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
saving hope.tangled within heaven's gilded lies,saving hope. in Free Verse More Like This
you sleep choking on the decay of
a thousand perfumed promises
you are a wildfire: something crazed,
something feral, something dying
slowly with every poisoned breath
you are dissolving as fast as you're
forming, leaving silt and cells strewn
haphazardly in your saltwater wake
you are a supernova: igniting the skies,
setting the constellations aflame with
the final beat of your unruly heart
oh, and i am nothing more than a
simple maiden wading into the
murky waters of your destruction
i am nothing more than a foolish
girl attempting to sing hymns that
will lull your demons to sleep
you see, i am trusting i have the
strength to hold your continents
together when i am falling apart
i am hoping i have the faith
to keep your soul from eroding
when i am frayed and fading
i am closing my eyes, opening my heart and
i am praying i can save you from yourself
i am praying i can save you
i am praying
i am praying
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
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
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
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
Wake up loveHush now,Wake up love in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry the dream must end.
It's time to wake up
and face the world.
Reality is harsh,
the people are cold,
that's how it is
and you must wake up.
For you have been asleep long enough.
Time to wake love,
and be with your people
they wait for you
and have never given up.
You can't let them down.
The alarm's going off,
and reality is waiting.
You are only human
and cannot do much
but everyone is important
and life is waiting just for you.
Can you hear their cries?
And the bellows of pain?
You can stop them
but only if you wake up.
It's time to wake up love,
and face the world.
They cry for your return
and you can't let them down.
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.
DrugNo needles touch skin,Drug in Free Verse More Like This
nor any pills,
or even inhaled.
they remain away,
away from this harsh Earth.
They stare out windows
seeing things that aren't there
talking to myths and legends.
So far, far away
then we ever
could even think.
Thoughts on paper,
images scrawled down
in hasty markings.
Things said and drawn
that never have been before.
How do they keep going
without being grounded
to this dark Earth.
Yet they are here,
more than we ever think
seeing things that others never can.
They are writers and artists
using something that we have forgotten
seeing and hearing
with their imagination.
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.
FaithFaith in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the faith of a child
complete trust in purest form
has no boundaries
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
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
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
Running Away"What are you afraid of?" He had asked her as they lay there, under a bay window that showed a velvet black sky, sprinkled with sparkling diamonds. After a few minutes, a hand reached out and took his. He looked down at the soft hand, paper white with rivulets of sapphire under the skin. It had never occurred to him just how much he loved her hands until now.Running Away in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Would you like the truth? Or will a lie suffice?" A dulcet voice whispered. She had still not turned to look at him, but her hand in his remained strong.
"The truth." He always asked her for the truth. He didn't want rubies of falsehood, of lies, to ruin what they had taken so long to build. He understood them to be a diamond, and the truth to be their diamond cutter, pulling away pretenses that shouldn't exist. And so, her voice lifted slowly.
"I'm afraid of the door when it shuts out the light. I'm afraid of the jolt my heart makes every time you look at me. I'm afraid of the park bench where my mother and I used to sit and don
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?
I'm Not the Marrying KindI'm not the marrying kind.I'm Not the Marrying Kind in Free Verse More Like This
I have stones in my hair instead of flowers,
And a rosebush of thorns is more poignant to me.
I'm not the marrying kind.
My words aren't pretty or wise,
And I can't sing about anything but a broken heart.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am the sort of damaged you see in an old recorder,
And the kind of old in an instrument that breaks into a billion pieces at a touch.
I'm not the marrying kind.
Neither neat, nor tidy, nor correct in my behavior,
And yes, I did in fact tell you to fuck yourself.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I do not stay silent in arguments,
And I like to lie compulsively, just to see your face change.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am not the ideal of any lady, nor her likes,
And I do not allow any man to walk all over me.
No. I am not the marrying kind.
But I do like the idea of a little girl with her mo
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?"
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
ObsessionIt takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day. Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.Obsession in Emotional More Like This
You leave your door open an exact two point three centimeters. I don't think you do it on purpose. There is something wrong with the wood that has left it that way. I pause one foot outside the door and listen to you cough, trying to determine how sick you feel today. I hate that every time I think you are particularly ill, I am always right.
Six months, seventeen days and fourteen hours. That is how long its been since the doctors told us you had an illness. I sat there with your parents, listening to a man who said words like 'terminal' and 'leukemia', and counted the number of times he said 'patient' as if it were your name (Seventeen).
