This
This isn't one for me. This is a collection of clumsily sewn together sentences for everyone who isn't us. This is for anyone who has ever made a handprint on a condensation coated window. This is for the veins of this world the people who carry blood back into our hearts.
This is not for the arteries.
This is for the starlings, cart wheeling in the orange and purple paints of the dusky sky. It's for the old man reading his newspaper on the doorstep in a black and white photograph. It's for the strings struck by piano keys, it's for the ink feeding the typewriter. This is a piece for the demons in hell who give exalted angels their significance. It's for all the tears shed on hospital wards, evaporating from the pristine floor but never forgotten.
This isn't for the dreamers, this is for those afflicted by nightmares, both imaged and real.
This is for the corpses feeding poppies in the foreign fields of home. Those bodi
The Hidden Truth of Metaphors The little girl pointed to a tramp slumped in the unseen depths of the bustling high street, and tugged on her mother's raincoat, 'Mummy,' asked the girl, 'What is that man?'The Hidden Truth of Metaphors in Short Stories More Like This
Pulling her daughter along, the mother said, 'He is a metaphor for all that matters in the world, my child, he is an inspiration both to you and me. His life is harsh, and his clothes are caked in mud and mould, but still he carries on. Quivering through existence like the way a candle flame burns on the 24th of December. That man is the key to human endurance.'
This answer satisfied the girl, and she did not speak again until she saw an arguing couple, fighting upon the pavement. Once more she tugged on her mother's coat, 'Mummy, why do they fight?'
Not allowing her daughter to stand and stare, the mother walked briskly past them, 'Another metaphor, my darling. They are the cat's teeth, never happy unless snarling and spitting, never content unless crunching down up
All the Souls Who Might've Lived'You know,' She said, walking slowly to the edge of the cliff, 'Some stories don't end.'All the Souls Who Might've Lived in Short Stories More Like This
Startled, he looked up, 'Who are you?'
A small smile lifted the shy corners of the girl's lips, 'You might find out, if you listen.' Carefully, she sat down beside him. The wind knotted her coppery hair, waving it around her head like a flaming flag.
His eyebrows creased into a frown, 'I don't understand...'
'They never do,' Sighed the girl, her bare legs swinging over the edge. Her sandal clad ankles scraped the cliff's face, 'Everyone has a little something to live for, or, at least, most people do. You can tell which people need to jump and which don't. You can see it in their faces, I call them the blank ones. They feel no evil, and they feel no love. Their eyes are empty, their bodies rigid, and their mouth is nothing but a grim slash painted onto their face. For these people, the story has ended. You can't stop them from jumping... I try though.' Pausing, she rearrange
As If Nothing Could Be Stranger 'I have killed the one I love, as surely as if I'd placed a gun to her head and pulled the trigger.'As If Nothing Could Be Stranger in Short Stories More Like This
The girl passing by stopped walking, and looked back to face the speaker, 'What did you say?'
'I have hurt the one I love, I betrayed her,' The speaker sighed, before turning to sit down on a nearby bench in the Church Yard, 'But you cannot begin to understand that.'
Her eyebrows raised, 'Try me.'
She found the boy's mournful words arrogant. After all, she too had broken a fair few hearts in her time. No human being is innocent of that crime.
'Okay then,' He said, a crooked grin creeping onto his lips, 'I'll try you.'
Quickly, the boy sprung to his feet, and grabbed the girl firmly by the hands. Her soul gasped, and against her will fear gripped her stomach. Of two things she was certain. One, she had never met this person before in her life, he was a perfect stranger. Secondly, this boy this man was much stronger than she could ever hop
hazmati.hazmat in Free Verse More Like This
the courtship with
the corset of
how to become treasurei. figureheadinghow to become treasure in Free Verse More Like This
my uncovered eyes
the possibility prime
as the sea's shine
sing me the designs
of isolated isles
for I plan
with a smile
ii. the expectant sextant
made to behold
and be held
I measured the distance
between where I was
and where you dwelled
when last the stars
the current seems
have I dexterity enough
for the course I plotted?
