In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyes
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…
Tired, Exhausted, DrainedTired, Exhausted, Drained:Tired, Exhausted, Drained in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.
I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.
Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -
One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.
Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.
Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.
An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;
Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
The Flower of EvilThe Flower of Evil:The Flower of Evil in Free Verse More Like This
Evil is but a blooming flower,
It is born from a humble seed
And grows to corrupt a forest.
To watch its infection spread;
To be a part of its existence...
I can think of no better prospect,
Indeed one might baulk at the idea,
Of seeing millions suffer.
To watch worlds scream and writhe;
To see them suffer and die, with living eyes...
Yet there is a mysterious beauty in such devastation,
Fear that shakes me to my very core;
Is transfigured into a twisted pleasure:
As I am frightened, so too am I aroused.
I am addicted to the ephemeral sensation;
To the borderline between rapture and rupture.
To see my own blood soaking from splitting wounds;
Leaves me maddened amongst these blooming flowers
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st May 2013
These Tears Would Come:These Tears Would Come:These Tears Would Come: in Free Verse More Like This
If my tears could tell a story of two -
What would they have to say about you?
Of a boy who spent his whole life seeking
And a girl who found it in the arms of another…
Would they tell us of laughter? Beneath a starlit sky,
Or of harsh words exchanged on bitter nights.
Would they speak of moments, so beautifully captured;
To be enjoyed in memory, like a perfect wine.
Or perhaps they would tell us of an untampered truth:
Of the lonely nights spent longing, for an Eden lost.
Captivated, habituated, to this lonely habit of you;
For her alone, these tears would come.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 31st march 2013
Memories of WarMemories of War:Memories of War in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What is this long-lost memory inside?
Where oceans turn; what have we left behind
With star-burned wings out above the sky.
The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie...
A thousand tears you've cried for all,
Now its time for you to fall!
Will you open up the door,
To the future we ignore?
Are you simply lying broken,
From the memory awoken;
Are you simply living lies,
Bitter taste with ropes you tie...
And the world will soon forget.
Fill my heart with this regret?
For the victims written in stone.
Unspoken sin you now atone...
Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain,
Wrap my body round with chain.
Now we both know we be broken;
Give this man his smokin' token.
Held up guns with both his hands;
Not a boy he's cause he's a man.
Order comes by a suit and hand.
Will you flee or will you stand?
This is a memory of our war,
Of all the things that we can't ignore.
And staying blind to the cries of pain...
Will lonely ashes be what remai
The Way We LiveThe Way We Live:The Way We Live in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We all have our own little struggles;
Pushing on forward as the tragedies double.
A life led with pain and exhaustion too immense,
I'm pushing down walls as my muscles go tense.
But these are the words that you'll never hear me spit.
I'd never say I'm 'giving up' or if I should 'quit'.
I'm really freaking stupid so just tell it to my face,
And even then I'd never give up the right to race.
I'm like a lone arrow drawn and shot from a bow,
Blustered by the winds of all the things I don't know.
I'd never figure out if I'd reach the final mark,
But I know that I'd never lose my glowing inner spark.
And that's all it takes just to keep this body going.
With calloused hands in this ocean I'm still rowing
Searching for some land out amidst a sea of black;
A wandering gypsy bearing burdens on his back.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2013
Painted SkinPainted Skin:Painted Skin in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles at you, as you enter the office;
Wearing eyeliner made of contempt and disdain.
His cheap cologne invades your nostrils immediately
And you quickly suppress a cough.
"Yes, yes, indeed we have to review this...er, many things are involved."
His face is powdered with a layer of self-importance;
Lips reddened by the polite harshness he spews.
His forked tongue flickers as he prattles on
And you're really getting quite tired.
"Oh I'm sorry! Of course, of course I understand; but my way is much better!"
You're getting really bored now, so you take a look around the room.
The expectation is to see it bedecked with acolades;
Yet bare walls, cold and empty, are all that greets you.
"Are you listening to me, I'm telling you why this isn't good enough. LISTEN TO ME!"
You take a look at the cup of coffee you were offered,
Cheap and lukewarm; you narrow your eyes.
"Is there a problem? I'm being honest, this is for YOUR OWN GOOD!"
Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic Practice - Love Like Ash:Poetic Practice - Love Like Ash in Free Verse More Like This
Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-
When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!
But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-
Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!
Stop for a moment and just listen to this silent cry,
Time has stopped now for both of us to say goodbye.
Both turning on these clocks, living lies that have stopped;
And when the love turns to ash, let the gloves be dropped...
- Chen Yuan Wen, 17th January 2013
The PoetThe Poet:The Poet in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...
He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.
He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.
Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wondering -
Isn't there something that I can do?
Isn't there a better way for us all?
He looks back at her, sleeping peacefully;
He thinks about the future and sighs.
He wants a better world for her,
One where she would always be safe,
But unfortunately, he has no power.
He is just one man with little to his name.
He picks up a piece of paper, one found lyin
UndyingUndying:Undying in Free Verse More Like This
How many days do you spend now, putting me down?
The coffin call for a dead man waiting around
"He's just an underground laughing stock, never to rise"
But on the seventh day I'm coming back; these are my ties!
The kind of promise that you made with the devil inside
You try to take away my soul, but I take it in stride
I ain't a doll that is crushed by the weight of his pride
I am the real and the raw of the things you denied!
You're playing snake games, selling oil, pass it off strong
You're just a pot head, weed dead, smoking your bong.
You try to look away, play and hide; apathy's best
But I'm the kind of bad boy you don't put to the test!
-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th February 2013
The Face At The DoorThe face at the door is a demon, a godThe Face At The Door in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles through stitches, his stare rather odd
The face at the door is a cruel, silent being
Yet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeing
Quiet yourself, for you're the only one
Crying for help at the point of a gun
Learn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,
The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.
Words on the WallThe sun melted into the glamorous skyWords on the Wall in Free Verse More Like This
The moon stood there, hidden by sweet lullabies.
But mommy was crying, her day had been hard
The tears in her eyes twinkled just like the stars.
Her face wasn't happy like it should have been
And though she was saddened, she forcefully grinned.
I wanted to see Mommy smile through it all...
I painted a picture on her bedroom walls.
I told her to look, just to come in and see
But Mommy was angry... she wasn't happy.
She threw me down hard on the cold wooden floor
Then picked me up, slamming my head on the door.
She yelled and she screamed, then she hit me once more
She slapped me till I couldn't see anymore.
