A ThingI want to eat soap so it will burn my throat,A Thing in Free Verse More Like This
So I can feel the stinging pain,
As it slides right through me,
Will it clean the dirt from my mind?
Will it make me all better and clean again?
Will it help me find the real you?
I just want to feel something more,
So I can say I felt it,
Whether it is pleasure or pain,
I will know that it is real.
I can't always tell if I'm even real,
And I'm trying so hard,
Really I'm just grasping at straws,
Trying desperately to think of something,
But I just don't know what to do.
As I lay here dying, I am struggling,
To find even the smallest,
Most insignificant reason,
Why my life might be worth something,
For the life of me, I can't think of a thing.
Not even one single insignificant thing,
That makes the air I breathe worth taking in,
I am just worthless and useless,
And I only wanted to feel something,
One last time before the end.
If I could choke on my tears as I cry them,
I'd only be thinking of you,
And it's so awkward,
And it hurts me so fuc
VomitI hate being a prisoner in my own body,Vomit in Free Verse More Like This
I hate feeling like I'm not good enough,
I'll never be good enough for you,
And if I keep waiting I'll lose my mind.
Instead of looking at what I'm not,
I'm going to make myself what I can be,
Maybe I can't be what I want to be,
But I can try to come as close as I can.
I'm so tired of feeling like I have to hide,
People always show each other pictures,
The way they look doesn't matter,
But they're pretty and skinny and glamorous.
Me? I feel like nothing most of the time,
I want to be young and thin and pretty,
To look like everyone else does,
I feel so bad being the way I am all the time.
I don't want to be something I'm not,
That's just the thing, this is not the real me,
I want to be the one I am inside,
What I'm meant to be is not what I am.
And most of the time I feel so hollow,
I need to be able to hide behind the pain,
Like I'm leaning over the edge, itching to jump,
Until the one day when it finally feels right.
BetterYou tried so hard to save me,Better in Free Verse More Like This
Only you know you can't,
This dark weight pulls me under,
There will be no survivors.
I know you gave it your all,
And still it wasn't good enough,
Just like everything I try to do.
But the beauty of all this is,
We can fail together,
And create something more powerful,
Isn't that better, in a way?
Having someone to share the pain,
Partake of your misery,
Right along side with you,
It's the answer I'm dying to know.
Things look twisted and distorted,
It takes two eyes to see the truth,
Most people only have one,
What if we were together?
Break AwayTiny dreamers stealing away your heart,Break Away in Free Verse More Like This
Love is not life when it is without art,
Dance with the prince at the ball, for so long,
Never again shall I fall, it's so wrong,
Pride consuming my impure and ragged soul,
Dancing with demons cannot make you whole.
If I were ever given half a chance,
I would save for you this one last dance,
And wait for the clock that would never chime,
Because here, there is no such thing as time,
In a cold, cruel way, you mock me,
Blinded, dead eyes still try to see.
There is nothing that can stop this madness,
Close out my life, and succumb to the sadness,
You make me destroy myself every day,
This pain that is you in my heart will never go away,
Staying here in sickness until the dawn,
Break away, but it is never gone.
Never Look BehindOnce there was an angel,Never Look Behind in Free Verse More Like This
Who liked to look at everything,
With a piercing gaze,
She saw deep into things,
Where others could not fathom.
Every night she would drown,
Wondering what it meant,
That her wings were torn away,
And she fell so far.
Then some people came,
And tore off her wings,
Left her with them broken.
She never looked at her wings,
So she didn't know what color they were,
Because it never mattered to her,
She always assumed they were black,
Like her heart should have been.
She could never look behind her,
Couldn't stand seeing the sight,
Of wicked black tainted wings,
Looming behind her so unmercifully.
Then one day she met someone,
Who told her that her wings were beautiful,
And she didn't believe them.
No matter how much she wanted to believe,
She had lost all faith in anything,
Because of what had happened to her,
The fallen angel who had gone astray,
Was not a believer anymore.
They tried to make her fly,
With wings she thought were broken,
And still she could not loo
Poison Laced LieYeah wellPoison Laced Lie in Free Verse More Like This
Did you ever stop to think?
That maybe it's you?
You should watch,
The things you say,
To me as well.
Words leave your lips,
And they kill me,
I am dying as well.
You are selfish,
Your heart feels hollow.
You are dead to me,
When it's cold and so are you.
You're not the only one,
Ever to be,
Affected by something.
You're not the only one,
Who is able,
To feel pain.
Drip with venom,
Plunging into my heart.
Then you act,
Like you're the victim,
I'm so sick of it.
That's why I can't,
I always know,
Exactly what I'm saying,
When words leave my lips.
It may not always,
Be the truth,
But it's no lie.
For now I'll lick,
Your poison laced lips,
I'll eat your lie.
Even if it makes me sick,
I can't escape my hell,
Maybe you can.
Pressing NeedI'm lonelyPressing Need in Free Verse More Like This
I just want
To talk to someone
But that someone
Acts like something
To talk to
I need you.
Take Me AwayGloomy.Take Me Away in Free Verse More Like This
I am all alone.
No one is there at all,
No one to run to,
When I am alone and afraid,
I get lost in the dark.
I can't hear your whisper,
Who will light my way,
You said you'd always be,
The one who would hold me,
Comfort me through all of it,
I want you
to take me
Keep DancingSuch beautiful, blissful moonlight,Keep Dancing in Free Verse More Like This
Please carry me away,
On your beautiful shores,
Waves chopping at the beach,
I'm chewing on my lip
Every day I want to say,
So much more than I do,
Here I am lost at sea,
No one will rescue me,
Because no one else can
Sensing the smoke,
As it invades my lungs,
From the careless breeze,
I could almost swear,
You were here with me
I know this sounds,
Like something I just say,
But I'm telling the truth,
Not one person in this world,
Has ever loved another,
As much as I love you
Your eyes read the words,
When will you read between the lines?
Nothing ever forms or takes shape,
You will not expect it,
Because it's impossible
So let's just pretend for now,
That it didn't happen,
And let's keep dancing, love
Glass Needles AsphixiationI can't breathe while I'm sitting here,Glass Needles Asphixiation in Free Verse More Like This
Encased in this, my crystal prison,
Hearing your suffering, the silent screams,
As you pound on the outside of the glass.
But I can't hear you and I don't want to,
All I want to do is stay here all alone,
Showering myself with the bits of glass,
That rain down from the sky.
And I can still see you,
But you can't hear my silent screams,
The way I can still feel yours,
Quietly breaking down the door.
Only you forgot one thing, love,
There is no door where I am,
It's just a round room full of corners,
Transparent and visible,
I am exposed but untouchable.
