Try Again"Your life's such a..."Try Again in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What I've BecomeI hate to say I need the people in the morning streetsWhat I've Become in Free Verse More Like This
as they walk up and down the boulevards
dangling thoughts from their sleeves.
I have to look and see the tendrils of gossip on the walls
shimmering and glistening,
saying more than I would have thought.
In the eyes of every passer-by
a dull-mirror lies within.
The spark of truth that mixes
with the lies, tarnished with sin.
For as they look at me I know
they see what I've become:
how I've deteriorated from gifted
to just another "someone."
They tell me that I am too fragile,
they tell me I am weak.
They show that I spend to much time inside
the mind that has become bleak.
They shout their truth to the skies above
see it shimmer and glow,
and then as it starts falling
watch as it turns to snow.
Without their judgement, how could I see
what's tattooed on my skin?
What am I lacking that makes me so shallow
that I alone can't see where I've been?
There's a letter on my jacket
but God knows what it says.
So I look into the eyes of stran
The BeginningNothing...The Beginning in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
there was Music.
ConfusionI cannot keep a steady handConfusion in Free Verse More Like This
to write empty words upon a page.
back and forth,
thoughts like fireflies in the dark.
I have no tracks for my rambling thoughts,
so they seep
through the cracks in sidewalks
as I wander through the streets,
looking for a place-
make of home of
So I grab at empty spots on pages,
praying that somehow writing down the confusion
will burn it away
and leave me blessedly empty.
The Windowthey are looking through the windowThe Window in Free Verse More Like This
as you fall to your knees
and thrash in the water as you cry.
you look up, and they're smiling,
asking "how are you?"
just to make sure you can't pretend
not to hear.
so what can you do but
call out "hello.
yes, i'm just fine, just sitting here."
they nod, turn away, just in time to miss
you choking on your own bile
they are looking through the window
telling you to get a new cat
because the old one's scratched up your arms,
from your shoulder down to your pale wrist.
so you nod, and say "i know, he's vicious,
but we just can't let him go,"
even though you've never had a cat
or even pet one at all.
they are walking away,
and they are talking about how strange you are:
that you never smile,
and you sit there on the floor
now they are looking through the window
and they are standing holding hands
facing towards you as you lay
peacefully sleeping in the light.
you hear them from so far away
catching faint words as
What was there to destroy?I am a hollow beingWhat was there to destroy? in Free Verse More Like This
With a beating heart
I am stuck in a hollow world
Lifeless bodies surround me
I am screaming out
Weary eyes, raw throat
I am standing behind you
Ignored every second
I am looking in the mirror
Realize I've destroyed myself
But then again, what was there to destroy...?
Shame on me..Shame on meShame on me.. in Free Verse More Like This
For everything I’ve done
Everything that makes me who I am
Things that keep me sane
But one day I’ll go insane
From all the things you said
Still running in my head
Glass words cause tears of ice
Running down my face
Screaming in my mind
I’m running out of time
Shame on me
For letting the monsters in
They’re getting to me
Piercing my brain,