My heart then stopped beating, my laugh went unheard
Then Mommy got up without saying a word.
She looked at the walls splattered with my young blood
Then fell to the ground in her tears with a thud.
She looked at my face, then she looked all around
Then wrote on the walls with the first thing she found.
Then, after she finished, she wanted self h
Little Red HousesLittle red house on the corner left to fadeLittle Red Houses in Free Verse More Like This
Tire swing swaying above a sparkling blade
Silver gown, just for the hour
Starts out sweet then you taste the sour
A little girl's heart doesn't last for long
When a little girl gone right goes horribly wrong
One little fall means blood on the breeze
Little red house with a ghost to please.
Good Enough... for YOU.As I sit here cradling the blade in my handsGood Enough... for YOU. in Free Verse More Like This
Treasuring the moments I wish that I had
I can't stop growing more lost and confused
I can't stop thinking... am I good enough for you?
As I sit here, wrapping the rope around my neck
No one will understand a meaning so complex
I simply can't stop thinking about it somehow
Thinking, am I good enough for you now?
As I sit here, pulling the trigger on the gun
I think, maybe I was never meant for "the one"...
goes the bullet.
For when I think it through...
I really won't ever be good enough for you.
SchizophreniaShh.Schizophrenia in Free Verse More Like This
Look behind you.
"Are you okay?"
Shapes, forms, bodies, animals, plants
Shifting, moving, being
"What's wrong with you?"
You're a freak.
No one wants you.
You should kill yourself, let them out of their misery
Or we'll do the job for you.
"They're fake, you know."
No they're not.
"What are you doing?"
This is how I live.
Save me, from the monsters, the shadows
"What can I do?"
You can stop.
You can stop being ignorant
Love AgainHear my worries, fear my criesLove Again in Free Verse More Like This
Dread the whispered lullabies
Drown beneath the spinning skies
Feel the truth you can't deny
Taste the blood upon your tongue
Feel the poison fill your lungs
I am she who lies among
Those who know where things belong
Feel the weapons kiss your skin
Listen to the screeching wind
See my power, watch me win…
And never fall in love again…
What Happened?I used to think make upWhat Happened? in Free Verse More Like This
Made people ugly.
Now I think I'm ugly without it.
I used to think people
Always loved me.
Now I think everyone hates me.
I used to think everybody
Was my best friend.
Now I think no one truly is.
I used to think
Boys were icky!
Now I wish I had one.
What happened to being
And Daddy always lied.My legs are covered in bruisesAnd Daddy always lied. in Free Verse More Like This
And I have a scar by my left eye.
I’m not allowed to smile, though
And I’m not allowed to cry.
I think my right arm’s broken
But shh, don’t tell my dad.
He doesn’t like to worry bout me
When he’s already mad.
I have a burn on my left wrist
From when he pushed my arm
Against the stove, the hot, hot stove
And did a bit of harm.
I have a bear, a teddy bear.
He doesn’t have a name.
He makes me better every time
I’m feeling hurt and shame.
Today, my dad came home kind of late
A beer still in his hand.
I closed my eyes and waited.
He screamed, he shouted, and…
Well, my name is Mary Starr
And this is how I died.
But daddy always loved me.
And daddy always lied.
CanvasLet her paint a masterpiece,Canvas in Free Verse More Like This
Let her paint a lie
Let her paint a word inside the shining silver skies.
Let her paint a mystery,
Let her paint a sin
Let her paint the things that lie in darkness deep within.
Let her paint a masterpiece
(but this time there's a twist)
Make the brush a blade and let the canvas be her wrist...
Sometimes, when I'm sadSometimes, when I'm sadSometimes, when I'm sad in Free Verse More Like This
I remember that one time,
All I had to worry about was
If the bubbles I had blown, were about to
Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that one time,
I began to worry about the day that
My childhood would simply
Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that some day,
When I'm sitting with my husband
In the old old house... my days will simply
And that day,
The day when my heartbeat is
The day when my breath
Truly gets taken away.
That's the day
When my worries, my concerns, my fears...
she knows her paper cuts by name.Rose bloodshe knows her paper cuts by name. in Free Verse More Like This
on her tongue
reminds her of yesterday's.
A heart's hoarded secrets,
love me pretties, &
scarlet letter dreams.
do these boys know
of the bitter winter
like a blizzard
in her veins?
The sharp edges
or the crisscross
of origami limbs?
as deep &
as the ocean;
A lion among sheep.There are ghosts in my bloodstreamA lion among sheep. in Free Verse More Like This
kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.
( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )
I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
limb by steady limb.
Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;
I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
I want to forget names,& faces,I want to forget names, in Free Verse More Like This
I want to forget their veins,
fingerprints forever burned into my eyelids;
wrists I can't look at
without longing to tear apart.
Spine full, and spiteful:
I want to cry
roses in my midnight tea
for these star collapsed lungs.
I want to cry for her
& for me.
she wont allow me the courtesy.
Milky Waymy body is a road mapMilky Way in Free Verse More Like This
of hazard signs
but on the days
when the mirror
is nice to me,
i can hear
like little racing
beneath my skin:
you are not worthless.
you are strong.
your ribcage has a meaning-
these bruises are
ste ti & you are the Milky Way.
Therapists, I don't like their taste.i.Therapists, I don't like their taste. in Free Verse More Like This
in 7th grade
i didn’t know depression
until she told me her name,
carving forever scratches
along my limbs like
little love notes on the bark
of a tree.
she stole my rings
and left me hollow.
i had only ever met anxiety
in passing, until one day
he handed me power and told me
to hurt someone else with it.
with an uncontrollable
quivering in my fingers,
he whispered, “ to survive,
you must learn quickly.”
as i shoved the bevel of a needle
into a strangers arm.
so, if a therapist
could talk away my scars
like iodine disinfects,
guide the ships
through the storm of my mind
like a lighthouse-
instead of pills,
if a therapist could
give me the strength
i might just
take my chances.
wishbones and flowers I think it’s selfishwishbones and flowers in Free Verse More Like This
how I have compared
every other kiss
( After all-
good things don’t
invite themselves into the lives
of little girls who categorize
their disorders by the scars
on their wrists and who
allow strangers to hang them
from their necks like wishbones. )
But, no one’s hands
have ever staked claim
to this scavenged wasteland
not even my own.
And it’s hard to forget that;
please forgive me.
As you will always
be the one who taught me
that it’s okay to be sad.
