who said love was beautiful.this is not what you're expecting.who said love was beautiful. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i'm not going to write about the first time we kissed or the first time you whispered something beautiful into my clavicle or the first time we held hands and i swore that the earth shifted under my shoes. i'm not going to write about the first hello or the first goodbye or the first moonrise i watched reflected in your irises.
i'm not going to write about how your eyelashes are spidersilk and your mouth is a song and how when i was weaving the colors of your eyes into a sunset i got lost in the middle. i'm not going to write about how your fingers pluck symphonies above steaming mugs of tea and how looking you in the face is like holding my breath underwater.
i'm not going to write about that.
instead, i am going to write about the first time you dragged your hands through your hair and i noticed that your knuckles were scarred from too many fights and how i wasn't surprised in the slightest. i'm going to write about the time we stood in the kitchen
it doesn't come free.if you want it, you're going to have to catch it.it doesn't come free. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you're going to have to run until your feet are caked with silt and your mouth is burned with wind, until your heart is laboring behind rusted ribs. you're going to have to chase it through sand storms and ocean tantrums and to the edge of the world and over. you're going to have to strip out of your clothes and inhibitions and fear and pride because it's not slowing down. it's not going to idle in anticipation or pause or give you a fair shake. it's going to twist in currents and cut corners and laugh as it's free diving into still lakes.
if you want it, you're going to have to tempt it.
you're going to have to promise with a honeyed tongue and then confess with bare-boned honesty. you're going to have to be cunning and honest, vulnerable and strong. you're going to have to know the art of silence under blue moon stars and the seduction of words breathed through smoke veils. you're going to have to twist poetry from your capillaries an
breaking hearts for dummies.spin me around and drain me dry, spit my promises from beneath your teeth and pick my scabs until you have me just where you want. press the bruises where they hurt most, hold me underwater until i'm purple-lipped and blue-tongued and scratching the base of my throat to bleed the oxygen from my veins.breaking hearts for dummies. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
cut my achilles' heel and watch as i stumble down the stairs, watch as i hit the second landing and crumple. tell me i look beautiful broken, tell me not to move a muscle, tell me you're going to take a photograph and i'm going to be f-f-famous for the pretty way i break apart.
tell me a picture's worth a thousand words, but wanted isn't one of them. magic isn't either so make sure i stop believing, stop wishing, stop pulling the stars from the sky and hiding them under my pillow. call me a disease and my heart a rotting corpse.
don't let me get in your way. don't let my quaking distract you, don't stop or pause or wait to hear me whisper no, hear me scream go away, hear
these words.take a look: these words are beatbeatbeating just below the surface.these words. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
these words are living things with hungry mouths, souls with voices loud enough to echo against the canyon walls of heaven. they are splintering my bones and demanding more breathing room, filtering through my pores and piling at the soles of my feet. they are reckless and impatient, knocking against my conscience and demanding i set them free. they are flocks of birds and herds of mustangs, loose cannons without an idea of where they'll land but shooting forward regardless.
these words are pulsing with the life i've been feeding them, stealing my sleep and gnawing on the edges of my sanity. they are charging my veins and overriding my nervous system, throwing rebel cries against the back of my tongue and bleeding through the pages until i bend to their demands. they are salty with tears and sweet with ambition. they want nothing less than the entire spectrum of emotion and are draining me dry until they e
consider this just one more.i need you to stop needing me.consider this just one more. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
you don't know, but you're living a lie. you're closing your eyes and pretending i'm something i'm not. you're pretending i'm lovely and stable and precious. you're pretending i'm returning this kiss.
you're breathing down my neck and twisting my hair between your fingers, saying we could be something beautiful if i would just slow down. you're swearing we could be a sundust and milky way love story if i would just stop running away all the time.
you're calling me baby, you're calling me darling, you're trying to hold my hand and ignoring the fact that i'm shaking with anxiety. your salty lips keep misfiring and landing on my jaw, your greedy fingers keep tearing my coattails apart.
can't you see? i'm a mistake that you're trying to rearrange into something lyrical, a disaster that you're trying to pretend is miraculous. when really i'm anything but.
in reality i'm knocking down vases and ripping the mona lisa in half, i'm tripping down the stairs and cra
what if i forgot_cwhat if i lost youwhat if i forgot_c in Free Verse More Like This
amongst sea weed
and wheat fields
and what if field
through my ear drums
and caressed my memory
with your words.
[what if i was to whisper sweet nothings
in your ear until you lost your feet and
floated instead? what if i grabbed your hand
and pulled it through my chest, let you push
aside my ribs and get lost in me?]
what if i taught you
how to love and how
to cry and how to
express your emotions
like cyanide sinking
through teeth, and filing
into your pink gums.
[what if i pulled you inside out and painted
the backside of your skin with coral and wind
and heartache? what if i swallowed your lips
and filled my lungs with your butterfly kisses?]
what if i taught sea
creatures to sing
represent your soul
and stream down your
cheeks and cover your
eyelashes with beauty.
[what if for a moment you melted and cried
and wanted with every cell of my body until you
knew what it meant to feel as i do? what if you
i'm choking.i am sitting with smoking nerves andi'm choking. in Free Verse More Like This
frayed circuit wires, everything i don't
know knotting together for me to choke
if there is a door, i can't find it.
if there is an answer, i'm unaware.
instead i am falling to my knees and
crawling under the smoke, eyes watering
and knuckles bleeding. no closer to the end
than when i had begun.
if i had the courage, i'd crack open your ribs
and get the answer for myself. if i was brave,
i'd simply reach over and pinch the truth from
or i'd just tie my heart to the railroad tracks
and wait for you to save it. wait for you
to cradle it and whisper that the time for
pinched nerves and scraped knees is over.
but i am confused and cowardly, clutching
my chest, palms feebly protecting the only
thing i have left to defend. the only thing i
have left worth guarding.
and the thing that scares me most is not that
you might hurt me. it's not that i might end
up with a scar or a burn or a weeping laceration.
