CrispTell me you love me
the way you love the sky when it rains.
Would that be a lie?
Then move on, move away,
let my clouds thunder
and my blood pour,
I am sick of this weather
but I'm even more sick of you;
diseased with a molding horizon
dancing along my hips,
I am ready for winter
so let it snow, bitch.
A throne in HellMore Like This
my throne is a hell
I am the wife of a bloodthirsty killer
I am object of a monster
my throne is a hell
my dreams have disappeared
the power of evil has devastated my life
The Crying DragonThe Crying DragonMore Like This
A powerful dragon is sad.
Sad because she is alone with
no one to love.
No one to be with.
No one to share her life with.
With no one to love her.
So she will cry until there is someone
to love her.
RealityWhat a dream to be who you have in your mind,More Like This
What a dream to never worry about a thing, to always be kind.
What a nightmare to see who you'll never be,
What a nightmare to open your eyes, but never see.
Oh, who are we kidding? It's freaking reality.
Daddy DearestBeing in your position while I grew,More Like This
I want to know, were you afraid, are you afraid,
When you held me as I cried tears so new?
You were there, but then you were gone, and in your leave I prayed
I wanted my Daddy there, a solid presence, not a specter fleeting, flickering out.
Daddy dearest, did I do some wrong?
You said you wanted to be a part of my life
Yet, when I see you, you’re nothing more than an empty face in a peopled throng.
I love you so, and always will, I’ll forget all the pain you caused, mental strife.
But where are you now?
All the months I try to open the lines of communication
Where did you go? Why have you u
CinereoGray wallsMore Like This
And a gray ceiling
I am bound to my chair,
And the clock
Ticks, a tempo set
To the beating
Of a weary heart.
As One (Collaborative Poem)She lays her head upon my chest.More Like This
I hold her close and let her rest.
My SorrowThese pages I write-More Like This
In words of cold sorrow.
I want to die tonight-
Yet live to hold tomorrow.
The GreatsI remember when a great man said, "I have a Dream."More Like This
I remember when the starving man, refused to ever eat.
I remember the women on her throne, refused to give up her seat.
I remember the ding, inside that ring, a man no one could beat.
I remember that man, unshackled sore hands, from the south's harsh demands.
I remember the hour, crippled British power, a man who birthed a new land.
I remember the Teddy-Bear, that sailed our fleets to Japan.
I remember the poet, who created the sonnet, ink were his tears.
I remember the date, a new style of paint, when he cut off his own ear.
I remember you, a generation anew.
All the feats, you ca
Nuestro AmorNo sé qué es lo que me está pasandoMore Like This
Ya van dos años y en ti sigo pensando
Aun no puedo imponerme a este dolor
Tantos tragos tan amargos
Y no le quitan a mi pecho este ardor
Ya van tantas noches largas
Donde no puedo dormir
Yo ya sé que te he perdido
Pero es algo que nunca podré admitir
Tendré que seguir fingiendo
que puedo vivir sin ti
Aunque me duela admitirlo
Tu si has podido vivir sin mí
Nuestro amor fue como un arbusto de Rosas
Hubo más espinas que hubo cosas hermosas
Poco a poco nació un jardín de llanto
Fue puro sufrimiento
Y los dos aguantamos tanto
leaves of lifelook at me,More Like This
so strong and bright,
sitting here safely in my spot,
upon the place ive been given.
the cold is cooming,
we can all feel it,
the mother stopped nursing us,
we all turn color,
i see my friends fall,
and soon its my turn,
for i am their color too,
the mother makes us fall,
from our branches,
telling us one thing,
"i need the nutrients myself",
but i dont mind,
ive served her with my life,
knowing she will survive another year,
standing tall as a tree.
The Origin of Authentic Love LettersYou told meMore Like This
as you sat at my grave
that you would never forget the day
that my last love letter jumped out of your hand
and ran away.
You were reading it in the streets of August
as an angry wind rushed by
and tore the paper out of your hand
and it had animated itself,
tumbled down the street
by the tips of its aged corners,
cartwheeling passionately away
You told me you chased after it
until the end of the street
when God decided to suck it up
into the blanket of the skies
You wrote a new one,
you told me
but it would never be the same
as the original.
