tonight i am old againtomorrow morning i will beMore Like This
two again and scared of the shadows.
i will be two again and i will not
look out the window unless you are
holding my hand,
i will be two again and my father will
be the biggest man on earth again
but tonight i am eighteen, i am
eighteen, i am
holding the world in my chest and it is
beating like a heart (well then it must be my heart)
china digs a pattern in my backbone and i
am red red red red
i am a communist daughter and
the trains to shanghai will leave something
to be desired
i am eighteen, i am
all the life in the world
stacked around a schoolruined spine
and the world moves softly and she
touches me gently with her face
and then slides away.
tomorrow morning i will be
five again and i will be happy,
i will be five again and i will not
look at my body the way my mother looks at her body,
i will be five again
and people will just be pretty, people will just be
people will just be
but tonight i am eighteen, i am
a ribcage drenched in dusti have your ribcage, you said.More Like This
what should i put in it?
i told you i'd always wanted a fire,
the kind that would fill my eyes with starlight
and pump my blood full of passion, but
you're made of wildflowers, you said.
a fire would burn you to ash.
you wanted to fill my chest with
the sound of a train, whistling
far away in the night;
with the sound of rain smacking leaves;
with the sound the wind makes
when it seems like it's trying to speak
and you wanted to throw in the
smell of midnight in august
and the feeling of sand being
sucked out from under your feet
when the ocean inhales,
and the strange little moment of
bittersweet joy you get when
someone else puts your soul into words
and you realize you're not as alone as you thought.
i told you that if i had all that inside me,
i'd ache all the time
and you smiled a sad little smile,
because you already knew that ache.
because you were a writer, and you ached all the time.
i've got it, i said.
fall asleep with me tonight.If I wrote you a lullaby with verses of moonlit, fogged breath and a chorus of heartbeats- would you fall asleep with our melody in your palms?More Like This
I lie awake at night and watch traffic lights outside my window shout RED into the peace quiet and occasional hazy rev of traffic. I lie awake and shiver through layers and wish to silent stars it wasnt winter, wish the nighttime cool wouldnt paint quite so many goose bumps on my skin and make my eyelids so cold. I lie awake at night and night-dream without sleep- about you and all your eyelashes and beautiful wordings.
I like the way your collarbone lies horizontally beneath your neck, resting on light shoulders. God must have hidden it beneath your peach skin in a hurry, because with hurried hands he didnt push it in quite far enough. I imagine him assembling you, I envisage your organs and elongated limbs before you were in a single piece, a mess-heap of portions and parts of beautiful. I would have liked to build you up my
Falling AwayWe stood at the very highest peak,More Like This
And looking down, you started to scoff,
"Baby, you're so perfect,
Why don't you jump off?"
I tried to protest,
"I don't have wings,
I cannot fly!"
But you laughed and pushed me anyway,
Maybe you hoped I would die.
And then I was falling fast,
At a most dizzying pace,
Yet all I could see
Was your disapproving face.
And then I hit the ground,
And I hit so hard
I was left with nothing,
Just a little shard.
And I lay there,
My little glass heart broken,
And all I could remember
Was the last words you'd spoken.
You said, "My dear,
It pains me to see you like this"
But I refused to accept
That one last kiss.
My heart was begging
For just one more chance
But my feet ached
And they would not dance.
So I picked up the broken pieces,
Gathered them together,
And I said my last goodbye.
The Original List of Themes1. IntroductionMore Like This
3. Making History
12. Dead Wrong
13. Running Away
15. Seeking Solace
20. My Inspiration
21. Never Again
25. Breaking Away
26. Forever and a day
27. Lost and Found
33. Seeing Red
34. Shades of Grey
39. Out of Time
40. Knowing How
41. Fork in the road
43. Nature's Fury
44. At Peace
45. Heart Song
48. Everyday Magic
51. Troubling Thoughts
52. Stirring of the Wind
54. Health and Healing
56. Everything For You
57. Slow Down
58. Heartfelt Apology
62. Irregular Orbit
63. Cold Embrace
65. A Moment in Time
66. Dangerous Territory
HumanityHumans are cruel.More Like This
Humans are killers.
Before guns it was knives
Before that it was stones
Invasions, burning homes,
Stealing lives and loves
Releasing crows and
Humans are good.
Humans are kind.
They live, love and laugh
They have the gift of hope
Helping them all to cope
Through evil human things
Sowing seeds and
Sewing angel wings.
Humans are strange.