There is no one here but us,
You and I could be together,
If not for the glass wall,
The one you built around me.
This prison was made for two,
But somehow you made it out,
And I'm still trapped on the inside,
Without you, I will die.
Even through the wall, I can't let go,
Glass needles under my skin,
So fragile and hollow, they always break,
I'll die because
I need you like I need air to bre
Best Photo (Photographer NorwayXReader)Lukas smiled in the dark room, watching his developed photos drying on the line. His head tilted he looked over them again, reminiscing about the shoot. He'd been commissioned do, well his job and take photographs at a wedding of his colleague's.Best Photo (Photographer NorwayXReader) in Romance More Like This
Of course the main feature was the bride and groom, and let me tell you the bride was stunning. Her dress was simple, the back however was done up with a close-cut line of buttons. Her curled hair was pinned up with several combs, a big one shaped like a dragon-fly.
The groom looked dashing in his dark suit, his hair slicked back. Lukas had sneaked his way to the front of the aisle, so he could get some pictures of the bride walking to the front, and captured the groom's reaction when he caught sight of his soon-to-be wife.
If he did say so himself, Lukas thought himself to be quite a brilliant photographer, easily able to get some good scenes, but when he saw the one of the bridesmaids he lost his professional self for a moment.
Of course he
Giggles (PrussiaXReader)This is for no one in particular, the link to the video in question is in the description ^^Giggles (PrussiaXReader) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You giggled to yourself as you rewatched the video. The moment came and you rolled around laughing again, almost falling off the sofa. You grinned at your laptop and clicked the replay button again.
Suddenly you felt a very familiar weight on you as you lay on your stomach. Hands crept up under your shirt and rubbed you back. His breath ghosted next to your ear. "So Frau, vhat's all zhe giggling about?"
You grinned again and pointed at your screen. Gil leaned in past your shoulder and watched the video with you and broke down in laughter. "Yeah, Vest, ride zhat rhythm!!" His giggles were infectious and you started laughing uncontrollably again, wiping away your tears.
Ludwig came down the staircase with a question on his face. "Vhat is it?" He picked up your laptop and watched. He face palmed himself and sighed which only made the two of you choke yourselves with laughter. You rolled on the flo
Coming home (IcelandXReader)You sighed heavily, staring out of the train window. The whiteness that covered the land was stunningly beautiful and yet it was annoying you to no end. Because of the snow, your train had been heavily delayed. As such, you couldn’t meet your Iceland boyfriend at the time you’d said. Even though you’d texted him to tell him to get somewhere warm whilst he waited for you, he’d refused.Coming home (IcelandXReader) in Romance More Like This
At first you’d told him just to go home without you and you’d get home somehow. He’d adamantly told you ‘no’ as ‘it was his job to get you home safely’. And now he was even waiting for you on the platform!
He said he didn’t want to chance missing you in any way. Agitatedly, you chewed on your lip. The book you’d bought was lying open on your lap, but you could scarcely concentrate on it, as entertaining as The Hobbit was. You were just too worked up and worried about Emil.
Then again, maybe it hadn’t been a good idea to dr
Pure pt.7 (Demon PrussiaXReader)You stared listlessly out of the window, a couple of grimy patches of glaze distracting you slightly but not enough to stop your worrying. It had been two days already and you hadn’t received word from either of them. Antonio didn’t seem to be that bothered. Well, of course he was concerned about his friends’ well being, but he knew just how strong they were. After all, he’d fought with them many a time, the damage sometimes being quite dangerous.Pure pt.7 (Demon PrussiaXReader) in Romance More Like This
“Don’t worry, chica.” You heard him say and you glanced up to smile wryly at him. He beamed down at you and took the liberty of seating himself behind you. In an attempt to lighten your mood, he took another glance around the old room you were sitting in. It was one of the only rooms that had survived the fire that had destroyed both your house and your family. The entire back of the building had been charred until nothing remained.
“So, where did your parents go after this fire you told me abou
Never seen that smile pt.2 (Actor DenmarkXReader)“Get it right already!” You grumbled, hitting Mathias over the head with the script. He winced though you hadn’t hit him that hard, or at least you didn’t think you had. “I’ve almost got it!” He complained, rubbing the spot you’d hit.Never seen that smile pt.2 (Actor DenmarkXReader) in Romance More Like This
You rolled your eyes, that’s what he’d been saying for two hours now. Settling back on the sofa he laid down, resting his head on your stomach. Absentmindedly you stroked through his unruly hair, sighing as you looked over the script again.
“What kind of an actor are you anyway? If you can’t memorise your lines...” He grinned at you. “I’m learning them a hell of a lot faster than when I used to learn them by myself you know.”
You gaped at him. It must’ve taken him days to get his lines right then! “It takes me awhile to learn them, but once they’re in my head they stick. You act way better if you know what you have to say but not word for word
Not just studying also games (DenmarkXReader)You sighed, scratching your neck as you carried on conjugating the verb that was set. Your music playing in your ears, you rubbed the bridge of your nose.Not just studying also games (DenmarkXReader) in Romance More Like This
Dropping your pen you leaned back. After checking your watch you decided now would be a good time for a break. Suddenly you felt arms around you and you jumped as someone blew air into your exposed neck.
“Heya.” You should’ve known.
“Mathias, what are you doing?” You asked, tilting your head back so you were able to his blue eyes twinkling down at you in mirth. “Just felt like being a creep.” He kissed your upside-down lips happily and sat down next to you at the desk you’d claimed. “What are you doing?” He asked, wincing when the librarian shushed him.
“I was studying.” You answered, one of your earphones out of your ear so you could hear him. He frowned. “What, again?” You raised your eyebrow at him and snorted. “Well one of us has to.”
Pure pt.3 (Demon PrussiaXReader)“Und zhis is zhe front room!” Gilbert exclaimed, taking you through the umpteenth room. His enthusiasm didn’t ever dwindle, in fact he seemed to get more and more excited with every step he took.Pure pt.3 (Demon PrussiaXReader) in Romance More Like This
“Your home really is big....” you murmured in appreciation, your gaze raking over the many paintings on the walls, the plush carpets cushioning your bare feet nicely. Gilbert bit his tongue, holding back the suggestive innuendo that ran across his mind. Something about the way you said ‘HIS home’ bothered him a bit though.
“It’s your home too you know.” He said softly, taking your hand in his and looking you earnestly in the eye. “Ri-right!”
He grinned and leaned in for a chaste kiss, but froze. Hold it Gilbo! His mind screamed, you don’t even know if she’d like something like that!.... Even if she is adorable, hold yourself back!