I caught wind
to previous havens
my ears caught the tune
of the sirens in bloom
and my tongue
cursed my stasis
iv. a love of ankles
in a foreign body
my lungs must drink
lest my chords speak
just the anchor
give my skin color
and my veins leak
could there be
a more foolish gold
v. how to become treasure
that your maps
sales and servitudei. subserveniencesales and servitude in Free Verse More Like This
I adore the whip's kiss
I was born for the purpose
to every given whim.
My smile is a monument
to my self-denial
and I present it evermore
are folded paper.
and prone to waver.
Collected with clawing hands
and haste obscene.
A seeping socket
with faces agreed.
we become immune
intoxicated by the fumes.
I am a safe place.
We are more familiar
and blood money.
than you fathom,
a bottomless void
constructed by the pluck
of looming tongues.
I have your best interests
behind these pearlwhite
You will find no ink
on my gums.
betray my first
and last attempt
My currentless veins
hide my pulse
from all thumbs.
Loss of worth
from the worst.
I am all
were made to burn.
pont neufi am aloofpont neuf in Free Verse More Like This
a fleeting mote
of meat and bone
a breathing boat
on seas of stone
a speech intoned
by teetered throne
a thief atoned
in three-part harmony
a home for heaving warzones
weaving loam and levees
slowly into larceny
believed to be
the arch we need
to parse the plea
of carcinogen arsonry
indeed my creed
is fire's food
ISLNDSyou like the wayISLNDS in Free Verse More Like This
the i slants,
in a sea
in cropped crests
made to full-
in lost chests.
now a motive
and proceed greedily,
the leap's froth;
breath is only
as sweet as the
speech that breeds thought.
car bitsi.car bits in Free Verse More Like This
skipped across a crater
like a star
visions in the dark
indecision with a shade
of guarded arteries
disregard the gate
and grant the gift of listening
to the heart
and bristle lips
a list of how
the callous sisters
split the cisterns
with a kiss
under a twisted tower
distanced from the mists
the bliss of logic
flowers not enough
to stay the sway of hips
waiting for a traini. alpha arietiswaiting for a train in Free Verse More Like This
brisk with words
ii. beta andromedae
pen to paper
iii. _____ ______
the brightest constellations
are never drawn
in others' vision
iv. beta pegasi
you will always
be a secret
The LongA part,The Long in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet not together
Confidence a feather.
Told to need,
Not knowing how to start.
A hiking trip of fear.
Frozen by their shouts.
Timed in bits
Friendships born by act of wit.
Waft around another bend.
Share a dream upon a cloud.
Passed the tense,
Questioning what to be.
An Aspie AnthemWeAn Aspie Anthem in Concrete Poetry More Like This
only a little differently.
Neil Young - a tributeHe sings from the heartNeil Young - a tribute in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
right down to the bone,
Follows his muse
wherever it roams.
Truth before beauty
his only refrain,
A permanent fixture
who's never the same.
From lyrics like acid
and chords like dinosaurs,
To just plaid and placid
whispers from a far shore.
His journey a daydream
free from the world,
Sing long for the good fight, Neil
and sing one for the girl.
Slow SuicideIt was like,Slow Suicide in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
committing slow suicide
Riding high on sugar waves,
Shooting up on the carbs he craved,
Hooked on irresistible concoctions
created by chemists pushing toxins.
by sexed up goodies,
Advertised by pimps
and he the gimp.
Death a rider in his veins,
Slowly he pulled upon the reins,
Impulsive urges in control,
Now healing flesh with a chance to grow old.
Just a GameHe, tall and brave,Just a Game in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
regal in manner
She by his side,
eager for slaughter
Holy guards on the ready,
Conquest their goal,
direct and bold
Almond heads looming,
weave to and fro
We sacrificial lambs,
all in a row
look across to our shadows,
numbers soon dwindle
Armies in tatters,
thrill becomes humbled
Lost is the reason,
Gain without meaning,
When stronger is greater,
and winner takes all,
False is the purpose,
none truly prevail.
