we are eternity.Tell me, darling, how do we best count time?we are eternity. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If you wish, I can reboot my system so we might run through the system and backed up files until we come up with the hard answer. We can have it in Eastern, Central, Pacific or Neverland and still be left with empty numbers. We can cross-divide and carry over our hearts, add the sum of our parts until we're nothing but decimal points flashing on the ambiguous screen. We can disconnect and rewire, throw our cyber-smiles against the wall until it's been reduced to springs and forlorn beeps of the dying machine.
Still, we'll have our answer: thirty days.
Or, if you prefer, I can break my poet's tongue in two and bleed words all over the hungry sheet of paper. I can write sonnets of the wind winding across the continent and limericks of the wolves howling for our distance. I can write songs to make stars weep in the clichéd sky of diamonds. I can compose you poems with phrases strung so daintily together that your nerves will bind and your
i begin and end with you.How do you go about explaining love to someone who has never felt it? How do you put into words the sweetness of the first kiss or the bitterness of the first goodbye or the hundred pinpricks of emotion you feel each and every time lip parts lip? If I were to try, I wouldn't start with the first embrace or the first touch or the first time your tongue swept the top of your mouth and you breathed my name. I wouldn't start with the first time nail bit into hip or teeth into shoulder or the first time you cried my name and I cried yours. I wouldn't talk about the first time that we held hands under the branches of the willow, limbs interlaced as we fell asleep with Whitman on my breast. I wouldn't even talk about the time you slipped platinum around my finger and I cried on a sunny October afternoon.i begin and end with you. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Instead, I would talk about the first time you taught me something. I would talk about how we were standing in wintery midnight air and how you put your hand on the small of my back--as i
dare to dance the flame.i'm not the kind of girl you'll be able to forget about in a moment.dare to dance the flame. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i'm the kind that'll stick like a burr and breathe ice down your veins, but just wait because my lips will melt the frost in a moment. i'm the kind of girl that'll sneak into your system like nicotine so you'll keep asking for just a little bigger sip each time, just one more bottle, just one more drag [just one more, one more].
i'm a lie in the making and an addiction brewing in the spaces between your bones. i'm terribly atrocious and wonderfully divine and you'll hate me almost as much as you don't. i won't be part of your memory, because i'll flood it until i'm all that's there. i'll steal your lungs and give you sips of my own breath and promise you it's sweeter. i'll bite your bottom lip with laughing eyes and wipe away the blood precipitation with something that looks like sympathy but feels just like lust.
[you'll never know which, but you'll keep fighting because you're dying to know.]
i'm a storm that
first-class funeral cheers.stick a post-it note on my head and stick me in a drawer as if you'll remember me in the morning. but you won't. not unless i cry, not unless i scream, not unless i throw my words against the walls until you hear the pulse, hear the beat of millions of phrases and definitions and images as wild as jungle throats and murdered lemons.first-class funeral cheers. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
beautiful and tragic, gorgeous and oh, my word, isn't she a genius? but they all boil down to one thing: you're gone. you aren't here. your absence is everywhere. i've erased the ends of my fingertips because they look lonely; i've shoved my hands in the garbage disposal because that's all i am. it's not pathetic, it's just life. it's just realities [a million and two different versions of the same tragedy].
my thoughts are wild, unbridled and, let's face it, stupid. they're suicide jumping off the edge of my tongue. you aren't here to fence them in and the natives are restless. they're leaping brick and mortar and cliff and stone. you aren't here. if i rep
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
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
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'll set my birthstate on firei had sex and you turned seventeen.i'll set my birthstate on fire in Free Verse More Like This
happy birthday. i bet you're a virgin.
you never told me when you were born,
but i never told you i fucked a stranger.
when you said "having a bad day?"
i wanted more than anything to tell you
it was great until i came into the classroom,
i wanted more than anything to tell you
my mood is all your fault,
i wanted more than anything to tell you
i should've picked the right side, not like
you'd even know what i meant. not like
you'd even notice. since you do not like
me in real life as much as in my dreams.
i'm (sorry sorry that) i'm
the bicycle's third wheel
just lagging behind you,
so don't wonder why i'm
not helping, not worth it
just falling, just useless.
don't include me in your "we"
when i prefer my asymmetry
to your unreal expectations.
i'm sorry i don't meet them.
i'm sorry i'm not perfect.
i'm sorry you don't meet
my expectations, either.
i'm sorry i expected you
to rationalise my reality.
i'm sorry. i just rea
just never check your junkmailWhy is it that you contaminatejust never check your junkmail in Free Verse More Like This
my feeds and favourites? Why
is your website my homepage?
Why are there playlists with
songs that remind me of you
or files dedicated to you? Tell
me why the first thing I do when
I get home is go on the Internet,
Google your name. Slap myself.
Google both our names together.
Did you mean Never in a Million
Years? Actually, I meant billion.
Fuck you, Google.
Drag mouse. Point-click the top bar.
Erase web address. Enter new URL:
promise me three things:
to never reveal my password.
to never read my messages.
to never send me Spyware.
that's what your
heart's made of)
Logout. Sign on Myspace. See that
you're online. Ignore you. Wait for
you to do, I don't know, something.
Refresh page. No new messages.
Refresh it again. Still nothing.
Refresh, refresh, refresh. &
this is why dodos are extinct:i want to fly.this is why dodos are extinct: in Free Verse More Like This
everyone says dreams will always come true,
as long as you don't give up. as long as you
reach for the sky. as long as you keep doing
whatever it is you want to do, you'll succeed.
practice makes perfect,
but perfection makes a
fuckload of people hate
(love/want to fuck) you.
still, i want to fly.
and if there's a will,
there must be a way.
maybe i'll follow these hawks;
maybe that's the right way . . .
i will learn to fly,
even if it means hunters
will mistake me for a bird
and shoot at my wings,
shoot me down to Reality.
i will learn to fly,
even if it means migrating in the winter
to a place so cold nobody could live in--
a place so cold my heart would freeze--
in that case, i'll have to be a penguin.
i will learn to fly,
even if it means abandoning a full nest
of eggs, a pretty hen, or a loving igloo.
even if it means getting confused for a
falcon and scaring away the sparrows.