Gulping, he turned away with a red face. You tilted your head in question, not kn
Set you free (EnglandXMermaid Reader)You blinked your groggy eyes open, but shut them again almost immediately. A piercing white light seared past your eyelids and succeeded in giving you a throbbing headache. Where was this...?Set you free (EnglandXMermaid Reader) in Romance More Like This
Moving your arms was difficult and when you tried to tug them apart, something held them together. Rope? You beat your tail gently and you felt the water you were submerged in wave slightly.
Turning around you tried to swim to the surface of the ocean but after a moment you bashed your face into something. You’d grown accustomed to the burning light by now and slowly opened your eyes.
The image that spread in front of you was something you’d never forget. Humans. Humans, tons of them! They were everywhere, throngs of them crowding around the sphere you were stuck in. Panic took over you and you looked around frantically.
A sort of humming noise was coming from them and they were all opening and closing their mouths like beached fish. You beat your scaled tail against the hard glass aga
Hasty (PrussiaXReader)The gentle wind ruffled some of your soft hair from your forehead. The book you'd been so engrossed in was resting on your stomach. The sunlight that filtered through the leaves created warm criss-cross patterns on your arms, that shifted every next moment.Hasty (PrussiaXReader) in Romance More Like This
Your breath was as even as the ticking of a watch, perfectly balanced as you snored away gently. The comfortableness of the afternoon had sneaked up on you and had covered you with a light blanket of peaceful sleep.
Cue the quiet-destroyer. Gilbert smirked as he hovered over your figure, his lips ghosting over yours. He pressed his lips fervently against yours, tracing yours with his tongue.
Still groggy from the doze, you blinked your eyes to see the Prussian kissing you. When he saw your (e/c) orbs glare at him he pulled back a bit, still pressing his frame close to yours.
"......Hey frau." Your eyes widened at his blasé greeting. "Get the hell off of me." You threatened, your expression dark.
He merely smirked and shook his head.
Cinnamon challenge (AmericaXReader)“You’re just too chicken!” Alfred cried, pointing at you. “Am not!” You shouted back and growled when he started squawking. “Prove it.” He said, a smug look on his face.Cinnamon challenge (AmericaXReader) in Romance More Like This
Contemplating on whether this was a good idea or not, you grabbed the cinnamon and a spoon. Alfred leant on the counter behind him, his arms crossed and watching your every move.
After sending him a withering look you heaped some of the amber spice on the spoon. You gulped once and placed the cinnamon in your mouth. Alfred smirked at you, your eyes watering as you tried to swallow it.
You managed to swallow most of it, then you collapsed on the sink. Your fumbling fingers reached for the tap but Alfred held your hands, preventing you from wetting your dry mouth.
“A-Al!!” You moaned, but he merely grinned evilly at you. Somehow you managed to rid of the overpowering taste in your mouth and groaned.
“You have no idea how bad that tastes....” You told him,
Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You... in Free Verse More Like This
No matter the years that pass me by,
It seems I am forever trapped.
For when it comes to deceiving myself,
I'm afraid I'm rather apt.
In the end the truth which I sought to avoid, is now knocking at my door...
A rabid rat that chews at me; one I can't ignore.
And though I might have grown this body, from the lonely years I've seen.
I'm afraid I can only chase the shadow, of my dearest Angeline.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2012
BelovedBeloved:Beloved in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
This is All About YouThis Is All About You:This is All About You in Free Verse More Like This
Most people giving you advice, might take a quote from a book
Most people giving you advice, have never had a real look
So from someone who's been watching, let me lay my heart bare
I want to show you all the special things, about the girl for whom I care
She always does her very best, no matter how tough the task
Even when she's struggling, she puts on a brave mask
She's always trying to learn new things, just for a chance to make you proud
She can be a little bit quiet, but I think that's better than being loud
She's not the very best in sports, I know she can be kind of a klutz
But she smiles and goes on anyway, now that takes a lot of guts...
She gets embarassed pretty easily and gets far too nervous to talk
But I know she'd like it if we held hands, whenever we went for a walk
She doesn't need a lot of pretty things, she just wants someone who cares
I bet she'd like to have someone, whom she knew would always be there
I remember when she tried to cook
We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated... in Free Verse More Like This
I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling:
A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat!
A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw;
Shadowed by a child's melancholia...
Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl.
Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities!
In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself
Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome?
Why shred your works with such heavy tears?
Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman?
Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe!
We need only take these simple themes
And corrupt them with all our twisted fears...
This hatred inside of you, this bubble of frustration and anxiety —
Let it swell like a pus-filled abscess of anger!
And with your words unleash this vicarious plague!
Take the unblemished works that have scorned you,
And inject them with the very darkness of your soul!
Let bleeding lips,
Sit down, I want to tell you something!Sit down for a second,Sit down, I want to tell you something! in Free Verse More Like This
Because I want to tell you something.
I want to tell you and everybody else that walked over me.
That today, I have become something!
Just walk with me for a second,
I want to show you something.
You remember this; is it all falling into place?
Cause this is where you shut me down.
Now I didn't know what I was supposed to do;
Excuse me for being a loser, right?
I had to work up a lot of courage to ask you out.
But you didn't even look at anything beneath the surface.
So of course, you just flipped me off and walked away.
Because of you I went to the gym every single day.
Because of you I started lifting iron over my head.
And you know what it feels pretty damn good to be getting my pump.
Yeah, that's something that you did for me!
And now, over to my phone,
Let's call up Michael.
What up man?
You remember me?
Yeah, I'm the guy who could never fit in!
That kid who was
What is Love?What is Love?:What is Love? in Free Verse More Like This
What is love but a simple impulse
An electrical signal that comes from the brain.
What is love but a debilitating sickness
It weakens us utterly from the waves of pain.
To what do we owe the pleasure of love
Does it come from a matter of personal taste?
To what do we owe the pain of love
As though all of our efforts are put to waste...
Why do we seek to fall in love
Is it because we fear a death alone?
Or perhaps there is a darker reason
One for which we need to atone...
Rationalise carefully, your reason for love
Perhaps the truth is deeper than you think.
Is your partner a genuine object of affection
Or simply a piece of the missing link?
Love can be a wonderous anchor
It brings us down to the safety of sanity
But abuse it once, and you will suffer
Such is the gift of humanity...
"Yet even with these weighty words, I am still a slave to love..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 25th April 2012
Sweet Bird in A CageSweet Bird in a Cage:Sweet Bird in A Cage in Free Verse More Like This
Sweet bird you lived your life in a cage,
Black forces, burned you all away...
How could I sit by and watch you die?
Sleep soundly on the bed where you used to lie.
Your legs and your arms were bleeding,
Burned stump on the night, were you crying?
How sweet was the sound of you dying?
In pools of blood, were you smiling?