Turning Inward - Asperger Syndrome and discoveryPrologueTurning Inward - Asperger Syndrome and discovery in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Vignette One - Floating
He floated near the ceiling, up in the front right corner of the classroom. Looking down, the six year old boy could see the top of his teacher's head and the faces of his classmates. Further down the row closest to the door he saw himself watching and listening to the teacher. The boy felt like Superman since he could now fly.
He would often imagine leaving his body during times of increased stress, caused in part by the teacher herself. She wasn't exactly a mean woman, but had a harsh manner that frightened him. At home in the mornings he would sometimes become nauseous from the dread at the thought of going to school. This was made worse by the apprehension he felt with the anticipation of trying to interact with his classmates. He would continue to have a knot in his stomach every morning before school for the next twelve years.
Vignette Two - Focus
The monster was attacking him again. Its hairy paws came out of the igloo through holes on either sid
hurt the mostI am trying to decide what hurts the most,hurt the most in Free Verse More Like This
surpressing myself or dancing with the ghost
of my former happiness. Too many nights spent
wondering where this road is leading,
finding myself doing nothing but speeding down
the curves of my youth. The rear view mirror is clouded
with mistakes and regret, then I look forward and
see you step into the road, blocking my passion
and hindering my soul from its true path.
Still I'm wondering what hurts the most,
lying to my heart or following this road
with a numb sense of hope. I have tried to let
go of our many differences, demanding myself to
pretend that I can change you, but alas! I accept
that I can not. I have forgot to be true to myself
and let the belt of conformity fall to the ground.
I have forgotten how to be easy and real, how
to fully feel how I feel, how to discern scarps
from the rest of the meal of life.
I can not indulge this make believe game
that you and I are truly the same, when it has
been proven time and again that I am wh
Before MeWhat's more beautiful?Before Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The over radiant glow of your
skin or your dressed down soul?
The way I pant and sweat in desire,
the way you ignite my body with erotic fire?
Am I lost in your eyes again or are we
going together in sin to that place
I love? Did you know you were more
than eternity, more than enough to
I can't bear such an explosive entity
before me. Yet here you are.
In the sand againSit with me in the sand one more time, sitIn the sand again in Free Verse More Like This
with me and help me dig, in the dark,
after I spent hours in the freezing water
that was heated only after I cried for our
last embrace. Only then did the water churn
and whisper sweet nothings to me, after I remembered,
suddenly, just how our first time was, just how we managed
to surrendor unto each other even though
the odds were against us for a long time
before we even realized it. And now here I sit
in the sand with sweet colored sun rays
kissing your perfect skin, tiny particles of hope
tickling your toes, sweet pomegranet flowing
in the air from my redened hair. Remember, remember
the first time we dug in the sand and hold onto
that now, in times of trial and seperation, in times
of lonliness and sorrow, in times of rememberance
and smiles, remember these things and know that
I love you far more than she ever has.
There Was This Girl...... and she was alone, in the quiet of the womb. She waited anxiously for the great happening to pass so she could finally see love. It burned inside her. There was this girl that thought so frequently of love that she convinced herself that that was actually what she had been created from. Love.There Was This Girl... in Free Verse More Like This
There was this girl that made it through the great happening, saw love for the first time. So she thought. As suddenly as it appeared, it had withdrawn from her. There was this girl that wondered why the great happening had to be so painful. Where did love go?!? She felt it withdrawing from her, leaving her trembling, naked, screaming. There was this girl that saw lights and faces and heard sounds and felt cold, wet, felt shivers for the first time. She could smell the heat of the moment, the sweat pouring from her body and from the Ones body as well. But through it all, she could not feel it, she could not find love. There was this girl that had been born into the absence of love.