Summer RainIn the middle of a summer,More Like This
The usual blue sky turned to gray.
Countless teardrops started to fall,
Cold wind started blowing,
The thunder was roaring.
I tried to remember it all,
For it only happened one day,
In the middle of a summer.
Little Bitter BoyHow many mornings, cobweb whiteMore Like This
Have been spent on thoughts of you?
How many nights, coal dust dark
Have I cursed and cried o'er your name?
Words fail me, a fallow mind
Now foul and horse-heavy and dull.
No reason gave you, no trial, no jury
Only judge and scales and sword
You and I blind! That sword
Has hacked and doused dreams, hanged hopes
And put paid with pity all joy I held.
Not held! Borrowed from you! And dragged
Like a weed root, up and away and burned
Black with cruel hands!.
GenesisI awaken. I am one and WE are threeMore Like This
And I have seen the unspeakable nothing
Before WE founded the firmament.
I have always been established and I shall ever be.
Let US sail among the silent stars
And see the free hanging, free falling stars
And churn the celestial sea.
Let US for our long born purpose
Establish a light among the dust
To be our eye and rule for US
The day as the planets swirl and rust
Red clouds clutter up their skies
And the new world settles as Adam opens up his eyes.
And thus was the earth formed from the burning
Roilling gases and fragments of two dead worlds
And curls of poison burned the skies for time
A Hymn for Two LoversOh what a sight!More Like This
Ah! What a sight to see!
Two lovers lying in the couch
Or waltz-walking in the street.
Who am I to stop and greet
And distract the union from itself?
To show what their love means to me?
Sitting here beside the pair
While their breath steams the air
My soul's sole desire
Is to catch the smiles he throws away.
To catch hold of that fire
And to catch it today!
I swear unto the Christ
I would pay any price
Be it meager or grand
To hold a girl's hand
Like he clutches hers!
I'd take a scourging rod
To see them with God
United right there!
In all the fires of this land
I would forever gladly stand
To be their best man!
And to be
#401#401 was the next house;More Like This
the one with gardenias,
parrot trees and rohiras,
and the music of the thudding,
every night at one; softly,
subserviently, without cease.
I never did tell my parents
of that monotone midnight opera;
the slight shrieks, the damnation
and the words that lost themselves
in plaster spoke an exotic tongue
in tiny trebles and tinctures
in the theatre of my mind.
Fifteen years on, at Papa Rooz;
the frothing pitchers sweating beer,
unshelled peanuts, salted crackers;
a long dead revival of OMD,
and a round of Chinese whisper
revealed love was an analgesic
that knew nothing of daddy's belt
or mama's crims
The Mourning DoveMore Like This
The ravens had gathered overhead.
Their circle of darkness loomed above.
Their cries were those of ones long dead.
The night hath murdered the mourning dove.
In the cover of night the birds of black flew,
Hovering and waiting just below the sky.
They hung above my frame as if they knew,
What was to happen and who was to die.
Like Democles' Sword their taunts hung.
Their feathers like a cloak sewn of shadow.
My last rites they left unsung.
Devil's eyes hallowed but hollow.
From bloodless beaks they screamed,
With cries of souls being devoured.
From this I knew it was not dreamed,
The wings of death had around me towered.
Neither daemons no
SoraiyaSoraiya,More Like This
of sky blue and clouds white.
Not the prettiest rose,
nor Turkish Delight.
Girl of clear brows
and eyes of bright stars;
not one in mundane realm
can hope to
with you of the blue skyline
and exotic air.
Plain and simple
yet hiding a charm.
that eschews all harm.
You of tender skin
pierce through the souls
of men and
for you speak only truth.
Your name meaning
truly rings through.
For you of tender heart
only heaven imbues.
If I am allowed,
to express a thought,
then let my words be
And let my ideas flow
HaterI am Hated, So why fear?More Like This
To save myself the torments of
Persecution, ridicule and
I speak truth, foolish ears
Will discount my wisdom
For noise, that travel side them
Unwelcomed and despised
My conscious is left unharmed
By the blasphemies and
Gossips that loved to frolick
Amongst the wind
For every ear,
Eager for the lies
Of the truth
And when they grow tired
They will rid of my existance
No longer to hear my words
Nothing if physical means
Will irate their 'Absolute minds'
Low and behold!