Humans are incomplete.
Punches to kisses to games
Anger to love to insanity
Tragedy to crystal clarity
Whirlwinds of empty whims
Empty prayers and
Humans are living.
Humans are dying.
Ashes to ashes, soul to Hell
Or perhaps to Heaven
No human can really tell
If even either is real.
InsomniaThere's a party in my headMore Like This
As I close my eyes to sleep.
Little creatures and monsters,
Oh, back and forth they creep.
On silent tip-toes they walk,
Playing melodies in my mind.
Finding caverns I have closed,
Putting my life on rewind.
My mind is somewhere else,
But in vain I toss and turn.
Little goblins man the lights,
And the ghosts try to learn.
It's all a big, loud, unruly mess,
This untamed party in my head.
I try and shut them down,
But back and forth they tread.
I'm never going to get any sleep
As long as they're awake.
They take my tired thoughts
Down every path they can take.
Oh, what would I give to have
One silent and sleep-filled night.
But that will never happen,
Although I wish with all my might.
There's a party in my head
As I close my eyes to sleep.
Only when the sun comes up
Do they never make a peep.
Tick Tock, Goes the Clock LyricsTick Tock, Goes the clock, and what then shall we play?More Like This
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, now summer's gone away?
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, and what then shall we see?
Tick Tock, Until the day that thou shalt marry me.
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, and all the years they fly.
Tick Tock, And all too soon, you and I must die.
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, We laughed at fate and mourned her.
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, even for the Doctor.
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, he cradled and he rocked her.
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, 'Til River kills the Doctor.
Doctor, Brave and good, He turned away from violence,
When he understood the falling of the Silence.
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, He gave all he could give her.
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, Now prison waits for River.
DugabaCreations pawned innovation with a tar stained maul shielding a fulvous core which lies equally underfoot. Acute dinning amid shrills reverberate then recur detailed geography through a skull-plate of dense ivory; As fleshless as the tail of marrow bones. A chamoisee pelt lines the underbelly with soft viable threads; and liver from inner ear to hind quarters. Umber stripes slash across the thin skeletal structure yet, pool at the shoulders where bone blades and spinal ribs protrude and externally protect. Bistre streaks were few but gained volume in bristles at a wide neck junction from the crown to the throat’s rear. Davy grey razors tip every digitigrade toe while the body willfully reclined in watchful foreboding.More Like This
Twenty: I'm afraid I'm growing oldi.More Like This
Coupons and sales magazines
have become more than just junk mail
and the holes in my pants
seem more patchable
and I wonder just how much
my sparse jewelry would fetch
if I said I saw the face of Jesus
in the glimmer of my pearls.
I am beginning to miss the sea I grew up on
so much that I will read bad poetry
just for the mention of a salty ocean breeze.
I feel landlocked and sometimes I'm afraid
that I will never see the world
until I have retired from it.
Faith says her life is full of asking.
I wish mine were full of answers,
but I too have many questions
and only Time will answer them for me.
My mother just turned sixty
and her eyes when she looks at herself
in pictures from the '70s
makes me realize
that my time, however long,
Indulging Idol Syndrome English LyricsWhen I opened up my eyesMore Like This
I found that I was being spoiled
A miracle as it seems
Has been blessed on to me
It’s actually quite easy
To sing somewhat decently
And what I will receive
Is a flock of girls gathered around me
This could be quite nice
Just in a flash
My life has changed so fast!
We’ll call it an idol
We watch the idiot dance
Not realizing it
I just keep on dancing
Filling with greed
I can’t control my laughter
“oh my oh my oh my oh my”
I’m playing life as a game
This is just so exciting
Let’s have a lotta fun!
I’m a pretty awesome dancer
“That guy’s sorta weird, don’t you think?”
I’ll forgive you this time, ‘cause I am Idol
When I opened up my eyes
I found that I was being spoiled
It appears that I have yet to wake
From this continuing dream
It’s actually quite easy
Pretending to be interesting
Liking only certain types of girls
And sleeping around with everybo
Take OneBut a bright, young mindMore Like This
Exploring the world of relationships and
Traversing fields of
Do their dancin' and their prancin'
With no underpants
Hands will be grabbing,
Fishin' and dishin',
Young little minds all
Wishin' or kissin'.
