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Lost in this lifeforever lonelyLost in this life in Free Verse More Like This
poetry leaves my soul
waiting for eternity
brown eyes gone dull
world is grey
lips cracked and dry
happiness a memory
emptiness reality
shivering despondence
willpower vacates
where is this thing
they call love?
The end of happinesshe cut the string of fate that bound him to this worldThe end of happiness in Free Verse More Like This
he cut a bond of love that bound him to a girl
he walks the streets at midnight searching for a light
he walks a path of loneliness away from help and life
he comes to a room that he knows too well
he comes to a room where the memories still dwell
he sees her picture on the wall
he sees the smile for which he fell
he sits alone in darkness a creature all in black
he sits with a sadness he will never lack
he wonders what could have been if he had been the one
he wonders why her smile still outshines the sun
he wishes the world was no longer grey
he wishes he could just go away
he says n
ScarsStanding in the showerScars in Free Verse More Like This
Skin turning redder
I stay still and soak it in
This water won't erase my sins
Scars stand out bright white
Burns and cuts all in sight
The real scars cannot be seen
They reside inside of me
I wonder if all I will be
is a creature scarred eternally?
My MaskI put on my brittle maskMy Mask in Free Verse More Like This
Hope you can't see the cracks
I pretend to be at ease
I can hardly breathe
The pressure is too much
I wish I could wake up
Bleeding stomach
Shaking hands
When will this nightmare end?
Memories and TearsThere are few things in this lifeMemories and Tears in Free Verse More Like This
From which I want to hide
But some things are hard to take
Sometimes I have to break
If you see me start to fade away
Know I have had too much for today
Too many reminders of what we left behind
A string I can't unwind
I try to kill it all away
The feelings left of that day
My mind still replays it
The actors are faceless
They try to describe the impossible
A promise left unfulfilled
It was the right thing to do
But still it hurts anew
Who knew it would come to this
A choice so painful cannot exist
The best thing that could be done
Was letting go of the one you love
I wish them happiness
A never ending e
In the greatest turmoil dwell In the greatest turmoil dwell the greatest opportunitiesIn the greatest turmoil dwell in Philosophical More Like This
Falling for YouLooking for a pair of arms to fall in toFalling for You in Free Verse More Like This
To wrap around me, to hold me in
Laying next to you on the couch
I feel your heartbeat, in time with my own
All the time I am with you
I feel more alive
I try to see the world
Through your pretty eyes
I know that you're with me
Whenever we're apart
I feel you nestled
Deep down in my heart
All the tears and mistakes were worthwhile
For in the end I found you, my dearest one
You are the reason for everything I do
Breathing in your perfume, I love you
beneath the starsliving here beneath the starsbeneath the stars in Free Verse More Like This
they can see all the flaws
the secrets we wish to keep
laid bare our souls weep
what is it about this world
that drowns the hope that we hold
takes away the things we love
leaves the broken shell of us
AnxietyIcy fingers in my aching gutAnxiety in Free Verse More Like This
Throat swelling completely shut
I lay shake and leak out tears
Unable to escape my fears
I don't even know what they are
The things that have driven me this far
I hold my hand to the burning incense
My only solace in pain intense
The cracking flesh relieves my mind
Helps my anxiety to unwind
Touch the SkyThe beauty of a lonely treeTouch the Sky in Free Verse More Like This
Strikes a chord inside of me
I sit on a rock and ponder
If the solitude made it stronger
Did being all alone
Turn its will to stone
Make it desperately
Want to live to see another tree?
If these thoughts are correct
Perhaps I should go back a step
Find the same will inside
Refuse to give up or die
Someday I'll find my purpose
Stop feeling so worthless
I walk to the tall old tree
Holding an acorn close to me
I plant it in the earth nearby
Someday it will reach the sky
I try to reward my new friend
For the seed it planted within
why?I knew you for too long I think;why? in Free Verse More Like This
we had too many chances to change,
and didn't.
In the end it was all about
"who, what, when, where," and, "how,"
but it should have been about, "why."
The end of all things,
our separate dimensions coming together for once,
a time-travel/space-warp.
I emptied my pockets of all my pennies,
told you I was done with the little things,
you just waved a twenty in my face.