'Fore my last breath is used
The head-filled of my teachings
Will spread like wild fire
DealHabit over a lfeMore Like This
Many willing to pay
To feed the hunger
Stowing the pain
Costs so cheap
To its true full price
Effecting as ice
The takeover slow
Yet ever rapidly
Til one notices
Your feet's disibility
Leave is a struggle
Abandoned out the
For every which way
Is the same direction
Mind set in stone
Attached like skin
Is always filled in
All the hands
To be lent
Has the touch
Wants of alone
Wail out a sore throat
And tear stained face
Sinks her own boat
Wants of need
Are smothered and exempted
Such thoughts should never
As the stor
Can anybody hear me?Can anybody hear me?More Like This
The silence is so deafening
Why do you feel so far away
The darkness seems to be surrounding me
and I'm barely hanging on
I know your here with me
but it seems so hard to believe.
Can anybody hear me?
The silence is so deafening
Why do you feel so far away
Believing what I can't see is hard
especially when the walls are closing in.
Can anybody hear me?
The silence seem so deafening
Why do you feel so far away
but I'm hold on to your word,
because you never failed me before.
I know you can hear me!
even when the silence is deafening
though you seem so far away
your here with me
But I need the faith to see,
nothing can seperate me from your love...
Whale Songs of the PacificListen, the girls swallowed by whales are the ones that grow up lucky.More Like This
Listen, no one will warn you about the little boys with the magpie eyes and the fists swinging splinters of glass. No one will warn you that their smiles are sweeter than their words are sweeter than their souls are sweeter than their intentions. No one will warn you of the sheer weight of the world.
Listen, sometimes girls are fragile. Sometimes girls are frothy. Sometimes girls let boys nuzzle "I love you"s into their necks and sometimes girls drink the wine of believing them.
Listen, sometimes the boys really are sweet, and little girls' tart puckered mouths can't ta
Mommy MommyMommy mommyMore Like This
Look at me
See what all I can be
Aren't you wowed
What can I do to make you proud
Please get out of bed
I'm tired mistaking you to be dead
Please don't cry
You and step daddy don't have to say good bye
Did I do good
I did the best that I could
I didn't mean to make you part
And make step daddy break your heart
No need for shame
I will take all the blame
Please don't date
It really is something that I hate
Don't leave me again
Can't you see I'm in so much pain
Please come back
Your heart has
I Can't Devour You, Not YetI Can't Devour You, Not Yet:More Like This
I long to taste the sweetness of your flesh,
To roll your meat between my tongue and teeth.
So many times have I come - so close -
To taking that first bite from your neck.
Yet, there is something about you,
A scent perhaps or a sickly sap.
It turns bitter upon my tongue,
Poisoning it; I am left unable to eat...
Much like the caterpillar, covered in spines,
Each bite would spew only bitter venom -
Numbing my senses and dulling the mind;
It would leave me naught but a gormless wreck!
Even so, despite me knowing of the repugnant taste,
I am drawn toward you, like a moth to the flame.
May my wings crum
RosesYou love too much, I am told by a man with a briar heart, thorny sinews and collapsed ventricles bearing down on him, hardly beating in his tight chest. He looks at me with flat, slate eyes, chipping and eroding. His hands are dark with cigarette burns and rough with calluses; I feel them on my shoulders as he looks down at me, face collapsing in at his eyes like a dead man's.More Like This
For the first time, I realize he is dead. His briar heart dried up when winter killed his rose; my father, he is all thorns.
