Sexism - a story untoldI. A mother scorns her infant boy forSexism - a story untold2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
wearing a dress; the fresh print of a
hand mark glows on his cheek.
Meanwhile, his sister plays in shorts
II. Lunchtime and a child, no more than
twelve, hurries home early. Tears
smudge the sleeves of his favourite
shirt as he tries to muffle his sobs.
A girl hit him in the face, but boys must
III. Accused of sexual harassment, a
young man apologizes for complimenting
a lady at the bar. Somewhere in the
crowd, a girl pinches a stranger's bum
whilst her friends screech like hyenas.
She was only mildly flirting with him,
IV. In a restaurant, a woman insists her
date pays the bill. The following day,
he's accused of earning too much and
spending too little.
V. A man is pinned against the wall and
forced into sex. Even though he turns
away, he must enjoy it because he's
just a bloke. Women can't rape men - it
doesn't work like that.
VI. Somewhere in this world, a boy
holds the door open for his crush, a
BoredomMy life is a choreBoredom5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's no joy
I'm just living
For the sake of it
With no objective
With no purpose
Only killing time
Until the day I die
Broken he loved me to piecesBroken 1 week ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
now I’m left picking them up
couldn’t hold us together
(aftermathematics)with passing time(aftermathematics)5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
and spending dimes
i've got(ten) precious,
precocious all metallic
and isolated behind alloys
or bars; ally, lie,
calculate the dreamscapes
sells in idle transactions;
idyllic complexities that dance,
g(r)asping in clasped
hands curling together,
a stutter at the slightest
i've got a diamond
all wildfire kaleidoscopes;
but you're offering
no more than pennies
that clatter in the b(l)anks.
sphinxamaniai.sphinxamania5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this dawnlight
you will let him
and more muddled
than last night's
the dry choke
of his slumbering throat
will be the anthem
of your morning routine:
test the depth of his sleep,
softly gather all articles
over piles of clothing
and passed-out bones,
and if possible lock the door
flood over you
like absolving showers
with the heat
stare at the sun
and burn out last night's image
and never again remember
his "discreet" voice.
soon, love, the marks
of his teeth
and his name
with the daylight.
you are an isle
in the pale and fickle
light of the moon.
trying to kiss your shores
that they will be the first
but love, their veins
are not prepared
i broke the sky to make youand every time i dust your hipsi broke the sky to make you1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
with my aspirations,
i hear her weep
Astral stars smolder aboveAstral 1 week ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
like desperate prayers of hope
the darker the night
the more radiant their flames
as more intensely they blaze
Warm Hands, Cold HeartSleep with me.Warm Hands, Cold Heart4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our bodies woven like scarves too warm for autumn breezes.
Caught up in a winter romance.
I'd have let your hands slip beneath my shirt just to feel the warmth of my skin against your icy callouses.
Of course we'd only lie there in each other's company, letting our hands intertwine, knitting scarves more suitable for autumn days.
Peeling dried skin from our frail frames overtly aware that we'd been peeling away the walls between us.
And I'd have let you knock them down.
The walls, the scarves, the autumn, the winter days in your arms. Gone.
Heaving and cursing you'd take your pickaxe words and drive a hole straight through the icy heart of me and
I would shatter.
Cradling your words like I'm handling a baby crying, I'm dying, under the pressure of the water building up.
Enlightenment just too easy to catch on your line, throw me a
lifeline because I can't swim.
I'm caught up in your
Give me your hand and we'll
Sink together into our wove
it rains the most on sundays.i've never had a dream quite like this, i wasit rains the most on sundays.1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
flying with the wings of a pigeon dipping
through a halcyon haze then i was in
kindergarten again- drowning in a pool
with nothing to hold on to, i still shake
at the memory
some days i can rule the world
most days i can't even rule my body
i poke at the marks on my skin and
i will myself to believe that i am a
constellation, not a consolation prize
her technicolor coat is, technically, just red
hyperboles don't exist in the rain,
happiness is just a chemical in your brain-
but oh, the things we do for it.
Indigo Dreamersindigo dreamersIndigo Dreamers1 day ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
enchanted by tales
apartment windowsparking lots lit with cigar orange lampsapartment windows2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
shrubbery imitating the ocean's waves;
I can watch the world burn away
from my apartment window,
dusty on the inside,
grimy on the outside -
it reminds me that we all need a certain kind of home
where the wind howls through the door jam
and the garage creaks when we open it
and even the lightest footstep
echoes in the halls -
we need a certain kind of place to call home
so we can realize that there are certain people
to call home as well.
Vivir [Live]No vivo porque,Vivir [Live]4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
¿Por qué vive?