So when our hearts lay broken together,
the only time we were connected, really,
the twenty-dollar time-warp was complete,
and we still hadn't changed, and neither of us knew
"why?"
to love you is to lieby dolan greyto love you is to lie in Free Verse More Like This
to love you is to lie;
to deceive you is to betray myself.
to curse you is to send my heart to something else,
perhaps a ghost of what I imagined,
last spring, in the rain, under the full moon,
that open heart, willing soul, and I knew them both.
to love you is to die;
to trick you is to destroy myself.
shattered windows and bloodstains,
my mind torn from my body as I tried to
fathom
my stars all falling from the sky.
loving you is agony;
shunning you is pain.
not again, said my corpse,
my battered conscience,
this house is built on stone!
but summer brought heat,
autumn brought wind, and
winter brought the chill of de
a tribute to robert frosta cento by dolan greya tribute to robert frost in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have been one acquainted with the night,
and that has made all the difference.
one aged man—one man—can't keep a house,
but I am done with apple-picking now,
and miles to go before I sleep,
so now and never any different.
"you'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen,
like two kinds of jewels, a vision for thieves-"
can't a man speak of his own child he's lost?
like pearls, and now a silver blade,
and dead wings carried like a paper kite,
nothing gold can stay.
something there is that doesn't love a wall;
truth? a pebble of quartz? for once, then, something.
the clever eyes of my wandering ch
I created A Fallen AngelThis nightmare has resurrected into my finger nails -I created A Fallen Angel in Free Verse More Like This
peeling my ravenous desires off again.
I don't want to learn my lesson,
I need to learn the hard way by
letting you become my
obsessive nightmare.
I will always be a loveless vampire that
feeds on helpless romantics that try
to hide it.
I will grant thee a fresh heart
&
break it myself,
because
you're wrong
to love
me.
Clench your unraveling hatred into my skin,
I want to hate you as much as you loved me.
I need to cry your pain,
because you won't show
me how much I hurt
you.
- these haunting whispers will stain my lips
when I think of you.
"Why can't I be the one for you?"
but i only needed your heart because someone
stole mine and never gave it back.
He Was My Dark KnightHe'll tell me anything to convince me to stay.He Was My Dark Knight in Free Verse More Like This
Fed me stories, as if I'd digest them without second thoughts.
____________________________________________________
I hate myself for not breathing -
my lungs have turned as blue as I think the ocean is,
because I don't understand what freedom feels like.
I'm as broken as that porcelain doll
I've constantly wanted to break -
I foreshadowed my own collapse before
we even scraped skins.
He's been the magician since Day 1 ,
but I've been his assistant helping him
create illusions to amaze our audience
including my own eyes.
We were meant for each other
in this sick miscarried homicide - suicide ending.
Wistful Thinkers Don't Deserve LoveYou're a wistful thinker,Wistful Thinkers Don't Deserve Love in Free Verse More Like This
but i know behind those veins,
are your frozen secrets, so
cold that when you think of them;
your mind turns into a winter wasteland
where I repeat, with soulless, black eyes,
your sick desires.
How you crave to finger paint my skin
with your blood
& watch your unknown diseases dance
their way into my obedient body.
The way your hands angrily stomp
across my back proves how wrong
you are about me,
how unconvinced you are about us.
Your rebellious, disrespectful,hands
hurt me
& you can tell by my silent tears,
can't you?
My hushed explosive words, "please stop",
ring through your ears like a kid
banging on a steth
An Escape from a Romantic TragedyI can only think of you -An Escape from a Romantic Tragedy in Free Verse More Like This
when there's a thunder storm,
because like you, the rain makes
me want to scream until I'm ready
to forgive and forget.
But as the thunder steals my eyes -
Silence is kissing me under electric skies,
whispering against my listening lips that
I'll die if I let you return.
I'll kill myself with sarcastic
smiles along with my famous
misleading chuckles that makes
you think I'm really sane.
If only I didn't know you
were a vampire -
who fed off my misery
Too bad - -
my misery didn't want your company
to help finish what you wanted.
The Atlantic Lungs TheoryMy apologies are stretching as wide as the Atlantic ocean because I no longer want to breath out regret.The Atlantic Lungs Theory in Free Verse More Like This
But the devil has taught me that my sorries will constantly be synthetic like my emotions.
So I cheated on my happiness with melancholia because my respiration has no gravity in this universe.
I can't be alive to tell you I actually mean it, to say I'm sorry means I love you a thousand times times infinity.
