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I am a labelI slid the blade across my wristI am a label in Free Verse More Like This
Once
Twice
Again and again.
Maybe I’m an emotional freak.
I cause fights and arguments
Over
And over
Again.
Maybe I’m a troublemaker.
I use make up to make myself seem
Better
And…
Prettier.
Maybe I’m girly.
I complain about things
Even when sometimes
They’re not
That
Bad.
Maybe I’m an attention seeker.
I fall under so many
Stereotypes.
So maybe I am a label.
Or maybe
I’m just me.
No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you wereNo Longer a Little Girl in Free Verse More Like This
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced
Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead
Dear destructive ten
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.
Bipolar DisorderI am a victim of a shadow named fourteenBipolar Disorder in Free Verse More Like This
And a little girl, my old best friend who turned into a demon.
Fourteen human figures without a face… they attack my soul
And everybody’s staring at me without an honest reason.
I am a victim of the people of the world
Who only want to hurt me, and my innocent family
Terrified of the ones around me, even those I love
When a nightmare becomes my reality.
I can’t take a shower without peeking outside the curtain
And I can’t close my eyes when I wash my hair
Because I’m horrified, afraid that when I open them
I’ll see somebody with a bloody face angrily standing ther
I Love You, DaddyDaddy, please don't touch me.I Love You, Daddy in Free Verse More Like This
It doesn't feel good.
It makes me feel..
Naughty.
Daddy, please don't hit me.
I didn't mean to disappoint you.
When you hit me, it makes me feel...
Bad.
Daddy, please don't hurt her.
Mommy didn't do anything.
When you hit her, it makes me feel..
Mad.
Daddy, please don't say you love me.
I know you're lying.
When you say you still want me, it makes me feel...
Sad.
Daddy, please stop screaming at her.
You already killed her.
When you scream at her, it makes me feel..
Angry.
Daddy, stay there.
Let me sink the knife into your throat.
When you bleed, it makes me feel..
Alive.
Daddy, aren't you happy now?
As you
AsylumWho are you?Asylum in Free Verse More Like This
Where are you?
What... are you?
The blinding white walls
Closing in on you
Trapping you
Drowning you.
Who are you?
Certainly not
yourself.
Certainly not that
happy little girl
jumping through fairy tales
as a sunset paints the silver sky.
Where are you?
Certainly not
home.
Definitely not where
you'd want to be.
What are you?
Certainly not
wanted.
Obviously not
needed.
Blood, scars, wounds.
Pain.
Torture.
All you see are shadows
In a room of white walls...
Goodbye, miscarried babyI love the little baby that I never got to holdGoodbye, miscarried baby in Free Verse More Like This
The baby that I never got to see.
And maybe, just maybe that baby would love us, too
If only that baby got to be.
I love the little baby that was never able to smile
Never even able to survive.
And maybe that baby would have a life worth living
If only that baby was alive.
And maybe that baby had mommy's blue eyes
And daddy's smile, and grandma's tight hugs.
And honestly, there's no way to describe that little baby
And no way to describe the way it was loved.
LabelsAttention seeker?Labels in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe fighting for acception.
Emo?
Rather, suffering rejection...
Ugly?
Maybe breaking for direction...
Anorexic?
Perhaps dying for correction...
Fake?
Maybe hurting for affection..
So maybe before you label someone just because you don't feel a connection...
Maybe fix yourself before you point out imperfections.
Canvas Is The MirrorA canvas is a mirrorCanvas Is The Mirror in Free Verse More Like This
The paint drips down with my reflection
The canvas is my mirror
Maybe imperfect
But only because
The canvas is me.
The canvas is your mirror
As the brush tickles its surface
The canvas is our mirror
Messy
Ugly
And beautiful.
The canvas is a mirror
The depth of the artwork stares back into my
Eyes.
After all, I do not paint a canvas
Because the canvas
Paints
Me.
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 a
I'm talking myself in circles,I screamed,I'm talking myself in circles, in Free Verse More Like This
"There is nothing
wrong with me, not a damn
thing.”
I wanted to believe
the big dipper on my arm
meant something more
than sun marks & kisses.
But, how can I trust words
that slip through my teeth
as easy as breathing
when this star
has only ever learned
how to f
a
l
l
?