Sweet bird you lived your life in a cage,
I wondered, how I used to hate...
Your life and your sweetness inside,
I took your life on that cold night...
Crying all these tears of weakness,
Sweet bird you took on my sickness.
Deep inside of the forest of witches,
You lie in the darkest ditches...
Sweet bird you lived your life in a cage,
Now I'm filled with a horrid and empty rage.
Though I took, I'm never satisfied,
I miss you, now I'll come to your side...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 2nd March 2012
FeverMy fever is growing stronger and I'm feeling rather faintFever in Free Verse More Like This
I can see the walls are moving like dancers in the paint!
They cartwheel and turn as they soar through the air
I wonder how they do it but all I do is stare
The clock is ticking madly and soon it starts to chime
I think I'll probably turn this into another crazy rhyme
I appear to be creative but I'm really rather ill
In fact I'm only typing by sheer force of will
My eyes are actually closing as my fingers tap along
It seems my love for poetry is really rather strong!
But before I slip away to sleep I must complete this work
I'm afraid my need for excellence might be my only quirk
So here's a simple message that I've always wanted to say
It's just a simple thank you for showing me the way
My friends have made me stronger and showed me how to live
But I'm afraid these simple words are all I have to give:
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th may 2012
Sweet Little AngelsSweet Little Angels:Sweet Little Angels in Free Verse More Like This
You always loved them and cared for them deeply
They were the joy of your life and you held them close.
Until one day, sadly, they were taken from you
and your heart was torn by the pain and grief...
But remember always, that they will watch over you
though you might not feel them presently
You can hear their whispers when the wind is blowing
and you can feel their warmth on the lonely nights
They will always remain in your memories
For that is where you keep a part of them
A loving part that will never fade
Therefore, do not think of them as being 'gone'
Instead take heart in the fact that they are waiting
So that one day, you might both embrace each other once more...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th June 2012
War TuneWar Tune:War Tune in Free Verse More Like This
I've got another beat for all my hard gamers,
Rockin' in 'Bloodfall', rank hall of famer.
Arena top ten, I'm the mage known as Ryda,
Got a femmie avatar; cute little strider.
You better come with me, if you want to live.
I'm roastin' up a storm with the fire that I give.
Meteor crash, I'm the king of all the stunners,
You better think twice if you're the knight or a gunner.
And if you talk big all them haters give you crap;
They cryin' on the field cause I bag 'em in the sack.
I'm sorry that you paid, but I went and broke your back.
Cash shop wings; I'll just rip em in a stack.
Cause even if you shellin' out dough to be the best,
I'm an Asian gamer and that's the fuckin' test!
I click at a rate that'll make you all explode.
Cause I control the lag and the inner matrix code.
And if you tried to ask me, I'd say that its a fact;
I'm Kirigaya Kazuto dressed up in black.
-Unofficial Release by Chen Yuan Wen, 12th April 2013
Rainbow DustRainbow Dust in Free Verse More Like This
Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dust…
Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."Selfish Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the
Bipolar DisorderI am a victim of a shadow named fourteenBipolar Disorder in Free Verse More Like This
And a little girl, my old best friend who turned into a demon.
Fourteen human figures without a face… they attack my soul
And everybody’s staring at me without an honest reason.
I am a victim of the people of the world
Who only want to hurt me, and my innocent family
Terrified of the ones around me, even those I love
When a nightmare becomes my reality.
I can’t take a shower without peeking outside the curtain
And I can’t close my eyes when I wash my hair
Because I’m horrified, afraid that when I open them
I’ll see somebody with a bloody face angrily standing there.
Sometimes I unlock the doors and then lock them again
And to be honest, I’m not completely sure why
And I can’t go upstairs at night, because what if there’s a fire?
I won’t be able to make it out in time.
I am a victim of a shadow named fourteen
And a little girl, my old best friend who turned into a demon.
And somehow, ou
Well...Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat.Well... in Free Verse More Like This
A fat, ugly person.
Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake.
A fake wannabe.
Well, you're happy. What are you hiding?
You've got to be hiding something.
Well, you're sad. You must be emo.
An emo attention seeker.
Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk.
Why would anyone like you in the first place?
Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody.
Nobody at all.
Well, you're you.
What else could go wrong?
This Thing We Call DepressionThere's a story I'd like to tell,This Thing We Call Depression in Free Verse More Like This
A story of a girl who was diagnosed.
Diagnosed with a terrifying thing,
Something that would threaten her life for years to come.
Something that she could never escape,
No matter how she ran,
No matter how she struggled.
This diagnosis was a horrific thing to the girl,
Although, not surprising at all.
The symptoms had swallowed her for days,
Months of this thing inside of her.
This thing that we call
There are people who tell her,
"You're only sad."
However, that isn't the case.
See, she was never diagnosed with sadness.
Everyone knows sadness.
She was never diagnosed with emotion.
Everyone knows emotion.
She was never diagnosed with temporary heartbreak,
Everyone knows all those things.
She was diagnosed with something much, much worse.
Since then, she's suffered with such a terrible thing...
But for days..
Months of this <
Bipolar DisorderDear everybody,Bipolar Disorder in Free Verse More Like This
I’m not just moody.
I have Bipolar Disorder.
I don’t choose to have this unbearable depression,
Where I sob uncontrollably and the most unpredictable times.
A sadness that paints your entire mind,
Down into your soul.
And you don’t know when it’s suddenly going to
Change, from being a terrifying unhappiness,
To being such a fantastic happiness
That you can’t even connect your thoughts with your own brain.
Where you challenge the world,
Because you feel bigger than a speck of dust for
The first time in your
It changes from being such an incredible mess of emotions
To being the creator of no emotion at all.
And soon, the lack of emotion
Starts to eat away at your heart.
And you don’t choose to…
But it turns into an
A sadness that paints your entire mind
Down into your soul.
This is Bipolar Disorder.
This is me.
This is who I am.
I Am SchizophreniaShh.I Am Schizophrenia in Free Verse More Like This
"Are you okay?"
Turn off the light.
"What are you doing?"
You can't fight the shadows.
They'll kill you if you tell.
Rip your hair out.
Cover your eyes.
Cover them again.
Lock the door.
Now you're trapped.
Lock it again.
Don't take the medication.
Don't drink the water.
Don't eat your dinner.
"I don't know you anymore. Who have you become?"
I am a nobody.
I am Schizophrenia.
I am death
"... I don't know."
BridgesKing being murdered upon the throneBridges in Free Verse More Like This
Dreams made out of solid stone
Learn to fly and learn to crash
Nightmares in a lightning flash
Life's what you get, not what you earn
It's not the bridges you build, it's the ones that you burn.
Before you kill yourself...Before you kill yourself,Before you kill yourself... in Free Verse More Like This
Remember just one little thing.