He squeezes my shoulders, too tight. You look like your mother, you know, he whispers, eyes shifting to the garden, to the yellow rose I plante
think youre a slam poet nowwell, my fatherMore Like This
he thought he was a cowboy,
he thought he was a yank
he thought everyone he met was his partner in crime
and life was an all end all shoot-em-up
he told stories
and he taught me how to dance with drunks.
well my mother,
she thought i was a changeling,
she thought the world was out to get her
she taught me
well she taught me that innocence is fragile
and that what is sweet often sours,
that madness is not the kind of disease we think it is.
and i grew up
wanting to create something beautiful
or both at the same time
with my little hands, and big eyes
and that used to scare me
cause contradictions in my head
at night, when i dream't
with my hand against my ear
thinking the pounding of blood vessels
was the pounding of the big bad wolf coming to get me
and i would dream of the world
with the trampling of a flower,
they are not haunted
but they are inhabited,
i have a soul sir,
and i won't sell it
not for your pennies
Here There Be MonstersHere There Be MonstersMore Like This
The monsters wake in the pale moonlight
Creeping, crawling out of sight
Claws be sharp, teeth that gleam
Hiding in the shadows, unseen
They howl at the full moon tonight
Dancing under the pale star's light
Feasting on ripe human meat
With blood stained maws, they willingly greet
Reaching out just to grab a bite
Talons that claw take a hold to your fright
Only one way in, only one way out
A painful death to come about
Can't escape, and can't turn back
Now a couple limbs you lack
A scream cut short, a heartbeat stops
With a wet thump, your poor head drops
You're disconnected from the fray
As you look, y
Take ItI cry my silent tears of painMore Like This
and watch as they creat dark crimson stains
and smile for no purpose
I just need one for this
my soul is broken
though hardly spoken
it's falling deep into the hole
but go ahead
please take it
I don't need it anymore
I hurt deep inside my mind
and watch my sanity unwind
and luagh just because
though there is nothing to be hopefull of
my heart is bruised
bloody and used
so go ahead and walk right out the door
please take it
I don't need it anymore
I feel the worries of the lost
and do not know or care the cost
my mind is stabbed and stolen
my thoughts once were golde
LoveDont try to get close to meMore Like This
you'll only get hurt
dont try to heal my heart
I'll never be anyones girl
trust me my heart isnt worth this
if you shoot your sure to miss
I'll never love you
no matter how kind
I'll never love you
no matter the time
you dont have a chance
your trying to shoot the sky
Im in my warriors stance
and I'll kill you if you try
I'll just Ignore
I wont adore you
you may be a master theif
whos love was never before spoken
But dont bother to try that with me
its stupid to try to steal something broken
my heart has a lock
so you'll never see
Ive been through a lot
so Ive already burned the key
FailureIm a failureMore Like This
I must be dumb
to ever think I could recieve love
Im a loser
I must be ugly
how could I think someone could love me
I must be stupid
I must be worthless
nobody could ever love me for this
Im such an idiot
I must be usless
why else would God put me through this
Im a failure
Im so dumb
Im an ugly loser
who doesnt deserve love
Im a stupid idiot
a failure in hell
Im so dumb
I hate myself
for not being good enough
for not giving any love
but Im not your little girl anymore
I shall try not to cry to loud tonight
as I punish myself once more
Deadly Lullabyeas I fall asleep tonightMore Like This
I hear the screams of those who died
the broken dreams of those who tried
the truth it seems came from those who lied
as I drift
my hopes shall lift
only to be crushed
by the noises all around
snashed into the dust
by that eternal moaning sound
inside my ears
the screams peirce
and nobody even tries
for you see
this does not affect me
for this is my deadly lullabye
Blood Trailthe blood fallsMore Like This
drips like rain
in a trail down the halls
leadeing to my pain
follow this trail and you shall regret
ever deciding to see what's at it's end
walk along the path
I left of blood
looking into my past
shall do you no good
turn the corner
come on down
you shall be shocked
by what is found
you find a door
turn to open
the door is locked you seek a key
and find it was left in the door
by whoever was here before
you turn it in the tiny hole
and see its designed with a grinning skull
the door clicks
you turn the handle and open
and look deeply into the dark
you see the trail does not lead far
you step inside
In Which Middle School is HellI can still remember with perfect clarity the day in eighth grade when a boy walked up to me at my locker and said, “Hey cutie.” I was sweaty, having just come from gym class, and I was only at my locker to buy some time before I had to go to math class where the teacher hated me and the numbers didn’t make any sense. But there was a boy standing next to me and he called me cute and I had no idea what to say. But I didn’t have to because the girl he was with just laughed, a cut off cackle into the oversized purse she was fishing through. I turned back to my locker, not saying a word because what could I really say anywMore Like This
some quality conversationi was told that smoking is bad for you. i was shown that smokingMore Like This
makes girls with tattoos hot, and girls without tattoos hotter.