(but i don't mind; i don't like sparrows.
sparrows taste like hope a
why we installed curtainsit sucks. not letting people in.why we installed curtains in Free Verse More Like This
also the reflection of your chair in
my window looks like
one of those funky spiders,
the scary ones.
with big eyes,
and no teeth.
i don't know, it's like
putting all these things around
your name so people won't say it and
it's like guarding yourself asleep
and not knowing how long you've been
dead, or how many minutes per snooze,
or if you're even dead at
all the time, i'm wasting
all the time in the world
and stretched leatherskin
and stretched leopardskin
and stretched yyyyy's
(but only sometimes;
sometimes is more than never;
sometimes, i can fly)
&it grounds me like red on
newspapers in town, red-
sand-barren and no teeth
for biting its moral rival--
who wears high-heels and lipstick
and works eight shifts
to support a web of five kids,
and his black soon-to-be widow,
but that gossamer bitch
has insurance in her kiss;
and it's like making out with
an arachnid because of
their smell, be
Reality is Fantasy's NonsenseThe Living believe in Death,Reality is Fantasy's Nonsense in Free Verse More Like This
for what must live must end.
The Dead believe not in Life,
for what ends, starts not again.
H O W E V E R--
if Death reflects Existence,
my legs shan't cross
the mirror's one-way bridge.
but if my heart fell through the glass,
why leave it on the otherside?
things i asked the wizard forI hear your Reality voice for the first timethings i asked the wizard for in Free Verse More Like This
in Eros-Only-Knows-how-long. Dressed
to kill, but you've already killed me more
times than a cat. Reincarnated by your smile
not directed at me. I'd have said hello,
but I'm better compiling my nonsense
into a grocery list of imperatives:
Take off your skin, your suit, your sex.
Poison the weatherman. Death by acid
rain. Let the windchill bash your skull.
Pretend it's a tornado whisking you off
to Oz. Steal the Tinman's heart. Crush
the Wicked Witch of Aphrodite. Regret
the pun on crush. Become haunted by
the Ghost of Valentine's Day Past. She
wants her ruby slippers back. Click my
body with your hips three times. Chant
"there's no place like home" & if home's
where the heart is, then my bedroom is
on your sleeve. Sleeping on your wrist.
Snoring from my heart. Don't wake me.
This is the first time I've slept in a year;
this is the first time I've dreamt in three
I sprinkle moldy breadcrumbs across
the path of jaun
in case you forgot: don't read this. just trust mein case you forgot:in case you forgot: don't read this. just trust me in Free Verse More Like This
i have the heart of a poet
trapped in the ribcage of
a tumultuous whore. i'm
a textbook charlatan with
too much nonsense & not
in case you forgot:
i have a fetish for third-person
pronouns & third-party interference.
you are the first, second, and third person
to invade all three of my parties with your
clothes still intact with your skin; with your
tongue still intact with your mouth-
an ampersand curled between your teeth
in case you forgot:
this stanza is a haiku.
god, i hate haikus.
in case you forgot:
i will drill your brain
with mindless repetition
until it is sore enough
to develop amnesia.
in case you forgot:
i'm shit at endings
the clock struck ten so i struck it back ten timesI murdered your great grandfatherthe clock struck ten so i struck it back ten times in Free Verse More Like This
clock because I wanted to kill time.
Waving a cigar in its minute-hand,
the antique bled kerosene. I set it
to military time then on fire. I saw
the secondhand smoke; ironically,
the hour-hand burnt the quickest.
The napalm timebomb reached 0.
"How does the defendant plead?"
"Guilty of all charges."
This is a confession: I am the arsonist.
I also raped a Rolex who cried "STOP!"
So now I'm doing time for doing Time
while the year-hand on my pendulum
prison sentence slowly ticks me off &
tocks about me behind my back & to
be imperfectly honest, there really is
my middle name is sometimes. yours is never(mined)stream of jiminy cricketsmy middle name is sometimes. yours is never(mined) in Free Verse More Like This
evaporate. all that's left:
untouched memory; two
syllables hissed through
my clenched lips. unzip
i must be tee
the autopsy of an earthquake (collab)i composed a checklistthe autopsy of an earthquake (collab) in Free Verse More Like This
of your aftersex/aftershock
the stretchmarks carved down your thighs
are cracks in the earth's crust.
your voluptuous vixen volcano
smogged up my ashtray heart.
i'm learning to love your matryoshka pelvis
and the way it would fit into mine if we were both
nothing but bones.
i'm counting the polyester skeletons hanging in our closet,
the wax-poetic crayons in my fishbowl, and the number
of seismic gasps your slender chest can hold.
this is how many contortionist limbs
fit in your jigsaw glassbox.
the number of spines you've broken,
144 odd vertebra all jenga stacked on a pedestal.
i want to push you off the pedestal.
slip into my arms, rip razorblades from my fabric ribs.
add them to a smithsonian exhibit: "the art of insatiability",
featuring portraits of my teeth on your skin and of
your flesh bruising under my grip,
of your snow-white lies which set fire to the polygraph,
of this somber soul whose weight crushed the richter scale,
of our arms and legs
People are ugly.Listen to mePeople are ugly. in Free Verse More Like This
There are ugly people out there
Not just on the outside
But on the inside too
There are horrible people
Who are pretty
And there are ugly people
Who are perfect
So when you say
That's a lie
There are ugly people out there
Inside and out
Grow UpWhen I was young,Grow Up in Free Verse More Like This
I knew a girl.
She was so warm and bright,
so I asked her that question
that all children must answer.
'What do you want to be
when you grow up?'
Her eyes lit up with joy
and she jumped with excitement.
No, an astronaut!
I'll be famous
and in movies!
will be everywhere!'
She listed so many more
until she finally just smiled
and looked at me with eyes filled
with child-like wonder.
'I could be anything I wanted.'
Years and years later,
I saw the same girl again
but her eyes no longer
lit up with wonder.
I asked her,
'What did you end up being?'
She smiled the hollow smile
that adults have when talking to the young.
'Not what I wanted to be
when I was young.'
Nothing more was said on the matter
but I could see that there was no more wonder
in the eyes that once shone so brightly.
RelicRoaring giants standing tallRelic in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eternal beings they could still fall
Clans of old that took their tolls
The Machine"How's your goddamn math going to help us out of this now?" she practically spat the words onto the soft earth that they were talking across. Their feet sunk into the soil, making dirt cling to their shoes and stick into the ground as they traveled across.The Machine in Short Stories More Like This
"Shut up," Jamie spewed back. It was just a harmless experiment, one that he was trying to do by following a guideline that he normally ignored before. Instead of looking at his numbers, and thinking about what calmed him, he went on through with his experiment using his numbers in a whole new way that he hadn't tried before.