There are places to go,
Where you have never been before.
How can you be sure those places are bad?
There are things to see,
Things you have never seen before.
How can you be sure those things are ugly?
There is a new tune to hear,
Something you've never heard before.
How can you be sure that tune is scary?
There are words to be said,
Things that have never been said before.
How can you be sure those words are hurtful?
There are dreams to be imagined,
Things you have never dreamed before.
How can you be sure that they are nightmares?
Darling, please don't give up.
Please stay strong.
Don't let go.
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesIn a Little Girl's Mind in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
Dairy Idol (Cow TF TG)It had been a long grueling day out in the desert, and as usual I was on my own. I was travelling with a group of fellow archeologists in order to check out an old tomb for some possible hidden treasure and artifacts. Unfortunately for me, I was stuck navigating this hot and musty old ruin by myself! My group had chickened out after watching The Mummy the night before, and decided against following me into the ruin. I made my way through the decrepit tomb, looking for some sort of special treasure to bring back. Sadly, searching ruins isn't as glamorous as they make it out to be in movies. There aren't any large caches of treasure, mystical artifacts, or Daedric weapons situated anywhere. It's a good thing that's the case, I'd hate to be transformed by some kind of weird magical artifact again!Dairy Idol (Cow TF TG) in Sketches More Like This
I wandered through the ruins, and looked about for anything worthwhile. Finally, I found a strange room in the back of the ruins. Sitting in the middle of the room was a glistening golden statue
First-Class Marsupial (Kangaroo TF)I had chosen the worst day possible to go on my trip. I couldn't believe how terrible my flight was today! It took me forever to get on this plane, there were various turnovers, and on top of that I had a serious neck ache that I couldn't get rid of. Not only that, but I was seated next to a sickly old lady that I couldn't help but feel sorry for. She was constantly coughing and I was afraid her lungs could burst. I felt bad for her, alone on a flight while not being the in the best of health. I decided to take a nap, as it had been a stressful flight so far, so I closed my eyes and rested...for about 20 minutes, until a screaming kid woke me up! Why do parents always bring their annoying kids into first class? At the very same time, the sick elderly lady began to cough once more. Eventually, one of the flight attendants came over. She was a rather pretty woman, with a nice wide smile and beautiful brown hair. "Excuse me, ma'am. Your children are wondering why you are sitting all the wFirst-Class Marsupial (Kangaroo TF) in Sketches More Like This
The Magic Show (Rabbit TF)Finally, the time had come and I had grown insanely impatient. I happily munched on the grass of the farm's field, as I patiently awaited the magic to wear off. After a week of my friend and I being trapped in the bodies of cows, we'd finally get to return to normal! In about an hour, give or take, we'd be back to standing on two legs. It was a harsh week for us, having to deal with sweltering heat and mangy fur. Not to mention all the filth, insects, milking and numerous other activities a farm would have to put up with. Not only that, but the other day I went into heat. The day afterwards, I was bred with a bull and I'm sure no amount of bathing could wash away the sin.The Magic Show (Rabbit TF) in Sketches More Like This
I was probably pregnant at the very moment, but it didn't matter to me at all! I was about to change back and I couldn't wait! Those two hours moved slowly, and I began shuddering. I had no way of telling time, for all I know I could've miscounted the amount of nights we have had. It's pretty hard dealing with the pat
Milk Gone Bad (Cow TF TG)After a recent string of transformations this last week, I found myself being burnt out on the whole TF scene. Transformations had begun to bore me, fatigue had set in and TFs no longer excited or surprised me. That was until breakfast this morning, that's when everything changed. You see, I had just gotten out of bed after accidentally sleeping through my alarm again. Luckily, it was a weekend so I wasn't late for my job this time. All I had planned for today was to eat breakfast, feed my beloved bird, and go outside. After brushing the sleep out of my eyes, I tossed on my housecoat and slippers and made my way downstairs. I walked into the kitchen, and opened up the fridge door. I grabbed a carton of milk, and made sure to check the expiry date very carefully. The stuff was still good, which is a good thing because I don't like to run out in the middle of the morning to get more. I took the carton of milk over to the breakfast table, and opened up the flap. I quickly poured the milkMilk Gone Bad (Cow TF TG) in Sketches More Like This
Circus Act: As Strong As A Chimp! (Chimpanzee TF)I couldn't believe what just happened! In my mailbox, I had received a free ticket to the circus! The strange thing about it, is that it was called the, "Swapping Circus". The back of the ticket said, "An exchange that in an unlimited amount of fun!" Sounded like a hoot, so I went to get ready for it. I plucked my wallet from the nightstand and prepared to venture out, I felt excited to once again visit the circus! As it turned out, the circus was located fairly close to my house. I walked out the door, and quickly jogged down towards the circus grounds.Circus Act: As Strong As A Chimp! (Chimpanzee TF) in Sketches More Like This
I reached the outside of the grounds, and walked briskly towards the ticket booth. Along the way I noticed many oddities, such as people who were acting like animals and other people who barely knew how to move at all. It was strange, as if nobody knew how to properly control their bodies. I walked up the ticket booth, and found a strange man dressed up as an orangutan. "What's with the crazy costume?" I asked the guy in the ape costum
Nice Legs! (Kangaroo TF)I couldn't believe my luck, I must be the luckiest man alive! A beautiful woman in the middle of this seedy bar, just asked me for some sex! She said her name was Mona, a beautiful name for an equally beautiful woman. I had given up on asking women in bars for sexual favors, it didn't really sit well with them. I guess you could say, I had the hit the jackpot! Women never walk up and talk to me in bars, it's not that I'm repulsive or anything! I'm kind of a quiet and nervous guy, and no one likes talking to that kind of a person in a bar. In fact, I don't even go there to drink alcohol, I just go there for the atmosphere. This woman on the other hand, was something I never quite had to deal with before. She wasn't the kind of woman you'd normally find in a bar, she was quite refined for a patron. She always smiled, or told you what she though of you up front. She was quite insistent on getting my in bed, and I was bit hesitant at first. I just wanted to get to know her first, but all sNice Legs! (Kangaroo TF) in Sketches More Like This
Transformaween (Choose Your Own TF!)It was Halloween, and you found yourself venturing through the neighborhoods once more. The night was full of kids, teenagers, and even adults in various costumes. The night was filled with a spectacular amount of color and energy, and you found yourself drawn to the unyielding atmosphere. You weren't scared of any fowl creatures that may happen across you this night, but little did you know of what you might become. As you ventured into that misty Halloween night, you happened across a whole neighborhood you had never been to. It was named "Changes Boulevard". It was a strange name for a street, but little you know you had been caught and had been drawn into the Sirge Zone.Transformaween (Choose Your Own TF!) in Sketches More Like This
As you walk down this neighborhood, you can't help but feel a sense of imposing danger. The full-moon floats high in the night sky, a symbol of mystery... And transformation. It's a night where anything can happen, and most of it will be happening to you. Can you escape this neighborhood with your human form intact
Pig Bench (Pig TF + Inanimate TF)Pig Bench (Pig TF + Inanimate TF) in Sketches More Like This
Phew, I really should've stayed inside today! I had been out in the hot sun for what seemed like ages, and it wasn't helped by my thick coat of fur! I went without my lab-coat today, buck-naked and proud to be! Luckily, fur covers up anything unsightly so I was in the clear! Or, at least I would be if this sun wouldn't stop baking me alive! I was nearly home, so I decided to cut through the park. People looked away from me, as if they had never seen a naked monkey-man before. I continued on walking, but eventually ran out of energy. I decided it was best to stop on the nearest bench and just relax. I found a nearby bench and collapsed on top of it. I lied there and kicked my hand-feet out as I rested my tail on top of the bench's rail. Luckily there was a good bit of shade in this area, so I would have ample time to cool off while I recuperate.