The blood bank says one unit is four hundred and fifty milliliters and I watch as they put the needle into my ar
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
Moonlit AngelSoftly the moonlight covers himMoonlit Angel in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His eyes stare intently into mine again
His soft wings wrapped around me
Seeing into the depths of my soul
The things that make me whole
The love I carry deep inside
For those soft moonlit covered eyes
I would give my life to touch him
To feel his warmth surrounding me again
His heart I long to capture
His wings always surrounding my heart
As he holds me so close
That soft sweet smile he shares with me
The touch that breathes the life in me
I've turned the cornerI've turned the corner, I'm not looking backI've turned the corner in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All along I've followed the wrong map
I've let my heart break over such little things
Blowing them out of proportion it seems
Time to wake up and do what's right
Stop falling down and losing sight
Look in the mirror and try to like who I see
No more hating what's staring back at me
I can do this, I know I must
I owe it to my children not to turn to dust
Build back the structure and take back my life
No more failing myself and giving into strife
Let the winds blow and fires burn
I won't fall down, I refuse to return
To that horrid place that I fell into before
I'll raise up the drawbridge and close the door
I'm better then I think I am
I have to believe this, I know I can
I'll rise from the ashes of the weakened pyre
Like a Phoenix, I'll burn with inner fire
I'll regain my strength and awaken desire
No more shall I dwell in the darkened night
I'll step into the sun and right into the light
Sweet intentionsCradling your face in my handsSweet intentions in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Kissing your soft lips
Trailing my fingers across your neck
Whispering words of love
Slowly your lips caress mine
I'm drawn to your embrace
My heart singing a new song
Our fingers exploring the new terrain
Softly our hands do entwine
Our thoughts seem as one
Moving closer as we sway
Rhythmic attentions we play
Faster and slower our pace moves on
As we find our muse
No more holding back our silent wish
To never be torn away
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
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
The Year in reviewI sought to touch and understandThe Year in review in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not feel such strong demand
I sought to focus will and thought
Perhaps I did more then I ought
Burning down and burning out
Trying to discover what life was about
Falling down. Trying to stand
No where safe to really land
Giving up and fighting back
Trying to just keep track
Till there was nothing left
Screaming out for some peace
Some sort of release
Faster, slower the pace kept on
Never knowing how long
Feeling elation and the depth of pain
Back and forth all over again
Circles of past, present and beyond
Patterns of waves in the pond
And then I sought the light
Still feel like giving up the fight
Not sure what I can give
Struggling to just live
Failing, moving, soaring, fall
Staring at another wall
Breaking through and falling down
Emotions to often drown
Waking, trying, shaking, fear
And that's only been this year..
It Won't Rain Every DayThe fowl weather may suit your moodIt Won't Rain Every Day in Free Verse More Like This
Blackened clouds might have their way
When things look bleak we tend to brood
But it won't rain every day
Personal storm clouds block your sight
Every thought you think is blue
Dreary skies hold back the warm suns light
Sometime soon it will get through
If sunlight cuts through mourning skies
It's quite likely more will follow
Rainbows will smile if the sky cries
Brilliant warmth fills hearts so hollow
Biting rain may come back for a while
Jealous storms could hide the sun
Please don't let the raindrops steal your smile
If they do you'll come undone
Though the weather may not match your mood
You can be warmed from within
If you smile then black clouds may brood
Rain can flow down your thick skin
Beneath The Weeping WillowThis willow stands beside a lakeBeneath The Weeping Willow in Free Verse More Like This
A lake of wasted tears
The man beneath it may not wake
He's known this place for years
Those wasted teardrops gave it life
This valley he calls pain
A gloomy land that lives on strife
Each fresh wound brings the rain
The weeping willow cries for him
He won't cry for himself
Nostalgic light has grown so dim
His life sits on the shelf
This wasteland is his hiding place
A place that is his own
His isolation saving grace
Within it he lies prone
Beneath the willow this man dreams
He lives without a care
No one can hear his silent screams
This life is his nightmare
Breathing Agony Like AirVicious winds cut through the nightBreathing Agony Like Air in Free Verse More Like This
Your peace now lays in tatters
Uncanny lightning tears the sky
Things are dark when the light matters
You've got your back against the wall
Phantoms lurk in the corner
Will you endure your chilling thoughts
Or just cling to bleak disorder
The stale air gives birth to ghosts
Thoughts bring your fears to life
Biting cold words you cannot speak
And it cuts deep like a knife
Your docile blankets smother you
But the warmth can't reach inside
You can't find the fire within the flame
But then again you've never tried
Night after night the storm will scream
Branches will scratch at your window
You live your nightmare wide awake
It's a fact you've learned to swallow