There was t
Killing MemoriesI run distilled water into my fingers and through my hairKilling Memories in Other More Like This
to wash away the years of metallic memories there, things I've
tried to grow cold to but it seems I'm only sold to as an
anchor to the floor, as a lock unto a door that could rid me
of him. Why must now I commit a sin and think of the man
I so despise, who brings blood-soaked fire clouds to my
eyes and a dozen lonely tears? The years I've lost are all I have
of you now Jake, a possession I can never touch, but it gives
me such a rush to think I could push you down the stairs
and into the angry glare of the fire that kisses your pages out
of my book. I look only to you now as a reminder of what will
never be again, and I as I rewrite, replacing you with him, the pages
nearly glow in anticipation of the next stroke. Never were my
words so personal, names to go with the games my failing mind
plays now. Solitaire in the lost and found and I battle my cancer
alone. I don't condone the fear that grows, I only long to know t
SpeakThe times are as dependent and derived asSpeak in Free Verse More Like This
they were yesterday. I step down from the ladder
atop my stage and walk to the audience, to
kneel and repent, and set my eyes upon you.
I hand you the microphone and ask you not
to condone what I do here, just swallow your
fear and for once open your everlasting mouth.
Do not doubt what you feel, do not question what's
real, do not ask for a deal or a bargain. Just begin.
I take my seat, resting my aching defeat, and waiting,
desiring nothing more than to hear what you
are saying when you think I am not listening.
The sweat on your palms is glistening but I am still
looking, breathing, waiting, because it is your turn.
You try to learn the lay of the stage, you try to find
a way to make it play in your benefit. But I will sleep
here if I must until you finish it, the song that you have
been writing from the moment we met. The dogs have been
fed, the plants are wet, the anger is dead. It is just
you and me, at a quarter to three. I wi
My ResumeGood reading comprehension,My Resume in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
adequate typing skills,
adept at mental math and making
statistical graphs from lists of information.
Experience with computer programming,
thorough proofreading abilities complemented
by an inclination toward triple-checking.
I can develop fictional hierarchies
to understand the social politics surrounding
and talk for hours about nothing,
rattle off facts about Isherwood, Turing, Nilsen.
Boredom doesn’t affect me,
I read the labels on everything,
pull the clutter out of my closet just
to put it all back in a less ergonomic order.
Three days is the longest I’ve been silent,
I can smile at anyone
without a genuine drop of affability,
and pace my apartment for minutes or days or hours.
Caffeine and nicotine and THC
are the only drugs I’ve recently ingested,
my hands are steady,
I can pick false dichotomies out of advertisements.
My patience for useless tasks is endless,
I can stand on my head,
almost suck my own cock,
Autumn in RetrospectI became a truant in fourth grade; that may seem young, but no one was keeping an eye on me, my 'teacher' was a rotating face, and I didn't think education was all that important, especially the one I was getting. Multiplication and division hadn't been taught, the recently rebound social studies books ended at President Reagan, and while I could read and even liked to read, I didn't learn anything at school I couldn't learn at the library. The librarians were nicer than the subs, anyway, and the real teacher was on an extended pregnancy leave that she wasn't keen to come off of. I'm not sure, but I think she quit the next year.Autumn in Retrospect in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Papi went to work before the sun was in the sky, and Mami was seeing her girlfriend when he was away. After giving us each a slice of bread, she would kiss me, my sister, and my brother and say she was going to visit a friend. We all knew, even Raymond who was only five, that she came home with a brighter smile than a nice lunch warranted. I was the oldest, so
blasphemyin a Heaven no grander than a forest, He sat upon a throne weaved of ivy and wild roses; it was there He first touched the Universe, and it was there He came to find the thriving rock He named earth. absent lives were flitting about in oceans deep and dark, and He sought to make company, entertainment, using His vast power to manipulate these beings' path. they grew until they resembled His intention, but before the first man thought of the savannah's cruelty or had any thought besides instinct, angels were birthed of the Lord's passing thoughtsblasphemy in Free Verse More Like This
He would breathe and exhale
lights that cuddled like sweet birds,
tucked close for warmth in a simple
nest draped with their brothers' down
feathers and cotton brought up from earth;
amongst the soft glow of each new ideal
came a pop like an ember cracking this one
was weakly lit and stuttered its first words
in a hoarse chirp (humanity, love) before it came
to still with its slumbering companions.
