snow melting in midair.there are no words left in her system.snow melting in midair. in Short Stories More Like This
she's beyond alone, and shivering cold. lying curled up naked next to her toilet she begs her unreliable god to let her sleep. she has vomit through her hair and she smells of cheap wine and stale cigarettes.
she feels violated and disgusting, and won't stop telling herself she's a failure.
[but gorgeous, dark haired honey, look at you,
he cries in the shower so no one will hear him. all he can feel is hot mist filling his lungs and cold air falling over his skin from the open door. he lets the water drip down and over his open lips, as he reminds himself how horrible he is.
he falls to his knees and then to his side and the numbness kicks in, the terrible aching pain but the inability to cry, to eat, to sleep.
he tells himself he loves her. he loves her. he loves her.
[but pale boy, what do you know
the roof is spinning and the she tells herself the more she takes the faster she'll fall asleep. they're small - easy to swall
100They say teaching other is the best way to learn.100 in Short Stories More Like This
When you read the words that my minds sings through it's own rubble, through the dust and through the thick smoky clouds, through the darkest of shadows and through the stormy seas, I want to inspire in you a sense of happiness and of familiarity that will make you smile. I cannot be the root of anyone else's pain, of any more tears. I want to teach you, through something as simple as plain sentences, to wear your cuts, your bruises with pride.
I want to teach you that even if you cannot see the horizon in the dark, it is always there, and you can hold you head high towards it through anything, because the day always comes. I want to tell you that no matter how many people cut through the skin of your heart - whether yours is leather or tissue paper - and made you bleed, that there will always be people who will heal your scars and rid you of your aches.
I want to be able to paint your eyes over with the happiness of a thousa
becauseeleven;because in General Non-Fiction More Like This
remember that night, we were out far too late for our age, and the police drove up. we thought we were so tough until then. our bones shook and rattled beneath our skin and we were fragile little twelve year olds again when they shone their light on us. go home, they told us.
sometimes, i wish i never met you.
sometimes, i wish i still fell asleep in your lounge room
you have golden hair, and you remind me of something that should be hidden away, inside a childrens story book. you remind me of those television shows about princesses. you remind me of poems about girls with skinny fingers and straight teeth.
your eyes are yellow, and in the sun they glow like nothing i've ever seen before.
sometimes i tell myself that you're beautiful for a reason. as if you deserve it, or something.
but sometimes i think i'm just jealous.
seven years ago we were caaloused palms and splintered knees; falling from the monkey bars was our bigges
beginningYou know those things in life, that you just can't explain -beginning in Free Verse More Like This
those feelings that there aren't words for,
that make you want to scream and cry and laugh all at the same time,
and when things are so beautiful it hurts?
When you begin to imagine how big the earth underneath you really is,
and those moments you realize that despite that,
it's still the smallest things in life that mean the most.
Those moments when you begin to begin to appreciate
that there are so many beautiful things in this world
that you will never see -
because it makes you appreciate the ones you do see,
that little bit more.
You know those moments in life, when you first understand
how special all the things you have actually are
and when you finally start to believe that love
really does exist?
Happiness isn't a price tag,
or the number of wrinkles on your forehead
and it's not the amount of times you've seen a shooting star
or places you've left your footprints -
happiness is the way you cherish these moments
when spring comes - three.oh his heart is heavy. heavy with the weight of burdens left behind by others, and heavier with the rain he collects behind his teeth as winter approaches faster and faster. i used to like it - the way we'd stand hand in hand and bare foot in the wet grass, tipsy but happy enough to not need to be drunk, and open our mouths to catch the rain that falls heavy from above us. but i'm wet to my core and my muscles are tensed and cold now, i need to relax but even the air in this house is heavy and still around me.when spring comes - three. in Short Stories More Like This
he doesn't do much, really. he talks in a stream to me, without pausing as he tears loose threads from the carpet in his loungeroom and i listen, but he's started telling me stoties he's already told me before. he tells me he'd end the world right now if he could. if only, if only, if only. it's always if only he could. he'd buy me a better house if only he could. he'd get a better job if only he could. he'd get married to me if only he could. i still don't understand why he can'
the opposite of music.she wakes up on a hotel bed and looks oh so defeated.the opposite of music. in Free Verse More Like This
she can't remeber anything but kissing herself to sleep.
