perspective (distances)under the stars,perspective (distances)21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
two solitary figures
head meets shoulder
in a vast act of intimate
bridging brink to brink,
eyes span cavernous silence
across a pitch ocean,
by the waves.
you move mountains in-
articulated seven league
intentions ever fair
in tension ever
under the stars,
two solitary figures
change melts slow;
an irrevocable haze
of night curving
epilogue before the prequel and that is symboli--symbolism or symbolicepilogue before the prequel and that is symboli--22 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
we look for the signs
to justify the li(v)es
death grips tight-lipped
and knuckles white
eyelids low like sunsets
when the sons set
and the caskets are filled
to the brim until
white wine is spilled
and clouds dissipate
under the roof
that love is not eternal
than a suicide bomber
rubicon shadow blistering
blustering until tumor tremor status
on the abdomen
of line-breaking insurgence
reaches rebellious ribs
Fires Like Usmemories flood andFires Like Us5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
a strange fuel chokes
its blurry taste
where words and will
again, break down
and it's here
where our ghosts
where the simplest air
hosts and feeds
fires like us, our
orange knives, whittling
away the years
and it's in
this kindled breath
that we forget
throne of the knownyou constructed your empirethrone of the known21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
one choir girl after another,
surrounded with perfect
ego. pregnant with your own
sense of dignity and spitting
on the rows of those adoring
with thesaurus lips smacking.
taxing our optics with fac-
simile antics like desperate lovers
and naming them accordingly,
stamen imploring the carpels
to tunnel vision, fission
capturing the image of fate-locked
couples in distorted streets.
you're a whore to me,
i've have seen your mortary
phoning over your orders
to the courted. you're forcing them
out, the twist words and wrist burns
sordid screaming out from underneath
your bric-a-brac. bring me
the ipecac, vomit is a bivouac
from the ilia cracking in your throat.
bat your cilia, evacuate, and choke
on charon's obol.
Jackal ConfidenceClaustrophobicJackal Confidence3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my half-breaths,
a jackal follows dusk
hunting lost song birds
through a marsh jostled
with heavy heartbeats.
Swooping over the cavern
of my stomach
in a dance of pulses
they taunt him
from rib cage ladders
he can't reach, a warbling
He paces patiently below,
the swish of his tail
leaving an ebb and flow
through dry veins,
knowing one day, the doubt birds
will get clumsy,
will tease their feathers
too close to the maw of his mouth,
will forget that jackals
and not much else.
the thing i fear mostis people.the thing i fear most2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
wearing the lifeless skins of mortals
stretched taut, inflexible
over the musty skeletons
from their overstuffed closets
masquerading with laughing sneers
plastered on the outside like posters
warning of the poisonous thoughts
that reel in their minds
fingertips a rot in decay
each rough caress slowly killing the Earth
her wails laden with the reluctant withdrawal
of a mother who's realized her children are a failure
the time has come for her to right herself
but they ignore her pleas for peace
trampling her hope for a united family
and unknowingly sealing their ugly demise
What.I. Love. You.What.1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Three single words.
All with different meanings.
You know, I can think of three words to follow that.
But it's too hot in here to say em'.
I'm going to go eat my Pocky in peace.
With a book on body language in my hands.
La Dame Aux AcesLa Dame Aux Aces- The Lady of Aces-La Dame Aux Aces4 hours ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
So rumored every bar and casino.
She frequented these places,
Her mind recalled a hundred faces,
But none held meaning,
And none of their words gave up wisdom worth gleaning.
She might be Helen, but where was her Troy?
Apparently, life's contract made no mention,
And her Paris never arrived with the best of intention.
Life's callousness made her existence a sort of toy.
La Dame Aux Aces- she dealt her aces like a master,
And I wouldn't put it past her,
If she tossed the dice twice,
Cheating life the way life cheated her in all its sordid vice.
Gamble, gamble, another dollar might snare ten,
Or Luck is not a lady, he might be cruel as men.
I hope she is luck herself- she needs it.
Heart-hammering, throat dry, where does it land?
On ten? On twenty? Please let it be black on five-
Just enough bills to see through this night alive.
Some earn their bread from toil,
Other by breaking soil,
But others break off their souls
So they can pay life's greedy toll
Where Were You, Tom LeFrey?Where were you, Tom LeFrey?Where Were You, Tom LeFrey?9 hours ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I wonder if you saw the light of another day.
Did you wander down to the bay and sat on the quay,
Waiting for her return and your waiting be paid?
Were you weary, Tom LeFrey?
I saw the world was a heavy burden on your mind,
And you never told me if you found what you sought to find.
You chain-smoked like Perdition knocked on your door,
And you glanced at the clock every hour,
As though some strange power,
Might spirit your dried-up soul away,
You'd think that Raven was croaking "Nevermore".
The Past, you told me, is a back-breaking load,
And though your shoe soles
Were scuffed and riddled with holes,
You murmured, "This damned road,
Still has some miles for me to go before I'm done."
You finished and cocked your gun.
You jaunted down like a man facing the gallows defiantly,
Like a vagabond overcoming Want triumphantly,
And you mused these neon lights were the ghosts
Of contented souls watching the city sleep,
And that the smoke choking the air were the hosts
Cheers?‘tis the seasonCheers?11 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
decree to be joyous
no reason for many
for some, little joy
too muchmaybe if we justtoo much42 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
would stop and
(i can’t hear you,
it’s too bright
IrresistibleOur everythings collide,Irresistible5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
'Insert idenity'Being criptic'Insert idenity'6 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
How we love to be
Where do we belong
And we're alone
Cold as stone
War was over
So they said
But the seed we ripped
It flew in us
And now we're lost
And the seed grow a demon
That keep fighting it's fight
It will crush all our guiding light
Who are we?