the thing that has me trembling wit
i can't see the sky.i hate the word lonely.i can't see the sky. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
it dries out my mouth like i had tried to swallow tumbleweeds, it scratches the back of my throat like i'm trying to regurgitate memories from an empty stomach. it leaves me sitting in the middle of an empty room and wishing the ceiling would cave in because then at least i'd be able to watch the stars.
instead i'm just laying on top of the covers pretending to count them in the drywall and imagining what it would feel like to have your arm behind the curve in my neck. instead i'm closing my eyes and listening to the suction in my veins because i am hollow and caving in. i keep painting you with rich, lush adjectives, but you're just a cardboard pipe dream that falls flat and leaveleaveleaves me without air.
i keep spending my nights sketching your eyes on the ceiling, but i still can't see the moon.
and you know, i keep my hands busy during the day to ignore the faint shaking they do when i know they want to be holding yours. i keep my mouth talking to ignore t
i sometimes think.my face is a little like myi sometimes think. in Free Verse More Like This
heart, beautiful pieces that
add up to an ugly whole
truth flavoured lies_cthe lie about me:truth flavoured lies_c in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i am beautiful like freshly-cut grass and popsicles in the middle of the day. i am summer-lips and winter-teeth, laughing my way through autumn-leaves. i am branding laughter against the back of my throat so i can feel it with every breath i draw in, soaking in your words as i stick them under my tongue and save them for a while. i am living for the moment and dancing without caring whos watching. i am loving recklessly and throwing my heart into the wind with wild abandon. i am calling each scar a beauty mark and opening my arms wide to catch the wind. you are calling me love and i am answering.
the truth about me:
i am ugly like cracked sidewalk and melted popsicles all over calloused hands. i am winter-eyes and cracked-leaf-lips, evaporating along with the polluted ocean. i am branding my mistakes on the back of my eyelids so i never forget but rather dream along the splintering branches of them. i am drowning in the moment and hanging up my da
lettersdear dad,letters in Letters More Like This
i've learnt in life that sometimes things happen too quickly. its like being knocked over by a wave and pulled out into the ocean by the tide. you're flying all over the place and your mind is a blur, but you're still trying with all of your might to fight the current of the water. you're trying so very hard to stay afloat, to just keep swimming - but in the process you've forgotten where you're swimming to.
sometimes we forget about how dangerous the water beneath us really is, and we keep swimming further and further away from land. we love the way it just feels so endless, so expansive beneath our feet; the dark blue abyss. sometimes in our paths we leave people behind, and sometimes they'll leave us, but we just continue to swim and swim further away from everything that we know and suddenly we can't see land any more. we're all alone and we're too tired to keep swimming, but we've got nowhere to go - so we float.
i used to tell myself that maybe you'd just swum ashore fo
strangersdon't let them see you cry,strangers in Free Verse More Like This
you brittle boned, quiet eyed dove.
you were beautiful once, weren't you?
before you poisoned yourself and started to forget
what love and life and hope all meant.
your poor feathers - stained off-yellow
have carried you too far, and your muscles are too weak
retreat, pull back to the darkest place in town
the one you've spent too many nights
vomiting, crying, screaming and dying, wishing that breathing
would hurt just a little bit less, and now
you're stiller than death, quieter than
the once bright lighthouse, lost to the storms of the
angry pacific winter as
you try to find the places in your mind
where you can escape to hushed places filled with
stories about daisies and sixties love songs.
exist there, and be strong for the few who
are delicate in the same way you are. close your eyes, and
find that there is love written across the back
of these paper-thin eyelids. don't cry, because
your roses cannot hold the weight of your tears, of your
the smell of our sleeplessness-the smell of our sleeplessness in Short Stories More Like This
'You've never really felt pain, until you've lost everything' he murmured, his eyes fixed on the dirt between our feet. 'You've never really had your heart broken if you can put the pieces back together.' He paused, taking a small sip from an almost empty wine glass and continued with his drunken monologue.
'You've never really learnt to appreciate their hands if the hands of another don't make you sick to your stomach, and you never understood the way they smelt unless you can smell it on your pillows'
He looked up at me, his face wistful and his grey eyes reflecting the cigarette he held in his hand and stared right though me as he muttered.
'And you know what, you've never really been in love if you can learn to love another'
He doesn't like the way he looks anymore. His once smooth skin is now a victim to his grief, to gravity and to his old age. His hair, growing more and more grey with each day that passes had once been dense and thick, dark brown - framing his luri
bittersweet - collabThe colours in the sky blended together beatifically, melding into a shade no poet could ever hope to describe. The wide expanse of the autumn sunset looked divinely like velvet, reminding me of your two-faced touch - at one moment sensuous - lightly caressing my soul, and the next moment rough and bristled - handling me with urgency for pleasure and disregard for compassion. I forced my attention back to the skyline in an attempt to make myself forget, or at least distract myself while I could. But I only found that it reminded me more and more of you and what you did to me, what I did to you, and the sickening happiness I found in all of it.bittersweet - collab in Short Stories More Like This
That night I sat alone in my kitchen with a packet of cigarettes and a blues CD and sung along like I meant it. I swung with the saxophone around my dining table that only I ever ate at and it reminded me of how I'd have let you make me cry, just so I could cry on your shoulder after you had finished with me. I stayed up too late drinking, and st
a collab not about butterfliesglitter guts, show us your rainbow blood.a collab not about butterflies in Free Verse More Like This
untangle the knots between your teeth,
and cut open your scars. tell yourself
you'll remember what to do at the end
of the world: who to love, who to hate,
and why the sun doesn't burn anymore
glitter guts, you'll be a cold beautiful girl
as the world freezes over
a thousand times more;
another hundred for each
rosepetal on your grave;
a million more for every
heart you didn't break.
glitter guts, you'll understand that you died alone;
no one held your hand
or told you it would be okay.
but you won't be lonely--
you'll be a part of everything:
the plants, the sky, the ground.
