Jun 16


Flowers on her dress,
Socks on her feet,
Her hair let down,

Crinkles by her eyes,
Nails polished black,
Her bracelets clashing,

1930's rolls royce,
Hair like the fifties,
Her dress, satin to the touch,

Crosses and diamonds,
Phone in hand,
Her mind lost in thought,
Jun 16

Somedays by the Sea

As I stand here watching the horizon,
Her silhouette outlined in the waves,
My heart pounding with every spoken word,
The sunset appears red with fury,
I wonder what it would be like if we left,
If we ran away somewhere new,
Started a new life together,
Just me and her, her and me,
The waves crashing against the shore,
Her weeping soflty against my shoulder,
Our lives slowly being ripped apart,
The cracks gradually getting bigger,
Our love growing deeper,
Crashing down on us,
The clock hits 12,
Our tale comes to a standstill,
But our love and hope will never end
Jun 16

Pen to Paper

I watched the way she smiled,
The way she walked when she was angry,
It was mesmerising, the emotion.

When, when she put pen to paper,
Her whole face lit up,
She seemed one.

When she dozed off,
Dreaming, thinking, exploring,
She never quite would come back.

That was, was until she put pen to paper,
Her pen flew across the page,
She laughed, she cried. 

She used to sit there,
All alone,
Just, just listening.

To others she seemed odd,
They never really understood,
Until they read her work.

Day, by day, by day,
She stopped showing,
She came by once every two months.

People no longer know who she was,
I still watched, watched the emotion,
Watched her cry, watched her laugh. 

When she didn't come, 
I knew it was over,
Never, never would I again see those bright blue eyes.

I missed the emotion,
Jun 16

Posted Pictures

I know it is not the same, 
I know that when I go back it'll change

But, somehow that doesn't make a difference,
all that matters is that I am there

I want to have to ignore people,
Smile at the memories

I miss what it was,
I miss what we were

It's strange, everything is different,
But, it is still where I belong

I miss the laughter,
I envy the posted pictures

I never got that,
I never will. 
Jun 15

to myself; when i am not feeling like myself

1. that even when you don't recognize the person in the mirror, they have
your mom's eyes and they look a little bit like your little brother. their heart beats
with yours. their fingernails are purple too. 

2. that although you don't feel like you belong to anything or anybody,
someone is thinking of you and someone is missing you. he loves you,
believe him when he tells you.

3. when you don't feel pretty or thin or any of those fucked up adjectives, remember
that you bleed and that you are full of blood and plasma and smooth muscle, among
other things. you are alive and you are full inside. you know this for sure.

4. that just because you look like a real person and not the barbies on the internet
does not mean that you are imperfect. believe me. 

5. to breathe. you gotta do that sometimes. 

6. to always write.
somehow writing helps you to find yourself.
Jun 15
ViolaLover9's picture

how i'm feeling better (or reasons that i love you)

1. i'm feeling better because it hurts you when i'm not. 
2. i feel okay because i know that if i say that and i don't mean it, you won't believe me.
3. i'm feeling semi-normal again because you made me laugh - and i didn't even have to make myself find something funny.
4. i miss you when you're not here, and when i'm feeling sad, i don't want you to have to be around me.
5. i might throw something if i admit to myself that i'm not feeling better at all, and so instead, i'm writing this. 
Jun 15
ViolaLover9's picture

Things that fall

They say that whatever comes up
Must come down 
But what about things that fall?

Is there some unwritten rule about
When they can come back up again?
When they can float higher
Chugging their way back up 
To their former vantage point
Like a tiny carnival balloon
Lifted by its helium engine. 

But when that balloon's engine stalls
It doesn't stay still in the air
It tumbles backwards, downwards
Falling ever so slowly
But undoubtedly earthbound.

And things that fall tend to keep falling
So that balloon won't rise again
Sometimes it feels like I won't either.
Maybe this is why this cavern of loneliness
Never seems to end.
Sometimes I doubt I'll ever
Find its bottom.


Jun 14

High School Graduation

A past memory
the tedious grind is done
now I can move on.

I sit profusely sweating
waiting for my name to be called
so I can be freed from this monotonous existence
Surrounded by my peers
placid faces I don’t recognize
all wearing the same expression
all wearing the same robes
creating a bland sense of unity.
people stare down at us,
strangers surrounding the claustrophobic space
maniacal monkeys clap in excitement
waiting for the show to start
sweat pours down wrinkly faces
dripping into squinty eyeballs.
The class speaker is ranting on the stage
as I zone out, falling down through the cracks in my mind
occasionally several phrases slip in after me.
none of his words make any sense
or have anything to do with me
something about believing in the future
or maybe living in the moment
stuff about changing the world
something like that
Jun 14
Mr. What a drag's picture

why do I think

It never occurs to me
of why I think too much
maybe because of the fact I want to be free
free from this such.