in the evening, the lights
Sapiosexual"What's cheese like? When you melt it?"Sapiosexual in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
William looked back at Tracy. He was smoking a menthol cigarette, tucked between his green sheets, the comforter tossed to the floor in a damp pile, accompanied by Tracy's clothes. He watched William pull on his jeans and button his shirt, surely delighting in his drawn brow and pursed lips. Tracy aimed to confuse, or at least that was how it seemed. "What?"
"Cheese. When you melt it. What's it like? Creamy or oily?"
"Oily, I guess." William grabbed his keys off the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed. It was after midnight, and he wasn't eager to go home to an empty apartment, but he didn't want to overstay his welcome. Tracy was a nice guy but most guys were nice after they fucked someone. "Why?"
"What do green beans look like?"
"Seriously? Uh, like... little green rectangles I guess. Soggy." He tipped his head back when Tracy dragged his fingers through his curls, nestling in the thickness of them, scratching at his scalp. "Mmm... can I
kaiser coldhelmit's too cold here. every day the celsius nips at my skin,kaiser coldhelm in Free Verse More Like This
paints it blue as a negative digit, reduces "movement" to nil
there is a constant snow on my shoulders
that evicts the warmth in my ears,
sets nearby follicles in straight salute
like spiked german helmets
in the "great" war between a sunlight massage
and my frosty breath
beta physicsi.beta physics in Free Verse More Like This
the rain wrapped impatience around your roof,
bored through the wood like a thousand million termites
(or one you-sized termite, blind, breathless)
and seeped from the cold clockwork like battery acid.
you lived in a widow's closet -
a house swarmed with antiques
that collapsed in their own gravity
and combusted -
and then you lived in widow's charcoal.
"galaxies are either lovers or termites," she mused.
(earlier, her fingernails bored into my back
Hubble's thousand million stars, all drops of acid
branding my spine.)
"they are drawn to each other for years
and in an instant, once together,
eat themselves alive."
responsible adulterershe screams like a static alarm clock,responsible adulterer in Free Verse More Like This
her thoughts awash with white noise
and her good luck caked
with a fingerprint of birdshit.
(but i am tuned out, unplugged,
by the window, hoping to hear a jingle
catch on her cracking voice.)
thought minerals"My wife grew up in a mining family," he said this morningthought minerals in Free Verse More Like This
after a sunrise's worth of silent thinking. "Solitary,
no hobbies: no dancing, no singing, no drawing - she drew
her bounds around herself
from the store room with the barred windows,
the wine cellar where nobody goes
to the terrace, dirty marble juxtaposed
with shiny gifts from the old widows
next door, all pristine."
his lips sink, seal again
and allow a sunrise of silence
even then(exhausted by shame)even theneven then(exhausted by shame) in Free Verse More Like This
(exhausted by shame)
i felt the pull
(the undeniable grasp)
of my other self
following the rain through
narrow prison windows
to fill the ravine of my mind
with the color of your skin
lead my blood to my hands
(lead your name to my lips)
"if i am a criminal
(as all who live are)
remove my reflection
stain my skin grey as time
do all within the reach of justice
(lifeless words carved on stone)
to tear away my tongue
and murder my protestations
on the concrete floor
i still bleed red"
and behind the exhaustion of my eyes
my greener self
(beyond the mysterious, infinite
i mistook the redness of our bloodi mistook the redness of our bloodi mistook the redness of our blood in Free Verse More Like This
it was only autumn
slowly strangling summer
epitaphin the endepitaph in Free Verse More Like This
when i'm almost gone
and all i've left
is a red lamp
and a ragged song
to pave my way
into the thunderstorm
let every raindrop murmur
i loved you and lost
nothing but emptiness
and the company