and glitter guts, your rainbow blood
will seep into the dirt below you;
your skin will fertilize daffodills;
your kidneys will save a child's life;
you'll be wiser and happier
than you've ever been before
at the end of the world.
at least we'll have storiesi woke up alone in the new year, in a bathtub full of cold, grey water.at least we'll have stories in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
there was a glass half full of whiskey and a photo of you next to me on the ground. my lips tasted like they were bleeding and my eyes were heavy and sore.
dark hair; damp and dirty clung like a leech to my pale skin, and only when i moved to pull it away did i notice how numbingly cold it was in the water.
i thought of how i dreamt that tonight i'd fall asleep in your arms as you sung beatles songs to me. i'd lay there, happy, thinking about how mysterious and dangerous and perfect you are and about how our bloodshot eyes matched each other perfectly. but you're really just out to watch me fall, and me, i'm a drunken sparrow on barbed wire.
i pulled my heavy body out of the water slowly, cringing at the sudden influx of loud noise as the water ran over and off my body, falling back into the small bathtub. i looked at my ugly face in the mirror as i wrapped an already wet towel around my shaking body, and told myse
and his lonely eyesi am staring death in the face,and his lonely eyes in Open More Like This
and my mouth is dry and empty;
i am like a painter trying to
do you say goodbye to things
that you know cannot be brought back?
drawing mountains.you ask if im alright, and i'll sit there for a minute, my head in my hands thinkingdrawing mountains. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
'no, no, no. im not alright. im hurting and i want to cry and cry and cry until it doesn't hurt anymore. im the furthest thing from alright that there is'
but i'll look up and smile, tears ever so slightly glazing my eyes and i say i'll be fine.
and you'll say 'okay'
and i can't write.
because i can't see.
and i can't feel anything
the soundtrack of our winter,i'm just a kid trying to make something beautifulthe soundtrack of our winter, in Free Verse More Like This
from the restricting feeling that encloses my chest and the hopelessness that presents itself in the form of blurred vision and
it's all i've got;
life gets fucking ugly and i write stories to the shins and jeff buckley
but i can't deal with it any more;
can't deal with the lines underneath my eyes and can't write
about this any more
i hate my body
its just a shell for the words i
would you even cry?
would you get up and move on or would you take the
kurt cobain route;
or blow your fucking brains out?
do you need to know why?
boy who belongs to the sunhe asked me once, 'are you afraid to die?' and i didn't know how to answer. i'd like to say that i am; that it scares me more than anything else, but i can't help but think that the world becomes a better place when you die. i told him i wasn't and he stared out the window at the dark street. resting his head against the slightly-frosted window pane, he breathed 'neither am i'boy who belongs to the sun in Short Stories More Like This
we're all just dying, though, don't you think? we're not living, we're dying. every day is another day we won't ever get back and another day that we won't ever remember. at least we're dying together, though. at least we can say that we've spent time watching our lives pass us by and not doing anything about it. i think that's the best thing we can do, really.
i realised the other day that there's nothing to be afraid of. that even if we are dying, that even if we are lost, thats the point. that maybe we're supposed to get lost and find our way out. that maybe if we spend long enough dying when the time real
ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
patheticlook:pathetic in Free Verse More Like This
the reason i want to talk to you is because you are the only person that has ever understood what i meant when i said "i feel alone."
Not Even OnceThe pavement of these streets contrastsNot Even Once in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with my shoes. I can feel the smoke
from the cigarettes
penetrating my lungs.
The burn makes me want to change.
The people are watching the cars pass.
I catch their eyes, and they look,
but don't see. Their eyes remain a monotone,
no recognition, no acceptance,
I am a walking object that they notice,
and then forget.
If I kissed you, if I breathed out beautifully onto your neck,
would you just smile
or would you understand
I do not understand why my hands feel alien.
I can grasp your presence, but I can't grasp my own.
My essence seems to ebb, back and forth,
in and out; indecisive,
in love with whoever is in front of me.
The rain in New York City is more bitter, more sweet
than all of your meaningless tears.
be my nicotinethey're closing inbe my nicotine in Free Verse More Like This
no room to breathe
i'm pulling skin
until it bleeds
we're breaking clocks
and stomping leaves
so we'll go down
love me harder
you're breaking hearts
i'm breaking you
hate your freckles
skin tastes like sun
clouds come and rain
please tell me that
you really care
my nerves are numb
my back is bare
let's press our lips
against the glass
and make our heaven
out of wax
i'm breathing in
my lungs are black
painkiller poetry 07butterfly kisses andpainkiller poetry 07 in Free Verse More Like This
breathing in, breathing out.
quiet eyes and velvet sighs
thrown against bright laughter.
if only i could find you.
to-not-do-list1. i will not fall in love in summer ever again.to-not-do-list in Free Verse More Like This
2. i will not flirt with some one i don't actually like just because i am lonely.
3. i will not wallow in self-pity.
4. i will not scare my friends away.
5. i will not be afraid to trust the world.
6. i will not let important things slide.
7. i will not do things for attention.
8. i will not lose myself.
9. i will not make rules i can't follow.
i've fallenwhen i was broken i took superglue and slathered it on my skini've fallen in Free Verse More Like This
it just made everything worse but i kept doing it
because it made me feel like i was
when i was mended i made two new minds
to battle inside my own so i could
always be thinking of something.