A drugs, a stimulant
It's just too fun
They have another lay
You can't eat just one
The bag becomes stale,
And presence cold
No more three sides,
Sweet, hot or bold
Just an empty bag
Is all that they have
Smothered with crumbs
As it lay by their calves
They've reached their peak,
Now morbidly obese
Pinned under the weight
Of their own
In an instant
Memories begin to flood
Senturies of saturated
With their arms outstretched
As the seam comes undone
And they realize the sign
Saying to just
Warm Bodies (Parody based off RoTG rp)Warm Bodies (Parody based off RoTG shift based rp [MoriXHilary])More Like This
It had been years since Pitch's defeat and no child couldn't be any happier, there was one who was gonna ruin it though, a shape-shifter named Mori was about to ruin it though. Which is why there was a bloodline of shape-shifter fighters, humans that specialized in combating beings like Mori, keeping the world safer. Some was gonna happen soon, the rules would change and it would because of Mori and a woman.
Hilary and her mom moved in to Burgress weeks ago, smiling at thier new home, Hilary's parents were divorced a month ago and her mom wanted to start over again and Burgress was perfect for a lawyer like Mary (Hilary's mother). During that time, Hilary was in high school, became a member of the cheerleader squad and became friends with Jamie and Sophie Bennette. It wasn't until around 9:30 pm that she went out and went after the supposed shape-shifter she saw in months. Just as soon as the beetle transformed into Mori,
How To Write YaoiToday, we're going to show you how to write The Greatest Thing to ever happen evar.More Like This
Yaoi. Since it's a known fact that all female characters are vastly inferior to the male ones, none of them are suitable to be shipped with a male character. In fact, they can all go lez in a corner. No. This is going to be about yaoi. The greatest thing to evar happen evar of all time. Because we could never let a woman soil the true and pure love between a man and another man. And nothing is more sacred than that.
1. Tops and Bottoms As a rule, all yaoi couples must have a certified top and bottom (or uke and seme for you Japan types). NO EXCEPTIONZ1111!! You're either top. Or bottom. Period. The end. No exceptions. That's how all relationships work. And if you're relationship isn't like that, then there's probably something wrong with you. Or you're a woman. Then there's definitely something w
BalloonA blue balloon is tethered to the groundMore Like This
Written on the tether is Fear
It wants to be free, to float away but she's scared
What if she keeps floating forever
What if she pops
What if she deflates
And so she stays tethered thinking
Until a second tether appears
this one bears a name
and it makes her want to cry
Another tether another name
And she's never even met her
So it goes on with three tethers
And sometimes she severs
fear's tether and floats just a little higher
But fear always comes back to tie her down
Time and time pass by
These threaten her
If she leaves so will they
She isn't scared for herself, but she's scared for them
And she's so trapped
I Woke UpI woke up and I was sad.More Like This
I woke up and I was sad.
I didn't know why, or maybe I did.
But nothing could make it go away.
I was frustrated.
I went to the bathroom and locked the door.
I locked the door.
I took apart a razor and collected my tools.
I drew the blades across my skin again,
The deeper I went the better I felt.
I cut myself today.
I cut myself today.
I didn't know why, or maybe I did.
But nothing could make it go away.
An Unexpected Guest(Part 26)More Like This
The figure tiny in comparison to the dragons kept its hood pulled low over its face as it moved between the sleeping creatures. Slowly a hand reached into the depths of the cloak that surrounded the camp's intruder, clutching at the small bundle concealed within the garment.
Just as five fingers circled around the parcel a great force knocked the uninvited guest to its knees. Embyr's prey began to thrash about wildly in the fallen snow as the dragon stirred from her sleep, two blood-red eyes locked on her catch.
Slowly her mouth opened, her unoccupied hand reaching inside to withdraw the still-slumbering boy within. As the cold night air touched Sterling's skin he jolted out of his dreams, grunting in pain a moment later as he realized he had reopened one of his most recent wounds.
"Sorry," the black dragon apologized, laying her friend on the ground. "I needed to let you out so I could get some real food."