RelapseIt’s like countingRelapse in Free Verse More Like This
along your limbs -
remembering a time
‘just one more’
made you feel better.
- & you’re sitting there
Draco, stuck in limbo
always looks like he’s
Show me what the stars look like tonight.I’ve fallen in love with wars & darkness.Show me what the stars look like tonight. in Free Verse More Like This
The kind of darkness said to have made
shadow monsters of seen-too-much eyes
& the kind of war lands made of
desecrated, dandelion wrists.
I am the wind, the morphine pump
& I’ve carved my bones into stars.
I wear them around my neck
like outward sun marrow
warming my carotid pulse.
These little glow-in-the-dark blankets
aren’t enough to stifle the sounds;
but my anatomy never seemed to fit
together the right way anyway.
It's all about her,-I had never wished to know the moon,It's all about her, in Free Verse More Like This
or the burning gaze of her lover.
I am merely a forest of silences,
old dogwoods & untamed hair.
-But, I made a promise
to a bone collector once.
He could have my spine,
my kneecaps, &
one flowered rib,
wrapped & bowed-up
like a present
-if he could fall in love
with things that slip through his fingers:
-“It would be a sin to love you,
my dear sweet wolf;
you will always cry for the moon.”
Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.Ways to conquer heartbreak in Free Verse More Like This
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase letters, in free verse yet to be proofread.
Write about wars and victory.
Be the hero.
I'll be okay.No, I'm fine.I'll be okay. in Free Verse More Like This
See? I'm okay,
I've got a smile on my face.
Even if times are rough, I'll pull through
just like I always do.
Stop looking at me, I won't look at you after all.
Because I know, if I do will fall
into your compassion
and I'll scream, shout and
let it out my darkest fears, my deepest regrets and deep seated worry.
Big girls don't cry, that's what they always say.
So why is it that I just want to sob the day away?
I know I'm being selfish,
I know you don't want to see this,
and that I'll cause you trouble.
So that's why I smile and grin,
pinch my pain away
and gulp down the tears.
Being a good liar,
might not always be good.
MaskWho am I?Mask in Free Verse More Like This
More importantly, who do I want people to think I am?
Tears streak down my cheeks,
my arms aching for something
or someone to hold on to.
An anchor of sorts, to tether me
to this infernal world.
I’m sure none of my heroes would have broken down
or cried like this,
like a child who’s lost.
I’m sure they would have relished it,
this feeling of an uncertain wanderer.
would I be able to do that too?
Because I need to find a new mask to hide behind –
the previous lies crumbled on the floor,
mere shards remaining from the image
I’d carved out for myself.
Would someone be able to tell me what to do?
Would I be able to ask anyone who to be?
I’m sure the answer to this from anyone and everyone would be;
But I don’t know who that is.
I can’t ask anyone for help,
though I desperately need it.
For no one to suspect that I’m wearing a mask,
I need to make it so original that one cannot q
I wonderI wonder who’d careI wonder in Free Verse More Like This
If I’d crash and burn
At this very moment.
I no longer do.
I no longer have the fight in me,
Like an engine without oil,
I’m out of juice.
I feel cold.
I wonder what’s wrong with me.
I wonder why I’m still here.
I wonder about these tears rolling down my cheeks,
I wonder if they’re a sign.
I wonder if I've given up.
I feel as though I have.
My body’s still moving
Drawing haggard breaths
That rattle into my aching, empty skull.
I wonder why.
Failure is not an optionSilent tears streaked down your cheeks,Failure is not an option in Free Verse More Like This
your lips trembling as you raised the deadly artifact to your head.
Studying in the morning,
studying in the evening.
Going to the gym to stay fit,
not eating much to maintain your poise.
Failure is not an option.
Not at preparing for your future.
Sitting alone at lunch,
your nose always stuck in a book,
makes it hard for people to approach you.
You failed there,
being osctrasized from social groups.
Your former friends turned their backs on you,
all you did was study,
no fun allowed.
Jeering echoed through the hall,
why were you always such a stick in the mud?
Why weren't you ever invited to parties,
why didn't you have a boyfriend?
Cold laughter filled the corridors
as you were tripped,
books flying and glasses cracking.
No helping hand,
nor friendly chastise.
A red handprint clearly visible
on your pale face.
Head in hands,
staring at the moon all night.
a cruel laughing stock.
A quiver of your mou
Play at night (AmericaXReader)You walked up to the door, which seemed to magically open. “Heya.” You said, hugging Alfred tightly. He dragged you inside, one of his arms around your waist as he closed the front door. “You know, you’ll go deaf.” He told you, tapping the earphones which were blasting music loudly into your ears.Play at night (AmericaXReader) in Romance More Like This
“You know, you’ll get fat.” You teased, poking his stomach gently. He pouted and you straightened up. “Touché.” You grinned at his remark and planted a kiss on his cheek, using one of your hands to turn down the music.
Interlacing your fingers, he pulled on your hand, tugging you in the familiar direction of his room. “So which one are we playing today?” You questioned, barely keeping up with him as he was taking two steps at a time.
“New one Kiku asked me to test, it’s got a weird name I can’t pronounce though.” He added the last part sheepishly, sinking down in the red beanbag. Joining him
Anytime (AmericaXTomboy Reader)“C’mon, why the hell is he taking so long?” You muttered to yourself, blowing air from your blown-up cheeks. You’d agreed to go out with Alfred as he needed an honest opinion on some new clothes he wanted.Anytime (AmericaXTomboy Reader) in Romance More Like This
As you rather liked men’s clothes, the foureyes figured you were a perfect choice. Also if something didn’t suit him, you were blunt enough to tell him.
“Hey that guy looks cute, should we talk to him?” You glanced up when you saw a couple of girls hovering in your vicinity.
You sighed, ruffling your short hair. It wasn’t your fault people saw you as a boy, you supposed. You dressed in men’s clothes and acted like one. Though you didn’t really care anymore as you used to, now you’d found people who weren’t weirded out by you and your habits.
“Yo dude! Never fear as the hero is here!” Alfred jumped in front of you, striking a silly pose. You stared at him for a moment then burst out laughing.
You don't need it (BTTXReader)“Gee (y/n), vhat’s taking you so long?”You don't need it (BTTXReader) in Romance More Like This
“Oui, we’ve been ‘ere for ‘ours already.”
“Amiga, we need to get going soon if we want to catch that movie.”