(it covers up
when i was bruised and beaten and thrown on the floor
i cut all my hair off
and wore tank tops and mini-skirts
so people could ignore the purple.
when i was screamed at and screaming 'till my vocal chords bled
i signed up for theatre so people could hear
the pretty hoarseness of my voice
as it scratched and screeched like nails
on a teacher's blackboard
while he snores.
when i felt like my insides were twisted
i scraped cheap metal across my wrists
because maybe if i bleed
maybe if i cry
maybe if actually get some sleep tonight
my innards will start to work again.
when i fell down
i broke my ankles.
when i fell down
i lost my love.
when i fell down
i skinned my knee.
when i fell down
i didn't g
painkiller poetry 06building a body, a heart, a mind. building an airplane to fly through the sky.painkiller poetry 06 in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
building a harness, a cage, a cast. building a breakage to make it last.
the end of forever.i don't know what to tell you.the end of forever. in General Non-Fiction More Like This
i could tell you that i'm sorry, but that wouldn't change that i didn't do anything wrong.
i could tell you that i miss you, but that would just give you another opportunity to break my heart.
i could tell you that you're being stupid and immature and selfish and hypocritical, but my opinion doesn't seem to matter anymore.
because we both know that no matter what i do, no matter what i say, i'm still going to end up being the one crying myself to sleep at night while you're dreaming happily of chains being cut and being set free.
i am sorry for something.
i'm sorry i was such a burden to you, i'm sorry you had to force yourself for me. i'm sorry i smothered you. i'm sorry i couldn't accept you for you. i'm sorry i was constantly using the things i did for you against you and i'm sorry i kept showing you my thoughtless side instead of the one you really liked about me. just because you can accept my flaws doesn't mean that it's okay for me to have them.
like in romance novels.i would like to say that it's not my fault i fall in love in five minutes, i would like to tell you i am logical and intelligent and everything the stereotypical whimsical teenage girl is not. because i am supposed to be the person that isn't like everybody else, that doesn't fall into a stereotype, that doesn't fit into any pre-made shape or size or measurement. i am supposed to be the girl that has will power and judgment and thinks ahead. i'm supposed to be on a different shelf, a higher shelf, a place with only me. but i keep finding all these other people on the shelf; it's getting bigger or something. or maybe i just fell down and i didn't notice.like in romance novels. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
i find myself looking at people and wishing that for once there would be some magical moment and they would say to me, "i think you're beautiful."
Running scaredRunning scared through the woods, the rains pouring downRunning scared in Free Verse More Like This
Hunted like a rabbit.. Left, right, down.. Duck..
Don't let them catch me.. Heart beats faster as I realize
So very alone...
Facing the enemy, nothing and no one to trust..
Realizing that at any moment it might be me..
Lying face down in the ditch..
Hide and seek.. I prefer to seek...
Still.. It's my turn to hide.
Rapidly the footsteps approach..
I crouch.. Heart racing.. Hoping it won't be heard over the pitter
patter of the rains..
Heavy as they fall..
Lighting streaks into the sky
Fear beats, has it given me away..
Duck my head down feel the cold
As bitter rain rushes down my neck..
Fear clenches at my chest as hot breath catches in my lungs...
Run Run run.. as fast I can.. Stop.. Sit.. Hide..
When will the sun rise?
Will I be far enough away?
It's still time to play...
Faster and faster the footsteps they come
Harder and harder I'm made to run
Darting through the trees
Finding places to squeeze..
Lead them in
Pain isn't always miseryYour voice pulls me backPain isn't always misery in Free Verse More Like This
even when I'm at the end
I feel like there's nothing I can't do
But your eyes cause my knees to bend
When I feel like I should move forward
I find my heart on a spear
Nothing in me left to fight back
But you break through
Your smile makes me long for reality
Fighting against insanity
When I long to find my way into the darkness
I find my heart breaking down
But there you sing
A soft voice calling me back from the brink
More than I deserve
Your whispers like dreams
Spiral into my mind
A hushed sort of lullaby that says
There will be more tomorrows
But without the sadness
That I have come to rely on
You whisper a calm into my soul
One that I never dreamed possible
I wished that I could find an escape
But every route has been blocked
By those eyes
those beautiful eyes
That soft voice
A voice that whispers into my heart
with an assurance
It says "I care, I will keep you safe"
even if I wish that you would disappear
You know that I don't mean it.
Deep down I see the
For those who must mendConfessions of a broken heartFor those who must mend in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One that's been ripped apart
What sins have I committed here?
That take away all that's dear
Looking into the mirror, I see
A shadow of who I long to be
Dreaming of sunlight on my face
I hide myself in silent disgrace
Tempting fate into my hands
Falling to such harsh demands
Everyday another painful turn
All the anguish inside does burn
The blood washes out the pain
Silently like dripping rain
Tears of confession can't appease
I've fallen down upon my knees
No more can I abstain from this
Should I allow the blade another kiss?
Into the darkness I fall further down
Deeper still my heart is bound
Inside me the weakness has taken hold
Shivering I feel so very cold
I long to fight to break free
But I sit here silently
Fading between light and dark
Not believing I'll find that spark
I close my eyes to give in
Losing the battle within
But someone heard my tattered cries
They're trying to open my eyes
Filled with sadness too
Still trying to break through
Inner minds turmoilIneffectualInner minds turmoil in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A weakness so deep inside
Something I've tried to hide
Gripped in a frozen fear
Fear of you my dear
Steeped inside I slowly go insane
As blood pools down the drain
Take a shower try to get clean
Of the weaknesses unseen
Deep inside I long for the fantasy
A place where I am no longer me
Void of the sickness in my head
No longer wishing to join the dead
I dream that I can find my way
Into the light of true day
No longer facing demons inside
No longer the pain to abide
Seeking to mend what was torn
Trust rebuilt and friendship reborn
Lines turn to boundaries of trust
Fear falls to the floor like dust
Closure to the bitter fate
Removal of the worst of the hate
Letting go, finally free
Out of the darkness able to see
The water washes me clean
Out of the nightmare into the dream
Healed and open, fully whole
No longer a torn soul
Inspired by your nightmareInspired by your nightmareInspired by your nightmare in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the fears that drive you
keeping you apart
the mask that you wear
I don my own
fading back from transformation
dancing the dance of oblivion
curiosity refocused and caution ignored
as I lure out the truth from the belly of the beast
no more fear to whisper patience
calm sending waves of anticipation
as the gates of obscurity fade
taking on the lion
with an anvil
Inspired by the weakness
the emotions locked behind the facade
a fortress of inadvertent action
leading to parasitic obligation
inferiority and loss of direction
motivation fails to find me
yet recklessness draws me forward
as I tempt forth the beast
Why should the glory be shared?