'please can someone remind me what sorry means'
she eats cold vegetables for dinner and drinks cold tea for breakfast.
but she knows it'll be okay one day, because things never stay the same
don't cry, don't scream.
just a precious little life, she is.
just a precious little life whose hanging on with everything she's got.
she remembers the first time she told him she loved him when she didn't, nd it eats away at her heart and she wishes she wasn't so cowardly.
she dances alone to the opposite of music as she remembers what it was like to lie.
to really lie.
i will be a birdit is the day before christmas and she's waking up her car. the windows are frosted over and the car seat is freezing beneath her. she sits up and opens the door. outside it is windy and she feels goodebumps run up her spine. her fingernails are digging into the cold skin on her bare legs and she's on the verge of tears. she doesn't cry though. she never, ever cries.i will be a bird in Short Stories More Like This
it is three days after chrismas and she's laying in her back yard on patches of dead grass, shaking. she's shrouded in coats and blankets but its raining and once the water seeps through the cotton it clings to her skin. she's drinking champage mixed with rain water from a paper cup and she's imagining that this is how she'd like to die. cold and lonely, waiting for the morning sun.
its the last night before the new year and she's not watching television. she's sitting in front of it though, and letting the noise wash over her. it's almost like white noise. she's somewhere else though, she's imagining that her family a
a novel and a half for youyou know ellie, there's a oscar wilde quote i've always loved.a novel and a half for you in Letters More Like This
' to live is the rarest thing in the world -
most people merely exist, that is all'
i know you think i don't remember asking you to walk with me, four years ago on that camp - but i do. i remember the first day of school, sitting in the buzzing classroom full of pre-teens dressed in school uniforms all one size too big. i remember, i was sitting across the classroom from you, and you were one of the only one's not talking, not screaming. you sat there, immersed in your own silence, smiling now and then.
i used to love the idea of who i thought you were -
the quiet achiever, the one with the incomprehensible vocabulary and all the answers.
over the past few years, i have seen you cry, watched you laugh, learnt from you, taught you things - i have grown up with you.
i have watched you change, and to me, it has been one of the most beautiful things i've ever witnessed in my life. and i don't mean beautiful in the
wrong bedsyou fall to the ground, sand between your fingers,wrong beds in Free Verse More Like This
grass tickling the tips of your toes
and you scream
noise is all there is -
emotion drained from your system through way of your lungs
and then, there is nothing left
muscles relax, head sinking into the ground,
falling slightly to the left
broken twigs litter the ground beside you
still clinging onto their leaves -
bright green in the cloud-dulled moonlight
you realise you love them more than anything else in this world
because you know that sometimes,
the broken things need the most love
you burn the book you write in
smoke fills your nostils, stings your eyes
and you realise that the ashes swept by the wind
carry the only emotion you've ever felt
you let them scatter
because you know that you need to destory everything
in order to have nothing
and be happy with it
all the starshello, my name is rachel and i'm lost.all the stars in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i'm fighting for a lost cause, for what i don't understand, striving for a success that leads nowhere, pushing through each day only for the nights when i remember how to breathe. i'm struggling to sleep, but dying to escape. i create universes in my head in which everything is okay, and i am not afraid and my hands don't shake and other people are the ones with problems -
but i'm slowly realising that everyone has problems.
i bleed words that mean nothing, and spill colours when there are no words. i have a thousand reasons to be happy, but don't understand one of them. i have a thousand people to trust, but hurt all of them. i drink when i'm alone because blocking out reality seems easier than accepting it. i am always the strong one - a fiery ball of passion, filled with every form of fear, doubt and regret in the world. i am the one everyone leans on, i am the strong shouldered, head high, don't give a fuck girl - and i am everythin
hold your breathjust shut your eyes and turn overhold your breath in Free Verse More Like This
just shut your mouth and pose right
just clench your fists and don't think
the thoughts are like acid tonight
bite your lip little girl, you're alright
bite your lip little girl, you'll survive
implodethis bone marrow i'm digging out and choking down, it's not just a way to throw up. it's not just a cry for help. it's not just because i can't bare that i don't even remember what i had for lunch today. it's not a lot of things. what it is is a way to stop myself from smashing my head against the wall. to make things just a little more bearable, to make it just a little easier to trudge through the honey haze and concentrate.implode in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
this skin i'm cutting off, it's not just a way to tell myself that other people feel this too. it's not just a reminder of how i really feel. it's not just something to do to give me something to think about. it's not just something i do to feel pain. it's a study of how cowardly i really am, of how much i actually care for my own safety. it's a way to take myself down a notch, because really, i'm just a self-centered bitch that likes the color red.
please say somethingI could be alone, if I wanted.please say something in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I could be.