friends showed me that smoking was easy and fun but,
getting the first cigarette out of the pack is so hard—i pulled out two by mistake.
a girl i was standing next to thought that it was for her. i didn't
say anything, just handed it to her,
partially because she was a hot girl, and partially
because she was a hot girl, and words were harder to
say around hot girls.
she showed me her tattoos:
a big flower for her troubles
and one with an incorporated scar
from when she fell hard for a man who
didn't like words.
i'm not as much of a loser as i make myself out to be.
we had a good conversation and she didn't
mind my words like some people do.
i talked to this
AffannatoIf my ribs were weighted keys,More Like This
I'd play you an ocean song that tips you
right off the edge of the earth,
and clinging to my last phrase, you'd say
'what a tragedy, what a helpless dreamer,
such a beautiful pair of lungs gone to the dust'.
And night would hold us in that distant desperation,
playing our heartstrings so we couldn't keep up,
no, not with that soulful, off-tempo portrait
of who we could have let each other become.
I'll crawl back to bed on my bare boned knees
and when I wake to the black holes you've burned
into the sheets you and I were 'us' on,
I'll write you a desert song
about how I jumped off the edge of the earth
Of BlissKissing daffodils sway,More Like This
serenaded by the waver of
faces blushing bright
as the sunlight
Growing PainsOur 7th grade classroom is arranged with a teacher's desk front and center along with 16 two-seater student desks arranged 4 by 4- bringing us to a total of 32 students and 33 living human organisms.More Like This
Of all these human life forms, why does it have to be him? I can't believe that "he" is my seat mate this year. "He" is Dexter- the boy who's done nothing but bully the living daylights outta me since 4th grade. I've never hurt anyone or done anything to deserve such a punishment from the heavens, geez. I can't think of anyone that would deserve this kind of living hell.
Maybe if I keep to myself he won't notice me...
I'll just keep squished to
RibsMore Like This
Humans have 12 ribs on each side of their ribcage.
I know this because Madame counts ours every week.
Less than 12 and back of the line it is.
Carbs are bad, fats are worse, remember to eat less next time. Someone always cries.
Until today, my record was pristine.
"You have 10 ribs."
Truth is usually uncomfortable. I didn't cry like the others.
At home I went through my father's drawer. I pierced my fingers.
It amazes me how sometimes, life just hands you everything you need.
"I see you cut back on the garbage." I've never seen her eat. "Well done".
I'm in the front again.
When they all left, she bent over, adjusti
you took the suitcasei'm trying toMore Like This
act the same as usual, but
you're beautiful and
i'm broken, and
it's not easy being okay when
i'm the only one who
came out of this
tiredi need to stop thinking about you.More Like This
you don't even need me half as much as i need you.
i'm tired of running in circles.
broken dishesgod dammit.More Like This
i woke up today
feeling just as sick
as i did when i went to bed
i woke up today
wanting to break
in my house
just so i wouldn't be
the only thing
damni stayed awake for the sunrise.More Like This
no--that's not right.
it's more like
i was already awake, so
i might as well watch the sun rise.
it's not as beautiful
through tired eyes
but you make due with what you got.
two turns to four turns to six,
i'm watching light creep back into the sky
as the stars fade out of sight
to make room for the sun
who seems to be a huge attention whore.
i don't know if this is love
but it sure as hell fucking hurts
so i think i might be doing it wrong.
Birthday celebrations.Twenty-three cigarettesMore Like This
at midnight in honour of
the years you might have
but chose not to.