You groaned, scrubbing your face of the makeup once again. “I’m almost done!” You called from the bathroom, hearing a collective sigh from the three boys. “Ja, zhat’s vhat you said half an hour ago...” Gilbert muttered under his breath, rolling his neck to hear a satisfying crack when he’d managed to get the kink out.
Francis placed a magazine on his face, effectively shutting out the outside world as he started to gently snore. The Spaniard was already fast asleep on Francis’s stomach, muttering to himself in his sleep.
Another ten minutes passed and Gilbert’s annoyance had finally gotten the better of him. “Frau, enough!” He growled, thumping on the door. The sudden noise jolted both Antonio and Francis out of the
The last specimen pt. 2 (ScotlandXLast!Reader)A hand clapped on Allistor’s shoulder, a startled yelp leaving him as he’d been engrossed in staring at the girl. “It seems she’s chosen.” Angry shouts of protest sounded from the now other, unneeded contestants. “That was the test?!”The last specimen pt. 2 (ScotlandXLast!Reader) in Romance More Like This
“No! That’s not fair!!”
The scientist chuckled nervously and shrugged to the outrage and dismay of the angry men around him – who all looked so furious that they could have assaulted the man. “I understand your disappointment, gentlemen,” he tried to calm them, but he only managed to enrage them further. Eventually he was forced to summon the security bots to escort them from the room.
The man sighed and rubbed his neck, sliding his glasses up to his forehead. “Can’t say I didn’t see that coming,” he muttered, casting a tired look at Allistor. “Mr Kirkland was it?” The red-head nodded once, wondering what he would have to do next. “Well
The most important mission of all (RussiaX Reader)“Well I’ll be going then Sir.” You saluted officer Braginski and turned to your plane. After getting into the cockpit and getting settled you flipped the switch, the satisfying hum of the engines filling the small compartment.The most important mission of all (RussiaX Reader) in Romance More Like This
Ivan stood and watched as you took off yet again. His heart squeezed painfully as your plane disappeared over the horizon and he turned, his long scarf swishing behind him as he walked. It was always like this.
Ivan had been taken in by your mother, one of the best pilots in the nation and the only female one. She was renowned for her impressive dives and spins and when she flew it was as if she might not come back; she looked as though she could stay up there with the birds and never return.
But Ivan had two sisters, sisters who’d been ripped away from his side and he longed to get back to, back in Russia. Though he hardly had any memory of them, he knew he had to find them, whatever it took.
As he couldn’t fly yet due to his young
Pure pt.2 (Demon PrussiaXReader)The mayor paced around fretfully once more, waiting for all the people of the town to amass the next day. He’d have to go about this carefully, after all accusing someone of being branded by a demon could be quite a touchy subject, but then the most of them already knew of the predicament he was in.Pure pt.2 (Demon PrussiaXReader) in Romance More Like This
Again, he’d asked for the women to line up but all of them this time, excluding the ones the demon had disapproved of previously. Even the servants were present, nervously swaying as the mayor came to a halt in front of them, you in their ranks. You’d followed after your mistresses coach, not that she needed one as the town square was easily within walking distance.
“Now I’m sure you’re all aware why you’re here. The demon who helped build this church marked one of you. I don’t know who and that’s what we’re going to find out.” His shaking voice had evened out at the end, but he still looked a little pale as he quailed in his
Venomous: Part 7 (EnglandxReader)Venomous: Part 7Venomous: Part 7 (EnglandxReader) in Drama More Like This
You woke up early, so early that it was dark outside the room and Arthur was still asleep next to you. Carefully, as to not disturb the captain, you slid out of the bed feet first and quietly stepped towards the door.
Upon exiting the captain’s quarters, you quickly scanned the ship for signs of a life boat, but found none. The sun was approaching the horizon and you knew the men would awaken soon, as well as a pirate captain who would not be happy that his prisoner escaped.
At this point of time, you decided to hide.
You ducked through the nearest door and quietly closed the door. However, you were startled to hear a pan clatter on a counter.
Slowly turning around, you saw that the room you had chosen to hide in was the kitchen and eating area, and Matthew was already preparing breakfast.
“Your not supposed to leave your room!” the quiet boy whispered harshly, fear and concern making his violet eyes sharp.
Tears pricked the corn
Venomous: Part 4 (EnglandxReader)Venomous: Part 4Venomous: Part 4 (EnglandxReader) in General Fiction More Like This
The opium dealer stared at you as Arthur dragged you back through the dark streets and to his ship, where Alfred and Francis were waiting, along with a gentler-looking boy about Alfred's age. His hair was similar in style to the Frenchman, but his violet eyes gazed at you with sympathy as you were shoved back on deck. Alfred seemed annoyed at you, but cowered in fear at the glowering of the captain. Francis only flipped his hair and greeted Yao like a close friend.
Subconsciously, you cringed and shuffled towards the new man.
"Hi," he whispered to you with a small smile. His voice was soft and soothing, something you missed the past few days.
Trying not to draw Arthur's attention from the crewmember he was currently yelling at, you nodded politely at the boy.
His violet eyes followed your's and flickered to the captain before widening at you in understanding. His voice stayed low, lips barely moving as he spoke, "I'm Matthew, the ship's cook." You
Peer Pressure: Part 6 (Bad Touch TrioxReader)Peer Pressure: Part 6Peer Pressure: Part 6 (Bad Touch TrioxReader) in Romance More Like This
Bad Touch TrioxReader
Francis seemed relieved that you accepted his offer. Grinning widely at you, he grabbed your hand, pulling you to the gate leading to the parking lot.
“No running on the pool deck,” you giggled, tugging him back slightly.
The boy smiled sheepishly as he slowed. “Je suis désolé,” he apologized, bowing his head nervously, “I’m just a bit excited.”
Still quietly laughing at him, you smirked, “I can tell.” You swung your connected arms merrily as you exited the pool deck, “So, where are we going?”
A merry blue eye winked at you, “Where do you think?”
Biting your lip, you used one of your many tricks on the boy, “Je ne sais pas,” you shrugged.
You held back a laugh at the sight of his gaping mouth and wide eyes. “You speak French?” he sputtered out, disbelieving.
“Just what I remember from school!” you laughed.
Kinda Average: Part 2 (AmericaxReader)Kinda Average: Part 2Kinda Average: Part 2 (AmericaxReader) in Romance More Like This
Commission for Mystery-hearts
“Miss (L/n)?” You looked up from the paper you were grading to see one of your quieter students standing with the assignment in her small hands. “Could you help me with number 12 on the worksheet?”