But the darkened blinds keep out the light
The closed window stops fresh air
Your comfortable heart clings to the pain
Though you do you do not care
Synthetic EmotionsAll that I feel has been made up of shardsSynthetic Emotions in Free Verse More Like This
Broken pieces of things I once knew
These unnatural signals now mess with my head
What was once red has now become blue
Everything that I see doesn't seem to be real
Though it looks right its just not the same
Maybe I'm just asleep and its all just a dream
Or did I grab something I couldn't tame
Artificial emotions have me coming undone
When I breathe all the air tastes like plastic
All the colors seem off and things just don't feel right
Every voice in my head sounds sarcastic
Is this some strange state I've somehow stitched together
Fragile thoughts now refuse to connect
Have I been blind so long I can no longer see
Will my own heart I have to dissect
If it all comes together I hope things will change
As I'd hate to live like a machine
Being numb to it all doesn't feel go for long
This blank state I could not have foreseen
Find The RealBright spider webs divert my gazeFind The Real in Free Verse More Like This
I fear I see too much
Each future hides behind thick haze
Maybe I'm out of touch
These roads I tread have no appeal
This labyrinth leads me on
Once I get through I'll find the real
Until then I'll walk on
Just for a moment things make sense
But then I start to doubt
Against life's pull there's no defense
I'll have to choose a route
In time the smoke begins to clear
Confusion fades away
I can't move on if chained by fear
I'll have to seize the day
And though a voice told me to stop
I went on and broke through
This worn out lifeline I can drop
The same maze could trap you
I Dream Of Never Waking UpDepressing thoughts just weigh me downI Dream Of Never Waking Up in Free Verse More Like This
All hope I've left behind
Beneath the surface I may drown
Yet I don't seem to mind
It seems we've all been born to die
We live to fade away
Eternal rest we can't deny
Dark facts we must obey
Into the depths I dive each night
Each day feels like a dream
Inside the tunnel things look bright
Things aren't quite what they seem
The sun may rise but I don't care
Maybe I've gone and died
This wasted breath I'll never share
God knows I've never tried
But in the end I'm still not sure
Why do I carry on
Each empty day is pure torture
My will to live is gone
Welcome to the MasqueradeA crumbling mask won't hide your flawsWelcome to the Masquerade in Free Verse More Like This
Sharp words lay carved in stone
Your beating heart won't let you pause
Those broken dreams lay prone
These shattered blades won't cut so deep
They'll shed that skin so smooth
Infected wounds won't let you sleep
Black eyes aren't here to sooth
Your gentle hands are stained with paint
You hide those marks you've made
The mask you wear displays a saint
You live this pale charade
White powdered wigs will not betray
Red lips will fuel their lust
Your fragile lies are on display
Dark bonds aren't made to rust
Your shackled wrists will hold you down
Cold words invade your dreams
In crimson tears you'll learn to drown
Real souls won't hear your screams
The Romance That Cannot BeDepth is scarce in this shallow worldThe Romance That Cannot Be in Free Verse More Like This
True romance is hard to find
And I don't mean the romanticized crap
To the truth I'm not so blind
I mean the depth my age group wants to have
But are far to wild to tame
Many get caught up in pointless ties
They play love just like a game
They don't seek the depth my insides crave
So alone I'll have to wait
Maybe I see too deep for my age
My tired heart tears at the gate
Though I see the door I can't walk through
Not until they leave the start
Maybe someday soon they'll all catch up
They'll mature inside their heart
Until then my romance just can't be
No I can't turn back the page
Once you've seen this much your eyes won't close
Naive acts I just can't stage
Something Called PersonalityBlind eyes are filled with puppy loveSomething Called Personality in Free Verse More Like This
They've got that one way vision
Maybe in the time they'll the truth
Right now they're way too driven
It sucks to watch your friend give chase
When all the prey has is looks
Beneath the surface things aren't so pretty
A lost cause won't feel the hooks
Such a charming mannequin won't satisfy
Although acting is their specialty
This supposed gem lacks something big
A little something called personality
Why waste your time with something fake
Go meet someone who's real
Dive into someone with actual depth
Not a construction made of steel
Hope words like these will sink in deep
And that your good friend learns
It hurts for them to go through this
Though misplaced love still burns
Sick Or SaneEverything I built up slowly crumbles awaySick Or Sane in Free Verse More Like This
All the lights in my head have gone out
The poison within numbs my heart to the pain
A tired voice in my head starts to shout
But it just doesn't matter how loud I may scream
After all its all locked in my head
Am I fading away just like all of my dreams
Do I still breathe or am I long dead
Now my tired hands are trembling as I try to push through
Why I'm trying I no longer know
Everything I held dear is now wasting away
Should I hold on or should I let go
Am I sick in the head or is this just me
Honestly I can't tell anymore
What I do understand is that somethings not right
How did these broken thoughts pierce my core
Now I'm trying to crawl my way through the debris
I've been searching these ruins for myself
An emotional earthquake has torn me apart
I just hope I'll escape with my health