Life and street corners.People I could have kissedMore Like This
or killed bump elbows with loose change
and bill receipts in the pockets
of the sweater you left last
I want to drown myself
in love for you.
forbidden phoenix feathersI could swear that Destiny's a secretary.More Like This
I can imagine her now; black magic and a typewriter underneath her weary fingertips. She could be eight years old, or a billion years young. What difference does it make? She sorts the world out like some drunk god who can't tell the difference between a hard life and an easy death-and she has no boundaries with astrology:
Capricorn Moon: Saturn's rings. Lunar New Year. Ten moons. Ten years before the apocalypse;
That child will be born ten minutes before Hanukkah. He'll be in a Jewish family, but he'll be dismal with a coin and fall in-love with a Catholic instead.
They'll marry when the world e
Bipolar DisorderLook over your shoulder. They're watching you.More Like This
Tighten your stomach muscles.
Bounce your leg up and down.
"Are you okay?"
Don't say anything.
Feel it, feel the thoughts melting from your mind.
"What are you doing?"
They're behind you.
Kill them before they kill you.
Please save me.
Crazy. You're crazy.
No one wants you.
Pull the trigger.
"Please tell me what's wrong."
You wouldn't understand.
"Who are you? I don't know you anymore."
I'm a nobody.
I am Bipolar Disorder.
... "I don't know.
TeatimeIn January, Elsa got new neighbors. She greeted them with apple cinnamon tea.More Like This
It gets so cold, here, they told her, shivering in overstuffed parkas. Snow had turned to mud in their front hallan unavoidable side-effect of moving in winter. Elsa nodded along to their complaints and observations, silently brewing the tea in their kitchen. They were young; they had big plans. Allison and Steve, newlyweds, just starting out. They sat on the cold floor together, sipping with chapped lips. The house filled with cinnamon.
In April, Allison knocked on Elsa's door.
Lilac II - tankaa star-glowMore Like This
connects their breaths -
a river path.
in lilac light
she forgets to sigh.
lemonwe walk down the streetsMore Like This
of a city named after an emerald.
a breeze floats by
and for a moment your hair lifts off your shoulder.
the way it doesn't touch you,
i want to touch you.
there are traces of lemon in your light,
a vague sense of mint on your fingertips.
the way honey tastes
drifts inside your shirt.
entering the city
walking calmly while the light falls
is like listening to your voice,
like waiting at the bell by the river
for a clamoring to do justice
to the patterns on the water.
the way the bells never end
i want to brush my hand against yours.
the way you drop lemon into your water
i want to live.
Sanguine in name onlyangre de cristoMore Like This
bruises things I touch
purples them in spring
when my fire sounds
lilac in fury
it is enough
to push the angry
the fire poppies
into a future sea
the first day of springyou are new in the way flowers are new:More Like This
brilliant green, soft purple,
the good smell of rain and soil.
let the miserable winter wind
chase its own tail for a while;
there’s something beautifulwonderfulmine
at the end of a sunlit driveway.
BryceHe always stands very close to people when he speaks to them, staring with those huge golden eyes and leaning in ever so slightly, as if he is craving their touch and the feel of their breath and their hands more than anything. This is the first thing you notice when you meet him, the closeness. You ache, for a reason you don't know, to bridge the gap. To touch him. Your fingers twitch towards him but you keep your hands beside you.More Like This
And then you hear him speak, and everything else seems loud and bright and harsh compared to the gentleness of him. His lips are chapped and his big galaxy earrings glitter and his hair stands straight up and his
TulipAll of life are you:More Like This
From your rooted cradle of earth,
through your rigid adult spine,
to your grandmother petal skin.
And like all who went before,
you're soon languid, ash,
of use no more.
Treesundress themselvesMore Like This
upon golden autumn air
to make naked their grief
that summer lives elsewhere.
ButterBreakfast was real oatmealMore Like This
Every morning in Taos,
Served at the kitchen table
By the window. Ravens
In the courtyard.
You always put a dab of butter
In my bowl, covered it
So it would melt completely.