As I did so, I noticed a strange little sticker on one of the wooden planks bolted to the bench. I leaned in close and read it, "Only pigs lay
Canada Day Incident (Moose TF)I woke up feeling like crap; I definitely had too much to drink last night. My head was pounding, to the point where it felt downright massive! I knew that this was going to be a very long Canada Day, so I got up immediately. I found it difficult to move my head off my pillow at first, my head felt way too bloated. What was going on, even when I'm drunk I'm not like this! I moved my hand up to my face and touched the scruff of my cheek. It was covered in... Fur! There's no way this could be happening to me! There's no way I could've invoked the Canada Day curse! It's just not possible; I was perfectly safe from it! I had my alarm clock set last night; there must have been some kind of power outage! My lips felt incredibly massive, as I rubbed my fingers across them. I patted my hand against the front of my head, and took notice of my giant gaping muzzle. It was truly massive,Canada Day Incident (Moose TF) in Sketches More Like This
I hopped out of bed and ran to the washroom. I gazed into my reflection in the mirror; luckily the transformati
Cat's Eye-View Mini Novella (Cat Body Swap)Chapter 1Cat's Eye-View Mini Novella (Cat Body Swap) in Sketches More Like This
I was completely stuck, what was I going to write next? Halloween was quickly approaching and I had no story to write! Those four people that read my crap are going to be extremely disappointed! As I sat there sulking, my new black cat walked towards me, purring softly. Ziggy hopped on my piano stool, onto my piano and finally onto my desk. The curious feline strutted towards my keyboard, waving it's tail excitedly as it did. The approached my keyboard and began pawing at it, with it's clawless paws. The goofy feline brought a chuckle to my face, and I petted it softly on the head. I turned back to my keyboard, my mind still completely blank on what to write. I wanted to write some sort of animal TF story, something that I hadn't written before. It would have to be a body-swap, but what kind of story would I have to write?
I guess I could write something bug related, but that's just cliché! I thought of at least a dozen ideas, but none of them inspired me to write. I l
Shy moon,i've got love carved into honeysuckle wrists,Shy moon, in Free Verse More Like This
a murder of crows in my throat,
& a pack of wolves at my back.
i want to know truths behind these myth eyes, &
the distant galaxies under your fingertips.
but, love me. love me, Love.
show me what's beyond Grimm fairy tales
spare me your ribs;
this skyscraper heart
needs a place to go.
Heart:a rebellionHeart: in Free Verse More Like This
in her chest.
she's got skin
unworthy to write
she tapes those
to her limbs
To be a writerYou taste like decaying leavesTo be a writer in Free Verse More Like This
and October's bad habits-
when it’s halfway through February
that still haunts these bones.
I have allowed you to
claw your love
into my arms
and chant into my
for much too long.
I wish I was one of those girls
who could say wild flowers
grow up through my nooks
and my crannies just to tear
through my skin, screaming.
I’m just that dead eyed deer
on the side of the road dreaming
of shoving a pen down my throat
and writing these verses inside out.
I am no scribe, prophet, or spell caster.
I know it.
My skin knows it.
My pen knows it too.
Years and years
my mind will dwell
on the way your fingers
chain linked between my ribs
and shook my
to be a writer
is to be a masochist,
and I refuse to get off
on the pain anymore.
Scorpiussometimes,Scorpius in Free Verse More Like This
i wake up with bits of Orion
still stuck between my teeth.
& i grin, remembering
the face of every lover
i’ve managed unscathed,
to crawl out from underneath.
‘ad astra’ inked into ankle bones
like little wings, Pluto’s underworld
ripe, coursing through my veins:
i stake claim to clavicles.
between the constellations
of tongues & weak limbs,
i get off
on all the ways mere mortals
beg me to sacrifice them
to the heavens.
I wish...I’ve been sitting on your doorstep for three days.I wish... in Free Verse More Like This
Here are the nothings I left under the mat:
i.I do not feel like a lion anymore,
an alpha wolf, a hyena or
any other strong-willed beast.
I want to take my scars
out to lunch,
feed them your eyes,
& your tongue
until it bleeds sorrow,
and “please forgive me’s”.
iii. You wish I never existed
as you grind those words
into my wrists like they are
red hibiscus blossoms.
& I’ll have you know
I am a flower, bloomed,
rooted deep into the soil.
You are just a combination
of 26 letters-
an “I wish…”
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skinwet scribbles, tattooed tragedy in Free Verse More Like This
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.
Scarificationblood oranges areScarification in Free Verse More Like This
slice them open
without a moment’s
their crimson juices
licked from our lips
& that is what
i want to be. -
i sucked from
your mouth -
along my spine.
- i was cut open
Closed mouthed,I tried to devour myself in my sleep,Closed mouthed, in Free Verse More Like This
all tight lipped and tongueless
hours after you left me
with only an unbeating heart
keeping me company.
Callused fingers made me shiver,
but never managed to make me burn.
Instead, they left me feeling cold
a frostbitten liar with a snake for a tongue.
An unnamed poetic.
I'm dreaming of red skies
and dragons of old
I'm begging, and I'm begging,
and I'm beggingPleasewarm me up.
Set fire to these bones
Give me a real reason to scream.
Because, there rests an old poet
in the farthest reaches of my soul
and she longs to fight this fire with flames.