If the fever won't die, then I will.
If the fever won't die,
There are seas of salty tears in my bathtub.
There are seas of salty tears.
Fast-forward slow-motion, your feet, my eyes.
In the future we're cured of dependency.
In the future we're cured.
I'm sorry we can't look at each other.
I'm sorry we can't look,
My waist is getting thinner.
You said you were hollow, let me fill you with this.
You said you were hollow,
There's a stain on the floor of our living room.
There's a stain.
I think our blood must be two different colors.
I think our blood,
My lips have never felt chapstick.
My lips have never felt.
Honey please, you know I love you.
thoughts at 2:16on these nights when my brain won't let me fall asleep,thoughts at 2:16 in Free Verse More Like This
i think about you,
and i think about him
and i think about me
and i think about them.
and i wonder and hope
with all my power and love,
that one day, far away
i'll be the one
being thought of.
daydreamshe's sitting in a chair across the room; he's sitting in a chair next to me. but he's not close enough for me to hear him breathing. i want to hear him breathing. i want to see his eyes get wide.daydreams in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i say let's start a fucking revolution, let's get the hell out of here, let's do something.
and that's all he needs. we're out the door now. the world is unfolding itself before us, making a path for us. everything is out of the way. the only thing between me and him is air, and he pushes it aside with his mouth when he says
what are you staring at?
unrequitedwhere were you when i was drinking kerosene, and staring at the matches?unrequited in Free Verse More Like This
where were you when i was cutting open my couch to make a place to hide, a place to
you're so hard to look at
you're like a ten ton weight in the pit of my stomach.
you make me
because i know i'll never be good enough for you
the floorthe grainthe floor in Free Verse More Like This
in the wood
is a story,
our toes play
from spilled drinks
in our walks
is the heartbeat
of our home
than what we keep
do not back updo not back updo not back up in Free Verse More Like This
do not slow down
i like the feel of your peeling fingers
i've always wanted to drown
this body is a cagemythis body is a cage in Free Verse More Like This
you have no idea how many times i've tried to break my spine, but it's so hard to reach around and pull it out. it never stops aching; the pulsing pain is omnipresent and it makes every single nerve in my body feel as if it's been tied in knots.
my nails have bits of your heart under them. in between my teeth is the lining of your mouth. i absorb you through osmosis, and you become that itch i can never scratch.
i am just another girl among millions, thrown out into rusty garbage cans and carried away to a landfill to commiserate with dust. our hands become so dirty no amount of soap can clean them. our souls become so tainted that not even god can save them.
Never what they seemThings are never what they seemNever what they seem in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Look in the mirror see the dream
A brilliant smile and a happy face
Hides despair and a cold embrace
The reflection of a mourners cowl
As the eyes cry, letting out a silent howl
Hidden threats the skies alight
Nothing wrong and nothing right
Change the outcome of what you see?
No, he turns away from me
Outside insideDon't save me,Outside inside in Free Verse More Like This
Rescue me from myself,
I beg with my eyes
Don't touch me,
I pull away
Hold me close,
The love you expressYour heart beats so close to mineThe love you express in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I close my eyes I lose track of time
The soft surrender of your tender embrace
The simple beauty of your sweet face
You're so beautiful
Those eyes look into me
I'm afraid of what they'll see
I quickly turn away
You bid my eyes to stay
My heart beats more swiftly with your touch
I sometimes fear it might be too much
Simple the way you reach, my broken mind
Your touch so soft, so tender, so kind
If I could give it all away
If I could in this moment stay
I would do whatever I could
You know, that I would
To the Left BehindTo the one left behind,To the Left Behind in Free Verse More Like This
There were days when I thought that I couldn't live without you. Where I thought that everything I ever believed in was a lie. I thought that being around you was important and that our friendship was stronger than the very mountains we once stood on. However, as time has passed, I've come to realize these things are not important nor are they true. I never needed you.
The realization that you were nothing more than a figment of my imagination wasn't there at first, but the longer I thought on it, the more I dissected who I thought you were vs what you actually showed. I was baffled at my own actions and found myself trying to find out why I let you get so close to me. You were nothing like what you claimed and had proved it far too many times. Then the answer came to me in a flash. You reminded me of someone else, someone who was worth all the time and effort I had poured into you.