Wild ChildMother always had a plot of land for me.More Like This
I was given a corner of the backyard to dig and plant and rule as I wanted. I explored jungles, befriended giant snakes and monstrous bugs, all the while, battling the overgrown brush, letting in the sun to an undiscovered world. I hunted rabbits and squirrels, spear in tow - any stick I could find - and wailed fierce battle cries as I fought through the untamed forest. I was the farmer, harvesting, or the jaguar, preparing to pounce, or the florist, picking over my immense garden for hours to find the perfect collection of wildflowers and weeds and remnants of discarded seeds to piece together and ma
loose lips sink shipsan ocean has been thrown wide open over your head,More Like This
and remarkably you, too, are sinkable–
every verbal, every vocal, is dogged by the epiphany:
an ocean has been thrown wide open over your head
and all bodies wreck, ships and submarines.
and remarkably you, too, are sinkable.
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"More Like This
That's all they say.
And I leave behind
These words in my mind.
I'm broken, I'm dying.
Inside, I'm crying.
There are wounds beneath my skin.
There are trials I face within.
There are things I just can't say.
There are people I must betray.
Beneath a smile, I feel pain.
Behind the sun, there's always a little rain.
And beneath these words I hold in my head...
There's always the thing I say instead.
I leave the truth behind..
So when they say, "are you okay?"
I always say, "I'm fine."
On FateHope lies in chances that a thing might be changed,More Like This
But it's three A.M.and I've fallen apart.
Thinking that life is prearranged
I've decided that fate is hope's enemy at heart.
One is unchanging and cannot fall.
The other is needed to exist at all.
ShadowsCardboard cut-outs,More Like This
Shadows of men,
A bloody war,
That no-one will win.
The war that comes,
Of a broken man,
And the burning sun,
Charring the outlines.
Now we meld,
With all we despise,
Melt into hell,
In dark we hide,
Monsters and men,
One for every ten.
Ten part monster,
One part man,
Without a master,
Without a plan.
And un-preened claws,
And blood on the walls.
InsanityCold blue skies,More Like This
A horizon of red,
Cold hard lies,
A heart of lead.
The innocent forced,
To face the night,
The worlds a farce,
There is never a light.
Only variations of the dark,
The not so dark and pitch black.
Time burns stark,
Lives under attack.
In a river of pain,
Flowing from a pen.
Rip and tear,
Rip and tear,
'Cause I am no longer scared.
your teeth leave different scarswhat they didn't tell me--More Like This
the amnesiac [is]
61.8% water &
on watching the night
close its eyes on you,
I only know beauty;
maybe Anne Sexton was onto something
& for the woman shamed,
arise and breathe. Seabones
with taciturn eyes
after we lost him:
mermaid thirst [for]
[Your] virginity is like an envelope,
a lover's observations [on]
post-it notes, cupping rice
always, and always.
and i shall never recoverhow does a secondMore Like This
drag into an hour into a year?
i feel as if i've lived fifty lifetimes
and i am not even twenty;
youth is an illusion, a magic show, and the curtain
has long since fallen.
and so time crawls sluggishly on
but in the quickest of ways
because sometimes i blink and it is
four o' clock
in the goddamn morning,
and i swear to god i can hear voices in my head
and i wonder how much longer i can hold on for.
my joints screech in protest when i move
and my muscles creak like i am
a tin man come to life.
i am not a tin man come to life.
it's on these sorts of nights
where the hopelessness starts
to settle in,
nestling its way into
The Most Wonderful ThingsMore Like This
Sometimes you look up at the sky and think, just think, like something in the stars or that great blue open sky councells you, and you ask questions, discovering. Thoughts come seeping out of your brain like a faucet turned full force. Worlds and people flash through your vision that you swear you've never seen before, but have created first hand. The writer stares through open windows not of boredom, but of deep thought, his or her mind creates an entire universe, an infinite playground of twice infinite wonders and adventures that only they can enjoy, until they use those ideas, they use the ink in their very veins, pumping through their he
blinkspaceblinkspaceMore Like This
yesterday mom asked me why I look dead on my feet.
i can't sleep with the city breathing in my ears
and the bags under my eyes are full of the dreams i didn't dream.
they are looking for loopholes in my irises. looking for rivers in the canyon creases of my skin
they won't find them there.
we are trained for topography but i see life cycles not trailheads:
mountains cannot be scaled to thumbprint size. i want a breath of fresh air
that paper cannot give me
Hi, My Name Is..My name is etched in my wrinkles,More Like This
dug out from under cruddy fingernails
and gathered in baggage we'd rather
My name is twisted in my braids,
split between ends and rooted in beginnings
and ends, and fresh beginnings
- she's still my name, though I am changed
My name flows in iris rivers, spiraling
towards the drop-off, riding light waves and
perceptions into the heart of my name,
(idea of) my name.