All wrapped around my pinky with a red ribbon
The Truth Behind Fairy tale Princessesi. Heartless breather you were,The Truth Behind Fairy tale Princesses in Free Verse More Like This
you took my words with your
lips & dissolved it in your aura
of lust.
ii. I painted my faint whimpers of
resistance amongst my
innocence because a boy
like you has the sight of
a bat.
iii. Loveless lover I've been,
but I'm like all the rest,
I will lie & make you believe
I'm your fairy tale princess,
looking for her "Ken".
iv. But that little girl grew up
to be that dragon to protect
her heart from those fictitious
princes.
v. Spiteful, lustful, Sorrowful,
naive children we are, I will
be your Cinderella, but
I be
He was a man of justiceHe was a man of justice in Free Verse More Like This
“Justice is served”, he mumbles to himself, while looking down, only to realise...
He was a man, a happy, family man. He loved his children, adored his wife, and his bad days were numbered.
He was a positive man, an honest man. He loved watching the 5am sunrise, he adored contemplating his woman, while she slept.
He was a kind man, a loyal man. He loved the smell of rain, he adored when his kids jumped on him every Sunday morning.
He was a simple man, a respectful man. He loved cooking breakfast for his family, he adored grazing feet with his wife, under the table.
He was a beautiful man, a caring man. He loved blasting cla
It's Go TimeWriting has something to it. I like it, It's for me. Expression. Creativity. Beauty. Conceptualisation. Documenting. Innate. Progressive.Deep. Words I envision in satin attire, dancing around me while I read back to my fingertip.It's Go Time in Free Verse More Like This
n-o-i-s-s-e-r-p-x-e sucks back into my mind. I am starting over.
y-t-i-v-i-t-a-e-r-c Inhaled into my parted lips. It's happening.
y-t-u-a-e-b thumped back into my chest. It's go time.
It's about me. You. others. People. Humans. Moments. History. Friendship. Love. Significance. Beauty. Fleeting instances of purity. Inspirations. Recollections. Alternations. Reasons. Depth. Communication. Lust. Voice. Music. Song. Me
I know myself, tonight.I sit, while I smoke on my balcony, wondering how long this feeling will last.I know myself, tonight. in Philosophical More Like This
The burn in my throat reminding me of all the times I've been here, in the recent, yet deceptively long-ago-story it births in me.
I write, misspelling. I see the world through a particular viewfinder, I connect with the music in a way i have missed. Let me close my eyes for a moment, and contemplate darkness in it's most colourful state.
I know you, I say to myself smiling.. where have you been hiding?
Right here, I respond while taking a long drag, holding it, until I exhale clear-smoke-free-air. Now I feel you.
My knowledge takes over & auto pilot, seems like
Are you there?DoubtAre you there? in Free Verse More Like This
me
not.
I am real, you can see me can't you? she walks closer to your body.
you can feel me can't you? she runs her fingers over your left cheek.
Fear
me
not.
I haven't hurt you have I? She smiles softly.
I haven't tricked you have I? She puts a few strands of hair behind her right ear.
She walks towards the window, the white meshed, short curtains flow in the night wind, and you notice parts of her appear translucent. You stare intently & say nothing.
Ignore
me
not.
I take care of you don't I? she grabs your white blanket and puts it over your shoulders.
I am always here for you aren't I? She sits beside you on the bed, her eyes
Acceptance.Tone down your expectations, lower the volume of your ego & accept your mediocrity.Acceptance. in Philosophical More Like This
© Rocio Belinda Mendez 2013
MelancholiaMelancholia cascades down pale peaks,Melancholia in Free Verse More Like This
that once supported the weight of smiles.
The clear blue skies that gave it birth,
damp with reasons, surrender to the urge.
Two plump, silky rubies,
drown in the salinity of sadness.
Grey fabric clouds, abruptly moisten,
with the imprint of bedewed defeat.
Tango with ideas the wind speaks ofShatter me into a million crystal hellos,Tango with ideas the wind speaks of in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and a trillion emerald goodbyes.
Reduce me to the echoing of a once whisper,
upon a rustic, willow trunks ear.
Bleed me into a burgundy velvet ocean,
drowning a thousand forevers in its never.
Tread carefully around me,
tiptoe on wishes and desires,
step over long lost intimacies,
tango with ideas the wind speaks of.
Deconstruct me into a flock of incandescent creatures,
hovering over hopes and dreams,
conducting the orchestra of sensation,
tuning the instruments of our melody.