With the faintest shadow of a smile of your young face, you looked back at the papers and answered the question you had heard only seven years ago, when you were a junior in high school.
You didn’t even need to look at your answer key to tell the girl where to look. “Try the second paragraph on page 496.”
She flashed you a soft smile, “Thank you!”
Just as she found the answer in her textbook with a bright grin, you noticed the bell would ring soon. Clapping your hands, you stood from your desk and took a seat on a stool in the middle of the classroom.
“Alright! Pack up really fast and I’ll let you start your weekends after you tell me what’s
Hide and Seek (2P!AxisxReader)Hide and SeekHide and Seek (2P!AxisxReader) in Horror More Like This
Humming to yourself, you pulled open another window, successfully opening your house up to the cool breeze outside, bare feet padding softly against the tiles of your home. Your humming stopped, however, when you heard someone knock on the door.
(E/c) eyes curious, you took a cautious step towards the door just as another knock was heard against the solid wood. “Yes?” you called out, opening the door a crack.
An auburn haired man with a shit-eating grin on his face was standing in your line of sight. “Is this the home of (F/n) (L/n)?” he asked sweetly with a prominent Italian accent.
“Who’s asking?” you questioned, chewing on your lip.
This Italian’s eyes opened, revealing a shocking, magenta color. “We are,” he growled, kicking the door open so that you could see an additional two men standing there; one a tall, fair haired man with violet eyes and a menacing grin and the other a shorter As
Venomous: Part 11 (EnglandxReader)Venomous: Part 11Venomous: Part 11 (EnglandxReader) in Drama More Like This
When Arthur came back, you had eaten and cleaned up as much as you could using the pan of water you noticed what felt like so long ago. And he had brought dresses that were much more elegant than what you were used to. They were gorgeous dresses with fine embroidery and lace and silk, but you didn’t dare think of how the pirate had gotten them. He had also bought you a few nightgowns, which were by far simpler, despite their equally high quality.
So you chose to only wear the nightgowns. It wasn’t as if you’d be walking amongst the crew and Arthur would be the only one to ever see you unless he was out. You disliked how well the dresses fit.
Your time on the ship was a blur of days and days of restless sleeping and sitting awake, longing for a chance to touch solid ground again. When you did, however, it was not an occasion to celebrate.
Arthur had been growing increasingly restless and aggravated over the days, sometimes not sl
Make You Feel My Love: Part 2 (FrancexReader)Make You Feel My Love: Part 2Make You Feel My Love: Part 2 (FrancexReader) in Romance More Like This
You had woken up a few minutes ago and gave up on sleep.
Sitting on the floor cross-legged, your large white cat took a seat in your lap. Happy as you were made by the gesture, the soft purring of the animal only reminded you of the day Francis gave it to you.
Gently, you stroked the long, soft fur of the cat and leaned forward to type on your laptop and, after an internal battle of whether or not you wanted to hate yourself today, you logged into Facebook.
You scrolled down the page, occasionally stopping to read a post by a close friend or like a picture that made you smile. But then, you saw it. The post you had been dreading.
She had done it again. Posted some sappy crap about having dinner with "her boo". You almost pitied your French friend.
Clicking onto her page, you saw the picture she took with him at the table. It made your heart pang to see him smiling like that with her, and when you looked at the comments it only got wors
Venomous: Part 9 (EnglandxReader)Venomous: Part 9Venomous: Part 9 (EnglandxReader) in Drama More Like This
Hunger shoved away long ago by the increasing nausea that was brought on by the progression of the sun in the sky, you made your way back to the captain’s cabin. Your head was hung low and your lip was curled up in disgust.
When you reached the door, you opened it to find Arthur already in the room, stripped of all clothing but his pants.
Brushing past him, you sat heavily on one of the plush chairs in the room, pulling your feet to your chest and drawing your arms around your knees. You said nothing to the pirate and he in turn said nothing to you.
Further ignoring the nearly nude man, you shut your eyes and attempted to drift to sleep, though it was difficult to maintain a regular sleep schedule with all of the sleep you had been doing.
You sighed. It seemed like the only thing you were actually in control of was your own sleep, and even dominance over that eluded you. You remained awake hours after the sun had set over the horizon and its
Venomous: Part 3 (EnglandxReader)Venomous: Part 3Venomous: Part 3 (EnglandxReader) in Drama More Like This
No one was in your room when you woke up again. Instead, you were alone and the room was different. Not different as if you were in a separate room in the same building, but as if you had been completely relocated. Slowly, your senses came back to you and your nose tickled from the salt of the ocean.
When you stood, your legs wobbled due to the rocking of your room. Which caused you to wonder, why was the room rocking?
"Shit," you whispered to yourself as you stumbled over to the only door in the room. You paused upon reaching it, hesitant to see what faced you outside the quiet cabin. Shaking off the uneasy feeling, you quietly pushed open the door, revealing the nearly empty deck of a boat. Curious, you wondered to the edge of the ship and looked over at where you were.
But not where you thought you were, no. You were stopped somewhere you didn't recognize. Still, you were going to take the chance of running. Checking to see if no one wa
Taken Alive (GermanyxReader)Taken AliveTaken Alive (GermanyxReader) in Drama More Like This
Request for NovemberMidnight
Defined as a state of armed conflict between different nations or states or different groups within a nation or state.
Traditionally a way for the men of said state or country to gain honor and pride.
A death granted during war was a great honor that many young boys longed to eventually face.
Prisoners of war and concubines were regularly taken as well as a country’s wealth as a way to flaunt the power and strength of a warrior.
War was something all men thirsted for- all men wanted.
When war was declared, your whole nation was thrown into excitement.
The men were quick to be drafted, the women quick to send them off with proud goodbyes.
And you were quick to style your hair like your father’s and wrap your chest with heavy fabric. Quick to find yourself in the middle of a battlefield against an army far stronger than your own. One not entirely known for losing to a little army like
Perfect on PaperWe cut heartsPerfect on Paper in Free Verse More Like This
into paper to make streams
That was my impression of it.
That you ripped
the pieces you didn't want
until you got something that was
It's no wonder
that I can't believe that someone
would think I was paper-perfect,
In absence of a poem.I chewed my pen to the nibIn absence of a poem. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and swallowed the ink thoughtlessly,
but no matter how long I thought,
I couldn't say what you mean to me.
I tried, I tried and I tested,
every word in my diminutive range,
but I screwed up more pieces of paper
and happened upon something strange;
I noticed words, which have served me,
for all of my formative years,
had no power to convey my gratitude
for the times that you dried my tears.