I ask myself
Will the demon lose
Or am I just a stupid lost me
Are we a useless we
Who are we
We are who
Who we are
Something Therethere's something thereSomething There8 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
in love and hate
they can be so close
a complete ecosystem
and working together
yet living fat in our heads
heads tugging hearts
making us weak and swoon
or sharp and predatory
energy fields collide
vibes and impressions arise
channels of love and hate
flow deep with joy and rage
they break like waves
how do i kill the pain?
SoliloquiseMy chain of silver locketsSoliloquise16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the thread-bared pockets
Reminds us in rhythm
Of a better time
When the strings have consumed
The memories of me and you
There'll be no-one to replace it
Rest slightly until the dawn
There is no time for a dream
Stilts will fault the stance
Washing the stains of what we've seemed
Of what we've become
The suffering static held within their frames
Tired arms of promise selling out for fame
Sleeps the needles in their comfort zone
Weary eyed the tired
Have thrown out their bones
And sheltered in the fabric of their dreams
But there's no-one to defend the replacements
Rest slightly until the dawn
There is no time for a dream
Stilts will fault the stance
Washing the stains of what we've seen
Of what we'll become
Can you shame them into submission
And break down certain traditions
A universal union of tatters
To tell the story of land and sea
The postscripts will consume me
And they'll swim in chance
Within broken hymns
The golden leaves of slumbers
Will let you
VoiceVessel of a soundVoice19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Circling 'round wax
A Child's PleaThose big people, they're talking so loudA Child's Plea20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sound mad, they're always yelling about
How they wish that I'd never been beared
I did a bad thing when I got really scared
I'm sorry for all the crying, my mommy and daddy
But the cursing and hitting, it hurts me so badly
You ignore me when it's hunger pains I whimper
I stay in a room where I only know cruel temper
I desperately need a hug, I need a nurturing hand
I desperately need to feel safe, and to understand
Why in the world you hate me so much
I'm your child and hoping for your love
Please stop being mad, I'll try to be better
Why can't we be a family, happy together?
My anatomy is fragile, the epitome of vulnerable
I'll do what you want, I won't cause more trouble
I promise not to get sick, I won't soil myself there
I won't wet the bed after having another nightmare
I eat dirt from the floor because I'm starving every day
You call me nasty things when it's hunger pains I say
You never let me go outside because I have to stay
Oh, It's Me Again!Oh, It's Me Again!4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Grey eyes and thin pink lips.
Abundant wavy brown hair;
that's another part of me.
Little feet and hairy toes,
and plentiful rolls to spare.
A few more things you'll see.
I like animals and trees;
about these things, I care.
A tree-hugger: That's me!
collector of rocks and books.
Too many things, you see.
I'm Wiccan and Discordian,
more than average looks.
And I'm okay with me!
I take meds for my moods.
Erotic stories I read;
because I write them, you see.
I'm not rich, but I'm happy.
I have what I need.
But yes, there's more to me.
ProcrastinationIt sits there,Procrastination5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
staring at me.
It just taints the air,
with its forgotten promises,
its basic molecules,
Maybe you could heal,
this unsealed gash,
tied with a lovely sash.
With your mind of steel,
you could force me to work,
through this pile,
which has been staring at me awhile.
Me, this lowly procrastinator,
could maybe have a second chance?
To once again be able to prance,
with only the joy of a survivor.
I don't deserve anything,
but I still ask.
I don't know why....
But please, I can no longer defy.
Let's get this straight,
I can no longer procrastinate.
Me Myself and II'm walking through the streets,Me Myself and I6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
looking at everything I think is pretty.
She walks next to me,
looking at everything she thinks is pretty.
We rarely look at the same thing.
We're sitting with our friends,
I'm talking at every chance I get,
She rarely has any input.
We're looking at a painting,
telling each other what we think it means.
She says it has no point.
That its just a couple of blobs of paint,
that its only in the museum because it was done by some famous dude.
I say its filled with people,
and its meant to make you happy.
When I think to myself,
who would I be without her?
I'd be just like everyone else.
I wouldn't be...
Pretty GirlIf you’re smart, pretty, and a hard workerPretty Girl7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don’t let any other girl know you are.
The prettier you are, the more threatened she will feel.
The smarter you are, the more exposed she will feel.
And the harder you work the more in jeopardy she feels,
Because she is insecure and afraid you will take something from her.
She fears you will take her boyfriend, her confidence, her best friend,
Her role in a group, or something else she is insecure about.
What’s an attractive, intelligent, hard working girl to do?
Know it will happen, and use your intelligence to deal with it.
Practice humbleness, kindness, and gentleness toward her.
Go the extra mile to prove that you are more than a pretty face,
That your life is not as perfect as it seems, and that you need friends, too.
Your attacker strikes out of fear,
Hating parts of herself far more than she could ever hate you.
Equal people. Part IAll people are the equal,Equal people. Part I8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Distinguishes them only force;
All thoughts are different,
But combines mile.
All thoughts are pure,
A hands are dirty;
All face are white,
But the souls of the stench smeared.
You have the same smile,
But the tears on her cheeks colored;
You have different errors,
But some ways.
You like flowers for their soft flavor,
People also value for the dedication of talent;
But your flower is not looking in the mirror,
As the remainder of the cigar look into the your soul.