Hear me in the deepest of silences,
amplify me with infinite wishes,
made upon a billion white specks,
painted
Epiphanies and alike.The moments when you realise something so raw and real, it triggers an emotional train of thought, new to you. It is like waking up, in your waking life, from a dream segment you thought to be as true as anything else; due to perception. Respect and value it's importance, for it is who you were and what's real–– challenged by experience. Reality splits into what you saw, and what you see, what you felt, and what you feel, what you knew, and what you know.Epiphanies and alike. in Philosophical More Like This
You hear yourself speak, and your own words, cause speculation, interest and satisfaction. Knowledge shows you a path, that always was, but was never tapped into; by you- the ow
Life isn't for everyone.Life isn't for the faint hearted. It will rip your face out of your arse and strangle you with the remains. Sometimes though, you look around, and its so goddam beautiful you want to cry your eyes out into a pool of tears and bathe in its glory; a little grotesque yes, but intuitive.Life isn't for everyone. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Life plays with you, unless you play with it right back. Tickle that Motherfucker, make it squirm, and scream, and laugh so hard it shakes the good times into your lap.
Climb trees, run around wildly, take life by the balls, and don't let go until they're blue.
Dance like theres no one watching, but a creepy guy filming you in the bushes, sing like your drownin
Wake me up whenWake me up, when crying is only for those moments that are unbearably beautiful.Wake me up when in Free Verse More Like This
Wake me up, when helping someone else, is done genuinely and joyfully.
Wake me up, when society becomes less interested in falsities and more aware of truth.
Wake me up, when equality is real, apparent, strong and inevitable.
Wake me up, when children's innocence is untainted with maturity.
Wake me up, when control is dead and freedom roams wildly.
Wake me up, when poverty only exists in bad decisions.
Wake me up, when money is last, on the peoples to get list.
Wake me up, when power belongs to us, and not the self-proclaimed.
Wake me up, when we heal the ea
A Tale of Two Broken Heartsyoung love,A Tale of Two Broken Hearts in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it was magical,
this tale i am about to tell,
they met in school,
he was antisocial,
she was bubbly and full of adventure,
somehow they crossed paths,
he tried to ignore her but failed miserably,
she was persistent,
they got to know each other well,
in the short passing of days,
they met on the rooftop one night,
the cold autumn wind blowing,
dangling feet over the edge,
the stars above,
the stars in her eyes,
he fell for her that night,
as they sat together,
the chilling wind blowed,
it drew them together,
they talked of things more personal,
of troubled pasts and presents,
and found comfort in one another,
they parted ways,
wit
Heartbreakthe blood vessels pop and rupture,Heartbreak in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
as my heart is snapped in two,
these memories now nothing,
slowly becoming few,
the breeze it blows upon my face,
yet its touch i can not feel,
the sun gives me no warmth,
this pain is just to real
ForgottenMy heart like shattered glass lies broken,Forgotten in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The fragments pierce my lung,
I grasp for words unspoken,
for feelings left unsung,
my skin it feels so cold,
why don’t I feel the pain?,
my bones they feel so old,
the steel against my vein,
perhaps in crimson tides,
will you remember my name
SuffocationThese chains choke my heart,Suffocation in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I feel the blood fill up my lungs,
I gasp for air, grasp for help,
But none comes,
These chains bind me,
Like hot red needles they spear my skin,
My eyes water and burn,
Like blades the iron cuts into my back,
Into my thighs and bones,
I gasp for air but am left wanting
Knightim no knight in shining armor,Knight in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
im a broken person too,
against the test of time,
my virtues have become few,
im a princess in a tower,
forged from my troubled past,
against my insecurities,
however shall i last
The Endcant i just skip to the ending,The End in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
forget the romeo and juliet,
forget this tragic lifestyle,
lets skip it all,
get straight to the end,
to the you and me,
to the core of our story,
i wonder where this road leads us,
whats my story,
i hope it crosses with yours,
we meet one day,
and it ends in happy ever after,
this is my story,
but id like to skip to the ending
The Chained PrinceHe was a fire onceThe Chained Prince in Free Verse More Like This
A dying fire in an ice cold soul
Dear chained price,
The madman who wanted control
Has chained you in platinum
After you stole his precious gold
And your people seem to love you better now
You're a legend:
-The gold thief in the platinum chains
Heart CutoutI met loneliness on a desolate roadHeart Cutout in Free Verse More Like This
And I became the only friend I had.