Whenever I doubt myself (often),
You're the one who tells me I'm wrong
You lift up my chin and remind me, wait
for the good things that will come along.
I can't find a way to express how
you are the saving grace in my head.
So words can't tell you how I love you -
I hope my silence will tell you instead.
The PlaylistA group of us lying on the floorThe Playlist in Free Verse More Like This
in a too-small apartment
that can’t hold a fraction of our disorders
syndromes and symptoms
tucked under the kitchen sink
and in between self help books
and in the pages of love poetry
only half meant.
A group of us lying on the floor
wishing we could see the stars.
but thats not how the architecture
has been set up for us
we have to live our lives blinkered
from the celestial
but at least we have each other.
A group of us lying on the floor
letting music replace our immune systems
not caring if a misspent lyric saves us,
not caring if a dropped note kills us
we don’t care about anything but the floor,
these walls, these chains,
that sound so familiar in an acoustic’s voice.
A group of us lying on the floor
caring about nothing but the ceiling
thats blocking out the light.
You'll Never DieHear me read it!You'll Never Die in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They say that if a writer falls in love with you then you never really die.
Instead your body is laid out in its funerial shrouds and moulds are made. Soft impressions of you to be pressed onto the blank faces of future loves.
Every time I write of taking comfort in a safe place in a storm, it will be your forearm. Every half-made smile will be on your lips, and every touch will be constructed from the residue beneath your fingernails.
When I metaphise of trees' blood, the leaves that give the energy so that a willow can provide shade for those in need, it will be your blood, it will be your light drenched kisses.
Every tear on every face will taste of the sweat that you put into keeping me happy. Every soaring song of love will be played through your windpipe, your trachea my instrument of choice.
For every time that a hero has the strength to walk on, I will use your feet. I will weld them to my own and walk a mile. Wal
CradlingI lay my swan heartCradling in Free Verse More Like This
in a nest of feather fluff;
sanguine, sweet and soft.
I lay my swan heart
in a frame not strong enough
to keep my love aloft.
I Didn't Mean, I Didn't MeanI didn't mean to make you cringeI Didn't Mean, I Didn't Mean in Free Verse More Like This
when I mentioned the strength of your shoulders
- didn't want to see them fold in
to protect vulnerable organs
from words protruding rudely
out of disguised compliments.
I didn't mean, I didn't mean -
I didn't mean for you to shut your eyes
when I admired the specific shade of chamoisee
- didn't want to see you wince
as you prepared for an unfelt slap
and the long-lasting sting
of a bare, misshapen insult.
I didn't mean, I didn't mean -
I didn't mean for you to laugh
when I said that I find you beautiful
- didn't want to see you shake
and hear your voice choke
on the ridiculousness
of a misspent commendation.
I didn't mean, I didn't mean -
I didn't mean for you to hiss a sharp inhale
when I smiled at the sound of your voice
I didn't mean, I didn't mean -
I didn't mean for you to frown
when I stared at you too long
I didn't mean, I didn'
Sweet CornHe shuckedSweet Corn in Free Verse More Like This
to the spine.
Broke off the gold until
but the stalk remained;
and broken open.
The ribcage spilled
and gushed her pain
upon the sheets.
She lay in the blood
and wept, for the lie
she had lost.
In The StarsIn the stab of the night,In The Stars in Free Verse More Like This
when there is no moon
or modern light to guide you -
there will be stars.
They will burn themselves out
with the vehemence with which
they shine for you.
They will desperately radiate
their message to you
across lightyears of dead air,
they are full with it.
They are children
holding their breath
until you beg them to stop.
They are waiting for you
to be ready to hear them.
In the ache of the night,
when there are no whispers
or echoes to guide you -
there will be stars;
and those stars will be couriers
baring these words to you
emblazoned with their royal seal.
They will be eternally pressed
in the spaces between space
Somehow in the cracks
of infinite nothingness
you will find my words.
Wedged behind a stereo
until you think to move it.
They are waiting for you
to be ready to feel them.
In the grimace of the night,
when there are no tears
or smiles to guide you -
there will be stars.
They will be distant eyes
full of my love for you
that will watc
The DancerHear me read itThe Dancer in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The night I met Jessie she was beautiful. She swayed to the almost intolerably loud music as if her bones were made of it. She was something unknown. I remember the sharp cut of her hair had run across her cheek, parallel to her carved-out cheekbone. It looked like a wig, I wanted to touch it. I wanted to touch her, and see if she felt like plastic. Who could ever believe that someone so perfect could be so real. I regret that. I regret doubting her reality.
Eventually she bought me a drink; she called it an Appleté but trapped in the pulsating fuchsia lights of the club it looked purple. It tasted like jealousy; sour and eye watering. When I told her this she laughed a little, apparently she'd heard that one before. I drank it anyway. I wanted to slot into my assigned role in her fantastical world.