Strange how synchronicity works, the moment that I had the realizatio
Scrape it awayScrape away the dead skinScrape it away in Free Verse More Like This
I am nothing more then a fragment
Peel back the scars
And you will find the bitterness
Tear back the masks
And you will see
Me, staring into the mirror
of Feckless lies and pain
Rebuild the scene and you find
For I truly am better than that
I am me.
The Broken Patterns in my headI have broken patterns in my headThe Broken Patterns in my head in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fighting between living and wanting to be dead
I win the fight every single day
No matter what, I choose to stay
The burning pain that sears inside
The emotions that I try to hide
I wear a mask to keep it all away
Keep the horded masses at bay
Faking the the smile I hide the pain
Close my eyes and wish for rain
Standing up straight, I am strong
Refusing to cower, fighting against what's wrong
Wish that I could break free
Find a new way to be..
I talk of renewal and change so much
But I've only ever felt the softest touch
The circles I follow, they come back around
The same arguments, the same things I'm bound..
So when I say that I long to be free..
Perhaps what I mean is, I don't want to be me..
I do what I have to, I try to survive
The pain lets me know I'm still alive
So when the bitterness piles into a wave
I drown myself, I no longer wish to be saved...
But someone always comes along
And once again I have to be strong
The rock, I hide so many crac
This journey of the wiseThis journey beganThis journey of the wise in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Step by single step
watching the skies
for secrets stowed
This journey I take
back to my origins
finding who I am
beneath what I know
This journey must be
done the right way
letting go of the old
seeing things with new eyes
This journey is the only
way to return to the old
ways and find my way back
to the path of the wise
A new StarBarbed wire I wrapped around my soulA new Star in Free Verse More Like This
I let the depths of despair swallow me whole
As these torrid emotions took their toll
When I woke up to see your eyes so pained
I wanted to break you free from them
But there was nothing in me that could free you
I do what I can but it never seems enough
To reach into that soul and hold you up
Those eyes haunt me at every turn
Burning from the depths with something
I can't even begin to fathom
Sometimes I wonder what it is
that pulls me in so many directions
away from the path I made for myself
I chase daydreams of peace with
nightmares of contempt
Waves of distraction rip away the stars
As the moon falls into it's dulcet pattern
of Fair well and Good marrow
The trips that were taken behind
closed and broken doors
Left me far too distracted to be
Anymore then a small crack in a window
As the codes play down into the daydream
and the words spiral outbound into the ether
I often wonder if there is more to life
then this twisted hall of mirrors I see
You're safeIt's a private war I fightYou're safe in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Learning what's really right
Those eyes make their mark
Tear my psyche apart
As I try to figure out who you are
You're watching shooting stars
The stress should kill me
But I've been here see
Circles come round and round
To the past I seem bound
No matter what I find
I distrust it with my mind
So I walk away from it all
build up a bigger wall
Past or present I am steel
No need to ever feel
Locked up and kept apart
No one will ever reach my heart
So you will remain safe
Just have a little faith
Acceptance of the unacceptableConfusion warps through my mindAcceptance of the unacceptable in Free Verse More Like This
As I think about what happened
Sparks of memory between the nightmare
Leave me resting in a place of
It's just a simple question
A question that fills my soul
A question I can't even bring myself to speak
I can't broach the topic because it leaves me weak
to the simple rules
The boundaries that should never..
Never be crossed?
Breaking the rules
perhaps that's what this was
A way of rebellion in a world of disillusionment
Perhaps it was done to break the cycle of fear
that held me in it's insane grasp
something to keep me stable
and let me know I was alive?
wasn't there another way?
Did you think I didn't know?
I didn't feel?
I feel used..