I fell in love with noble words
And moonstruck dreams
And genius schemes
And flaky thoughts
And berserk quotes.
One day the hummingbirds
Laughed at me because my songs
Contain no music.
I shouted loud, "YOU BIRDS ARE WRONG!
My songs are poems and a poem is
An eerie song that plays alone.
I had a heart shaped cutout in my chest.
Sometimes it became a subway for fireflies
Sometimes a bridge for love and lies
Sometimes I hid there a pack of fries
And a coke with ice – extra large size
But most of all, I hid a secret –
A hope so deep it blurred my eyes.
I wish
Tell Me ThisOh, so you're not thin?Tell Me This in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me how you're ugly.
Oh, so your hair doesn't look good everyday?
Tell me whose does.
Oh, so you make mistakes?
Tell me who doesn't.
Oh, so you're not a model?
Tell me what the definition of beauty is.
Oh, so you aren't normal?
Tell me what "normal" is.
Oh, so you aren't good enough?
Tell me why.
You can't.
Because there isn't a standard you need to reach to be yourself.
Between the stallsAmung the sinks and filthy tilesBetween the stalls in Free Verse More Like This
I stay between two dirty walls
I really just need to be here alone
No where but here amung the bathroom stalls.
As I sit upon the toilet lid
I can see the water between my knees
I glare into this toilet bowl
And all I find is a circular sea.
I watch as they drip again and again
The tears come streaming down my cheek
They fall into the bowl directly below
And vanish into the water so bleak.
This is the place I come to hide
This is the place I always go
Where theres a place I can be myself
And not my emotions' puppet show.
I hear the tap of my shoes echo the room
But its shushed asleep by the sound of the flush
This way I can drown my emotions dead
To finally get them to shut up and hush.
I use my sleeves to wipe my eyes
And walk out from between these walls
I walk with nothing but a smile to show
Like nothing happened, even at all
Just Words"I'm fine" is a dirty lie.Just Words in Free Verse More Like This
The truth is that I want to die.
"I'm tired" is not even done.
It really means "I'm tired of being no one"
"I'm better" is but a curse.
The truth is that I've never been worse
"I'm just cold" is what I say
so my sleeves can hide my scars away.
"I already ate" is said with a frown.
I starve to see the numbers on the scale go down.
"I'm okay" is probably the worst.
It really means I'm about to burst.
All these things are lies to me.
But you take this as the truth because what else would I be?
Crash And BurnI wonder if other people see how I feel.Crash And Burn in Free Verse More Like This
With every glare to meet my eyes,
its another preying glare to slap my face
and another glare that heats my cheeks with nervous fire
I wonder if, day after day,
if people see my fear, if they see how I shake.
When they walk by, I stumble away
because I know they don't want me near them.
I wonder if they pity me
If they see the lonely child inside my glass skin.
Sometimes they give me gentle eyes
because they feel sorry for how lonley I really am inside.
I wonder if they know I don't fit in,
if they try to welcome me but I'm too naive to see.
But everytime I just walk away because-
because everytime I try is another crash and burn.
The Irony Of PerfectionOne who does not possess the gem of perfection sees himself but of a shadow of someone that is more, but yet renders clueless the plague he ceases to see upon him, for his imperfections sculpt him into a masterpiece all his own. The irony of perfection is only seen by the one who created himself perfect, his excellence in every lift of his finger and blink of his eye to bore him as he gains no further in what he used to value, in what his passion used to be but his love to vanish surprisingly as he preformed flawlessly to no where. Perfection creates nothing but bordom to build slowly as a sour scab on his soul, realizing he can go nowhere else but infront of a halting stop sign. He sighs as he watches his shadow build himself into more and more each day, longing to become what he was as if the shadow himself while the shadow builds only to become the possessor, unaware that he will soon wish to be his own shadow someday.The Irony Of Perfection in Free Verse More Like This
Numb.I want more then hollowed flesh;Numb. in Free Verse More Like This
Escaping limbs attached to light bulbs.
Give me the tips of aching nerves
that glided over years of life
Melt them down and let me
feel the pain that I forgot existed.
[This numbness is a slow burn
that tore me atom by atom
from my humanity]
I am nothing more then a con
caved mess of my former self..
youth.It's so hard to be happy.youth. in Free Verse More Like This
I want to be content but
I am always going to want more.