when the weaknesses could be exploited?
using pure logic and reason I could seek a better path
emotions get in the way
Raw powerful and changing emotions
that long to sting and bite
the flawed heart
and restrained mind
Boxes and lines adorn the cage
tatters and ruins adorn the body
as still more is asked
redrawn for conveni
Gossip's effectsTraitorous intentions, overwhelming sightGossip's effects in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I could hear the mutiny coming from the night
Dragging me under into the murky deep
No more speaking, my silence I must keep
Holding back forgiveness for another day
Hatred overwhelming has entered the fray
Spineless venom was spat, it's rusting up my shield
Trying not to give in, never will I yield
Yet sometimes the battle, isn't worth the fight
No longer should I care, whether wrong or right
Tired and broken down, weary from within
Always another fight, why not just give in
Stubborn relentless, the spineless party creep
Pretending forgiveness, yet waiting for the leap
Pretenses falling, failing to return
Giving in I let it go, let their world burn
Hope's duplicityHope came to visit one dayHope's duplicity in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He told me such a story
About how I'd find a way
Pity he told it poorly
Hope fled when put to the test
As he was prone to do
Just like all the rest
Not a word was true
When I chased him down
He took me on a lark
Promised to lift my frown
But he left me in the dark
No matter how much I believed
He'd leave me behind
My good wishes he'd thieved
As he was wined and dined
So I've learned to ignore
The things that look too bright
Because that's what's in store
For things beyond the light
The masks come downI am strongThe masks come down in Free Verse More Like This
I can't let it all show
I can't tear down the wall
If I do..
The reality is
I'm never what
is really wanted
Mask of control
covering up the soft insides
Let a crack show
Watch them run for cover
No one is ever there
to pick up the pieces
No one is ever there
to soothe the ache
Inside I rant
Placid I present to the world
It never reaches the eyes
But no one is looking
It's me alone
And no one to blame but me
Open your heart to the wrong people
Pay the piper as
the masks come down
And the doors close
Because no one wants
The real me
Wishes are like RaindropsWishes are like raindropsWishes are like Raindrops in Free Verse More Like This
Falling on the ground
Sometimes too much
Sometimes too little
Wishes fall in torrents
As we go along our way
Sometimes for hope
Sometimes for freedom
Wishes tear our psyche
As we speak our own heart
Daydreams we say
Daydreams that stay
Wishes aren't for grownups
So the stories say
Reality is too important
Reality is also over-rated...
Rocks Don't cryI close my eyes and look at my soulRocks Don't cry in Free Verse More Like This
Just the pits of disaster inside
I could walk away from it all
Let it burn to the ground
Burn the bridges and never look back..
Close my eyes and become someone else
But.. it's nothing, a dream..
I could never..
All the things, those scars, pains
Mine, me.. I am those.. Nothing more
Everytime I try to shield myself
I break inside.. Little by little the cracks
Peeking out at me.. Weakness
Tears that long to be shed..
I am a rock.
Rocks don't cry. Even when they long to.
Even when there's no other way...
No tears.. I will shed nothing.
tell me something that mattersyesterday, you were sorting through your pullover sweaters waiting for the winter to come as you thought about how you never feel warm even with your hands tucked into stretched out sleeves. you were wearing your favorite cardigan, buttoned sloppily down the middle so that the sides hung unevenly as you sorted through your even sloppier feelings.tell me something that matters in General Fiction More Like This
tell me something that matters.
tonight, youre in love with this wool coat that buttons uneasily and has pockets with holes in them so you lose both your rhymes and your reasons. youre finally realizing that your favorite song is the tune hummed by train horns at 2:40 am since you can hear the sound while you're lying awake thirteen blocks and four houses away thinking about how that was the backdrop to your late night romances in his house that lies parallel to the train tracks. youre convincing yourself that your heart isnt broken and you wear that coat even though it makes you sneeze since its dusty with memori
bromide and other nonchemicalsshes empty mouthed.bromide and other nonchemicals in General Fiction More Like This
she cant explain but its like that pins and needles feeling except in her heart. its like she could have said twelve thousand and four different things and she picked the wrong one. its the way shes no good with words except she tries forcing her ideas into verses and stanzas and neatly packaged displays of her individualism. so its as if shes set up an exhibit in her mind, complete with glass windows for people to press their handprints into, staining her already disheveled head with traces of themselves. shes empty mouthed since she just realized that not a single bit of her is original, and in all this clutter, shes finally seeing tiny pieces of everyone shes ever met.
shes broken hearted.
but not in the sense that shes ever been in love. its like she lives in a room built for two, but shes sleeps in a bed thats half-empty. shes heard all the stories
the past is just practice.we spent last summer blowing kisses that never made it to their destinations. and now i dont know what to say to you to make all those wasted words seem right. its like we were waiting for our first kiss but neither of us had the guts to make the first move so instead we lay side by side not touching, not moving, breathing on opposite intervals. id say your name but you werent listening. youd whisper i love you but you didnt mean it. it was summer and you should have tried smiling with your eyes.the past is just practice. in General Fiction More Like This
last autumn, we were flying paper airplanes with our wishes into the wind but they kept coming back to us. so you would tell me that we were young and we still had time. that the wind would die. that everything dies eventually and then we could finally breathe wishes that we wouldnt have to swallow again. we could whisper the words weve been needing to hear. but every other day, i was losing track of what to say to you. we were sitting in the
these feelings should be finiteI'm terrified and I know there's nothing unique about this, but I'm standing here completely out of touch with the rest of the world, realizing for the first time that we all feel things a little bit differently, which is why this doesn't hurt for you at all. I figure the only logical reason for how you could do this as if it means nothing was if it really did mean nothing at all for you. It's easier to hate you this way. It's easier to forget you without the burn of your kiss against my skin. It's easier to stay mad if I don't have to remember the way that it felt. Most of all, I can forget this as if it's a memory in someone else's lifetime if I accept the fact that we're all different. I can be different like you. I can let this mean nothing.these feelings should be finite in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I could mean nothing if you let me. If I let me.