Many hours ago, that it almost seemed like an eon ago.
Hours of labor and work had finally paid off. If all his calculations were correct, then he had finally managed to build something using just metal, wires, electricity, and his numbers. The numbers that got him through life every day and every night. Specific numbers, he wasn't just any old fool who chose random numbers depending on what worked best. No, the
The DoctorThe Doctor in Short Stories More Like This
"Doctor?" I questioned uneasily. The figures and faces around me nodded, shifting around unsettlingly as if staying still was too much work for them
"I don't need a Doctor, I'm fine." I had no desire to see the Doctor. Even the title sent shivers down my spine.
"We know dear, but we were thinking that some people mature faster than others, and that maybe you should see the Doctor earlier," one of the figures said. I couldn't even see them, for I was seated in a hard chair that dug into my back while everyone else was crowed around me. Their like faces and similar statures all began to blur into one solid black surrounding of grey and more grey. Even their voices were beginning to blend together.
"I don't want to see the Doctor though."
And I truly didn't. There were so many rumors about that place, the place called the hospital. I heard that when people entered they didn't come back the same again, that they Doctor messed with their minds and changed them into unfeeling robots for the
The climbHe tied his boat among the rocks, and soon began to climb. Slowly, every so slowly, he went foot by foot, climbing away from shore and onto what should be called land, but really was nothing more than rocks.The climb in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When he tried to look above there was no grass of green. More and more rocks awaited our man, and still he climbed. The sun beat down, and clouds covered the top so our poor man could not see his destination, but still he climbed.
'It appears as though God has taken a day off today,' he thought to himself. And still he climbed up and up, even though the rocks were always coming.
When the stones cut into his palms, and the toes of his shoes wore down till his toes peeked out, and when the sun burned what skin it could, and when the wind cut through his clothes and chilled his bones, he still kept moving forwards. He couldn't see the sea below him, and there was nothing in front of him but clouds.
And still our poor man climbed, and climbed, and climbed.
To reach the top and say that
DawnIn those fickle hours of the morningDawn in Free Verse More Like This
right before the run has even risen,
and before the world truly begins to wake up
that is when the magic happens.
Each new dawn brings new life
the brand new start of a new day.
Life is such a fickle thing
that can end in an instant.
Yet in those early hours of the morning
when a new life had yet to begin
we see the true rise of people
as they begin what they believe is just a new day.
For in those early hours of the morning
we see the new chance to become and create
the life that has gone through each and every morning.
So while many sleep
through the early morning dawn
they miss the sleeping life begin to awake
and the new chance at life to have its day.
You are woman. You are man.You are woman,You are woman. You are man. in Free Verse More Like This
so be kind,
all in your own way.
You are man
so be strong,
MissingMissingMissing in Free Verse More Like This
No oneDrown those drinksNo one in Free Verse More Like This
shoot those shots,
don't think about tomorrow
just party till you cant.
She stumbles around
not even able to stay stable
she sits roughly on the ground
when a man comes up
and takes her somewhere else
Following the sounds
of muffled grunts
and drunken cries
the man is hovering over her
while she cries out
for anyone to help her
No one does
no one can hear
over the hammering music.
No one notices
when they both emerge
one a tear stained face,
and the other
Well the other,
goes to his friends
and gets congratulated.
two weeksmadeline wants to paint a picture on a canvas.two weeks in Short Stories More Like This
she wants to build a tree house and wants her netball team to win the final.
meet someone new every day. she wants to realise pink's an ugly colour and throw out all of her clothes.
she wants to make her first phone call to a boy and hold his hand and go to his house. she wants to get butterflies and wants to share a hot chocolate with him. she wants to have her first kiss.
she wants to listen to music until its all she can hear. she wants to fail tests and say fuck studying, she wants to get a detention and wants to tell her parents that she handed in the excursion money, but keep it for herself.
madeline wants to get high and get a piercing and tell everyone she's fighting the power. she wants to try being vegetarian for a week. she wants to skip school and go to parties. she wants to stumble home in the early morning.
she wants to detox and spend all sunday sleeping. she wants to apologise to her parents and try so very hard to
learn to smiletheres this man whose eyes bleed this beautiful, sad blue. he hides it though, behind dark crops of hair and thick eyelashes. sometimes i find myself wanting to count the folds and wrinkles that hide his cheekbones and teach him how to smile. theres times i pass him and hell be pressing a cup of coffee gently to his lips and it makes me happy. i dont know why but i think it shows me hes alive. hes hearts beating and hes feeling something, anything.learn to smile in Short Stories More Like This
he writes postcards to himself from his capital city to make sure he never forgets where he is. he posts them to himself and wonders why he does it. he cant really remember, but he buys new postcards every wednesday on his way home from work. he tells himself who he is and who he wants to be tomorrow. hes never who he wants to be, though. hes always who he wishes he wasnt.
on friday nights i walk my dog past the pier. sometimes ill walk down to the end, watchin
too fucking beautifulnote: this is backwards, and for a reason.too fucking beautiful in Short Stories More Like This
I didnt bury her; I couldnt.
She was too beautiful; just too fucking beautiful.
Even when she lay there with her flesh in puzzles and the skin on her face rotting to expose her cheekbones and the empty spaces underneath them, she was like a doll; a beautiful, disgusting doll. I still call her love, but she doesnt answer.
She screams, and I run the silver blade over her stomach again. I dont press hard enough to cut, but I press hard enough to make her silent. I turn back to her feet, and push the end of the knife under another nail. Its gorgeous; the way the blood trickles when I slowly push the knife in, and the pours when I take it out; it reminds me of rivers and of the tears that trickle down her face.