[ As she's learned the tricks of her trade
only conversing with Monsters. ]
i'm breathing without lungs.don't apologize. i can't breathe. i collapsed on the stairs at a quarter to two and i haven't found my feet yet. please help me up. please push me down. i think i'm letting my lungs collapse. i think i just spit up saltwater. is the carpet staining? i need you to grab my hand. i need you to hold my lungs together. i need you. i need you.i'm breathing without lungs. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
is it night yet? i can't see the stars. i can't feel the wind. my skin is numb and my eyes are on fire and i'm sitting in the middle of a room without windows and i can't breathe. why aren't you listening? can't you hear me? i'm choking on regrets. i'm choking on my spine. i'm coughing up alcohol from last night and i'm spitting out my teeth but i still can't breathe.
i need a prayer. i need a song. i need you to write a poem for me and read it out loud until i can't hear anything but your voice. i need to stop driving with my eyes closed. i need to stop pretending i have wings. i need you to close your eyes and pretend i know. pretend i don't need you
are you willing to risk it?you think you'll surviveare you willing to risk it? in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
without loving me, but what
happens if you're wrong
hello, beautiful.these are the times i will always remember:hello, beautiful. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
walking through crowded coffee shops to see you sitting in the corner, steaming cups on the table and bright eyes lighting up the room. hellos tripping over my tongue, shy glances and bitten lips, toes curling in my shoes. hearing your baritone voice for the first time, tying my lips into knots as i fumbled over the introductions.
sitting on my bed, shaking the walls with laughter, your arms holding me close into the curve of your body. driving with the windows down while holding hands, the wind painting butterflies on my neck.
not knowing a thing about you but wanting to pick up the candle and explore. finding the most breathtaking mosaics on hidden walls, you taking my hand and laying it against your scars. your trust that i wouldn't break them open, promises sealed with virgin lips.
i will remember the anxiety and the fears and the wonder. i will remember the dreaming and doubt and finding answers that only birthed more questions. i will r
breathing hope eternal.the spaces between your ribs are just deep enough for me to fall in.breathing hope eternal. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it's there i find you are the nectar of honey and the salt of the ocean, fading magnolias and withered vines. i discover you are the scent of sunshine and freedom, the simultaneous flame of desperation and redemption. you are everything my heart has ever desired, everything my dreams have ever imagined.
you are tender lips and calloused hands, poetry whispered between crooked teeth. sometimes, i imagine you sitting on the wharf with chalk smeared on your palms. i imagine you trying to capture the sunset between mortal hands, breathing life into sketches, dreaming ideas into existence.
you are beauty that is acute enough to hurt and hope bright enough to blind. the faith of the ages is woven between the fibers of your skin. you are everything i could ever be lucky enough to hold, but the truth is still curled in my lungs, reality is still trapped between my eyelashes.
i'm reaching for you, but i know, i can
resurrected in the graveyard.sometimes, i think if i drive with the radio loud enough, i can drown my thoughts.resurrected in the graveyard. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i imagine them blue-faced and purple-lipped, clinging to the sharp edges of my imploding mind. i imagine them gasping for air bubbles and clawing at the walls, fingers going limp, feet twitching before they finally release and sink like stone to the mossy floor.
and in this screaming silence, i find peace. in the midst of the howling verse and raging chorus, i find my mind blank to the fury of the storm. i don't think about bleeding stitches or begging hearts. i don't think about drunken kisses with whiskey-fingers prying reality away. i can forget about burying the pain with raucous laughter, can forget about curling into my past with no desire to face my future any longer.
flying down the freeway, deaf and saltwater-blind, i can claw out a cave in the midst of the chaos and crawl inside the emptiness. i can crank the volume up and let my guard down, relax my white-knuckle grip on sanity, my fierce atte
it's written in your veins.it's twelve to midnight when i frown with my eyes, forty-eight past sanity when i smile with my lips. as i'm standing in the ocean, waist-deep in murky thoughts, toes dug in coral i arch my neck and watch the stars burn like hellfire. i imagine that they burn in me too, that somewhere buried behind my lungs or stuck between my ribs, stars are smoldering. i splay my hands on my chest and i can feel the heat, each individual fire warming my palms until the milky way starts melting through my pores. the galaxies are filtering through my skin, strewn across the top of constellation-water and in comet-tail whispers they say:it's written in your veins. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"i'd like to save you, i'd like to think i could, but my breath's busy breaking down the ozone layer
and my darling, my dear, i'm sorry but you're just going to have to wait."
my lungs are turning inside out and my spine is an aging willow that's falling to meet the aquatic embrace. i imagine life is a metaphor and i'm just a run-down adjective trying to keep up.
delilah whispers secrets.delilah doesn't believe in emergencies, only in miracles.delilah whispers secrets. in General Fiction More Like This
she spends twelve hours out of every twenty four practicing the perfect inhale but hasn't quite mastered the exhale, so she'll often spend her days walking around with all of her gold-dust wishes still trapped in her lungs. if you ask she'll just smile, tell you they're immature anyway and if she doesn't mind their company why would she mind them still living at home? she's convinced they'll move out when they're ready to face the world.
delilah thinks cloud watching is exactly how it sounds.
she'd rather be chasing them over the horizon and stuffing them in her pockets, because what's the point in admiring if you're just going to wave goodbye every time? she once tried the same theory with puppies when she was ten and returned the yapping lab with rosy cheeks and every intention to try again. you'll sometimes see her scratching bonnie behind the ears with secrets in her eyes, holding a finger to her mouth if she catches you l
if i had the words.you should know, i've never struggled for words before.if i had the words. in General Non-Fiction More Like This
i've spent my life welding and mixing them, chopping the corners up to make them be whatever i wanted them to be. but when it comes to you, i always manage to fall short, reduced to hallmark cards and hollow sayings that are trying to be something they will never be. cheap words puffing up their chests and trying to be something grand and sublime. attempting to wear a plastic crown and order the ocean into submission.
so this isn't easy, i'm not weaving words out of thin air.
instead, i'm wrenching them from between my teeth and exposing them to their inaugural sunlight. i'm cracking open my heart and spilling it out, rearranging it into something coherent so that you might understand. so bear with me.
bear with me when i say that my heart is whole today because you have always been patient enough for midnight surgeries. my spine is straight because you were always there for me to lean on. my pride is unwounded because you were ne
instead of breathing.it's a quarter to three and twenty minutes past any hope for sleep tonight.instead of breathing. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
instead, i am singing to the walls and pulling the stars in to light up the corners in my room. instead, i am writing your name in cursive and whispering secrets in gaelic and pinning my heart to the ceiling because it reminds me that life is beautiful. instead, i am making lists of things i want to tell you, lists of a hundred and two different ways to breathe that still leave me breathless whenever you're around.