[i want you]
It seems like life
is divided into things you
can and can't have.
By things that you can go for
or things your held back from.
[i'm not being held back anymore]
I'm in the part of my life where
I've outgrown so much and
I am able to test my limits
without being restrained
by responsibility.
[don't let me outgrow you]
I am restless.
I am ready.
Take me there..I dare you.
AfterAs tears flowAfter in Free Verse More Like This
I see bleared words
On pages
Look up to see
Bleared faces
- The mirrors
Telling me these tears
Are words I can
Never let go
Like ashes
From a fire
They just
Fall on
Like the snow
They cover me
And blot out
The feelings
I've kept alone
In my mind
I've kept your face
In my head
I play back
Memories
That happended
Not too long ago
My skin
Plays back
Your touches
My mind
Plays back
Your smile
-Sweet love..
When will I
Let you go?
Through The FlamesI want to watch you burnThrough The Flames in Free Verse More Like This
I want to see if fire can
Melt your rough edges
And smooth away
Your callous heart
I want to hear you scream
Lungs releasing the tension
Locked inside of your skin
I want to ignite your breaking points
In order to free your mind
I want to watch the shadows
of your past, flicker and change
I want to watch this
Through the flames
No foundationNo foundationNo foundation in Free Verse More Like This
Empty walls
C r
u m
bl
i n
g.
[how is this living?]
I speak questions and hear
(myself?)
answer :in: faded echoes
There are some questions
I don't want answers to...
Sleeping[What is the right thing to do?]Sleeping in Free Verse More Like This
He wraps his arm around me
And cradles me to his chest
[The way the other doesn't]
I thought that a second heartbeat
Would keep me up,
But I fell in tune to its
Not.
so.
steady. beating.
And i found my self drifting...
asleep
to his smell and distant promises
of more nights like these.
Do you want some hot chocolate?I felt my heartbeat in my fingersDo you want some hot chocolate? in Free Verse More Like This
sometime past midnight.
[what was promised was denied
to both of our surprise]
I curled my fingers through your skin
as you found where mine began,
And we loved each other
because it felt right...
FlameLove through a candlelight’s flame,Flame in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Ignites death by a lullaby’s sad tale
That flies across the empty abyss.
If you close your eyes,
Then you’ll certainly miss
Straight shooters that long for a target.
Looking for a challenge that they can’t hit.
Frailty is not a good trait for prince charming,
So he hides it in a smile
That could make a girl wet.
He spends time searching for an untimely regret.
Instead he finds good times
And a knife that wont quit.
It thirsts for an old lover’s soul
But it finds itself trapped
Where fairy tales aren’t told.
So it waits and it watches for a bit.
We all wait and we watch..
Inside a silent room my weather like heart stoppedThe fever in my bonesInside a silent room my weather like heart stopped in Free Verse More Like This
Is restless and my breaths
are raspy and ragged
As my lungs fold in upon themselves
Inhale. Exhale. Repeat
You ask me how I am
The rock pool blue of your eyes
Glance at the sleeves in which I have buried my heart
Knuckles folded deep into my thighs
My fucking hands always give it away
I grasp for a rope and am met with blurring synapses
Trauma settling itself into my collar bones
I tell you how last night I was contemplating Greek mythology
While caught between a rock and a bottle of Paxil
I think I saw heaven hiding behind my alarm clock
It turned out to be the afterglow of street lights instead
Joey had a smoke and burned the moon downOne night on a long road trip to NebraskaJoey had a smoke and burned the moon down in Free Verse More Like This
The skies opened up and bled onto my pupils
And the taste of gin burned my throat
As my star strewn spine strained against
The static of the radio blasting from your car stereo
We chased god
Only to find kerosene angels
And glow flies hanging from tree tops
The lost one's weepingListening attentively to the burnt out soundsThe lost one's weeping in Free Verse More Like This
Rusted wrists don’t know how to do anything
Other than to harm
Crack open the loaded guns
Clench a cigarette between breaths
I’d come to realize lungs are suffocating
So I cut them out with dandelion limbs
And tore out my eyes to avert my gaze
Aching for salvation I was greeted by empty pews
And broken hymn books scattered among the graves
Lost lamb prodigal son, there is no home to return to
Only ruins and car crash features lay
Where tombstones used to stand
The hidden grave and underdogs vendettaPhosphorus regrets laying deep withinThe hidden grave and underdogs vendetta in Free Verse More Like This
The juncture of my hips
My glass lips turned blue as the clock struck midnight
And out from the car window I saw monsters
They sang lullabies to the bruised sky