The sandy haired boy rubbed his bleary eyes as he looke
anaphoric trash poem scrambles to explain absencei'm handful of sober eyesMore Like This
i'm sliver of curve
i'm clingy silver
i'm little enveloping aggression
i'm tenderness doubled
i'm column of bitter lips
i'm accidental orange tree
i'm parallel to anodyne
i'm ablative of fingertips
i'm swirl of hollow mouths
i'm throw to the first space
i'm crushed cosmic chaos
i'm rouge page turner
i'm effective butterfly
i'm faded obscurity
i'm electropop Antigone
i'm slick of apple butter
i'm tremble of maternal salt
i'm river hostage
i'm Wednesday mass of the unipolar
i'm triggered religion
i'm beckoning lace of spinal fluid
i'm puff of misted oak
i'm heart-held engagement
i'm a fade letting go
i'm more ancient than gore
i'm more tongue-kissed than glory
i'm crystals calling over smushed centuries
i'm stressed feral
i'm coated in felines
i'm the lighter half of zero divided
i'm struck second
i'm stoppage of touch
i'm rumbled yell in the moth house abdomen
i'm multifaceted sleeper
i'm subconscious bound
i'm silk web of radio song
i'm scratched ocular shimme
soft as waterthis is the funeralMore Like This
where grey ash spreads
& in the air, a traffic of kites stream across the horizon,
the ash of sails, ghostly non existent,
sails set wide, slicing across the Hudson river
the water heals itself
rescinding wounds, sowing back together the places
where edges meet, and we become soft as water
doves sow the horizon thus, weaving through the kites on fire
& the lovers on fire
and the burns and burns and ink stains
on quiet carpets
everything became a silent memory buried under graves
in the cemetery sails bloom in deathly renaissance.
overpopulation expands exponentially
underground, in empty spaces
(between the sand, rivers, dust storms)
waves recede and seagulls echo
and the shivering saline sea is rough
(baring our naked spines against the asphalt
of the shore, the seagulls soaring echo
more truth than we'll ever know)
they know about:
recessions, receding shorelines and horizons,
and men retreating within,
Dark Matteri.More Like This
you are my bruises. welts
along my wrists, fingertips
dancing on my neck. bluebird,
you were a midnight mistake
leaking over the next morning.
you wept and all
the world called you beautiful;
we kissed the naked silence between your bones,
we watched you drown yourself in vodka and not-so-
secrets, and we brought you back to life;
we held you as you quaked
like a tragedy in its first bloom.
I called you beautiful,
and you used all of me
[I am as naked as the breeze, as
useless as a songbird without
a note. I am as hungry
the tide and as lonely
as the moon who calls
upon it; starlight,
you took all of me,
the negative space
I fell in love
first with the taste
of you-- good weed
and the resurrection
of unmet expectations. when
you kissed my neck, I was
alive; I was a series of
sparks in a vacuum night.
you were a million moths
blooming within my ribcage, you
were the beginning of the story
I was afraid to open. I fell in love
with the goosebumps tha
inshoreNothing but militant unrest and a bruised television echo quantifies these dreams.More Like This
A train-stranded stutter wrecks the lungs
and in negative come dazzled ghost
or maybe the repatriation of a gasoline lake to the lamp glow in the pale fuselage-
all white cathedrals of crack-headed angel mayors flashing on the wall
or dying pine black across the window-
every off-yellow raincoat blooming down the street which isn't a street
every irradiated rumor of space trapped in the pipe-bomb ceiling as I lie and choke on a thickened atmosphere of weaponized shine.
My house is hollow and empty and I beg my body to move
as I become quietly surrounded by eyes.
Loose adaptationprincess stalks,More Like This
and climbs wars to hear his role in sweet cinemax.
What awful comedy,
an ass-bent mock of the king and his daughter.
Like we slaughter a few to save a few million.
'your tunic of maroon, your eyes were plush moons,
Sickle me with your teeth,
you stink of honey and like your tatters were made from wild berry thorns.
comely and sure for wealth,
come by and suckle on my mead,
feel nubile cheeks nibble on nubile cheeks.
I will wait an hour, and then i will change my post,
our window frost tells time
So, come, and come and come.'
and doesn't shut up.
like he needed her to keep talking,
whole stomach linings would come undone,
and the silverware in your chest moves an inch.
I'm one of her rocking horses, living with the wind,
and close with the window,
crumple and decease with her feet over floorboards.
without a rotation and signals beaming,
You can't expect a direct connection
I am the stalker and you are the stalker
Toweri get sickMore Like This
so i draw
it's so sick
i can smell them
like you love
i ended up
only drawing a tower
with a tiny foundation
from which the experts all agreed
on one thing
it was uneven
we were jagged
what's the fool that takes you home?
and who am i to call him one too?
concrete web in a spider's midnight crib,
he crawls pretty close
enough to draw attention
so i can crawl
along the page and mimic the fuck
out of him
like, where are the cables?
where are ..... the fucking parody at?