She closes her eyes, when I tell her Ill kill her. I think maybe shes imagining that shes picking white roses from her garden again. The way she je
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
Ode to my First SisterPretty little sunshine,Ode to my First Sister in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Stars bright, blue eyes,
Pink baby, small bear,
Sterilization, rubbing alcohol,
Love and hugs,
Laughing, movie time
Tender heart, silly rhymes,
Windows in LA
Watching cars, masked,
Phones and noise
Going home, playing adventure
Polar bears, happy times
Repeat- except end this with
And wishing it could have been different
Resident Evil- AgentsofDeathOlivia Drache creeped around the corner, her bright blue eyes cautiously watching them. They looked like regular villagers, but she knew damn well that they weren't. She already had assessed the situation- Severe Hostility. Risk Level- High. This was probably the most dangerous thing she'd ever come across- and it was just the beginning. She loved it. She licked her blue lips, matching her blue eyes. Her Glock was cocked up, ready to blast. She also had with her an M-16, a shotgun she'd found laying around, and various other Glocks. Her dagger was resting on her shapely hip. That was back-up. She stared at the villagers. Four of them right now. She wondered if she should whip out her shotgun and use that. When this place is secure, fuck, I need a cigarette. she thought to herself as she brought the gun up.Resident Evil- AgentsofDeath in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A blast from elsewhere caused her to duck down and cuss. She saw one of the villager's heads explode, and she leapt back, peering around the barn she was in. A ladder. She boo
Silent Hill Now I Can See VII****************************Chapter Seven*************************Silent Hill Now I Can See VII in Horror More Like This
*********************Who's the Fucking Villain Now?********************
"S-Stasia?" Jasper said, trying not to shake. She glared at him and then, finally spoke.
"Jasper." she said, turning her body to face him. Her bright blue eyes stared at him, cold and emotionless. Jasper gulped. "Stasia, w-what the fuck is going on?! I don't fucking get it, what the fuck is this place?! Why am I here, what the fuck is wrong?!" he yelled. Stasia smirked.
"Why are you here?" she said, walking forward to him, and he backed up, because she was scary enough back before all this, but this, this was terrifying. "Why, baby, don't you remember? Jasper, Jasper, Jasper " she trailed off, licking her fangs with her studded tongue, something that usually turned him on, but this time only made him gulp. "All who come here, come because they deserve it "
"Deserve ?" Jasper asked, confused, and yet knowing he did indeed deserve this.
Silent Hill Now I Can See V*************************Chapter Five******************************Silent Hill Now I Can See V in Horror More Like This
******************You Look to Me to Find the Truth*********************
He wandered about the streets, wishing his god damn cell phone worked. At least that would let him know when something was going to leap out and try to eat his face. He was also completely unarmed. This had to be the shittiest situation he'd ever been in. Whatever. He knew how to fight in hand-to-hand combat he was just worried that if he touched anything here, he'd contract at least four diseases that probably weren't named yet. He needed a weapon. Anything would be nice, hell a fuckin' broom would work. He looked about the town, and strolled into a store, hoping he'd find a weapon, and maybe some Vicodin, or some drug in the pharmacy. He wandered in, paranoid as hell, and headed over to the kitchen section. Huge butcher knives were kept in plastic coverings that were once colorful, now old and dull. He tore one open, and was pleased that the
Black StainsBlack Stains in Horror More Like This
They called her freak. Didnt matter. She ignored them, and their paper balls, and the spitballs. Despite this being a college, there were still immature jocks, just like regular high school. She kept scribbling words and doodles in her notebook. The teacher told them to leave her alone. It usually worked for only about five minutes before they did something else to her. Just because she wore black. Because her make-up was odd, and she was quiet. Because she drew creepy little things in her notebook. And after class, they would follow her and mock her, gathering more idiotic boys to gawk and laugh at her.
It hurt her. It angered her. But she couldnt do a thing- no one liked her at school, and telling her parents did little good, being the Catholics they were. In their eyes, she deserved it.
And she couldnt tell them to fuck off. Shed tried that. They laughed at her, and told her to make them. Maybe someday, she could. But now, she couldnt. She was muc
When I Shut My Eyes...In the night, her mind came alive with dead visions, and things that may have once been living, or maybe things that never were alive at once point, just unholy animated things. There was a faceless nurse sobbing in a corner, ready to leap up and stab with her twisted needle in an instant, her shrieks of an unknown need calling forth others like her from the bowls of the madhouse. Perhaps that was why they all were so infinitely terrifying- because there WAS no motivation for their actions- maybe that was all they did. In the open closet there moves something, and flashing a beam of light onto it would reveal multitudes of human heads, not severed, but as if their body was the floor, all reanimated by the will of an unknown insanity, screaming and shrieking, and yet their noises were as silent as whispers. Sometimes, something grows out of the floor and swallows one of the heads of the damned, and disappears, as if this place were a single entity. Perhaps it was.When I Shut My Eyes... in Horror More Like This
Upstairs comes the
CrusadeCrusade in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
My tale happened long ago. Back in the days of the sword and shield. I was there. Because long ago, I went to war, to fight the scourge of Christendom. My father was a royal knight of King Thomas the second, proud and expectant. I was his best son-my four brothers were already knights of the lesser shield, but father planned for me to be of the greater shield. I remember that day with told me of the enemy I had to face. I held aloft my sword, glaring with pride. By god, I said let them come.
Yes, thats my son. father said, patting me on the shoulder, my armor clanking. You know what you must do?
Yes. I replied. He nodded proudly, smiling.
Go forth, then.
I hoisted myself onto my horse and kicked off, heart roaring in my ears, as I raced to find the scourge.
They said their eyes are red as flames, and I heard it all that they came fro
A Beautiful Lie-Was It a Dream Was it a Dream?A Beautiful Lie-Was It a Dream in General Fiction More Like This
Was it a dream?
Lack of Sym(phony)pathyThere’s not much left to give,Lack of Sym(phony)pathy in Free Verse More Like This
Sucked dry, down to the marrow,
And the kings and queens tax upon thy burned soul,
Casting to the fish, instead of the mermaids.
Eager to be lost,
Taken away from the breast,
Which soured and turned to poison long ago.
When rust and hooks matter no longer,
They fade into nothing,
But never fast enough to escape,
The roaring tides, the screaming winds,
That break and destroy my gate.
O’ what to give,
To no longer be a part of this dying hive,
The honey is rotten,
And they said it would only crystallize.
Lies, lies, lie,
Lies on a cut-out tongue,
Leave no wonder for the days ahead,
Sooner prefer to be gone,
Soon prefer to be dead.
The sociopath under the roof,
Gives no ear to me,
And cares not for the weeping of demons,
Even though it speaks of love.
Speaking only to a wall of bricks,
Impossible to break down,
Impossible to fix
Death sided with day,
While the night chose to live,
But these mere mortal terms have no m
My Unwelcome August GuestThe flies are here,My Unwelcome August Guest in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting their turn,
To feed upon the corpses,
My old companions,
This stricken arrow,
That points it’s way towards my sunshine.