Hear me howl.Tell me again, Father,Hear me howl. in Free Verse More Like This
I’m the perfect daughter-
when all I want to be
is the crescent moons
resting like strong soldiers
in the grooves of my palms.
I am but
(outgrown)
lonely bones,
quaking with frostbite,
numbed with rage.
A wolf's jaw:
locked, teeth tearing
into the chilled flesh
of your neck.
NaPoWriMo: Day 9More respectNaPoWriMo: Day 9 in Free Verse More Like This
for hungry lions,
than man's
greedy fingers,
she really,
really
doesn’t want to write this poem.
As she forgets how to use words
(on most days,)
relying on curses
like casting some witch's spell-
with only ten dollars to her name.
The oldest daughter:
she’s still somewhere in the middle,
filed under
miscellaneous
because they had no other way
to categorize her.
Getting her first gravestone at three-
she prayed
not to the gods,
but to the lily stargazers
in her palms.
One day
she would become
NaPoWriMo: Day 8I was toldNaPoWriMo: Day 8 in Free Verse More Like This
to slice through the thickest
of scar tissue this evening.
Let all my inner demons
fall to the floor
& write them out
in my own black blood.
It’s not red anymore,
even though needles
& the bruises
laid out like war-lands
on my arms
say otherwise.
I don’t think it ever was,
honestly.
Therapeutic,
they said.
My mind is a mess
of free versed insecurities,
cat’s eye marbles,
& untamed forest fires-
but,
I still don’t have the nerve
to slice open my skin
& bleed for her.
NaPoWriMo: Day 10 Have you ever been so cold, Sweetheart,NaPoWriMo: Day 10 in Free Verse More Like This
your knee's q u a k e d like that Jenga piece
that buckled just before your whole foundation
t
o
p
p
l
e
d
over?
I have.
& no matter
how many times
I've restarted your heart,
one would think
I'd grow tired,
eventually;
I'm still writing you in poetry
(in the most inappropriate of places.)
You forced yourself beneath my blades
& my fingertips,
Licking unst
Tiger EyesHidden between a ribcageTiger Eyes in Free Verse More Like This
not fit for company, or
mid-winter loving,
I grasped your heart, tightly.
We were a mess of ugly
metaphors, and tongues
gone limp-from far to many
late night, gunpowder kisses.
The kind that left nostalgic
paper cut hearts that burned
and ached, lonesome for you
after months of itching.
Tired, but deadly, I once found
you resting at my feet, peering
up with hungry tiger eyes and
claws unsheathed.
[ I never wanted you more. ]
Poets do it betterPaper thin wordsPoets do it better in Free Verse More Like This
hang off the tongue
of an angst ridden poet
who writes his verses
on used napkins—
in hopes that one day
his words will get him
in your bed.
Poetry turned angry,
clinging silhouettes,
teeth and cold fingertips
between the sheets.
His words make you
moan false religions
as you lay vulnerable
to the strokes of his pen.
Scorpions and Love LettersI never longed to hear him call meScorpions and Love Letters in Free Verse More Like This
'Dear Heart' as if he wrote love letters
to his own, bloody mass of an organ
that beat up a rhythm between my
bruised yet sturdy, castle ribs.
Anonymous scribbles,
itching between the stitching
of a patchwork Frankenstein.
As I will never give it up to the poet
with the sloppy tongue-
ugly verses dripping from his lips
like a love sick plague
leaving me hollow;
a soulless shell seeking escape.
I'll never love him.
This Scorpio heart is mine.
Covered in barbed wire,
It stings and it cries—
but it rips and it tears
and it bites—
NaPoWriMo: Day 2sometimes,NaPoWriMo: Day 2 in Free Verse More Like This
i have this
sudden urge to cut
my hair.
most of the time,
i just wish I were anything
other than me.
a rocket ship, a bird-
the sweet flavored smoke
I promised my girlfriend
these briar patch lungs
would not in.hale.
instead,
i have fallen in love
with the strangest of things-
eyes that intimidate
godless boys.
the way my scars
play hide and seek
with her hands. -
the love letters
that start and end
with kisses
pressed against limbs.
i make promises
i know i can not keep.
but if i were a liar
i would say i was tired
of writing to the stars.