As the memories slowly percolate through my mind
the memories, half asleep, half awake
drifting between this world and the world of dreams
but sometimes I was alert..
some things I remember clearly..
some of those things haunt me with confusion
DiwaliDiwali in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
festival of light
a time for peace, hope and joy
this is half-hearted living.i know i'm going to have to say goodbye soon. and i can't stand it. i won't even think of it outside the confines of this sentence and the sinking feeling I get anytime i'm driving too fast just to get away from this place. these four walls have left me feeling more alone than i ever expected. mostly because this house feels empty. even when everyone is here and even when i can't think because of all the yelling pulsating down the hallways, it's unspeakably hollow. i know it's because this place isn't home anymore. since home is a person and i lost that. i'm not where i'm supposed to be. i'm not with who i'm supposed to be. and i'm not who i'm supposed to be.this is half-hearted living. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
but most of all, i don't know where i belong.
sometimes, when it's late and i can't sleep, i replay the things i miss the most behind my closed eyelids. everything is about you or someone else who is just as gone. these are the things i do to myself when i'm too tired to fight anymore. too tired to even move. too tired to not thin
because love is a lesson in trial and errorI wish I had the words to tell you what I mean. I used to store sentences between my breaths – things that I couldn’t say at the moment, but wanted to remember. Now I can barely string together enough nouns and verbs to make you understand exactly what you mean to me. And I’m afraid.because love is a lesson in trial and error in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I’m afraid that if I can’t get it together fast enough I’ll lose you. It’s like you're water slipping through my fingers and I’m not quick enough to chase you through the currents. I know enough to know that you’re wild and free in a way that I’ll never be and maybe I’m jealous of that. Or maybe I’m scared. Maybe I know that if I was somehow better or different that I’d have you in a way that no one else has even gotten you, and some days, I think I’ve made it. Some days, I’m sure that I don’t have to be afraid anymore, but then it’s three in the morning and I’m tossing and turning from the waves you
i'm telling myself not to get my hopes up.It's been a long time since I felt like this.i'm telling myself not to get my hopes up. in Free Verse More Like This
It's all small kicks of my heartbeat
and subtle smiles when no one's looking.
I'm checking my phone messages
more times than any girl should,
but you're not letting me down.
You remind me of a time when things were easy
before I memorized what sadness felt like
and stopped feeling alive.
And for the first time, I don't feel broken
in a way that can't be fixed.
I don't feel like I was built in a way
that doesn't fit.
a chord for every discord.sometimes, i just thinka chord for every discord. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in melodies and every
sad song sounds like you.
we're all standing still.He's not coming back this time.we're all standing still. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's hard to remember that sometimes when a door shuts, it just stays closed. There's no other consequence. No other opportunity. Just one more way you can't go. One more person that you can't follow. Sometimes, you're just as stuck as you feel so it doesn't matter if the earth travels one million six hundred thousand miles through space every day. You are in the same place as yesterday so all that other movement is just superfluous. It's not bringing anyone closer together. It's not going toward any sort of destination. There is no end. No point. It's just ceaseless movement through an ever-expanding universe that only keeps getting bigger until you're simply a tiny pinpoint that feels absolutely alone. And meaningless. Unnecessary. And all of this just makes it feel overwhelmingly true.
The truth is most of the roads here only go one way.
Some days, you believe you can get out of here and live somebody else's life in some other place and with all of th
these weather patterns clash.i want to tell you that i've been sleeping less but dreaming more. i want to tell you that i've been waking up cold listening to the weather fold in and out of itself as the wind knocks on my windowpane. so while i'm wrapped up in not enough sleep, listening to my dreams and reality collide, i'm waiting for the winter to come and the snow to swallow us whole. since i'm sick of watching autumn paint the world better colors as i stay this same too-pale-shade-of-white that makes your smile seem a little less bright. and as i fall for you, i have to remember that i'm nothing like those maple leaves--i'm not that beautiful. and you're nothing like that swirling breeze--you can't catch me.these weather patterns clash. in General Fiction More Like This
i want to know what i'm supposed to do with a mess like you. it's like you're always moving too fast, and i can never remember the exact contours of your face. so while you're streaking by me in a ribbon of glittering lights and quickening breaths, i just want to know how those outlines even
there's nothing that feels quite like this.Maybe the problem is that I don't know what a love story should sound like. I haven't figured out what order I should put the words in to make it read just right. I do, however, know what it feels like, but pushing around nouns and adjectives just to make it grow is the hardest thing I'll ever do. And it's true that I've tried it before and maybe I succeeded once, but since then I've learned the way real love washes through veins, and rumbles through the shifting and settling of bones until it changes you completely in a way that is absolutely unyielding. Perfect. Simple. It's not angry, or jealous, it doesn't hurt. It isn't like before. So now words don't come so easy, since I'm not sure which ones will cheapening the moments, the feelings, you.there's nothing that feels quite like this. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And god, I could never do that to you, since the only thing I know with completely certainty is that you are the only thing that saves me. That moves me. That completes me. Without you, I'd be less than nothing. Alone. Forgotten. It's e
gravitational collapseI remember being seven years old, sitting at our scratched kitchen table and being able to see the moon through the reflective glass of the window over the sink. And I remember being terrified, because here I was sitting in same place and already the whole world had shifted and moved and rotated and spun and tilted and hurled through space at a rate so quick I could never comprehend it. To me, this was the sort of mystery you didn't try to solve.gravitational collapse in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I remember being curled up against the solid frame of your body with your right hand claimed in between both of mine. Our pale skin blending together as I traced constellations on your palms. You later told me that you thought it was because I loved the stars more than anything closer to home. But I tried to explain that an ever expanding universe scared me because I couldn't figure out where exactly it was spilling into, and how it most certainly seemed to be making a whole lot of something out of nothing, so instead I started making my own s
an exercise in giving upI don’t know what I’m doing in this place.an exercise in giving up in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My bones ache to take me away – to take me anywhere but here. But my heart remembers this place and its beat is racing, pumping blood into the far corners of my body, making my limbs too heavy to move. But I want to leave so badly, with every part of my being, but the one. My heart still belongs here…even after all these years.