I walked through the poisoned apple grove,
With my August guest,
The birds have dropped dead from her cider,
And I’m left to spoon the remains,
Lifting them to the lips of infants.
It’s like a bad visitor,
That keeps returning upon the morrow,
No matter how many times you say,
To go away,
She’s always back with more sorrow.
I abandoned the black matter years ago,
To reach my tentacles past the stars,
But no matter how many light-years I swim away,
It’s like it always is behind me,
My stars into it’s rotting, feeding mouth,
My light and festivities,
Swollen with cancerous masses of despair,
That burst forth with messes of infectious virulence
I told my August guest to leave me be,
And for a good while, she kept abandoned,
But nothing lasts long,
Except the evil,
The only thing I ever hea
The Past, The FutureDo you remember when you were little and your best friend told you she didn't want to be friends anymore? It hurts like something was nesting on your heart and had clawed its way into your soul. There is an childish elegance to the sadness that you assumed only existed for grown ups when they talk about grown up things. In the glorious contant of humanity, the existence of her will corrode and become a faded memory that you will only remember when you hurt again.The Past, The Future in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And then you will lose your dog, your best friend, your confidant. It will happen suddenly and you will be left with nothing but the hole in your heart of a lost companion who you assumed would be around forever. You will learn at that moment that nothing true or pure lasts forever. A part of your innocence will die as you cradle your companion for the last time. If only you had goldfish and parents who lied to you about him instead.
You will think the worst is over, playgrounds will become a little less magical, danger will b
Judgement"You need to stop doing this."Judgement in Short Stories More Like This
"Stop doing what?"
"Writing me into your stories."
"Because it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then."
"Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!"
"So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly."
"Well firstly, I'm a really nervous person."
"Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting your nails."
"And I don't like going out. I'm a hermit."
"Except to your best friends' houses, or to the animal shelter, or to me."
"And I'm dead inside."
"Says the boy who hides his tears at the sight of an injured puppy."
"I do not."
"Yes, you do."
"Anyway, I'm not always nice to you. In fact, I really don't do enough."
"You're right. Except yo
Never AgainThe rain boy had sworn that he would never again smile. His eyes always soaked the oceans with tears from his past and his heart was always dark and locked to anyone who could try and help him. His world had become so bleak and dark, that he stood in rooms of people that were a blur past him and a guitar that just no longer played.Never Again in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So when the sunshine girl met the rain boy, for a second, the world stood still. In that tiny little balcony, where there was only space for two, the sunshine girl asked the rain boy, "When was the last time you smiled?"
The rain boy was startled for a second at someone talking to him, but he answered anyway, "I think it was ten years ago."
"Is that because someone broke your heart?"
"It is because more than one person broke my heart."
"Oh." She paused for a moment, but looked up again, her eyes dancing like star like diamonds "Well, just because someone broke your heart, it doesn't mean that they should become the hero of your story."
A Snowfall CandlelitMy version of winter has always been flawed. It is controlled by the fall of snow and the exact amount of the ground it covers. It never ever covers the tiny little patch in the garden, right near the broken tin roofed shed. I suppose that is why I just like the idea of snow. But I do not love it.A Snowfall Candlelit in Free Verse More Like This
(Realisation: I suppose that little corner represents the only part of me that even I cannot love.)
I met a man with candle lit wolf eyes and a strong, warm lion heart, who tells me Sea God stories before disappearing into a cold, cold winter's morning, fog cloaking his very essence.
(Addendum: Sometimes I think of five a.m. coffee, and wonder if your smile didn't hold all of winter's warmth in it, whether I would still be liking the idea of it.)
He lights candles and turns my room into a place of sanctity and prayer often. It makes the love making ironic in a way, I suppose. But nothing he ever does fails to intrigue the very fabric that my cotton soul is made of.
FaithI love your belief in God.Faith in Free Verse More Like This
Not because it matches mine.
Because it makes you even more beautiful to me.
You are the dream I always wanted, but never had.
(God likes to surprise me. Well, consider me surprised.)
It makes me want to sleep every single night by your side.
I want to wrap my prayers around you.
I want to press my lips to the segments of your body.
If you asked, I would rest my head besides yours
and dream your nightmares for you.
(You shudder in your sleep. I don't think you know.)
In faith, I'll be your dreamcatcher.
In dreams, let me wish all your nightmares away
UndeservedI don't deserve to be an artist.Undeserved in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know how to hold deep meaningful conversations with strangers.
I don't lament at night about a lover I have lost.
I don't watch the white smoke ebb into darkness.
I don't spend lonely nights admiring the true beauty of the world.
I don't sleep restlessly from the truth of suffering within this world.
I don't lie through my smiles or struggle to create them.
But I do think I am a writer.
I am completely, irreparably damaged.
I cry all night over old words and emotional baggage.
I weep over my lost innocence.
I spend nights wishing for skin against my own
I long for insomnia to inspire me.
I beg for worlds to collide so I can breathe.
So am I writer really?
Or just another misguided artist?
Astrologically Challenged“We need to ta- what are you looking at?”Astrologically Challenged in Free Verse More Like This
"Oh...but I thought you didn't like them."
“Actually, I hate horoscopes. They lie every single damned time.”
“Not to me they don’t.”
“Sure. You were saying something.”
“We need to break up.”
“I fell in love with you before you were the boy who sang about my problems in your songs, and before you tried to evolve me into your version of a better me and before I saw how you treated your neighbour’s dog and before I knew how much you believed in horoscopes.”
“What’s wrong with horoscopes?”
“Nothing, except for the fact that you never really thought of it as a novel idea that you share the same day as one twelfth of the world.”
“Well you aren’t-”
“I’m not so perfect myself, I know. You loved me better before you read my poetry and understood how damage
Love as an AsthmaticI snatch my breath after we kissLove as an Asthmatic in Free Verse More Like This
because I want to feel you
in my wheezing, useless lungs
not just a craving
a desperate need
in the physical urge
to breathe you in,
make your mystical secrets
a part of my body.
LustHis hands have a habit of finding my hip bones,Lust in Free Verse More Like This
trailing his river like fingers along my stone smooth skin,
his lips do not move, his mouth tells me stories.
Mine spend their time
tracing the length and breadth
of his back in kisses*
We travel through lands that never existed
before we touched them
At temperatures far exceeding in Fahrenheit
If only we could understand
how lust and geography
make such divinely sinful bedmates.