StainedMy blood stained hands dive into the shallow end of the lake, scooping up the clear water that illuminates from the moonlight. As I let go of the droplets, my blood begins to mix within it, washing away from me and down into a stream of darkness. I feel relief as my frail hands stop shaking and relax before me unstained of the power they have over me. This is a process I complete every night of my life.Stained in Settings More Like This
Turning away from the water I scrub my jeans quickly and stand, looking across the lake into the darkness. I can see nothing and it’s a comfort, I would be forever happy, if I never had to see anything ever again . . .
I don’t kn
Love hurts'Do you know what it feels like, to love someone who will never love you back?'Love hurts in Short Stories More Like This
'I do not.'
She sat up from her window seat, and walked patiently towards him.
'And do you know, what it feels like to know, you can never see them?'
'No.'
She placed a slender finger on his shoulder.
'Do you know what it feels like, to never know if they feel the same?'
The man paused, lost in his thoughts. His expression strained and he looked up at her.
'I don't.'
She let out a roar of fury and bashed her hands on the man, he fell, and she scrambled to fight again. He blocked them all.
'Do . . . you . . . know . . . how . . . it . . . feels . . . to .
no one is ever going to want memaybe onceno one is ever going to want me in Free Verse More Like This
this would've been
poetic
but i'm crying &
there's nothing
pretty
or wonderful
here
i think
my face is scrunched
like a red rag
in the sink
slumped beneath a leaky
faucet &
my hands are shaking
maybe i could make
it
sound nice--
high
buzzed
lustful
but what i have
you won't like
memories
and do you want them too?
stealing & paying
pressing bottles and
pictures to my sternum
the heat
the cold
maybe it's the silence
that hurts
the stumbling
the tumult of words down
the sink and
across the floor
the empty heads
&
i was pretty then
bird-legs and stilted poems
so nice
numbering stars and
crushing books between
my teet
Humble Mediocrity.I see the truth in your web of lies,Humble Mediocrity. in Free Verse More Like This
It's hard to see when you use your eyes.
Problem is, I'm a liar too.
I knew exactly where to look for you.
You're living one of your lies,
As you watch through the eyes,
Of humble mediocrity.
I'm here because someone has heard your plea.
You look at me and you scream for help,
Whilst saying nothing at all and not wanting to tell.
But that's not why I came,
I'm here because of what I became.
I came because I know what you can do,
Because I was once someone just like you.
I was once like you, living a lie.
Which is why I'm here - to silence your cry.
I came because you are a danger to me,
As you watch through your humble mediocrity.
Takes one to know one and I like my privacy,
So please forgive me because I am sorry.
As I look into your dead eyes,
With the potential to see through my lies.
I killed you for you saw my grand life as it really is
- Humble Mediocrity.
Money can't buy happiness."Money can't buy happiness"Money can't buy happiness. in Free Verse More Like This
This is the old tale we all know so well,
The proof lies here in the tale I am about to tell.
There was once a beautiful, smart and rich woman,
She was powerful and seemingly had everything.
Yet, although she had all this, she was miserable,
It's a sad truth, but then again, it's a sad tale.
She lost someone, it hurt her badly, it made her sad,
She'll be fine, but it hurts... She could be going mad.
But no, it was normal to hurt after such a loss,
There was a man to look after her, whatever the cost.
She was a proud, beautiful, smart and rich woman,
She was powerful and seemingly had everything.
But on the inside, her heart was hurting,
The reason why this tale is so saddening.
She was rich, she was powerful, she had everything,
Yet she was about to break, just like anyone or anything.
This one is Mine.I see the look in your eye as you follow her around the room,This one is Mine. in Free Verse More Like This
I saw the poem you wrote, and told her she'd know whom.
Who it was for is what she asked, and walked off without a clue,
And you stared at her back whispering "I love you.".
Well, I'm going to be nice and give you a warning here,
This one is mine, and only mine, do I make myself clear?
I know she loves me more than words can express,
And I tell you, she is mine, that girl in that dress.
I read that poem, and I must tell you something,
I love her, and she loves me, for me she would do anything.
So, whatever you're waiting for, the right place, the right time?
Stop waiting, because I'm not letting go, I'm telling you. She's mine.
Discarded.You cry for your sorrows and you bleed for your dreams,Discarded. in Free Verse More Like This
Just always remember, this world is not what it seems.