I don’t remember the last time I saw your face.
But I can tell you that I still hear your voice in my dreams. In the deepest of sleeps, you’re still alive inside of me, deep within the folds of my heart, the dark spaces of my imagination. You’re alive there, even though I know nothing of where you are in reality. I know nothing of you anymore. Maybe that’s for the better. Maybe. Maybe.
I can’t recall the first time that I heard time will make it better.
But I do know that my mom repeats it to me every Saturday when I go to visit her in that old house that’s fu
i'm the worst person i know.You remind me of every mistake I was too afraid to make.i'm the worst person i know. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't know where this leaves me now. This is like standing in front of your living room window and watching all the seasons slip by in the course of a moment. Forever gone in less than a second. I don't know if you've noticed yet, but time simply makes everything seem fleeting until we've already forgotten what we promised we'd never forget. It's funny how selective our memories become. How the past clouds over until it's nearly impossible to distinguish the shapes of the feelings that were once so familiar or the outline of your smilethe sound of your voice. It all fades. Then all that's left is a vague sense of regret for every opportunity that slipped out of my grasp before I even had a good enough hold. It's foolish to believe that if you love something enough to let it go, it'll come back. It won't. Life doesn't really work that way. It's just gone. And now you need to find something new to love. To try to hold on to
False ProphetThe road killFalse Prophet in Free Verse More Like This
of your thoughts
trips you up,
and spills you out
on hot asphalt
and bright pins,
and shards of black glass,
dug deep under your nails.
you spin and weave trouble
like spiders in jars,
where legs tangle
and eyes grow beady
in the tight air
with wasted time
like a twisted clock
the black threads of your lies
with your sharp white teeth
hanging like old news
in the corner,
as withered as your heart
spat out like demon seed
in someone else's head.
LonelyHe knew all the colors of lonelyLonely in Free Verse More Like This
and its complex sound -
rain that nobody wanted
collecting in rusted buckets
and the desperate creak of stairs
moaning softly under slippers;
the half cast light
that cried under the door
and stretched its cat bones to breaking
and the blue phone
that never stopped ringing
like his aunt's tired voice;
lilacs bursting through the porch
in a litany of hope
and grey fingers
taut and wiry
running the length of curtains
as if looking for time
to bow and hang its head.
And he felt them close
over his shoulders
crooked and angry
like storms at sea
or half-bred prayers,
and let them kiss his hard cheeks
where his tears collected
and tired starlings,
and things that no one
would ever mention
RainRain in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rings and rivulets of water
Rolling down the panes and roof
Running wildly through the gutters
Resting underneath the porch
Raking wet across the shutters
Remaining still for far too long
Restless children yearn to play
FishermenFishermen in Free Verse More Like This
from tiny boats,
sampans and coracles -
red sails threading the sky
like poppies in the autumn sun.
Whales slip through waves
hunting silvered krill
and the spiny dusk
of urchins clinging to the sand.
And they wait
for lines to pull
their hands under
glistening with eel
hauling the afternoon
back to market
in hempen nets.
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on the chair -
black crescent moon.
i like how your fur glistens in the light.
in your dreams you are chasing beasts again.