* One hundred and sixteen
Body Speak, Mouth Don't."I need a favour. You got a minute?"Body Speak, Mouth Don't. in Free Verse More Like This
No. No I don't.
My heart feels ripped out of my chest and trampled on too often.
My ears open to screams in the morning.
My eyes close crying every night.
My mind always turns dreams into nightmares.
My lungs contract too soon for me to catch my breath.
My worries far outweigh my years.
My brain feels overworked, overwrought, so tired.
My stomach cramps every night and I curl up in pain.
My knees weaken often but I'm still standing.
My mouth goes dry and I can't speak.
My hands dampen because I have too much to think about.
My bones feel weaker than they ever have before.
But I don't think it's anything to be worried about, really.
"Sure. How can I help you?"
If only I couldI long to take away your nightmaresIf only I could in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To whisper I love you
To tear away the heartache
That follows everything you do
If I could take away your pain
It would only be enough
Just to show you to the light
Of something else to love
If I could remove the passing darkness
That fills deep inside your soul
I would want it to be enough
To finally make you whole
If I could share one more moment
Just listening to you laugh
I'd climb the highest mountain
Or tickle a giraffe
I know that every moment
You try to hide your pain
I just wish there was something
To take you from the rain
If I could find it, I promise
Straight from my heart
To lead you far away from that
And out of the dark
I'd do my best to find you
your own special peace
If only you'd take my hand
I'd try to make it cease
I won't make you follow
I'd let you come and see
I'd try... If you'd let me..
Taking back my lifeI woke up todayTaking back my life in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Things are starting to be ok
The pain is fleeing away
After I got out the things I needed to say
Walking along the path
Away from the internal wrath
Looking forward to the suns bath
Finding a way to laugh
Remembering why I'm here
Walking past my fear
Returning to those so dear
Who've been wanting me near
Turning away from pain
Smiling into the sweet rain
Quit looking for something to blame
Finding my way again
Smiling because life can be so sweet
Realizing it as I get on my feet
No longer dwelling on this internal beat
Letting myself feel loves heat
Holding my loved ones close to me
Realizing that they're what's important see
Taking control over what I want to be
Standing up for myself and becoming free
No more dwelling on stupid things
Letting go all those unrealistic dreams
Rewarding happiness brings
No more conspiring strings
Finally freeing my heart
Allowing myself to start
Loving myself enough to rebuild this part
Teaching myself love's art
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
Mis-timedI look into your eyes, see the passions that you hideMis-timed in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So many things you'd say, if your hands weren't tied
It's always been the timing, that keeps us far away
When you want me closer, I'm afraid to stay
And just when I've changed my mind
Those hands that held me tight re-bind
And so the circle'd dance follows it's chosen path
The broken pieces of the heart, more then we both hath
Our hearts are always closer, then we like to admit
But the way things are now, perhaps it's time to quit
I'm tired of the fighting, and the way things seem to be
The soft look in your eyes hurts, when you see into me
It's like you fear our closeness, but long for it as well
Almost a painful ending, like a broken twisted spell
Your arms you wrap around me, holding on so tight
But deep inside, you push me back an internal fight
When sleep has claimed your eyes, you hold me so dear
But when you're awake, you push me back in fear
I feel drawn to protect you, and to run away so far
Chasing after you, is like chasi
A wish for the worldI'll cease allowing anger to follow meA wish for the world in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll cease allowing sadness to torment thee
I'll find a way to soar above
On the wings of golden love
I'll be the wish and the dream
I'll be your sweetest thing
I will find the place to go
Where my knowledge will finally show
I will be the one who seeks them
I'll search for the pearls within
Seeking their special abilities out
Teaching them this special route
I'll let go of those who play the fool
I'll live by my own life's rule
I'll be the hermit hard to find
Unless you've got the keenest mind
The higher I fly into the sky
The sooner I'll understand why
Things have come to this pass
Like tiny blades of green grass
The ways that things had piled on
No more can this continue, I'm gone
It's time to show the way again
I have no more time, I've already been
I've waited and watched this game
Knowing this special name
Watching as some fell behind
Trying to fight, hoping they'd find
Yet trapped they lay in their chains
Nothing changes, nothing gains
A questionMy eyes entreat an answerA question in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Honest and true
Waiting for the words to pass
From only you
I deserve to know from you
What you truly think
No more games and questions
No more instinct
I can't wait much longer
To know what you feel
I want to understand this
I want to know it's real
I can't find the courage today
To ask you once again
My heart is open and vulnerable
I still don't know when
I wait for words to cross over
The space and time of one
Who moves with an Earth's pace
But shines like the sun
My lips no longer able to speak
My heart wants to be numb
The worries pile up today
But I won't run
I deserve my answer no matter
What it is
Will you hear my question
Will you answer this?
Please don't wait much longer
The waiting stills my soul
I just want a simple answer
It's all I need to know...
Betrayal is never fineWhenever I needed you you weren't thereBetrayal is never fine in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You always tell me you do but you don't really care
I've wasted my time making things right
I've cried myself to sleep for the last night
I'm always making the effort while you walk away
I'm never important enough, to care about today
I deserve far better a friend
Then someone who is never there in the end
You've said your last goodbye
I've given up wanting to try
I never really existed anyway
I was never important enough to stay
You always chose people who didn't care
People who were never really there
You always said we were friends to the end
Well this is the bitter end my friend
You fail again and again
I've been to the lowest point I can
You once again turned and ran
So much for friendship and trust
If it hadn't been for someone else, I'd be dust
Your excuses will do you no good anymore
I've already slammed closed the door
You fail at the things that I need most
Find someone else to share your next toast
DownfallDownfall in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONSYour life is headed for a disastrous end.PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONS in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone will die.
That is a fact.
You will die.
Your friends will die.
Everyone you know will die.
These are indisputable facts.
Your body will break down and crash in one way or another.
Your heart will stop.
Your brain synapses will cease firing.
100% guaranteed termination.
You and everyone you know has less than 122 years left.
The oldest person alive was 122.
Oldest person alive now is 115.
Death should be your number one enemy.
Do not accept it.
Do not welcome it.
The question is - are you willing to extend, improve your life and the lives of those you love?
Why haven't you done it yet? Do you think it's impossible?
Flying for us was impossible until airplanes were built.