You can be the best of friends and then disappear,
They'll just discard you, I know it's hard to hear.
But this has happened enough to me,
It's all everyone's been doing recently.
So here I lie, discarded, fearing to stand up,
Because what waits just isn't worth getting up.
Thrown away and lying in a puddle of mud and blood,
All the other times I got up, and wiped off the mud.
But this time, as I lie here, broken and bloody,
I don't want to get up, I want to be a dead body.
I know getting up is inevitable, because I will never give in,
But I really just want to give up and say that "I'm done in."
I'm going to cry.I'm going to cry for all I've lost,I'm going to cry. in Free Verse More Like This
And you can't or won't stop me.
I'm going to die for all I was,
And all you'll do is watch me.
I'm going to hide from you,
Afraid to show my weakness.
I would happily die for you,
But I still regret this.
I didn't want this life,
I didn't want these tears.
I didn't want this life,
I didn't want these fears.
I used to cause myself pain,
To make sure I still feel.
I'll do it now and again,
To make sure it's still real.
I'm going to cry for all I've lost,
And you can't stop me.
These tears I cry at my cost,
For once will flow freely.
Armageddon.Yes, I still want you.Armageddon. in Free Verse More Like This
But do I still need you?
I need you like fire thirsts for water,
I need you like a cactus craves the sun.
I need you like a bird needs its wings clipped,
I need you as penance for all I have done.
Yet I still want you,
When your eyes are purgatory itself.
There is no passion in that fire,
But I want that simple burning hatred.
I need you like a child needs to plunge its hand into fire,
And yet you still glint and catch my eye and I want you.
I want you and need you,
Like I want and need the world to end.
You are my armageddon,
And your name is Jennifer.
Learn respect.Those who fear me all should know,Learn respect. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Where disrespecting me gets you to go.
I am no better than you, are you sure?
The mark of your ignorance shows you're immature.
Fear me or respect me, I do not care which,
Do not give me cause to leave you face-down in a ditch.
You cannot know what it is like, violence without limits,
I must tell you one thing - do not make me show you this.
There is an army of people, who would kill for this Reaper,
Know that of your lives; I am the Keeper.
Do not disrespect me, or you will die.
And remember - it is disrespect to ask why.
The Night Of Silence.Loud music blaring, older children scaring.The Night Of Silence. in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
It is the night of all Hallow's eve, when we believe the lies we weave.
Parties continue well into the night, but it is different tonight.
At midnight, there's a sudden hush, and shadow snuffs out the light.
The dark is rising, just another lost warning.
Demons blend in, walking side by side with masked human.
All Hallow's has come, but no one knows to run.
The dark is rising, just a forgotten warning.
The dark snuffs out the light, and shall wreak havoc tonight.
All Hallow's has come, and no one remembers to run.
The dark is rising, and the precious light is falling.
All Hallow's has com
Denial.I know I'm in denial,Denial. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Saying I don't love her.
But I still say it all the while,
Because I have been hurt.
I know I should stop this,
I know I should just face it.
But I can't face up to this,
I can only run away from it.
I know that I still love her,
I would take her back in a heartbeat,
But as I can't have her,
I lie to myself, looking down at my feet.
I know that I still love her,
But Denial is my only friend.
There is no place for me.There is no place for my ideals or me,There is no place for me. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There is no place for justice or mercy.
There is no place for true love anymore,
It's a sad truth, it saddens me at the core.
There is no place for me in this world,
Where the cries of the needy must go unheard.
I'm cast out for my ideals, my gentleman's code,
Well, I was born like this, a man in hero mode.
There is no place for a hero in this world,
The knight in shining armour must go unheard.
There is no such thing as a Fairy Tale,
I am not Prince Charming, just another sail.
On a boat afloat on a sea of sadness,
The winds of mourning passing through me.
There is nowhere in this world fo
Citrus LeatherThe lemons that grew,Citrus Leather in Free Verse More Like This
plump and sunshine-skinned,
from the trees;
short-branched
but proud,
in your father's orchard
mirrored your skin,
smooth yet calloused,
mimicking the feel of
the sharp-scented
fruit,
pores swollen
from your many days
beneath the summer sunshine.
And the pulpy flesh inside
still tastes
just as sour
as my memories
of you.
