LifelessWe hang off the edges of life;Lifeless in Free Verse More Like This
We search for a salvation,
a place where we are accepted,
not trash to be annihilated,
not to be cast into darkness,
never to be abandoned by our light;
For every darkness there is a light,
for every light is sorrow and loss
and hope and death;
Lifeless we are made by the world,
invisible are our scars,
the unseen marks of their hatred...
Lifeless we are made by the pain,
homeless we are in our souls;
Let it slip away as we dream about our days
in careless agony and truth
Crystal ClearDon't you think by now I should know how much you hate me?Crystal Clear in Free Verse More Like This
Don't you realize that you're not the only one?
They can't stand me,
they all hate me;
It's as clear as the crystals around your wrists,
your hatred is as dark as bloodstone
my sorrow is like aquamarine
nay, it is like the dark blue of the night sky;
It's all I know how to feel,
this hate and anger,
this sorrow and misery;
Don't you know I'm an unloved soul,
a shadow on the wall?
Don't you get the facts?
I'm hated by you all!
No one cares about me,
no one wants me around;
I've been despised my whole life
Can't you tell?
Can't you see your own hatred
through those glamorous jewels,
or are the crystals you wear
just as dark as you?
ResilienceYou cry yourself to sleep at night thinking that no one will ever noticeResilience in Free Verse More Like This
You wish you were more than this broken child,
this broken person inside
when yet you’ve overcome so much pain inside;
There’s no running away from a broken childhood
no matter how adult you have been made and become;
I too am broken,
so shattered inside
My resilience has gotten me so far in this life
I grew up with a flaming beast of a mother
whose actions shall forever leave me scarred;
I grew up in a world with a bunch of thrown stones
from children whose wish was my very death;
My family stood by and made the pain worse,
but my resilience comes from the inside not out;
My screams were silent for many years and I had no one to talk to,
You say you cry yourself to sleep at night?
I did that too;
I cried every night from when hell started all the way to seventh grade
and nobody ever noticed;
I broke up fights on a daily basis
and I brought home the scars to prove it
but even that wasn
Monster Am IA monster am IMonster Am I in Free Verse More Like This
born to be,
a thing that cries
but never screams;
A monster am I
as seen beneath,
a thing that dies
but never sleeps;
A monster am I
a beast they see,
a thing that howls
but never speaks;
A monster am I
made it seems,
a thing they despise
Fifty LikesHave you ever thought that we like use the word too muchFifty Likes in Free Verse More Like This
We should like tone it down just a bit
We use it like fifty thousand times a day
And like maybe even more
It's like so annoying
That we say "like" so often
It's like we don't know what else to say
Like when will people stop using it the wrong way
We need to like stop replacing words with it
If I haven't like made my point yet
Then like keep reading
'Cause this is like insane
Just how much longer are we going to like keep this up
So many people are like driven crazy by it
So like do the world a favor
And like stop using it so much
It's like a worldwide necessity
To use it in like every sentence we say
Do we really have to like say it all the time
As annoying as this probably is
This is like a really annoying lesson to like teach people about how we use it
I just want to say that it's like ridiculous by now
My point is like so long
But it's like so necessary to point it out
It's irresistible to like make my point
Because the Blue Fairy Said So(Addendum from Sleep Deprived Brain: Clare calls it mourning sickness. As in 'Mourning for my Single, Carefree Life' sickness.)Because the Blue Fairy Said So in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I would make a terrible mother anyway."
"I don't think you're in the right place right now to make those kind of judgmental indecisions about yourself."
"I would, though."
"Your word still doesn't make it true."
"Last I heard children are usually raised in clean, pretty houses with a white picket fence outside and a daily routine that is organised from the word 'Go'."
"What have you been listening to? The Stepford Radio Specials Circa 1951?"
"Firstly, there is no such thing. Secondly, I couldn't be bothered to cook, I think a clean house is life being wasted, I procrastinate like its a job to do just that and I am a firm advocate of the fact that all fairytales are based on some form of evidence that we just haven't discovered yet."
"Can I just say that if I was your brain, I would be so exhausted that I would want to give myself a lobotomy?"
The Past, The FutureDo you remember when you were little and your best friend told you she didn't want to be friends anymore? It hurts like something was nesting on your heart and had clawed its way into your soul. There is an childish elegance to the sadness that you assumed only existed for grown ups when they talk about grown up things. In the glorious contant of humanity, the existence of her will corrode and become a faded memory that you will only remember when you hurt again.The Past, The Future in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And then you will lose your dog, your best friend, your confidant. It will happen suddenly and you will be left with nothing but the hole in your heart of a lost companion who you assumed would be around forever. You will learn at that moment that nothing true or pure lasts forever. A part of your innocence will die as you cradle your companion for the last time. If only you had goldfish and parents who lied to you about him instead.
You will think the worst is over, playgrounds will become a little less magical, danger will b
In ThreesI was armed with half a deck of emotions, two thirds of a heart and eyes of a broken mirror that offered no protection to my soul. I wanted to talk about it often and whenever I needed to, the words would tangle in my mouth, come out as a compliment of a shirt, an idea that had no relevance, a conversation about the weather. I was eighteen. I wanted to be stronger, brilliant, bright like a comet in the sky. Instead, I learnt about how beds could be the most loathed places in the world, bathrooms were meant to be soaked in blood...and men with eyes like knives sometimes used them against people they loved.In Threes in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was armed with shards of strength, a misplaced sense of determination and the kind of bravery that only the damned can have. Words haunt, especially when all you have to your name is a broken little mind, a need for validation and an honest fear of losing someone you love. I was twenty. I wanted to make sure that the world around me realised I existed, I wanted to shine for my sake,
ApplesSweet and sensual,Apples in Free Verse More Like This
The feel of your fingers on my skin.
Slow and longing,
The trail of your hands on my curves.
Languid and helpless,
The pulsing of my veins under your masterful strokes.
My love for you is like my love for apples.
Juicy, crunchy, delicious...
And as dark as a sinner's heart.