Now, the question is- how do we stop the personal catastrophe of death?
The logical answer is - science!
We can slow death down using modern medicine, and we can stop and reverse some accidental causes of death.
Aging is one cause that we cannot currentl
Overcast.Overcast is beautifulOvercast. in Free Verse More Like This
The sky, a solid slate of gray
Untouched but imperfect
With rain drizzling down all day
I love to take walks when the weather gets like this
It contains a certain calm that the sun will often miss
But even as I'm walking
Dark thoughts will give me trouble
I pause and look down at my own face
Reflected in the puddle
The contours are correct, that is my face, those are my eyes
But it's the soul behind them I don't recognize
And a tear streaks down my cheek
As a smile parts my lips
Even on a day like this
When there's no reason to hide
I still see
A complete stranger inside.
A Click Away.If you're feeling lonelyA Click Away. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or if you're just having a bad day
I'm here for you to talk to
I'm just a click away.
Who cares where all the time goes
As long as it's well spent?
I can be your punching bag
I can listen while you vent.
If you want advice
I can give you my two cents
I can help you through the hard times
When you're back is to the fence
There's nothing like a friend
Who won't judge you by your scars
Emotional or physical
They don't tell me who you are
Only what you've been through
So if you're feeling down
Or any other way
I'm here for you to talk to, and
I'm just a click away.
About Her.In the middle of a long forgotten fieldAbout Her. in Free Verse More Like This
Made beautiful by her presence
She sits under the willow
Counting hour after hour
As she waits for the sun to sink under the horizon
A pen whisks it's way across the page
Etching words she cannot verbalize
Filling up the empty spaces in her heart
Explaining the distance in her eyes
Velvet night engulfs her world
A notebook, a pen, and a
She lays her companions down beside her
And turns her tearful gaze up to the sky
Thinking, "Night's like this are worth the pain.
The stars don't know how much joy they bring."
Little did she know
They were thinking
The same thing.
What I Meant.*Accidentally bumps into you*What I Meant. in Free Verse More Like This
-What I said-
Oh, I’m so sorry..!
-What I meant-
I just wanted an excuse to hold your hand
Cause even though I do the very best that I can
I can’t face this world alone
There’s too much I don’t understand
*Accidentally holds your hand*
-What I said-
Is everything alright?
-What I meant-
What should I do if I can’t tell between
The reality of life or if it’s just a dream?
I can tell the world is real enough
It’s just not as pretty as it seems
*Accidentally hugs you*
-What I said-
Are you okay?
-What I meant-
I guess I never wanted to believe
That something I helped create
That I thought was more than beautiful
Could be so capable of hate
*Accidentally kisses you*
-What I meant to say instead-
So prove me wrong
And say it’s not too late
Or too bad, or no good and that
There’s still room for one more clean slate
Because another se
Coming BackYou looked at me with sunset eyesComing Back in Free Verse More Like This
Teeming with an ocean’s depth
Waves were crashing down your cheeks
Tears you should have never wept
And I heard a sound I’ll not forget
The slamming front door as you left
In shock I waited as tragedy unfurled
Denial settled into the silence of my world
Without a glance or shallow sigh
You left me here with no goodbye
But in my heart there grew an ache
A pain that, most nights, keeps me awake
And now I finally realize
What I saw in those shining eyes
Not the sunset; the sunrise
So this was never a goodbye
This was letting go.
And now I’m coming back.
Just One KissI hate that there will always beJust One Kiss in Free Verse More Like This
A lingering regret
An ache set so deep inside me
I cannot forget
I turned away as my thoughts strayed
“What chances have I missed?”
I don’t want one more regret
To add among the list
I need to know what could’ve been
What could become of this
I’ll take my chances, no regrets
For just one kiss…
Between what I feel and I say
Is what I don’t understand
You say it’s better this way
This is not what I had planned
I watched as you just walked away
“What chances have I missed?”
I’ll add just one more regret
To the top of the list
I need to know if you can see
There was something more to this
I’ll take my chances, no regrets
For just one kiss…
To taste your kiss…
Just one kiss…
AlmostThis place brings back so many memoriesAlmost in Free Verse More Like This
Each one reminding me what I had
Sometimes, I can’t stand it and I fall to my knees
I can’t believe I had perfection…
And I just let it slip away.
I wish I could tell you, but I don’t know what you’d say
You were my best friend, my everything
You were a part of me and I let you get away
So much for meaning every word that you say…
I wish I could tell you how right you were
I should’ve treated you better and been more mature
But you opened my eyes though it hurt me sometimes
To see how much we were falling apart…
Neither one of us tried; I wish you didn’t just leave
It kills me not knowing what I should feel
Or what to believe
But you probably won’t see this, not this time
And you’ll never know how much this has torn me apart…
Wonder.Do you fear your own death?Wonder. in Free Verse More Like This
Is it hard to conceive?
Draw in your last breath, then-
Your last breath will leave.
Isn't it strange to think,
That there's a timer above your head?
A countdown you can't see,
That finishes when you're dead.
Don't you ever wonder,
What it'll be like when you're gone?
I bet the world will keep on spinning.
There will be another dawn.
But the harsh reality behind it-
We're all going to die.
There's no reason to try to fight it
Not even to question why.
It makes me wish that I could have a little more to give,
Because I'm not afraid of how I'll die...
I'm afraid of how I'll
I Feel Your AbsenceWe will not be sharing a kiss tonightI Feel Your Absence in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And no one else’s lips will ever do
Patience is a virtue, not a hindrance
It will be a pleasure waiting for you
Though I’m in love with your body and soul
And dream of a shared passion between us
I’ll wait to hear your body sing my name
There can indeed be innocence in lust
Alas, I cannot dance with you tonight
As we find ourselves many miles apart
But still you dance around my cluttered mind
Quickstep to the beat of my hollow heart
Though I’m in love with your past and present
I shall slowly remove the hurt and hate
Replacing it with a loving future
In accordance with my belief in fate
A pain that only you can imagine
To be apart, now that our love has grown
And arms feeling as empty as my soul
When I can’t cradle your quivering bones
Though I now wonder how I ever coped
In the days, months and years before you came
I feel lucky to have you in my life
So for this absence I cannot complain
19 Years OldI was just nineteen years old19 Years Old in Free Verse More Like This
When I cut myself in two
The boy I wanted them to see
And the boy they never knew
Hid my hollow bones away
I've been hiding ever since
Yes, you may see the odd smile
But only ever a glimpse
But my heart was never broken
It was born in several pieces
And with every passing year
The size of the segments decreases
I was just nineteen years old
When I died for the first time
I did not cope so well
With leaving my childhood behind
I didn't want to face up
To these wretched bent back blues
But will I give in to the struggle?