RetardDon't.Retard in Free Verse More Like This
Don't you dare.
Since when did society
come to the position
where we use a derogatory term
in such lighthearted manner,
such as a joke,
or an insult
with the spite of a decimal?
Does the person you say that to
need medication every evening?
Do they live a silent life of fright?
Are they forced to keep
every ounce of pain
limited
to scratches and wails
and bloodcurdling cries
into a clinic's blank walls?
Think of them.
Just one second.
Put a bit
of your arrogant pride aside
and try to understand
the true meaning of what you say.
Lower ClassThat girlLower Class in Free Verse More Like This
over there
the one with the notebook
the one
forced to grow up
far before her time
She sees the world
in a different light
this country
were people once fled
from their lives
of exile
or persecution
is her prison
Her parents
tear each other
apart with words
unworthy of a wedding vow
her little sister
cowers among
her stuffed animals
in the cover
of a seemingly
perfect suburban home
her brother
off in some city
possibly downtown Seattle
shooting up
for hooking up
and he'll be stuck there
in that fruitless pursuit
of happiness
for decades to come
She scribbles angrily in her notebook
as each passing n
TumorFORENOTE: LOOK IN THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING. THANK YOU.Tumor in Free Verse More Like This
The crisp hospital hallways turned black
when she heard the news:
The test had come back positive.
She wept into her hands,
parents on either side of her.
The pamphlets she was given to read that night
fell to her bedroom floor,
crisply printed ink
marred with mascara and tears.
The regimen of needles
that left calluses
in the crook of her arm,
exhaustion's footprint of crow's feet
at the corners of her drooping eyelids.
Her hairbrush became neglected
as each strand
fell lifeless to the floor,
her head as bare as the day she was born.
The dose of prozac multiplied
Break AwayStare out the window,Break Away in Free Verse More Like This
elbow on the sill,
fingers play
at break of day
on the streaks of light
beckoned from the horizon.
I sit and wonder
what things are like,
away from my protective family,
from this little town,
where I can't be alone for even a minute.
I can taste the salt of the ocean from here,
I can hear the tide's hypnotic tune.
I wish my simple t-shirt would give way
to majestic white wings.
Fly over the rising and falling sea,
let the breeze carry me
from my sheltered life here.
Turn my head,
see the postcards,
heave a heavy sigh.
Take me with you
to the places you go,
lead me by the hand
show me a side of th
Mirror MirrorMirror mirror,Mirror Mirror in Free Verse More Like This
upon my wall,
my reflection is not beautiful,
not beautiful at all.
My skin sags,
and dullness lies
where a glittering spark
once hid
within my eyes.
The palette of violet
beneath my eyes;
from thistle
to a passionate indigo.
Skintone, once golden,
obvious lines
of exhaustion
and stress.
The crow's feet
the flight that ended
at the corners of my eyes,
I look old and tired,
a lifetime spent
dabbling in frivolity,
and wasteful fashion.
My wrist tips
the bottle of foundation
into the porcelain sink.
I'm ugly,
don't look.
My Little GirlWhen I'm grown,My Little Girl in Free Verse More Like This
and I'm finished
with the wild ride
of being young,
I think I'll have
a little girl of my own.
One beautiful,
shining star,
is all a mother
really needs.
She'll be mine,
I'll teach her
all she needs to know.
She won't need
to dress like she's eighteen
at the age of barely nine.
The only value
of a girls' chest
depends of the size of her heart,
not her chest.
That the words ring true
when people say
that beauty
will never be worth more
than brains.
That dreams are worth
believing in,
and that a girl
can only go
as far as she thinks she can.
That the world
doesn't limit you,
only you can.
It does
Don't Look BackHah, now I see the truth right in front of my face,Don't Look Back in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Staring down me, when I was looking away,
But now you're gone and I wish you luck,
Because now that I realize it there is one less tuck,
Right next to my own, on this giant quilt,
Where we met, our friendship was built.
Don't look back now, I'm still here,
We all are, waiting for you, so don't look
Back now, we will forever be in your heart.
The Town of NightmaresSilence falls, casting a blanket over everything,The Town of Nightmares in Free Verse More Like This
A fog that cannot be cut through.
With nothing left to say, the darkness rises,
A shadow that is opaque.