instead, i am thinking of things like:
how when you talk, you mold the air between your hands like you're painting a picture that only i can see. how when you listen, you go completely and absolutely still. how ice-blue eyes cut through whatever inhibitions hold me back. how lips curve in a way that beckon me out of hiding to wherever it is you are. how you can seamlessly switch the conversation from a discussion of the black-and-white greats to cowboy brawls. how calloused, scarred fingers can drum
don't drag me into love.i keep choking on saltwater.don't drag me into love. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
with every breath, i'm dragging the seaweed and lies deeper into my lungs. every insecurity is swelling and dancing before me, every flaw magnifying until i can't see around it. i'm crawling on hands and knees up the beach and coughing up my mistakes, but i can't stop myself from making another one. i'm sitting with trembling hands, a spinning head and i can't stop, i just can't seem to fucking stop.
i'd like to say i'm beautiful, i'd like to say i'm strong, but we know it's a lie. i'd like to say my mistakes make me endearing, my idiosyncrasies make me charming, but it couldn't be further from the truth. in reality, i'm insecure and shaking, i'm crashing down the stairs and sobbing against the bloody carpet. i'm trembling and biting my lip, throwing fists against the wall, screaming at the stars as if they have some answer to offer me. i'm begging the moon for salvation as if it's hidden somewhere beneath the scarred surface.
can't you see? i'm lost, i'm c
After the Weddingsloppy honeymoon kissesAfter the Wedding in Free Verse More Like This
smearing red lipstick
against white lace
in unexplored places
this bride is a
good old fashioned
christian young lady
somewhere sits a couple
of leftover wedding guests
alcohol miraculously fresh
on their breath
and they're laughing
like nothing is wrong
besides the fact
that they're both so
mascara is trailing down
the cheek of a bridesmaid
who's so green with envy
she feels it curled up
inside her like a well-fed animal
and she does nothing but
bite her chapped bottom lip
and imagine the groom
with his hands on her body
they're sweeping at this time of night
cleaning up the party debris
stained linen and trampled streamers
and confetti caked into cracks in the floor
the janitor sighs heavily
as he loads his arms with
baby's breath that bow their heads
and piles of white, wilted petals
that he dumps in the trash
and as they hit the crinkled black plastic
that lines the garbage among cake crumbs
and discarded drinks,
lunarWhen I was six years old,lunar in Free Verse More Like This
I decided I wanted to
eat the moon.
Mom with her pink frayed bathrobe
and tired eyes
told me to go to sleep,
that I had school in the morning.
Dad with his stacks of books
and prickly beard
told me that it was impossible,
the moon was too distant.
Well, guess what?
I ate the fuckin moon.
And it was delicious.
Bitches can't tell me shit,
I'll eat the fuckin moon if I want to.
discussionDo you ever thinkdiscussion in Free Verse More Like This
life is just
until you don't?
My friend once told me
that everything you do in life
simply leads up to your death.
Which, I suppose,
but I like to think of it
as living and living
until death stops you
from living anymore.
"Why do anything in life,"
"if you're going to die anyway?"
I thought for a moment,
and then replied,
"Why do people send roses
to their loved ones
if the flowers just die?
Maybe everything is
Maybe we should stop
looking for forever,
because we're never going
to find it.
You don't get a prize
It would be in your best interests
to live right now,
don't you think?"
infinitehere,infinite in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in this bed
and house and town,
we are kings and queens ruling no-man's-land.
take my hand, lead me through these parks and graves,
let me feel your
as if we are
pinpricks on this planet, little linked stars.
Cabinet-Color Tulleshe's a dirty, dirty liarCabinet-Color Tulle in Free Verse More Like This
with her slippers in the brier
and her skirts slightly askew
like she might consider you
to be her only suitor...
but she's gold and you're just pewter
she is crooked mahogany bones
that seal their splintered lips alone.
her image of softly bowing petals
hides a framework of twisted metal.
in her soul she knows she's artificial
so she breaks a heart with each dismissal
she chases boys from town to town
leaves 'em bleeding on the way back down
pirouetting like she learned in dance;
she's a queen and a vixen at a glance
but deep down inside she's so much worse.
no breathing mortal escapes her curse
i saw her once, on the day you died
and no actress can cry the way she cried.
still, i noticed that her eyes were clean
and her pastel makeup remained pristine
the police ignored the testimony that i gave,
but i swear to god i saw her dancing on your grave.
longing"I miss you."longing in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I miss you, too."
"How long has it been?"
"Only a week. How's the internship?"
"Boring, but I'm learning a lot. I want to come home. I miss you."
"Is the weather in Phoenix nice?"
"No, it's too hot. I miss you."
"Are you having fun, at least?"
"Not really. I miss you."
"I miss you, too, but I thought we already established that."
"I know. It just...feels like half of my body is back home, sleeping in bed next to you."
"I just looked under the covers. Nothing's there, I promise."
"You know what I meant."
"You're right, I do. I'll let you in on a secret, though."
"I'll be gone one day, and you'll be alone."
"Wow, some secret..."
"No, listen. Right now, there are seven billion people on the planet. Some had their funerals today. Some got married. Some had birthday parties and so on and so on. Out of all the planets, solar systems, galaxies, and universes still unknown to mankind, we met each other. Out of everybody, I chose you and you chose me."
"What's your point
treasureI watched beauty die today.treasure in Free Verse More Like This
She said, "I've lived too long
and now nobody knows
what I really am."
bullets in a shot glassAgain the archers are aching,bullets in a shot glass in Free Verse More Like This
again their bones are breaking
like the cracks in the Colosseum.
Death does not defend
fighters; he does not fulfill
godly goals of
heaven and halos.
I am inverted, introverted,
a jester jeering
at kids who kiss
like life is long enough to fall in love.
my mouth is a machine,
a new nightfall
ordering our soldiers out
into pits where they pray for peace.
the quirks of our
ridiculous readings rule us,
sand us into sculptures
thin and tall, trembling.
our universe is built on uncertainty
and vicious virtues
written by long-dead warriors who
expected to live forever, and
I do not yield to your
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The first thing you said to me
was "Open your eyes
You were a collection of
skinned knees and your
father's broken promises,
holding onto your fears
like miniature phantoms
clinging to the bit of skin beneath your eyes,
the indentations of muscle in your chest.
You taught me how to make
You taught me that every little
every pop of pain,
was God's design,
and if he was a painter,
you said I'd be the Mona Lisa.
You said I was a work of art.
You made big towering claims
like your hopes for San Francisco,
you piled me up like cities and skyscrapers
and buildings tourists flocked to
just to take a photograph,
capture a single memory.
When I broke my bones,
you laughed it off and said,
"People, we're just like
big versions of dolls,
snapping limbs and
cracking under pressure
the way anything does,"
and after getting pissed and
nursing my cast,