Or maybe cause I want to reach the stars
the stars that no one ever reached
even with their effort of years and years
but still kept getting impeached.

Either way, I'm a hunter
I will keep pushing forward through the wind
trying to find my long lost answer
and put everything that happened behind.

Whether I'm trying to be free or reach the stars, I don't know
but whatever my answer is, I believe it will be a satisfying one
cause I will hit it in a blow
that will say "well done".
Jun 14
poem 2 comments challenge: General
LunaMoonBox's picture

O Lady of the Sea

It's dark and cold. Like the deepest emotion emitting from your lifeless body
The roaring waves crash on the forbidden horizon, with every beat and drum like the endless sound of thunder
Light can't reach the bottom as it pierces through watery graves.

The sun sinks down into the deep...and slowly slips into a dark slumber.
Out of all the things the sea finds floating in the water, 
She hears screams that echo through the blasting night.

They tried to hide her...
They tried to seduce her...
They tried to own her...
They wanted to drown her...

The boat was full of despair and lust for this girl.
But they knew she was everything they could never have.
The brick was tightly attached to her delicate ankle as the noose was pulling her down.
Her wrists swelled at the itchy rope digging in her pale skin.
Her blushed cheeks puffy with tears and abuse.

Nothing could save her now.
Jun 14

And Then She Stole Life

Taker of sunlight
And giver of stars
Looks at the one night
In hands marked with scars
Seeing the mist 
In the cold from her breath
​Singing the songs   
In the ice winter's death. 

Raising our voices
And dropping our hearts
Turning to look
As the wind rips apart
Swirling like thoughts
Of the snow in her mind
Deadly like lips
But of a different kind.

Drinking the sunlight
And pocketing stars
This is the one night
That ends all the scars
Seeing the mist 
In the cold from her breath
​Singing the songs   
In the time before her death.
Jun 14

summer vacation

I fill my bag
just like I do every afternoon--
just with a lot more stuff this time.

I stay after
for a few moments longer,
saying goodbye to sort-of friends,
and teachers who have had to put up
with my class
for far too long.

I walk out
extra slowly,
unlike everyone else,
who was gone in seconds
caught up in their mad dash.

I breathe in
several last times
before throwing open the double doors
that lead outside.
the presence of a pole
keeps me from walking right in the center
of the two.

I choke
on my first few swallows
of summer,
and although mine
does not particularly
reek of freedom,
and is too busy
to be truly relaxing,
I drink it in anyways.

I’m done
with this year,
with these clases,
with these people I don’t actually like,
Jun 14


you said i 
couldn’t be 
who i am
so i wrote a 
in black ink
on my arms
and collected your 
sighs in my chest 
saving them for a 
rainy day. 
Jun 14


maybe i deserve it
or maybe it’s just that 

Jun 14


I painted his hands in 
charcoal, wiped
the dust on my pants 
and killed a part of 
myself for a piece 
of him. Now I wish 
he’d done it then
Jun 14

the demons of the night (sunset and night pt.2)

You ponder on a possibility to slay your fears;
they surround you, whispering thoughts in your ears;
bound to your fears, these chains, of which you will attempt to escape;
but you cant, for your fears control every move you make;

you let the whispers of thought control you; 
Through this clouded vision, you can see through
you are held back while you attempt to flee
Now a prisoner, you'll never be free.

fears are the demons of the night
convinced that there will never be light
upon knowing this You sink through the ground
destined to never again make a sound.
Jun 14


I simply exist, yet I exist without purpose
I must exit, I must leave; becuase im worthless
And when I exit, I doubt you would grieve :
my future? , sorrow and darkness are all I see.
Jun 14

Morning Thoughts

It’s creative, you think,
the way ocean refuses
to be photographed.

Even more creative 
with the stars.

It’s like trying to capture
the sky in a jar. 

Like trying to drink
sunlight from a cup. 

You know now you never can
and long to anyways. 

Jun 14
Kikiclimbs05's picture

I am

I am trailing my fingers along the wall, tired, going home
I am sucking my on finger, the scratch made from a loose brick, sticking out from the wall
I am rememerbing all of the novels I've read, with the ladies who hide notes to their lovers behind crumbling, loose bricks
I am pulling the brick out, watching a piece of paper no bigger that a post-it fluttering to the ground
I am picking it up, unfolding it, smoothing it out
I am reading it
I am dropping the note, running home
I am reading the words. over and over again in my head
Go away, Natasha. You and your fantasy books, your swirling desires. I never loved you, Natasha Greene, and I know that you loved me, you sad pathetic excuse for a lover.
I am walking up to my house, The house that has Greene written on it in swirling calgiraphy over the front door
I am getting my key out, door opening already
I am hugging, being hugged

Jun 14
poem 0 comments challenge: Three
Kikiclimbs05's picture

Look around

She is yelling
i tune out
and look around