You talk in big words that I get sick of hearing after awhile with big ideas and wide eyes and a small heart. I once heard that you can only love something so hard, for so long, before the feelin
this probably isn't about youthis probably is about how the sun was on the opposite side of the sky when i woke up this morning. and how my name looks wrong every time i write it until it's gotten to the point that i'm not even sure how to spell it. it's about how everything has been flying out of my control so that i can't remember how to walk without making a sound. or how to hold on to the edges when my vision gets too blurry. this is almost certainly about how you live one and three fourth miles to the north of me, but i forgot and slept facing the south last night so now i just feel like i turned my back on you.this probably isn't about you in General Fiction More Like This
but really, this isn't about you.
it's about how i've subscribed to the same three magazines for three years now, and every time i open them i feel like i've seen it all before. and how today is like yesterday and four days before that. it's about how i'm a repeat stuck on repeat, and we're all the same, and i'm drowning in an ocean of these fluid lies and tired eyes. this is maybe, almost completely
our sleeping patterns collide.I wake up tired.our sleeping patterns collide. in General Fiction More Like This
I wake up tired and it's afternoon again.
I wake up tired and I am alone.
It's like every night i fall asleep with you on my mind, and I quickly sort through my thoughts leaving the prettiest ones on top so I can try them on in the morning. So everyday, I wake up and try on being in love with you. Except every morning, it's three inches too big or a centimeter and a half too small or it's brushing my kneecaps like it's too long. But I wear it anyways, since I'm used to being a shade left of ordinary or two steps past crazy. I'm used to wearing love and I'm used to you.
I'm used to falling asleep next to you and waking up alone.
You call me.
You call me adorable and I like it.
You call me your own and it feels like a fairytale.
We spend the weekends curled up on iced lakes like mirrors, scratching our stories into their frozen surfaces, and you write about adventures you'll never have and places you'll never go with a girl I wish I could always be. And I write about
living in your liesdear girlliving in your lies in General Fiction More Like This
its like you dont even know you anymore. and when people talk about you, its almost as if you have no idea who theyre speaking about or whether any of what they say is true. its to the point where you started avoiding mirrors or catching your own eye in the reflection of windows, because you dont even recognize yourself anymore. maybe your hairs a mess and your clothes dont match, but at least you can keep pretending that youre not uncomfortable in your own skin. youve become a stranger and it scares you since youve always been most afraid of the things you dont know.
and you dont know you.
i know youre tired. youre tired of being afraid and youre tired of being alone and youre just tired of being. its two thirty seven in the morning and youre wondering if insomnia has a flavor or if everything really tastes this kind of bitter. you hate
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you'll find someone. really you will.
you'll find someone since you just have to. since it hurts to feel this sort of inside out. maybe this time you'll find someone who won't spill dandelion wishes down your throat forcing you to swallow all these words like lies and beliefs like truths and every in between that makes you want to come undone. and maybe this time, your someone won't spread through you replacing your veins with roots as he becomes an integral part of your survival. because eventually, this boy who's spread through you like a sickness will pull away from you ripping out your insides, ripping out your silly little hope, ripping out the useless organ that doesn't beat synchronized anyways. and you just need to realize that boys like that are more common than the fields of weeds that decorate the sides of these country highways. i promise you deserve something more. you deserve something different. i promise. i promise.
maybe you'll meet him in an art m
these are the last things i'll say before i'm goneIf I had to give a name to what I'm feeling I would just call it disappearing. Because it's exactly like the way that you can know everything about someone one day and nothing the next. It's the quick death love has that leaves you wanting more or wanting it back in the best and worst of ways.these are the last things i'll say before i'm gone in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If I had to explain I would say this feeling is something like standing outside of your door at four in the morning, even though I know I shouldn't be here, wearing the same wrinkled clothes I had on the day before, wanting nothing more than to beg to come home, but knowing better, because following the motions isn't really the best follow through.
I won't admit how much I miss you I can't, but I can tell you this.
The thing about disappearing is that it doesn't stop me from wanting to be completely impossible to forget. And maybe that's a bit of an anomaly, but I've never made much sense to begin with anyway.
And sure, we're all different in the same ways, but I want to be differen
defenstrating a window.collab.morning starts when daybreaks fragile security. its six am, and youre still alone at the bar sipping your best friends Liquor and Loneliness. the pub owners know your wallets name by heart and are used to your routine. you want to stop, but alcohol bottles pay your mind the rent and bills, so you let your liver take the debt instead.defenstrating a window.collab. in General Fiction More Like This
the day ends when nightfalls asleep, when the moon shoplifts the sun and pulls oceanic strings in its favor. its six pm, and youre still passed out on the taproom floor. the roosters are calling, but you keep hanging up when you should be hanging on. and all this hanging reminds me of your windowpain. your inebriation shattered the glass like a hammer, and the broken window frame hungover your once-ambitious wall of fame reminds you of yourself framed and hung: you framed the window for drunk driving, and the bribed judge sent it
Apocalipsis: Cap11 El viaje (El incendio)-¿Están todos?Apocalipsis: Cap11 El viaje (El incendio) in General Fiction More Like This
Luciano arrancó el auto robado con la técnica de Martín, dejando atrás la casa donde habían residido tan poco tiempo. ¡Tantas tristezas yacían guardadas en aquella casa! Es por eso mismo que cada uno, internamente, se alivió de alejarse por fin de aquel lugar. Tomaron el “camino largo”, para buscar alguna parte del camino armamento servible.
Manuel jamás se imaginó que podría alguna vez oler el olor a muerte. Pero era lo que hacía en este mismo momento. Olfatear muerte.
-Olor a muerte… -susurró.
-No. La muerte no tiene olor. Lo que está en el aire es… olor al abandono. Cuando la vida abandona su cuerpo, éste se pudre. Olor a lo que deja la muerte –le respondió Martín, con la mirada perdida en las calles que iban pasando.