TwilightTwilight in Free Verse More Like This
She wanted to live in an old villa
or a cottage by the sea
with cool slate flagstones
covered in moss
that cupped her feet
and grapevines trailing like brides
down to the water
where she would sit and paint
the red boats
and the warm slant of sun
that toyed with the long morning
and filled it with conversation.
She wanted to beckon the afternoon
and gather it in her lap
in a bentwood chair
under a trellis
that grew ivy green
like the madness
of untamed summer
where she could write memoirs,
scandals of lovers
and too many trysts
that would raise eyebrows
and she would sip Limoncello
while the bees told her stories.
And the evening would fall at her feet
just like it always did
and the China red moon
would rise from the trees
and race down the path
to greet her
and she would stretch out in a silk hammock
on her white-washed porch
where she could make up dreams
the bright embers
and the cricket drone air
that drenched the long night
cocooning her s
Trouble ChildTrouble Child in Free Verse More Like This
The car crash in your head
testimony to knife flash
point blank gun shot
ticking like a time bomb
puts a hole in mother's head
and lets her breathe.
They pull you
out of the wreckage -
slivers of brain
like a milky chrysalis
pinned to a card,
chewing the reminders of childhood
smeared across walls
in bright red paint
and toys crushed
under foot like insects -
the black tips of angel wings,
fragments of tin whistles
all collected with smiles
in a bag at the door
while you try and undo 30 years of lies
taped to your coat
with a kiss each morning,
and daddy's blessing.
and in a white room of glass I watch
the lobotomy of your past,
dissected with the surgeon's bright scalpel,
glisten its new wings.
redemption comes in a plastic bag
that you inhale
into a sharp, clear oblivion
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I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils.
A solitary path I claimed
In seeking shelter from the crowd;
And lo, when all deserted me,
I wandered lonely as a cloud
I sought the green and grassy knolls
Between the rustic barns and mills,
And spied the new winged, dappled lark
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
The silent majesty of thoughts
Was broken as I dreamed aloud.
I was wrested from my reverie
When all at once I saw a crowd
This treasure grows and rests upon
the fertile soil where river spills
I'll rest my weary bones within
A host of golden daffodils.
The StacksIt's like a deep forest in here, he whispers as he's strung along, hand entwined by the resolute talons of one small enough to crush if he got in the mood. But that day's not today. Today, they're flying past the narrow end of the library stacks, the rhythm a hypnotizing backdrop in heads already swimming with sunshine. She leads by some sort of intuition she doesn't fully understand or explain, as if the dust in the air is speaking a dead language she was fortunate enough to study on a whim one summer in grade school. So he follows, watching her hair whip around as she looks back to make sure he's still there, despite the grip on his hand.The Stacks in Short Stories More Like This
First, the books on the French Revolution, because she can't imagine a more romantic violence. The silence in the stacks is suffocating, liberating. As if every library were built from the same dirt, being here made him feel as if he were everywhere. He looks down into wild glassy eyes, a questioning tongue licking her lips, and suddenly their sunsh
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love for fear
and if a
ivy, i'll cut it
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over, then strike
the fire will
burn itself out,
but the ruins
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that memory, that one
wolf that calls
for the rest
of the pack;
you'll spend all
with them inside
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past again, those
i set them loose
inside the house
and now we have
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in my head
curl up in
the beat of
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haunt my body;
this is where
and where you'll never
get to leave
I Can't Be your Knight In Shining ArmorIf you could see me nowI Can't Be your Knight In Shining Armor in Free Verse More Like This
You would know I'm not the same
But you won't give me a chance
I know I'm not perfect
You don't have to say it twice
But my imperfection is me
I can't be your knight
That armor is too heavy for me
You will find someone else, stronger and free
That person will be free
Until you corrupt him
With this idea of perfection
To be imperfect
Is the be perfect
That's how you're yourself
And didn't you always say
Memories From YesterdayMemories from yesterdayMemories From Yesterday in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Came to haunt me today
The tears I spill tonight
I hope they will quickly end
I'm blessed with this curse
I can't forget who you are
And at times that make me hurt
For every stab I've felt
I know they're mostly from you
From yesterday all the dreams
They come to haunt me today
I need somebody someone
To hold me tonight when I realize this pain
I'm blessed with these memories
I'm bless with this hurt
For every step that I make
I know you won't be there
On my way
All this came from yesterday
And I know it sounds like dirty
But this is my life
And I hate it so much
Tomorrow Is Another DayHow can I dreamTomorrow Is Another Day in Free Verse More Like This
When I'm hurt?