We talked a little. She served other men drinks. The ones in the shadows could have been my reflection. It was confusing. The
HatredYou are a hemorrhage. You are the violent implosion of my blood under my skin that makes it itch like I am morphine-high. You are my blood seeping from arteries into artillery and shooting holes through my over-ripened heart. You are the snarl on my lip and scars across my forearms that burst open when I over reach my capabilities. You are the writhing groaning dying beast in my ribbed cage that aches for a kill. If I released you, you would snap my neck and watch me spurt out the only truth between us; my blood. You are venom and sap, holding my structure together from otherwise limp apathy but nonetheless you are poison, and how I hate you, hatred.Hatred in Free Verse More Like This
.you are dead and buried. in Free Verse More Like This
six feet under yourself,
still feeling the way you did
when you were seventeen
and when you bathe, you still
keep your head under the
water, wrists upturned, red
eyes open, trying to drown yourself
.a scalpel from. in Free Verse More Like This
wrist to elbow-
you will not be
living under my
.you’ve got. in Free Verse More Like This
.you are a walking. in Free Verse More Like This
coffin; there are sentences
buried alive inside you, all the
things you could not say
and they will fester there
like maggots, eat you from
the inside out
.i dug up the. in Free Verse More Like This
past again, those
i set them loose
inside the house
and now we have
.you say you. in Free Verse More Like This
lie because you
care, and i
i know you'd
use the truth
if you really
.they say that you are the. in Free Verse More Like This
work of the devil; you'll have
black orbs for eyes and a tongue
as sharp as your fathers
and i hope you will not feel a thing
when they pull back your blankets
and carry you out, when they leave
me with nothing but creases
Only When I WriteThe drama unfurling in my lifeOnly When I Write in Free Verse More Like This
Feels like the shadow of my hand
That grows as it comes ever closer
To the light perched on my bed stand
In that I can feel the darkest cloud
Ever such a menacing sight
In time I can reverse the feeling
But only when I write
Seclusion left me with nothing
Apart from creativity
Loneliness it turns out, my friends
Is quite the aperitif
For the feast that is awaiting me
If I make it through the night
Tomorrow always brings me new hope
But only when I write
You approach me on a good day
And I will offer you a smile
The same expression on the worst days
Because my manners are so mild
But don’t take me for a toothless fool
When cornered I’ve been known to bite
Fear not, those demons remain at bay
But only when I write
Bi-PolaroidWill you take a Polaroid pictureBi-Polaroid in Free Verse More Like This
And shake it in your hand
As you wait for it to develop
Please try to understand
That my smile might as well be painted
My tears photoshopped out
I'll add a caption on the reverse
So there will be no doubt
That I swing low like a pendulum
In a grandfather clock
That I fly high as a soaring kite
With each tick and each tock
Will you take a Polaroid picture
And hold me in your hands
As you wait for me to develop
Please try to understand
There'll be days when I'm as cold as ice
I'll thaw myself for you
And those things I said with aggression
I will try to undo
You should take me in to a dark room
And shake me till its clear
The love I show you is very real
The hate just comes from fear
That Girl In The MirrorHappiness will remain forever out of reachThat Girl In The Mirror in Free Verse More Like This
When love from your life you omit
To the girl in the mirror; you are beautiful
Yet somehow you never quite fit
Not the girl they thought you’d turn out to be
When you were a neonate child
Born with a raging heart and a raging mind
But with a manner ever so mild
Your scars aren’t always visible to them
And not only hidden under attire
Lacerations to the mind are just as abhorrent
When memories and dreams conspire
So girl break the mirror if you have to
And reflect on your life as a whole
Do you really want to spend the rest of your days
Behind a façade of self control?
Please be strong enough to go your own way
Indeed go against the grain
In your field of dreams stand up and be counted
And maybe others will do the same
You are unique and you are so beautiful
You’re everything someone else is not
The light of your reflection will shine on
Through the looking glass your childhood begot
The Right Hand Curse ReversedEverything that my right hand has ever writtenThe Right Hand Curse Reversed in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Comes from the heart and mind of a boy that is cursed
So from now on I’ll learn to write with my left hand
In hope not expectation that this curse will be reversed
And then I shall sit in front of an open fire
Unflinching as each flame licks closer to my face
Not close enough though so it could swallow me whole
But just close enough so that it can have a taste
Of the beads of regret in my perspiration
That are forming and rolling down my furrowed brow
From a wildfire mind that is now out of control
Come thoughts that these damp morals fail to disallow
Everything that my right hand has ever written
Might as well have been scribed in invisible ink
With my thoughts being a vessel on a voyage of hope
And the weight of my memories causing it to sink
Right down to the depths of the deepest ocean floor
And left down there to rot beneath the sea bed
I thank the Lord that they’ll remain out of reach
And that none of the words I’ve
Reality BitesReality bitesReality Bites in Free Verse More Like This
Where as he tore shreds
From the pristine pages
Of the book you once read
A promise of a Prince
And of a fairytale
On those lonely nights
Serving to regale
And offer some solace
In times of despair
When hope felt as distant
As the love you once shared
Your book was unique
Though you try to replace
The words and the images
But you still see his face
Suffocated by life
Each breath hard to find
A broken, tarnished heart
In tumultuous times
But with your pride still intact
Maybe now is the time
That for once you bite back
I Feel Your AbsenceWe will not be sharing a kiss tonightI Feel Your Absence in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And no one else’s lips will ever do
Patience is a virtue, not a hindrance
It will be a pleasure waiting for you
Though I’m in love with your body and soul
And dream of a shared passion between us
I’ll wait to hear your body sing my name
There can indeed be innocence in lust
Alas, I cannot dance with you tonight
As we find ourselves many miles apart
But still you dance around my cluttered mind
Quickstep to the beat of my hollow heart
Though I’m in love with your past and present
I shall slowly remove the hurt and hate
Replacing it with a loving future
In accordance with my belief in fate
A pain that only you can imagine
To be apart, now that our love has grown
And arms feeling as empty as my soul
When I can’t cradle your quivering bones
Though I now wonder how I ever coped
In the days, months and years before you came
I feel lucky to have you in my life
So for this absence I cannot complain
19 Years OldI was just nineteen years old19 Years Old in Free Verse More Like This
When I cut myself in two
The boy I wanted them to see
And the boy they never knew
Hid my hollow bones away
I've been hiding ever since
Yes, you may see the odd smile
But only ever a glimpse
But my heart was never broken
It was born in several pieces
And with every passing year
The size of the segments decreases
I was just nineteen years old
When I died for the first time
I did not cope so well
With leaving my childhood behind
I didn't want to face up
To these wretched bent back blues
But will I give in to the struggle?
