words.

you and i were the same
you punched greasy men in the jaw and
i punched the greasy walls of this house

you and i were the same
i kissed the lips that never spoke faerie tales and fireflies 
you bruised the wrists of a writer, a lover, a hopeless

you and i were the same
you shoved me and forced me and yelled
i sobbed and scratched and screamed

you and i were the same
i tried and tried and tried and tried and I’m tired of being a br(ok)en record
you lit gasoline words on fire with your acidic teeth 
 
you and i were the same
you broke glass and spewed hatred from your lungs
i never saw the goodbye coming and i guess that’s a cliche 

you and i were the same
i was a lost girl who trusted too soon, laughed too hard and loved too deeply 
you were a hot blacktop, burning the soles of my feet and you hurt me in more ways than that

 

he pushes me
and we’re naked
and he’s too strong
and my voice won’t work
and he asks if I’m sure
and I can’t answer
so I swallow 
and try 
to say no

but it won’t come out
and it hurts 
and I want to scream 
and he doesn’t seem to notice my
discomfort

and someone says no
but my mouth is broken
so it can’t be me
but now I’m sobbing
and he won’t even touch me
and I’m screaming with my mouth closed
and he’s telling me to be quiet
because
I’d wake my parents
and he’d get in trouble

he says he needs to leave
but I can’t find my underwear
that I threw away that night
and I can’t find my words

and then he’s gone

thecheekyyone:

Day 1- Write a poem where each line starts with a letter from your first name (an acrostic). It can be about anything, but it should not be about you or your name.

Day 2- Who was the last person you texted? Write a five line poem to that person.

Day 3- Find the nearest book (of any kind). Turn to page 8. Use the first ten full words on the page in a poem. You may use them in any order, anywhere in the poem.

Day 4- Write a haiku. They’re often about nature, but yours can be about anything.

Day 5- Write a three line poem about lemons without using the following words: lemon, yellow, round, fruit, citrus, tart, juicy, peel, and sour.

Day 6- Write a poem of any length incorporating every word from your latest Facebook status.

Day 7- Take a walk until you find a tree you identify with, then write a poem using the tree as a metaphor for yourself or your life.

Day 8- Write a cinquain on a topic of your choice.

Day 9- Quickly jot down four verbs, four adjectives, and four nouns. Write a poem using all 12 words.

Day 10- Pick a one line song lyric to serve as an epigraph to your poem. Then, write the poem to accompany it.

Day 11- Write a list poem.

Day 12- Tell your life story in 6 words.

Day 13- Write a short poem that a child would like.

Day 14- Write a bad poem, make it as lousy as you can, do everything wrong, let yourself be awful.

Day 15- Post a poem (written by someone else) that you love (for any reason).

Day 16- Respond to the poem you posted yesterday with a poem of your own.

Day 17- Write a poem that employs a rhyme scheme.

Day 18- Write a poem without any end rhyme, only internal rhyme.

Day 19- Imagine yourself doing any household task/chore, then write a poem using what you’ve imagined as an extended metaphor for writing.

Day 20- Write a narrative poem detailing a specific childhood memory.

Day 21- Choose one of the poems you’ve already written and posted as part of this challenge and re-order it in some way. You could rearrange the lines or stanzas or even words in a line. Think of it as a puzzle!

Day 22- What is the first car you bought/drove/remember? Write a poem about it.

Day 23- Write a seven line poem that begins with “it’s true that fresh air is good for the body” (from Frank O’Hara’s poem “Ave Maria”) and ends with “this is our body” (from Gary Snyder’s “The Bath”).

Day 24- Write a poem that’s different in some way from anything you’ve ever written. Take a chance! Be wild!

Day 25- Write a poem that includes all of the following words: pistachio, ink, pebble, weather, varnish.

Day 26- Gather some magazines/catalogs you don’t mind cutting up and spend ten minutes flipping through them looking for words/sentences that spark your interest. Cut out the words as you go, and (at the end of the ten minutes) arrange the words to form a cut-out poem.

Day 27- Begin with the title “The Poem I’d Never Write.” Then, write that poem.

Day 28- Visit a virtual art gallery and look around until you find a piece that intrigues you. Write a poem inspired by the artwork.

Day 29- Briefly research a poetic form of your choice and write a poem according to the rules of that particular form.

Day 30- Write a poem employing extended metaphor to illustrate the experience of the last thirty days.

Doing this!

doing this soon. 