How can I smile
When I'm dirt?
How can I hope
When I'm forgotten?
How can I be
When I'm nothing?
I don't know how
But there are some things
That you just have to do
If not for yourself
Then for someone close
I don't know if these words
Will impact you, or set an impression
But take this advice
From an old cutter
It gets better, even if your life has melted like butter
You're not forgotten
You're always in someone's mind
You're not dirt
Cause to someone you shine
There is still hope for you
Even if your dream is broken
I noticed that
When the girl I loved, came even closer
Don't hurt yourself today
Cause you never know
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When you're talking to my face
I don't accept it
That you treat me like shit
But this is what we have become
We have gone too far
From pride we have fallen
Let's rearrange this and build It up
I don't understand when
You're treating me like shit
I don't want to hurt you
But I'm falling for your tricks
How did we become this
How did we lose all hope
Lets rise from the ashes
Let's rearrange this and built it up
So now we have walked a thousand miles
But we haven't learned
We crossed the corners of the earth
But this just won't work
Why do we keep hoping
This has gone far enough
Let's watch this crumble
I won't even try to help
If you fall down
Don't come crawling to me
I've moved on
And now I can finally breath
Now I'm free from you
Keep On ShiningThis truth it has stabbed my heartKeep On Shining in Free Verse More Like This
Like a thousand needles slowly making their way
This love has made me fall apart
I'm broken glass, I'm the broken glass of man
The stabs gets harder every day
The needles they come closer to my heart
As I grow it tears me to pieces
I'm tattered cloth, thrown in the litter
As I try to recover and stand straight
I realize how crocked my back has been all this time
I can't walk straight
Cause my guilt and my shame, brings me down
But even thought through all this
I have still small light that shines to me every day
Cause even in my darkest days
It can still make me smile, it always wants me to live
I talk like this is all over
I talk is as I'm soon to die
But the truth is
I'm here to stay, just to watch that small light, every single day
TodayToday was supposed to be happyToday in Free Verse More Like This
Today was supposed to be good
I did this myself, I brought myself down
Today I was supposed to be outgoing
Today I was supposed to laugh
Why didn’t I call, they wouldn’t say no
Today I was supposed to dream
Today I was supposed to be me
Used this mask of mine, once more
Today was supposed to be the reason
Today was supposed to be the feeling
Why didn’t I tell her, how much I love her
Today was supposed to be happy
Today was supposed to be good
I ruined today myself, I locked myself inside
And told myself, that it would be a good day
Open My DoorsKeep me on my feetOpen My Doors in Free Verse More Like This
For my strength is not enough
Hold me while I sleep
Cause I'm afraid, that I won't wake up
Kiss me on my cheek
For I need to know what it feels like
Help me build my dreams
Cause those I made alone, they died and fell apart
Make me lose my mind
I want to be lost in you
Help me go insane
For if I'm crazy with you, nothing else will matter
Light a candle for me
I'm afraid to touch the flame
Open up my doors
For in the end, it was I who locked them
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A Bleeding Rose Slowly Healing
I’m going to tell you a secret
The biggest of them all
I will tell you this secret
The happiest I’ve ever told
A year ago on this day
My heart was broken
My rose was bleeding
And when I’d lost all hope
An angel came to see me
I’ve never felt these feelings
These emotions they are so great
And when I wake up in the morning
The angel is on my mind
A year with her is closing in
And I just want her to know
what great of support she is
And that I have kept
Every secret she has told
I used to be bleeding
My heart was a rose
Pouring out red
But you held it in your hands
You kissed my bleeding rose
You tended it everyday
You slowly warmed it up
You healed it everyday
I know you think you are a bother
But you are not even close
I love you my angel
With every bone
My rose is healing
You’ve been patient so far
Please don’t let me go
I’ve gotten used to your warmth
My heart was shattered
My rose it bled
But I know my darling
ExhaustedI gave myself time to regain my strengthExhausted in Free Verse More Like This
But as I recover, I notice how much easier it is to be exhausted
Fly, Please FlyFly, Please Fly in Free Verse More Like This
I don't care if your body doesn't have wings
Because for me you are an angel
Beautiful and free
Don't let them push you down
Your mind will never fall
Cause it is beautiful and free
Your soul is a bird
Don't let them cage it in
Let it fly, please let it fly
Because your soul is beautiful and free