I watched Jack and Jim jump over the moon
They never came back
Nineteen stars away from being road killThe taste of your formaldehyde kiss won’t leave my lungsNineteen stars away from being road kill in Free Verse More Like This
No matter how many times I've tried to turn a blind eye
You seem to linger in the crook of my neck
And at the curve of my hips
I don’t know whether to be glad or to cry
At the fact that your fingertips have left deep grooves in my waist
Even though your footsteps
no longer leave imprints on my front yard
Or on the pavement
Rather you lie beneath the earth
Asleep waiting for a kiss that won’t ever wake you up
I think I can hear the stars cry with me sometimes
When I’m left alone on the flaking swing sets in our favourite park
Drunk and alone wearing your old
A mermaid stole my bonesI want to deteriorate into the ocean and feel the wavesA mermaid stole my bones in Free Verse More Like This
Break over my spine
Because I’ve learnt through trial and error
That holding my breath only makes my heart beat faster
And plain white pills do nothing to soothe
The anxiety sewn deep within my bones
The bitter aftertaste still lingers in the back of my throat
much like the feeling
of her breath in my lungs
A dream like state of asphyxiationYou are the blood flowing in and out of my veinsA dream like state of asphyxiation in Free Verse More Like This
Into shards of black skies and crescent moons
Hanging from our palms and brushing our lips
The extinguished light of your eyelids
No longer burns bright
Rather they smolder between
Stolen glances and sips of tea
My blanket features are coming undone
Much like the seams of my scarecrow heart
Childhood nostalgia has never seemed so bleak
A half visible mirage rots in broad daylightI think I fell down a holeA half visible mirage rots in broad daylight in Free Verse More Like This
That was six feet too deep
And I don’t know
If I want to climb out anymore
Because it’s so wonderful down here where the stars
No longer hold meaning
And voices can no longer be heard
Over the sound of decaying matter
Waiting to be recycled
Ode to the boy with diamonds for eyesI think we were a collision course waiting to happenOde to the boy with diamonds for eyes in Free Verse More Like This
And when I think back to the day when we first
Stumbled across one another, red sneakers hanging off gutters
Cherry cola voice overs and dilated pupils
We led one another on to believe in the night sky of connect the dot constellations
You wanted to dissect me and peer into the insides of my lungs
Only to find witches breath and dandelions
Slicing iron vowels you locked your hands in mine
And we fell into the static of dreaming disease
The operating table broke away to reveal a sky that never existed
And we couldn't help but laugh at the irony
Because wishing was never an option
The ane
If you drink enough vodka it tastes like loveHe’d whisper sweet nothings to treesIf you drink enough vodka it tastes like love in Free Verse More Like This
Hoping the roots would remember his name
I watched him drop pieces of himself like bread crumbs
His lantern limbs quivering
I don’t think he ever really knew how lovely he was
And on a sunny day when the pavement was sweating
Out onto the roadside
Everyone else found out too
I don’t think I’ll ever forget him because he was like a dream catcher
So quiet and magical in the way his eyes turned green in the dark
And blue in the winter
Like he stored the world’s secrets behind his cuckoo spit heart
The Bone CollectorSometimes my breath catches in my throatThe Bone Collector in Free Verse More Like This
and the very stillness of an earth going
a thousand and three miles per hour
gets lodged there.
Sometimes these simple exchanges
leave me breathless, croaking on dust:
the unfiltered pigments of other people's skin
and blood and ash
but with my tarred lungs and itchy eyes
I sit and sift through charcoaled remains,
alphabetising them from c to c. I am lost
in a world charred brazen.
Many things I have loved have turned to ash.
Many people. I was naive enough to think
that there was some perfect nutritional truth
that could outlast hell-fire.
I claw through a world turned ashen
and know those dead
Marmalade for Isla - Ch 8Marmalade for IslaChapter EightMarmalade for Isla - Ch 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Isla arrived on a Tuesday and the wings were complete. In the little living room above the bookshop they were wide and had a dull sheen over the slate coloured feathers. There were occasional pools of teal and blue from the duck's feathers. It was beautiful.
Noah hurried Isla to try them on and made her flex her arms in every way he could think of to see them move. They swum through the air seamlessly and although they were heavy Isla felt like they had always belonged as a part of her. She spun and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and laughed and laughed. The phoenix girl.