El chileno se sorprendió al ver su seriedad.
-Pero por eso po… es olor a muerte –discutió, seguro de su opinión.
-Bueh, yo lo veo de otra forma –respondió el otro, sin dirigirle
Cuentos de hadas: Los cuatro principios.LEAN PRIMERO LA DESCRIPCIÓN *Los apunta con una pistola de agua que tiene jugo... D MANZANA (?*Cuentos de hadas: Los cuatro principios. in Humor More Like This
-Espejito, espejito. Quiero que me digas quien es el más sexy de todo el reino
-Es usted, mi amo- Respondió el espejo.
-Obvio, jeje. Ahora, espejito, espejito. Quiero que me digas quien tiene los ojos más hermosos de todo el reino
-Es usted, mi amo- Respondió nuevamente el espejo.
-Sí, con estos ojazos Espejito, espejito. Quiero que me digas quien tiene la cara más linda de todo el reino
-¿Espejito? Jodeme que acá no agarra señal - El rubio zamarreo el espejo mágico con el seño fruncido.
-¡H-hey! Lamento informarle que no es usted, mi amo.
-¿Qué? ¿Ahora andas mal?
El espejo suspiro. Sabía que este día llegaría.
-Es un chico llamado Manuel que vive en una cabaña en el bosque del reino junto con siete duendes.
-¿Es joda? ¿Hay alguie
ArgChi: Capitulo 5-Uffaaaa, no quiero que te vayas- Se quejo el argentino poniendo cara de perrito abandonado.ArgChi: Capitulo 5 in General Fiction More Like This
-Voy pa' mi casa y vuelvo, no me puedo quedar acá para siempre, weon- Resoplo Manuel.
-¿Y por qué no?
La pregunta inocente del rubio evidentemente lo sorprendió.
-P-porque tengo mi casa y no poh no se.- Dijo sin encontrar realmente una escusa.
-Sí, lo que dig-
Manuel lo miro para ver si hablaba en serio. Trágicamente sí lo hacía.
-Dije que vuelvo y si lo dije es suficiente, weon.- Suspiro algo avergonzado.
Martín se lanzo en sus brazos, sonriendo con un niño al que le acaban de regalar un dulce, o un elefante.
-Está bien.- Dijo antes de darle un beso corto y volver a la cocina.
-Hum- Respondió el chileno mas para sí mismo que para que el otro lo escuchara, saliendo de la casa.
El argentino se puso a "limpiar" y a cocinarse, pensando en que podía cocinarle al chileno un asado
Apocalipsis: Cap4 El hogar (dulce hogar)Capitulo 4: El hogar (dulce hogar)Apocalipsis: Cap4 El hogar (dulce hogar) in General Fiction More Like This
Sebastián observo la casa asomándose por el cuello de Luciano. Estaba calentito y muy a gusto entre sus brazos. Pero la paranoia esa sensación de saber que solo hacia las cosas más difíciles de las que ya eran le molestaba y lo hacía sentir mal.
"No es tu culpa"
Aunque se repitiera eso una y otra vez, la sensación no se desvanecía.
Decidió que era cuestión de ayudar a su manera. Prestó especial atención a todo; desde un horizonte al otro, hasta las hojas verdes enredadas en las rejas que debían penetrar. Se sonrojó un poco al darse cuenta que estaba siendo distraído por su novio, no obstante, siguió con su intención de contribuir con algo útil.
Pensó una solución al dilema que todos discutían. ¿Cómo entrar sin destrozar la entrada?
-La casa de al lado- Exclamó con una pequeña sonrisa, sobrepasando la voces de todos.
ArgChi: Capitulo 3Martín no tenía ni idea de por qué Manu se había ido así, ¿Algo andaba mal?ArgChi: Capitulo 3 in General Fiction More Like This
Pero por supuesto, el argentino no sabía que Manuel se estaba volviendo loco, porque se estaba dando cuenta que estaba empezando a sentir ciertos sentimientos que de ninguna manera deberían estar ahí. Pero estaban.
Obviamente, Martín no tenía ni la menor idea de esto, es por eso que a la tarde, casi noche, volvió a llamar al chileno.
-Ah, vo'- Solo le contesto.
-Sí, yo. Nunca te llevaste los pantalones, boludo. Venite a comer
-No me quedo a comer.- Y corto, así de frio, dejando al rubio un poco sorprendido.
No importa, se dijo, ya lo iba a convencer. Hizo la comida para dos, algo sencillo. Se sentó a mirar tele. Se aburrió. Era diferente estar ahora solo. No le gustaba. Cuando tocaron la puerta, salto contento y le abrió con una sonrisa.
-Dame los pantalones y me voy, weon.
-Nope, te quedas a comer.
-No, me voy.
Apocalipsis: Cap12 El psicopataCapítulo 12: El psicópata.Apocalipsis: Cap12 El psicopata in Drama More Like This
-¿M...Miguel? –murmuró Martín sorprendido, observando también a los otros dos.
-¿Martín? ¡Martín! –exclamó con alivio el peruano.
-¿Qué hacen acá, loco? ¡Entren, entren! Pero antes todos me dan un abrazo... Fuaa ¡Creí que nunca los volvería a ver! –dijo rápidamente, atropellándose con las palabras de la emoción.
Le sacó un abrazo forzado a cada uno, quienes no tenían ni un ápice de ganas de obtener ningún tipo de contacto emocional. Estaban deprimidos, con el miedo y la tensión aún a flor a piel.
Lo que más sorprendió al argentino fue la reacción del mexicano. Aquel amigo suyo que tanto apreciaba, que siempre ayudaba cuando lo necesitaba, se mostraba reacio a darle un abrazo. Una mirada que le heló los huesos le dejó en clar
Toddys-Waaaa, no lo puedo creer, soy un grossooo ¿No? Sí, que noToddys in General Fiction More Like This
-Paraa, que te pasa weón
-Es que, mira, estaba así por la calle al pedo
-Callate. Y tipo voy por ahí y paso por un kiosco y es como ¡Noooo, ¿Es en seriooo!? Que geniaaal, y voy y le digo, le dije deme unas y el tipo y le pregunte cuanto y no entendía entonces
-Yo tampoco entiendo una mierda, como queri que te entienda si
-Te lo resumo; compre el último paquete de Toddys del país, tengo un orto bárbaro!