I miss being drunk
almost as much as i miss being fucked
letters on leaving.i wrote my first suicide letter in 10th grade.More Like This
they told me it didn't count if you felt like dying
unless you had it down on paper
like a vetoed birth certificate.
i've rewritten it enough times since
to realize i could never leave with a proper goodbye.
goodbye is too heavy a word for paper to hold
and i was never brave enough for the kind of courage it takes to tell them
why they weren't enough to keep me here.
but i'm finally learning a different kind of bravery-
the kind it takes to
i learned to wear death
like rope burn my junior year
my senior year we became friends
but i finally stopped cutting the insides of wrists
when i finally realized death never arrives on time,
i started smoking when i turned 18
to speed his arrival
because somedays, 15 less earth rotations around the sun sounds like a blessing.
2 years later I'm still learning to let the self destructive habits go
I stopped smoking again
threw the knife away and closed the toilet lid.
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.More Like This
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
letter to a little me1. these are the anniversaries that will stay with you,More Like This
for better or worse:
things go up in december, as if the coming of a new year
gives the old one a kick in the pants.
look forward to decembers.
time likes to tie weights to your collarbones with silk ribbons.
right now i am two years into a subdued grief,
five years into a wild regret. but don't be scared;
just as many feathers balance out the iron.
i am three years into something truly
2. you will get better. the words on the page will eventually
come a bit closer to the pictures in your head.
by the way, you think in pictures--you don't see that now,
but look for it. use it to your advantage.
stop with the heavy moralizing. you try too hard.
you will abandon false modesty and snobbishness,
as you will find out that they are not attractive qualities.
you will, however, trade them in for navelgazing
and perhaps a bit of haughtiness and pre
we, poetsconundrums are our connotation.More Like This
weaving wild and wondrous words,
we clothe memories in conscious-membrane.
our "children" [words] will never freeze [fade];
this world is finite, but
its people prize a naked soul.
as we cannibalize our innermost
feelings and sensations,
we grind ourselves down
to bite-sized paraphrases,
and feed them to the world.
we write ourselves away.
FiniteI sometimes wish you were small—More Like This
so small you could sail this little model ship
into the clouds and never have
to look at a bowl full of put-out cigarettes again,
or make those oh-so-obvious
black paper hearts that you tear
down the center only to
band-aid back together
when I assure you, once again,
that you’re not worthless.
Remember the license plate you had
on that old blue car—
the one that said DANCE?
I wish you’d do that again;
I wish you’d do it in the middle of that abandoned attic
with its weathered beams and emptiness
like we did as children, without shame
and without purpose.
You once said that everywhere you went
places looked desolate, as though the desolation
shadowed you, clinging to your heals,
encasing you like an egg you were
trying to break free of, your arm reaching
for the immensity of the sky—
for a butterfly of hope.
“I feel as big as the world.” You said this
one morning as you purposely spilled that cup
Robin, when you stood by the windowI thought you would run, Robin,More Like This
I thought you would run;
the woods would’ve welcomed you,
the winter would’ve forgiven
your bare feet & shaking parts,
swallowed you whole,
body & broken heart.
I thought the moon would find you,
barely winded & waiting,
stark in the light of wanting,
about to fly into your fey escape,
into your desperate wish for another place;
as perfect as a snow globe,
as distant as your father’s heart.
I thought you’d find it,
your soul restless & naked
I thought you’d make it that far.
But you didn’t dare dream enough
& were forbidden to;
your window was no doorway
to that other world to get through;
the flowers in your lungs turned to fire
& I’d’ve thought they’d’ve kept you going
or at least kept you warm;
but you pulled the trigger in the belly of
the winter & Robin,
you were never reborn.
4 Traits of a Damn Good Boyi. driveMore Like This
buddy, you were a throwback. you had a lot of wolf in you,
a feral soul.
i hope heaven has eased the stiffness in your joints
and brushed the gray from your fur
and left you sleek and gorgeous,
a solid pack of muscle with the kind of determination
that can never be taught.
i hope there are lizards for you to chase,
doves for you to launch yourself after
and catch out of the air with a finesse that would make professionals weep.
buddy, i hope someone's up there throwing a stick for you every now and then.
i hope you give 'em hell when they want it back.
buddy, it seemed like the world was a very scary place for you.
i'm not sure why,
and maybe i laughed at you a little--
at the neurotic puppy inhabiting the commanding form
of a hunter--
and sometimes i got angry at you
and your insistence that the world was out to get you
and i'm sorry for that.
it took me years to realize that something must have happened
to plant a deep and unshakeable fear