Her happiness was infecti
Marmalade for Isla - Ch 6Marmalade for IslaChapter SixMarmalade for Isla - Ch 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It took six seasons to build the wings. Isla complained about the metal skeleton biting into her arms and ribs so they had to be adjusted several times before they were content with them. As Noah and Mr Francis worked on the skeleton she began to collect feathers. If they didn't need her for a fitting or to hold something down or to hammer something, she would find her way to the river and extract duck feathers from long grass or nests around the waters edge. Once an angry mother duck almost bit her. She was more careful after that.
They had just begun sewing the feathers together and winding the strings of the
Marmalade for Isla - Ch 7Marmalade for IslaChapter SevenMarmalade for Isla - Ch 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Noah kept the bookshop, and it kept Mr Francis' name which Isla approved of. Sometimes she would stop by and see Noah chatting to customers and feel a spear of jealousy run through her. He seemed happier. It still hurt, and she felt ashamed that she had allowed herself to give up so easily to her fathers will.
Months later they began work on the wings again. If Noah was honest it was a way to spend more time with her, but he wasn't, so they worked on the wings. They talked like they had when they were younger. Sometimes, they laughed. Sometimes, when they carelessly repeated one of Mr Francis' sayings, they c
Marmalade for Isla - Ch 9Marmalade for IslaChapter NineMarmalade for Isla - Ch 9 in Short Stories More Like This
Isla began to dream of a life with Noah, perhaps he did still want her after all. Perhaps they could run the bookshop together. Perhaps she could leave her father's house once and for all. Other girls her age had been living with men for years now, it wasn't uncommon. Several of the girls she had learned to sew with now had babies of their own to sew for.
A world of tiny hopes blossomed in front of Isla until she almost couldn't breathe with the thought of them. Finally, the night before shop day, Isla resolved to tell Noah that she loved him. After all, if he didn't feel the same she could still fly away. She
Marmalade for Isla - Ch 10Marmalade for IslaChapter TenMarmalade for Isla - Ch 10 in Short Stories More Like This
Isla took the brooch unnoticed. Her father never looked at her clothes and she did not anticipate he would ever realise it was gone, even after she failed to come home that night. Her heart squirmed at the thought. Not coming home. Not having to clean and cook and be screamed at. Not having to be home at a certain time. Being able to see Noah. To kiss Noah. To smile. All week long Isla practically vibrated with happiness, trying hard to keep it in check when her father was home. She tried hard not to think about the mountains at all.
A few nights later Isla was cooking a soup when her father came into the kitch
Cooking the BooksI sat at the kitchen table cracking open fresh pea pods and, reeling with the satisfactory snap beneath my fingers and the strong scent of chlorophyll, watched my mother stir the stew.Cooking the Books in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Did you hear? Amanda's husband was cookin' the books over at Corpink." I said before discreetly popping a sweet pea into my mouth. Peas tasted so much better fresh and raw. "Oh aye?" my mother replied with an air of disinterest that disguised the way her frantic mind devoured information about the neighbours. I broke the fragile spine of another pod and scooped out the fragile innards.
"Always thought there was somethin' off about him" she added, tapping the
The HallwayI'd love to say that I agreed to it because it was what my other half, Paul, wanted; but that isn't really the truth. In actuality, I did it for a hallway.The Hallway in Short Stories More Like This
He had told me he wanted to get married in the church where his parents got married thirty six years previously and whilst I liked the sentiment I was unsure about the religious side of the ceremony. That and I'd never been to the church and wasn't sure I would like it. I needn't have worried. St. Matthias' main room was an inner room so the stained glass windows were lit from behind by huge pillar candles. Inside they had hanging lanterns full of more candles and it gave the stone room a
Don'tTook double the dose to watch the ceiling spin,Don't in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
think about all the mistakes in my life again.
Gaze up and try not to cry tonight;
wake up to the way the stars shine so bright
but I
don't
don't
don't.
I lie and take in the plaster
God knows what it is that I'm after
but it's
not
here.
I lie and shake and cry til it's over
then I try to move to the sofa
'cos it's
not here
and I'd rather be anywhere else.
As the world starts to blur there's no one but me
and I let my life slip indifferently
and if you were here, you'd not say goodbye
you'd catch all my tears and then you would sigh
and say
don't
don't
don't.
I lie and take in the plaster
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