Los ojos de Martín tenían un brillo especial, radiantes de vida y hambre mientras miraba con admiración un paquete azul de galletitas en la mano, mirando con adoración como si oro.
-¿No deberías estar más preocupado en comprar dólares que en comprar galletitas?- La expresión que recibió de respuesta le hizo desear no haber abierto la boca, ya que Martín est
Apocalipsis: Cap2 El grupoCapitulo 2: El grupo.Apocalipsis: Cap2 El grupo in General Fiction More Like This
-¿En internet? Pregunto el argentino con las manos en el volante y la vista en el frente.
-No, en las noticias.
-Pero si no había cable, boludo.
-Ayer se cortó, yo lo vi antes pero como vo' vivís en el mundo de las fantasías puff ¿Qué te decía? Ah, de la noticia. Ahí explicaba la wea de los zombies. Científicos estadounidenses
-Tenían que ser yanquis- Dijo Martín con tono irónico.
-Si, así que Hollywood era una profecía o algo así
-Mal- Rio sin humor- Segui contando, y con detalles.
-Estaban experimentando con células madre y al parecer los weones empezaron a poner químicos raros intentando sustituir lo que estaba muerto en los tejidos y en el funcionamiento les habían prohibido usar humanos para el experimento pero los hijos de puta pagaron para que nadie les dijera nada y probaron con un vagabundo de la calle, súper cruel.
-Que enfermos de
Dice que te diga que le digas que siMartín y Sebastián irrumpieron en la hora libre de Biología, pidiendo permiso a la pobre preceptora que cuidaba al curso sin profesor.Dice que te diga que le digas que si in Romance More Like This
-¿Ustedes también tienen hora libre?- Inquirió levantando una ceja con desconfianza.
-Sí, sí, no se preocupe.- Martín le sonrió.
Desde el momento en que pisaron su aula, Manuel los siguió con la vista, escuchando la conversación monótona.
-Bueno, un rato pueden estar…- Les permitió, volviendo a su libro de temas.
-Hola- Los saludó el chileno cuando ambos se pararon en frente de él.
Aunque no lo quisiera admitir, estaba feliz de que ellos lo vinieran a entretener, ya que se integraba más en el curso del argentino que en el suyo mismo. Cosas que pasan, el año que viene pediría que lo cambiaran de curso…
-¿Y, Tincho?- Dijo Sebastián, como si reanudara una conversación anterior, ig
ArgChi AguaAgua, como te deseoArgChi Agua in Romance More Like This
Estiré mi brazo.
Agua, te miro y te quiero.
Los granitos de arena se extendían por todo mi cuerpo, brillando opacamente bajo el sol.
Agua, corriendo en el tiempo.
Cada respiro me daba más calor.
Agua, bailando en manos del sol.
Ya podía alucinar. Veía cataratas.
Agua, sal de mi canilla.
Quiero que me hagas cosquillas.
Me dolía la garganta, seca como la arena en la que yacía acostado.
Siempre, sonido sonriente.
Y torturante. Se sentía una tortura.
Dame, que es grande mi confusión.
Me lamí los labios, paspados por la falta de líquido.
Agua, cayendo del cielo.
Vi su color incoloro.
Agua, con furia y sin freno.
Calló sobre mi cabello, fresca y pura como nada en el mundo.
Lava todos mis recuerdos.
¿Quién osa romper las cadenas con las que cruelmente el calor me aprisionó?
Dame en tus hojas la bendición.
El agua fría me mojó toda la cabe
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his mouth; my name washes up
on his tongue, stranded
.you are a walking. in Free Verse More Like This
coffin; there are sentences
buried alive inside you, all the
things you could not say
and they will fester there
like maggots, eat you from
the inside out
.you will always. in Free Verse More Like This
haunt my body;
this is where
and where you'll never
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.when i look back at. in Free Verse More Like This
the past, she looks
right back at me
she points at the
future, glint in her eye
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on the fire just
to warm up your
there and wonder
why you're always
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roses have thorns;
a prick of the
skin will tell you
that you're holding
her too tight
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The true darkness! Professor Leary bellowed, pointer quaking. This is what I hope to uncover.
Its been done, Dale. No ones interested in the psychoanalytical ramblings about the Goth cretins that hang out on M street.
Dale Leary whirled and squinted down at his colleague as the last of the dejected sentence echoed off the auditorium walls. Frank Adler hitched his ankle up onto his knee, a sarcastic angle to his head.
That, dear Professor, is not what I refer to, Leary snapped, stalking away from the makeshift slide show he had prepared. You and I and every other academic know the difference between that and what I will seek to find. Im not speaking merely of psychological answers. I plan to incorporate the full scope of the human experience. Anthropological, theological, evolutionary biology and sociological aspects as a whole, as eyewitnesses coming together t
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His was a terrible place of grief, adrift on ill winds, watching the cold blue sea roll back and forth across the horizon. Whenever a moment came that I could no longer stand the sunshine, he was there, waiting for me. All the colors and lies just melted like crayons left out on a hot summer day. Gulls cried from the churning gray skies whenever he stepped from the house, onto the porch which wasn't quite yellow, eyes shining that weren't quite green. As if his very presence muted light.
It was a dreadful place to visit, but he told me the sea was life and death, the mother of us all and to whom we would all return. One day I watched the whitecaps as they flowed across my blue-black mother and wondered if any place was so lonely in all the worlds as this cliff, wrapped in a sweater with no makeup, the constant flow of creation beating in my eyes.
He had coffee and two rocking chairs and a sleepy sheepdog to take up spac