Everyone settles in, an eerie chill climbing,
A pair of eyes that stares you down.
Lights blink out, cries of fear calling from closed doors,
A nightmare keeping them from reality.
Goodnight, goodnight, little children say goodnight,
Close your eyes, never blink, a shadow out of sight,
Good night, goodnight, little children say goodnight,
Or the monsters under your bed will...
Come after you.
Right Beside YouI'll be right beside you until the end,Right Beside You in Free Verse More Like This
I'll be your support, your shoulder to
Cry on, I will advise you to do what I
Think is best for you, and remember,
Friends forever. I will always be at your
Side, whether or not you need me, I
Will stay to comfort you when you are
Lonely. I am a listerner, so you can
Spew out your problems to me, you
Can let go and I will take the weight
Off of your shoulders. I will be a talker
To help you talk through your problems,
A problem solver, and I will never go,
Even through all the tough times and
The rough words.
Just a Nobody in this Imperfect WorldIt seems so grand to stand here,Just a Nobody in this Imperfect World in Free Verse More Like This
Walking on my own two feet, but
Inside I understand that I am just
A nobody in this imperfect world.
I look all around me, to my left and
To my right, searching for a familiar
Face. Cold hard reality shadowing me,
The truth dawning on me as I realize
That I am just a nobody in this
Imperfect world. When all my hope
Collapses, and all I can do is weep,
I need something beside me, but
The only thought that comes is that
I am just a nobody, a speck of unwanted
Dust in this world, this harsh, cruel
Imperfect world.
A Pawn To YouAs I sit there and laugh,A Pawn To You in Free Verse More Like This
Acting like my crazy self,
You yell at me and lash
Out, wounding me with
Every word and every
Mark. My arms sting,
Layered with red spots
That only appeared after
You had hurt me. Why
Do you do this, to me,
When all I want is a fun,
Good time during lunch,
Somewhere where I won't
Have to worry. But no, you
Won't allow me to have that
Good time, because I'm there,
And that's all you need for
Reason. Well, I'm not a
Nobody. I have feelings, too,
And you can't just sit there,
Ignoring them, thinking you
Can just push me around.
I'm not a pawn in your
Little game you have going,
That you use as b
the destruction of destructioni leavethe destruction of destruction in Free Verse More Like This
toenail clippings
bobby pins
&empty watter bottles
on your floor
in case you decide to forget me.
this is just our dynamic
this is just how our relationship works.
i read you chapters of the
silliest,
strangest book i know
&you have me create
voices for each character.
i am most comfortable as the narrator,
plain &unassuming,
but you like my crazier caricatures best.
it reminds me of how you like
the stranger ways my mind works,
&how you will pry sharp things
from my clawed fingers
&show up late for work
just to make sure i eat;
the hateful frustration i feel
when my body yearns for its
self destruction
only to be thwarted by somet
the tidiest white bedthe tidiest white bed means nothingthe tidiest white bed in Free Verse More Like This
under flower sheets covering grandmother's hand-sewn quilt
and power rangers blankets-
this is waking up in sunshine and warm skin;
clean sheets and dirty nights;
love and peace and holding hands before sleep ends
for the subconscious fear of losing the other.
charlestownthere are days where everything-charlestown in Free Verse More Like This
every ladder,
every sister,
every river-
reminds me of charlestown
i jump to correct those
who are talking about south carolina
when i remember they're talking
of charleston,
but i can't flush out the feeling
that they're wrong,
or when there are no dropped r's
hitting the floor beneath them
there are days that nothing
but green eyes or gapped teeth
hold interest for me,
and nights where i feel myself
break
down
and i dream of you,
just you,
and you stand before me
in your newly-shaven hair
and dark-framed glasses,
and i can only feel
the most overwhelming sense
of completion.
it is nights like those
that t
dissociationi have entered a tunnel,dissociation in Free Verse More Like This
archways and curled walls
of the clash of unwanted bodies,
fingers in my throat
aching to summon blood,
and palpitations.
i hear nothing.
trapped in the fence of my head,
i am thinking in scattered seeds to plot
in further regions, safer than
they can be now.
i am thinking loudly
about amorphous concepts and rhetoric,
the wavy distortions of my body,
the undulations of my skin,
the black vignette of my vision.