No, with respect I refuse
See my grandfather gave me
The stubborn heart of an ox
I will die before I collapse
A coward I am not
UxoricideI find myself stood above my sleeping beautyUxoricide in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her perfume fragranced pillow clenched in my hand
I’m counting each of her breaths down from ten to one
Then I’ll smother my silked skinned lover as planned
It’s for the best this way as no blood shall be shed
Just that of my erratically beating heart
My feelings I dismiss, I plant a farewell kiss
Upon her furrowed forehead as she departs
Oh my darling, why did you weave this web of lies
And why did you bring in to question my trust
Catapulting us from the innocence of love
In to such unbearable levels of lust
How on earth do I maintain this downward pressure
On your winsome face when your skin feels so soft
Indeed today was a bad day, you turned me on
With regret, it's far too late to turn me off
Now I find myself stood under the cold shower
Trying to wash the last seven years away
All the lies and chameleonic disguises
Follow my pride in a whirlpool down the drain
It's for best this way, now maybe I’ll begin to lead
BlackI always wear the colour blackBlack in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As it reflects my inner mood
Black is the absence of colour
Now I feel the absence of you
Black is my inert, withered heart
Immobilised since you’ve been gone
A vacuous hole of nothing
Lifeless, vapid and monochrome
Black is the frayed material
Of the grim reaper’s deathly cloak
So in the darkest evening sky
You would never see his approach
Black is the colour and the shade
Of the star speckled, moonlit sky
And the shadow which you once cast
In the early morning sunshine
Black is my weeping mascara
As down my face the tears will stream
From the little puddles of ink
My pupils nowhere to be seen
Black are those things I've gazed upon
With my sorrowful eyes shut tight
Even rainbows become polluted
Within the filth of my mind’s eye
Black is how I’m feeling today
But should I not be feeling blue
Like my blood before you cut it red
Like your blood before I cut you
Black is t
Tragic AuthorI’m looking forward to being a tragic authorTragic Author in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’ll sit on a cloud with no silver lining
And become the male equivalent of a spinster
With words as my spouse and books as my offspring
At least then it is I who will control the outcome
For the lives of my heroes and heroines
And since I’ll not be afforded a happy ending
The least I can do is to give one to them
The Lord said ‘no’ to my happily ever after
Perhaps to inspire my imagination
A hollowed out heart is an ideal home after all
For my mind’s perpetual inspiration
I’m looking forward to being a tragic author
I’m such a devoted, hopeless romantic
Devoted in the sense I should have been committed
And hopeless as I took our love for granted
I dare you to keep the anguish and torment coming
As it will serve to inspire my greatest work
Assuming my heart pumps love more efficiently than pain
And my mind can refrain from going berserk
Now I sit in frustration with my parchment paper
The ink o
Repulsive By DesignLet me tell you this my friendRepulsive By Design in Free Verse More Like This
And I will tell you no more
If my passion is your crime
Then your love should be my law
I’m the exception to the rule
And the end of this blood line
I should hang my head in shame
I am repulsive by design
Allow me to elucidate
And I will tell you no lie
I am charged with being charmless
And I have no alibi
Feloniously you broke my heart
One chamber at a time
Though I’d expect nothing less
I am repulsive by design
Beware of the broken hearted
Indeed consider with caution
Repulsion cleansed my sorry soul
Such a spiritual abortion
But when a full term of sorrow
And low self esteem combine
I still remain unloveable
I am repulsive by design
The Deepest Depths of BlueThe chain of events that followed your birthThe Deepest Depths of Blue in Free Verse More Like This
Were as tumultuous as each twisted link
Your mind was wired for the written word
But under no circumstances should you think
As the decreasing circles of sanity
Will ripple through your infant mind
The soul can't escape your hollow bones
Until you leave those thoughts behind
You feel trapped inside your grey matter
But freedom will be yours in the end
Once you realise that you are a miracle
That'll never be repeated again
Open your eyes to the beauty of the truth
That there is a reality worth seeing
And dive into the deepest depths of blue
Of your soul, your essence, your being
God GivenThe crack became a creviceGod Given in Free Verse More Like This
The crevice became a hole
Invited my mortal remains
To part company with my soul
God has given me these hands
To create beautiful art
It's not for me to say when
This earthly plane I shall depart
The tears became a torrent
The torrent became a flood
I was drowning in sorrow
I sought the buoyancy of good
God has given me these thoughts
To stimulate and inspire
With rhetorical reasoning
Until my bones can retire
The thought became a feeling
The feeling became the truth
Faith alone was now enough
Beyond the search for proof
God has given me this mind
So who am I to question
When He has granted me free will
To follow my own direction
I Was On A CloudI was the boy who remained silentI Was On A Cloud in Free Verse More Like This
Through those weeks, months and years
Watching the tide begin to rise
From all of your fallen tears
A tide of insecurity
That in time became so deep
It would set about draining you
Of all the secrets that you keep
I was the boy who remained mute
I watched your life unfold from above
As you were shattered with pain
And given false hope with love
So many times I was tempted
To come and heal my angels pain
But up above in the blue sky
For now at least I would remain
I was the boy who stayed silent
A hush so deafeningly loud
You were never alone though
Princess, I was on a cloud
I watched as all of these things
Came to pass down below
And why didn't I intervene?
I had faith that alone you would grow
You Are Now GonePerhaps you were my oxygenYou Are Now Gone in Free Verse More Like This
As without you I cannot breathe
Stars reminded me of your eyes
My love, why did you have to leave?
So out of the blue you left me
In to black my fragile heart broke
A thousand lost words were exchanged
Yet not one single word was spoke
I'm focusing on my time piece
I've given you peace for some time
Though love is clearly black and white
Friendship is harder to define
It's the shades of grey that haunt me
Those seeds of love we didn't sow
The memories we never made
Our bloom that has refused to grow
The pressure I feel without you
This volcano shall soon erupt
But I will implode silently
This was no ordinary love
You were my best friend; a tonic
An antidote to all that was wrong
You said you would never leave me
Your silence says you are now gone