¿Vive a vivir,
O a vivir una vida?
Blind and lostI open my eyesBlind and lost4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I can't see a thing
Not in all the fog
That clouds this world
A fog we can't clear
It doesn't go away
And so we wander
Trying to find our way
Finding only traps
And dead ends
Until we collapse
Somewhere in this maze
the rise and fall of the fermionic empirei.the rise and fall of the fermionic empire2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
you roll your limbs
in odd circles,
frontways and back
tracing the spirit
of cosmic gestures
with the care
as your figures
known to the
maps of the
to this earthbound opus.
taming this sphere,
no one meant
for your plans
to set sight
on this crown.
you turn, limber as
willows kept dear
by circlet breeze,
taking these pearls
from the swing
and setting them
in gold dust
have your hands
let their potion
in osprey swoop
and brokebeak mons,
stirs gamma-pierced wings
to grasp heirs
by the throat.
tracking the spears
as they slit
iii.and that's when i realized weiii.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
all have a purpose in life
to place faith
in this world and
then to watch it burn.
a year elsewhere (wont to)when you draga year elsewhere (wont to)3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
inked across the page
and sign, desperate
are not fixed
and darling expanses shift
quite subtle in temporal
waltzes. every object
observed started elsewhere
settles now. swearing
a vow on the inertiaic
Blushing Skiesskies blush shadesBlushing Skies4 days ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
of delicate happiness –
what i'd like to know ishow do you like yourwhat i'd like to know is3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
now that she has shown
to write to winter's endi. you are snow, the frost & everythingto write to winter's end1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
that can bring untold fragile beauty to
the world you watch from your window, or
reduce it to slivers.
(it's your sharp wit, your razor words,
that will always be a weapon of choice.
don't lose them, for all the damage you
cause with them cannot hold a candle to
what would happen if you didn't anymore)
ii. to write to a ghost, cold & harsh with
her heart of winter, is an adventure in itself.
to mold words that rival frozen rivers &
fresh snows, without changing the landscape.
(i am a summer girl, born in the heart of
a dessert and molded by the harsh sun &
heavy rains. i do not know how to be calm,
collected, or anything by a whirlwind, a
natural distaster that in neither controlled
nor on a warpath. sometimes, i wish i was
more like you, able to distance yourself
without a thought, without a care-
& then, i realized you couldn't do that
any better than me, & it turns out you're
not made of winter glass like you thought)
iii. this poem may not fi
pyrogasmshe quiet twisted in amberpyrogasm4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
and slight accent,
dashing after all manner
of spritely passion.
defiant, her dancing
struck the chords of the jealous.
she was a nebulous
wonder, a sleet form,
the rumble of thunder
on the horizon.
despising the norm,
she took refuge
in storm, sea agitated,
and destructive event;
patroness of armageddon
insofar as it mitigated
her pent-up patterns.
flattering every sin
tattoos and havoc
in the drain,
a visage once darling
like last week's pay
can pick up these shards?
her scarves are ripped
and her pricked-up-by-liquid
ears, pierced invictus,
seared by the jeers
of those licked chops.
in the opposite alleyway,
she primes her dissuasion
and talks in clipped
and when the smoke clears
they are left
boringto the onesboring3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
that run the clock out
the proud strutting
and loud muttering
the rowdy and
to days full of
and wry, calloused,
chewed up and spat out
and my god if you knew
what i mouth
when you turn your back
and old sharps
logging hours of
and steely distances
and if you ever
take advantage of my loves
may the above stage
a coup on your life
you the major thorns,
the dangers sworn,
the plague us with
swarms of canker sores
in our mangers,
be your favor
World at our Feet upon the rooftopWorld at our Feet4 days ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
we are alone
world at our feet
056- But his voice sounds so sweet.Sure, there's a demon inside us all.056- But his voice sounds so sweet.1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
We just have to be strong and ignore his words
as best we can without forgetting to listen to the angel beside him.
ColorsColors5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My person was Blue, it's true unlike you
You were the pilot of the Violet, only Red when you riot
Our feelings serene, twas a Green movie scene
Until the mellow fellow drowned in Skeptic's Yellow
Brazen was the heart, Crimson from the start
The narcissist of the dark embedded his Onyx mark
From Aquamarine the Garnet bleeds and Raspberry Rose has lost her seeds
Emotions Azure, radiant and pure, Silver for tears and Golden lure
Lackluster the colors-the intentions of your
The truths behind a Grey prison door
Black is hell, White is heaven, cliches are dyed upon the sins of seven
Just the reward Clear the goal...Bronze sanity for a Platinum soul