My name is tangible - each time we touch,
you question my existence,
and every fibre of my name
cries out to reassure
And when you bury my letters
and only my pronunciation is left
All the Things You Never KnewIt was your favorite thing to say. “We know everything about each other. Not just the good things, but even the bad ones. We have no secrets.” And the way your eyes lit up when you said it, how your arm would curl around my shoulders and squeeze me against you… I couldn’t say anything. I promised myself that I would when we were alone, but the moment always seemed wrong and eventually the fact that I still had secrets became a secret itself.More Like This
It turns out I wasn’t the only one.
I never told you about the crying or the cutting or the nights I spent awake staring at the bottle of pills. I was terrified it would b
SurgerySurgeryMore Like This
Cole sat by the window, staring out at the snowy landscape, sipping from a mug as his eyes traveled over the only imperfection of the scene before him. Footprints marred the otherwise flawless blanket of snow, leading away from his house.
Before the experiments started, he would have assumed the footprints belonged to Bailey, and that if he waited long enough, he would see her returning with her cheeks flushed and that dazzling smile that he loved on her face.
Cole took another sip. When she found out about the experiments, Bailey had taken her brilliant smile and caught a plane back to Miami. There had been no conversation, no que
Scaring Meyou are poisonMore Like This
a shank in the ribs in the middle of the night
and you are so dangerous
more than playing with fire and part of me wonders if I
you are quietly sweet
like those plants that eat things with wings
and yes, you fool me into thinking
that maybe this time
I have to say it all in one breath or else I’ll never get it out but you are scaring
me and I can’t decide if
living with you is
RealMy mask is now shattered my Fake is now pastMore Like This
I've broken the surface and come out at last
The real me is showing and is exposed to the world
And the deepest depths of me have finally unfurled
I throw down my costume and burn every prop
No more shows for me now I am closing the shop
I’m real and alive I could never wish for more
Leaving behind that broken life that I had once before
You have taught me the ways of how to be free
So I thank you for showing me who I could be
I had no hope till now then you showed me the light
It’s the first real thing I had known in my life
Now I don’t need a mask to cover my face
I have a bri
Don't Tell MeDon't tell me what you think I want to hear,More Like This
just tell me what really is in your heart.
I don't want to hear things that aren't true,
but tell me things that are real and good.
This is truly what I want to hear from you.
Don't show me what you think I want to see,
for what you are showing has no reality to it.
Don't jive me with illusions you know are fake,
but let me see what you really have to offer.
This is truly what I want to see from you.
Don't tell me "sweet little lies" in my face,
for lies are never truly sweet, but sour.
Just tell my what your heart truly feels for me,
that is what I must ask you to be faithful in.
This is truly w
Poem for PeopleThese are the wordsMore Like This
For every weakened heart
sitting, screaming, in the dark
For every girl and boy
who hides quietly in the light
These are the words
For every single soul
who needs something to help them make it through another day
because this poem doesn't get life anyway
This is a line
For every lie you've told
from fear of getting locked away
For every time you've apologized
and didn't mean it
This is a line
For when you finally put your heart on paper and realize
no one will ever understand
because brains aren't supposed to work like that
This is a stanza
For every smile
that last ounce of sanity took away
For every thought that
I'm Afraid...Title: I'm Afraid...More Like This
From day to day,
That I will find,
That to my memories, I am blind.
Where did they go?
They will leave...
And I will be alone...
Where did they go?
They are neither friend or foe.
But they keep you company.
I don't want to lose them.
They capture the moment,
Even when I forget.
Piles or mindless albums,
They appear in my dreams, my reality,
Hidden where none can find them.
I don't want to lose them....
That one morning I will wake up to find,
I lost all my memories.
No more to live, no more to see,