No, with respect I refuse
See my grandfather gave me
The stubborn heart of an ox
I will die before I collapse
A coward I am not
When I Was 13I am just a little boy in a grown man’s shellWhen I Was 13 in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who finds himself lost in a daydream
That my mind manifested one Monday morning
On the cusp of being aged thirteen
Sitting on a plastic chair in a stale classroom
Looking out of the rain lashed window
Thoughts turn to the length of my imagination
And indeed what distance it could go
I was snapped back to reality as always
With my tank topped teacher's booming cry
This was not the first, nor would it be the last time
I would find myself preoccupied
Classmates around me may live their life linear
Like most people who have gone before
But I can’t see the point of a mind’s vast landscape
If I am not going to explore
I am just a little boy in a grown man’s shell
Who’s become lost in a lonely life
For me reality had not been the ruler
But it most certainly had been rife
Sitting on a leather chair in a stale office
Looking out of the sun starved window
My imagination was plotting it's escape
Leaving no clues to where
Target WeightI am afraid because I knowTarget Weight in Free Verse More Like This
That I will never arrive
At a point where I am nourished
And emotionally satisfied
So to regulate my mood
I consume levels that disgrace
They suppose that this is greed
That assumption is misplaced
I’m addicted to the feeling
The short term stimulation
But that only makes me more prone
To those feelings of deflation
And stomach cramps and pains
Loose skin hanging from my bones
Eyes sinking into my skull
And those deathly grey skin tones
Will I ever fill the hole
Silence those voices for a while
I prepare my gut for sorrow
While I am spoon fed on denial
But life’s too much to digest
An acid reflux episode
Regurgitate my memories
Before my stomach explodes
In a culture such as ours
The blame lays nowhere but my plate
I chose the fats, sugars and salts
The impossible target weight
Now I’m afraid because I know
The end has already arrived
In the form of this addiction
To a staple we need to survive
What Lovers DoWhen I was lost you found meWhat Lovers Do in Free Verse More Like This
So now you’re lost let me find you
Fall into my arms sweetheart
No questions, it’s what lovers do
Cradled in my arms tonight
Till the morning after ensues
Maybe then you can see things
From a different point of view
We can sit here all night babe
I’m no saint to offer guidance
Just some whispered words of love
I’ll be here when you break your silence
There is no doctrine of life
But only second hand wisdom
Each person is their own jailor
And inmate begging for freedom
Some of those are there by choice
Others will just misplace the key
You are indeed the latter
But please know you can rely on me
May this torrid time tick away
This is no requiem to our love
As I refuse to mourn the end
Of you, of me and of us
preemptive breakup poemif anyone ever tells you your sadness isn't physical,preemptive breakup poem in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
show them the ache in your bones,
the raw skin on your arms or wrists or hips or thighs,
the imprint of your foetal body on your mattress from the days you couldn't bear to leave.
and you see this?
this is what hurt looks like.
i want you to look closer, lean in a little until you can feel the sadness on my breath
and i want you to watch my eyes. count how often they blink and count how many of them are forcing back words i still can never say.
i don't want you to miss a second of how you make me feel.
i want to be what keeps you up at night
i want to be the reason you can't eat
or laugh at your favourite tv programs
i want to be the reason
you walk with your eyes on the pavement
because too many things
remind you of me
i want you to feel the soreness of a heart unloved
loudly enough that the beating is mute and slow
loudly enough that you keep your hands in your pockets
when you move through the city so you don't touch any
the thing is i wish i were kidding but man,the sky fell when you left.the thing is i wish i were kidding but man, in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
man at the cafehe's sitting there at the cafeman at the cafe in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
sandwich on thick white bread
and straggling beansprouts
and i hate the look in his eye.
he is by himself
so he's thinking
and his hat is tilted over his face
so he's in shadow
and he won't look up
from his sandwich
so i am actively watching him.
i know he is sad.
i know he is waiting for a girl
to show up,
or maybe he's just thinking of one,
maybe he's just wishing
she were here
because when she's not,
maybe he's never seen her,
but his heart knows she's out there
and his soul can't sleep
until he's found her.
maybe he thinks he knows her,
and maybe she's an ocean away.
maybe he thinks the longer
he stares at the dangling beansprouts,
the sooner she can be
by his side.
and because maybe he knows her,
he won't look for anyone else
and that hat tipped low over his brow
keeps it so his eyes are really
only for her.
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i carry empty bottles
for every feeling
i never wanted;
they clatter in my bag
and where they are tied
on my wrists and ankles.
the glass glitters
until dulled by the weights
and dim light of the heavy feelings
that fill them.
i am my mother.
i have felt things
on my skin i have tried
to cut away to no avail,
i have tried to smile
until it hurts my god it hurts
and my bones are fire
but you think i'm okay so i'm okay
i am my mother
because i will never be angry
when others smudge the mud
from their feet onto me,
i will never show a scowl or reddened face
for being treated like wasted space.
i will take every jibe with a nod
and half smile,
lips closed over broken teeth
to prevent the possibility of baring them,
presenting a threat,
projecting confidence instead of regret.
i will drag my weighty bottles
and break myself into shards
that cut me with every move
before i dare let them crack.
(mother, do not worry
i am fine.)
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like an electrical fire
and my god,
it will hurt
and you will smile
because it hurt
and that means
it wasn't all a dream.
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buoyant in the blue bay
outside of your house.
you are in the garden
and i am watching from the window
as you watch me back.
i am wearing nothing
but a long strand of pearls
and pink underwear,
and you cannot keep your mouth closed.
i like it better that way
when we kiss.
i like to feel your body
forget how it is to take in air
at a regular pace,
i like to feel its
it makes me feel like
your soul is dancing
when it meets mine.
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so i don't remember how to write
poetry because it's pretty
and that's the last thing i feel,
and i can't write stories
because they're all happening to me
though i've forgotten how to live
can't stop dying
but i can't stop breathing
just look for a second
this is what i'm dealing with-
i'm feeling too much
all the salt in the ocean;
i'm not pausing as i feel
my breath stuttering
like my heartbeat
in my chest,
so i wonder if i have
or if i just miss you
enough to put a hole in my chest,
and i wonder if i could do it myself
with a knife or if it's from
i'm so in love it hurts
but i don't think it could not hurt
because it's not like
you're close enough
to help me sew this wound shut;
all i know is i keep looking
at all these clips of poetry like newspaper,
tracking my life and giving me
all these little annotations
on the days my heart didn't feel like
sometimes i feel like a crime
would shake me up
like maybe if
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that's a quarter of an hour, that's ten miles, that's space enough that i never have to see you again.
but still i feel my heart beating like a rabbit's foot against my rib.
i'm a girl still in denial
of being a woman with
breasts and hips and a womb.
i'm a child with my heart and i will surrender it foolishly
to the first boy to give me roses and push them into my hair.
i don't know how to love,
the way i don't know how how to stop.
but let me tell you this- it happens.
they both do.
i loved your fragile brown eyes like i'd never seen a warmer fire.
i sank my bones like an anchor to your earthly vessel and called it home.
i staggered home drunk every weekend we were together
by word only.
and i felt myself falling apart when i sighed
with sleepy repetition as we exhausted the same jokes as ever,
just a million miles different.
my mind drifted but i loved you.
the feathered finches in my chest were beat
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to fall asleep beside you
in a post coital haze,
and to wake in the morning
to run to class.
do you wake me,
do you kiss my forehead,
do we make love again-
i don't know,
and do you wet your toothbrush
before applying toothpaste,
tell me you don't leave the sink running,
it must get awfully tired.
and what do you dream of
when i lie next to you,
blissfully more than just a body;
what will you dream of
a year from now?
please tell me i can fit into
your big picture
as easily as i can fit into