(Source: senoritasweetcheeks, via scantilycladinyourbones)

at the playground
She falls in love
and He falls off the swing

at the playground
memories are made and
hearts are broken
and mended
over and over again
a constant stream of them
coming in and going out

at the playground
the children are all too innocent
with their shrieks of joy and laughter
and the teenagers all too guilty
with their drug problems and sex

at the playground
you see your past and your future

at the playground
yes, at the playground
She says she loves Him
and He says He doesn’t care

They were her wolves.
They howled sweet melodies that she could understand. She sang along every night, aching for the parts of home she never quite found.
With them, was her home.

She finally got old enough to go in the forest, given her parents fragile trust that she wouldn’t go too far, wouldn’t stay too long, would be very safe.

They waited eighteen years for her.

There were catious glances between wild beasts and the trapped wolf girl. 
One look in her eyes and you’d be able to see the lust that consumed her from head to toe.
She was an untamed thing, a lupine rebel amongst humans. 

She was finally with her family.
She was free.
And she was home. 

I want to grow old with you. I want to see all your birthdays and be all of your Christmas mistletoe kisses. (New Year’s, too) When I think of the word ‘home’, I see us, curled up on a couch in the middle of our livingroom while it rains for days. You are the light to my world and you give meaning and reason to everything. I am deeply, foolishly and passionately in love with you, Samuel. <3

there are birds in the
s k y
and they look so 
free;
but i don’t understand
why they can 
s.i.n.g.
when the world is so
g/r/e/y/

I don’t actually remember being awake for the past two days. I know I must have at some point eaten and gone to the bathroom, but I can’t recall when. 
All I know now is that my best friend, Andy is calling me. And he has approximately eighteen times in the past ten minutes.

I groan and answer. “What.”
“Nice to talk to you too, sunshine.” He grumbles, teasingly. “I heard about what happened. Sorry man. You’re too good for her anyway. So listen, I’m coming over in a few minutes.” 
I process the conversation slowly and question the actual time. Andy doesn’t wake up until after one on the afternoon and it’s still light outside, so it’s somewhere between one-thirty and six.
I rub my eyes and back peddle.
“Woah, what? But dude, I’m not even-” I trip over my words, trying to say anything that will prevent him from seeing me in this horribly depressed state.  

I hear him shuffling around on the other line, probably for pants or his keys. Andy hated wearing pants. I figured that out the first time he slept over at my house. I ended up having my best friend’s pants on my face at the tender old age of eight. Upon removing them, I saw very clearly, without my glasses in the middle of the night, that Andy was laying on the cot in nothing but briefs, spead eagle. I’m still traumatized a little. “No. I’m coming over. We’re gonna play some Guitar Hero and Call of Duty. Strum notes on a fake guitar and shoot the shit out of some guys until your heart is content, or at least less broken.” He says with a grin in his voice.

Usually, this would make me smile. Now, it just makes me feel worse for neglecting Andy the past month or so. (NAME HERE) and I were on rocky waters, I did everything to fix it. I stopped gaming and reading. School work. Even hanging with the only person other than family that has known me since I was seven. 
I owed it to Andy to chill with him. He must have sensed it because I hear him start his car.
“Dude, I’ll be there in like ten. You want some food? I can stop at Wendy’s while I’m out.”
My stomach snarls at the thought of delicious, greasy fast food burgers. I apparently haven’t had my fill of cholesterol and salt while I was blacked out. 
“Hell yeah dude. Get extra fries too.” I say, heading to my connected bathroom.
“You want a shake, too?”
“Do you even have to ask?” I laugh. It’s a strange sound. Andy doesn’t notice, or at least he doesn’t comment.
“I’ll be there in fifteen then. Later dude.”
“Yeah, sounds alright. Later-“ 
“Connor?” He stops me.
“Yeah, Andy?” I say, a little shocked at his abruptness.
“I love you, dude. It’ll be okay.”
I manage to choke out, “I love you too, man.” Before he hangs up.

After I get undressed, I head to the shower, letting the hot tears run down my face. 
Andy knows what to say to tug at my heartstrings, as unmanly as that sounds. 
But who am I to say what’s manly? I’m crying in the shower because my best friend is truly the best friend that ever existed. 
Even when I abandoned him, he’s still here for me.
Upon realizing that, and how shitty of a friend I am, I feel more tears prick up. 

sometimes i wish we were winged folk
so we could take to the sky -
and never turn back
to look at 
this town, these ugly beasts that clutch
at our ankles sososo tight, pulling us back
from escape
from freedom
from each other;

and sometimes
i feel the wind brushing against
my feathered back
it is a reminder of home
of a place i have never been, 

the places we dream of going
areas humans have never touched 
towns with wolves and magpies
rather than people

but the cries of our solitary heartbreak 
never leave this town