A dying plant and high tidesMetronome currencyMore Like This
Only in my head
The city flows
Parallel to me
I pace and spin
Through distorted boundaries
From wind's vibration
It is raining
And I can feel
Over my blazing skin
A night at the circusThe circus is abuzzingMore Like This
With patrons and other people
That bear in their garments
A secret code of scarlet.
The black and white exterior
Reveals no clue
To what lies inside the tent
Shaped like a dome
But do come in,
Nothing there? Take one more step
Now you're lying on your back
Embraced by green grass
Thick and humming the songs of summertime
Encouraged by a warm sunlight.
Push away the cotton white clouds
From the sky
Look closer, closer, pay attention
Let the darkness reveal known and foreign planets
With rings and moons and savage climates
Enjoy the theater of shimmering stars
Childish yellow, misunderstood red and sickly pale,
Caress the vibration of our vast universe
Let it push under your skin its melody
The grass brushes your clothes
To steady your oscillating dreaming
As my magical mechanism reels off
So, I'm Pretty?“That’ll be seven dollars and fifty cents, please,” said the man behind the counter. A girl with shaggy, long, dark hair with bangs that obscured her eyes, fingered her jeans’ pockets and hoped that she would find change that added up to seven fifty. She was in luck – a crumpled ten-dollar bill was wedged in the recesses of her pocket. She tossed it on the counter, grabbed her change and cigarettes, began unwrapping the pack, and pulled out one of the tobacco-filled tubes from its case. She pulled a pink colored lighter and lit the cigarette, as she turned around and left the store.More Like This
“Ya know, Nita…” The girl glanced back at the smiling man behind the counter, whose luminescent white teeth stood out strongly against his dark skin. “you’re still a bit young ta be smokin’ those cigs.”
Nita smiled a bit and gave a sarcastic chuckle. “Whatever. Who are you, my father?”
As soon as Nita left the store, the fr
PerspectiveCan a loss be notedMore Like This
Even I never knew it;
But here she lay,
Her shoulders coated
by silky hair,
And eyelids shut,
her lashes fanned out;
Can death really be
A beautiful thing?
Maybe for her, it is.
She sees her passing
Like no one else.
To her, it is an escape.
She prayed for suffering
to end –
It finally did.
She’s free from life on Earth,
Drifting among the clouds
like the angel
But to me, her death is sadder
The woman who birthed me,
Who took care of me:
My mother is gone
and my heart is left broken.
So I am left with one thought.
Should I remain saddened,
Since she is gone;
Or should I feel glad
That the woman is free?
I guess it’s dependent on perspective.
I Am Weird, Hear Me Whine!(I'm bored and I wanna keep the writing mojo going...so here goes)More Like This
How I feel now about people is the same way I felt on my 16th birthday. Part of me thinks that's pathetic but the bigger part thinks that's exactly right. My entire life I've been extremely close with my family and almost no one else. Looking back at how people I'm not related to have been treating me my whole life, I can't help but think that's right too.
I guess it might seem like a pretty miserable existence to some people, only being friends with my family. It's not. I like my mother for the type of person she is, I don't like or love her just because she's my mother. There are very few people who get how incredibly harmless I am and always have been and my mom is one of them. I've had my ups and downs with my family but I always get along better with them than I do with anyone else. And, feeling like someone understands me keeps me far from miserable.
Have I tried to make friends
PukeI'm losing more faith than I started with.More Like This
I gave all I had to the disgusting myth
That success makes people happy, no, not me,
The world is nothing like the paintings you see.
Every time someone promises me something
I end up standing with my empty hands open
And I'm done with toxic friendships
Cause I got sick of the poison drip
In my drinks, everywhere but my shower,
The only place I feel safe for about half an hour.
I decided it'd be better to stop caring,
Another strategy to keep me from baring
My soul to those that refuse to understand
Because all of them turn out to be bland.
Lost control of my life, up at all hours
Just grasping at a little chunk of power,
Been trying to find a job but I got no car
Or anything that would get me that far
Except my resume, Eagle Scout, community service,
Guess that community doesn't think I'm worth it.
Sometimes I feel like I should stop trying,
Can't do much living so get busy dying;
Mom thinks I'm a deadbeat and dad's even worse
But I don't thi
IfIf I could drawMore Like This
I'd design cartoons
With a similar face
To me or you
Where a family of sponges
Raise their young with lies
And show you how only
Parents have abrasive sides.
If I could sing
I'd touch your soul
With a voice so lamenting
You'll think twenty is old,
The tears down my face
Telling you sad stories
Of how many times I've lost
And had to keep going.
If I could dance
I'd capture your heart,
Hopefully with bigger muscles
We would not have fell apart,
But I've never wanted to dance,
Rarely wanted muscles,
I just wish to be known as good,
Why my brain's caught in tussles.
If I could be a man,
At least by their definition,
I would be consumed
By the power of infection,
I much prefer to be both,
With grace and power together
Instead of sadly apart,
I believe fluid flows better.
If I could speak
I'd do so without stuttering,
But I'm stuck going slow
Because everyone's interrupting
Me, I'd like to be listened to,
For someone to show me
My thoughts are of value,
And maybe they'd even