i am gulliver in lilliput,
enormous comparative to my surroundings;
the world is tailored to fit my body,
but nothing else.
i am dissociated,
i am a sliver of the moon
untethered-
at best, i am a petal in t
materialism .collabjohn's bed was crooked against the wall, with enough space between the two for his pillow to slip down every night. it is never made but usually empty, much like the rest of the room. his wallet was full of condoms, the box in the slightly opened nightstand drawer with two strays within. john's socks were paired up neatly in his dresser, and he had no closet. a baseball bat was stretched across the threadbare rug in such a way that it would trip someone unfamiliar with the layout. like a robber. things you will never find there are his iphone, ipod, and his grandfather's pocket watch from when he was in the world war.materialism .collab in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
evelyn paints a small c
five down .collablove, tell me -five down .collab in Free Verse More Like This
tell me i see the future and you
will wind up well alone;
i don't want you with anyone,
especially me.
i pull your air into my lungs,
an influenza in every syllable of
breath. and i am a cluster of hills
across your face, the reason you
said you didn't believe in
wearing sandals in july.
i keep track of time
in terms of crossword puzzles,
sundays especially difficult
because i used to pray like god listened
to my repents and hopes then.
you would take my unfinished columns
and fill them in with a different pen colour
and that was how i knew things were
wrong.
and there was never any bitterness
to it either, the passing hand
listen honey, here comes your mani hear your gaslight anthemlisten honey, here comes your man in Free Verse More Like This
playing in my head
on repeat
on repeat
for the first time in months.
my stomach is knitting itself
a raw sweater,
pink and greying flesh
from the sickness of worry.
i made the mistake
of playing it back to you.
you tell me you miss me,
you love me,
these songs in your vernacular
writing your thoughts,
but the thoughts are not yours.
it was well intentioned
but too far gone,
the thought has trailed
its way along lines
of train tracks-
i cannot think of you
unless you come back
home.
i wish i could just be a monsteri am somei wish i could just be a monster in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
thing less human than
a monster.
the awakeningit's like i gave you the poisonthe awakening in Free Verse More Like This
when it seeped through my skin
and when you told me
had no one told you different,
you would have learned what it's like
to cut yourself open,
i had no other thought
than how completely ruinous
destroyed like rome--
or maybe just a shanty--
i was:
toxic and sunken like atlantis
and like the ocean,
eroding every beautiful piece
of statue, marble, and man
i could touch:
i am ocean edna,
drowning you in me.
100 theme challenge001. morals100 theme challenge in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
there is nothing wrong with leaving behind politeness for happiness and we could all do to remember.
002. parade
the aches in my skin parade within my bones like a sin.
003. prayers
i say your name over and over like it is a prayer to keep my head above water.
004. clear skies
just because things are cloudy doesn't mean there's no sun behind them.
005. happy birthday
i give you a feminine loofa, funny boxers, and your favourite candy- i want this to show you i love you even though i'm broke.
006. apples
my white flesh browns under my thin skin- i am rotting to my core.
007. letters
hours of letters written and phone calls si
i am the bird with the broken wingAnd this is how the story goesi am the bird with the broken wing in Free Verse More Like This
There is no high in these winter lows
The love that left me has faded away
My tears blur the night into day
For I am the bird with the broken wings
Who has fallen behind the flock,
Now I have fallen by the way side.
With no one to pick me up.
The love that left me died in my arms,
Now things are all messed up.
I am floating beneath the water,
But I cannot get back up.
The silence floats around me,
Where there used to be your voice.
I reach out in the dark,
Hoping for your touch.
All there is, is empty sheets,
A reminder of my loss.
I shudder at what my life has become,
Fragments of glass spread around the floor,
I cut myself trying to pick the pieces up.
But this is how my story goes,
There was no high in my winter lows.
The love I lost hurt too much,
Now there is no night, there is no day.
There is no light at the end of this tunnelThe night is so dark,There is no light at the end of this tunnel in Free Verse More Like This
I have lived a thousand years inside my walls.
Drunken memories stumble up and down the halls.
All love has left me.
All hope is has been wasted on me.
There is no light at the end of this tunnel,
Only a blaze waiting to swallow me whole.
I remember the days when my heart
Was not held together by sticky tape
And the wings on my back,
Carried me over stormy seas .
But my wings have long deserted me,
My legs no longer work for me.
God has turned his back on me,
Throwing me into the shadow,
That blocks the sunlight from my skin.
My hands shake as I admit that,
When you died,
I died to.
Telling Childhood Goodnight.They were the fearless whispers through the starless night.Telling Childhood Goodnight. in Free Verse More Like This
They were the pounding feet through the cobbled streets,
Screaming out for everything.
They were the fleeting memories of a time long gone by,
Blown away in the wind to a far away sky,
Where the air is cold and the stars never shine.
Memories leave their traces behind,
The scars on my legs from a day long gone by.
I was climbing a rock,
That would forever leave me with a flaw.
They were the youthful cries, screaming out.
They were the glowing eyes, on a fearless march,
Racing down the cobbled streets, blazing out for all to see.
The beacon of light that is now dying out,
I never wanted it to go away.
Everything is changing at a speed I can’t match,
I am drifting further every day.
It makes me want to cry that the best and worst days of my life,
Are being pushed away with every day that passes by.
I want to hold on
But each day I lose more ground.
Soon they will be gone without even a sound.
Th
if you jump, i jumpYou’ve been breathing funny latelyif you jump, i jump in Free Verse More Like This
I feel it in your soul
The life you live is seeping through your pores
You are so young,
Brave and strong and at some point
You were free.
How I wish I could reclaim you,
Stop you from going cold,
I have never been the most patient,
But for you I will always try.
When you first held my hand I knew
That I would never stop belonging to you.
To see you now breaks my heart
I can see it breaks yours
The spark you had is long since dead
Or curled up somewhere dark inside your head.
There is no life in those blue eyes
That used to strike me dumb
Your words carry no meaning
Every breath you take is laboured
You used to see light in everything
Now all you see is dark.
Your love of just being alive
Is the thing I miss the most.
It crushes me that I am not enough
To keep you on this earth
Without you I could not be me
Because if you jump I jump,
Just like the movies
Remember?
If i die tonightIf I die lay my body on the river bed,If i die tonight in Free Verse More Like This
Let me become one with
The muddy grass,
Let the fireflies chase a round my head,
Let me float with the tide,
Drifting
As the fiery leaves of autumn begin to fall
And rest upon my chest.
As the frost of winter turns my hair into crystals,
Jagged beside my head.
As the green of spring spreads blossoms in the air
And sweetens the morning air.
As summers sun glares down,
Turning the water warm through my open hands.
Ducks will swim past my head,
Reeds will tangle through my hair,
My eyelashes coated in bright pollen,
My face the resting place for fallen petals.
But in the night,
Under the glow of the moon,
Let your body float in the river
And put your hands through my hair.
Leave me in the morning
And know in your heart
That I will always be here,
Floating along the riverbed,
The reeds in my hair,
The grasses laced through my fingers,
The petals across my face,
The lilies that cradle my body,
Your silent mistress,
Co
ThoughtsI'm so sick of not being perfectThoughts in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sick of hurting people
I'm tired of doing nothing right
I'm tired of holding back
Let me scream
Let me lash out
Let me show you the other side of me
And try telling me you still know me
Everything confined inside
It builds until I almost burst
My eyes grow heavy
My fingers claw at my arms
Tear out my hair
Twitch for the blade
I hold back
But I can only hold so much
Then I do it again
I screw up
I hurt
I break
And I fall again
Self-loathing is almost a comfort
I often wonder why
Why am I this way
Why am I messed up
Answers won't be found
I'm sick of hating myself
I'm sick of hidin
Blood Stained VanityAlone,Blood Stained Vanity in Free Verse More Like This
Shaking calmly in a cold sweat,
Cross legged on bed, head in hands,
A stuttered breath:
“Stop”
Nails begin scraping flesh and bone,
Hair tearing to get at the thoughts,
Biting lip to bear the pain, and stop the tears,
Yet a part wants it to continue,
Wants it to grow,
To consume,
Until there’s nothing left.
In the dark sat in utter loathe,
Blood stained vanity and silent screams,
Tearing mind from inside out,
Until it shows upon flesh.
Breaking words only to self,
No desire to burden others,
Facing it alone,
Or at least,
Trying.
Apologies to all of caring heart,
Inner conflict never a quick war,
Peace though found
Sta.sh
