Nameless FieldsNameless fieldsNameless Fields23 hours ago in Free Verse
in a sea
to find rest
in this field.
valhalla callsnever let them see youvalhalla calls21 hours ago in Free Verse
never let the bravery
steel in the face
and threaded in the unbroken bones
of the victor.
swift as the wings
foes' fangs sinking
the breaths you take
every lost soul
as they curse your mention.
their bodies picked at after,
murders after murders
all drunk on the brawl.
inner beautymy lover wears insanityinner beauty7 hours ago in Free Verse
attached delicately to her left wrist
slicing her veins
with menacing imagery
while visions of chimeras
dance on her iris
caput mortuumthis skeleton:caput mortuum22 hours ago in Free Verse
of marbles in intricate
formation to minimize
clattering from rib
gaps of these
a decade ago: marbles
sugar-spun in snowflake
patterns, and tenderly
thumbed with hopeful
hands beckoning for
strangers to sympathize,
to swallow and
Clear Confusion?I think too quickly,Clear Confusion?13 hours ago in Free Verse
At the same time,
I overthink everything.
Saying, "I love you." to someone,
Depending on different conditions,
Such as mood, current mental state,
Stress level, health, current relationship,
Each thing will give you a different response.
If we consider each condition,
Each having their own values and measurements,
With each change in value giving a different response,
But at the same time, having different values give you the same response,
We can anticipate certain ranges of what someone will reply to you,
However with limited success, as even with these predictable results,
The person you are saying, "I love you." too will still give off different unpredictable responses,
Such is human nature, to be wonderfully predictable, yet, wonderfully unpredictable.
At the same time however,
I can reduce this down to a simple yes or no question,
Simply, "Are you good friends with this person?"
If the answer is yes, you can expect them to
Quarry on FriendshipI will never be like youQuarry on Friendship18 hours ago in Free Verse
You will never be like me
More than likely we’ll fight again
We are not made the same
Our fibers meld differently
Two separate ideas of acceptable
You think what I do is stupid
I think what you do is boring
I don’t like the way you can charge
At me and knock me down
You’re like a horned bull sometimes
You don’t understand me
I’m a big odd question mark
Cheating a little to the left
I can be submissive to you
But I also scream and slam things
I know words that will hurt you
And sometimes I say them
We have the same blood
But different minds and hearts
And only on our best behavior
Can we peacefully co-exist
And somehow I know you love me
I wonder if you know I love you
Puddle Splasher “StopPuddle Splasher11 hours ago in Free Verse
Crackle many voices
Speaking from everywhere
As though all inanimate things,
All the bulky stuff down the block,
Like streetlights and car batteries,
Like door bells and spark plugs,
Conjoin as one to lecture me.
I am submerged
Deep in water
Though it’s only
A little puddle
On the sidewalk.
And the sky looks
Very muddy murky
Viewed from below.
The size of a searchlight;
It seems as high as the sun, yes,
But it is only a street lamp blinking on.
I rise up
From my sidewalk puddle
My sniveling nose wants to sneeze
My mouth is still snorkeling
And my ears are all damp in the hollow
“Stop playing under that sky you can't see!”
a prayersoftspoken like a prayera prayer11 hours ago in Free Verse
and unbreakably whole
you make me believe in
my make-believe soul
come back to me
The Word in the VoidThe Word in the Void 2-9-16The Word in the Void11 hours ago in Free Verse
I watch the pulse of a mighty river
throbbing beneath the magnificent contours
of the flesh of the earth
and I stand in light
as I have only stood in memory.
the river, my veins,
the earth, my skin,
my heart, a pyre upon which burns
the ghosts of all the trials and empty miles
that I wandered through the dust
to come here,
to this place where memory and becoming are one fabric,
a small house in a clearing of trees
in which roars a symphony like a storm,
of love and laughter and hope fulfilled.
this tide builds within me
an overwhelming knowledge and trust
that all the time I have waited has come to this
that we have all the time we need
that the gods have given us this
as a reward for all that we have chosen
and all the time we have spent in choosing our own happiness
will grow beyond our wildest dreams
and that we will share all the time that we have left,
all the time in all the worlds.
because I know one thing
when two such as us choose to fight fo
gothe worldgo18 hours ago in Free Verse
it does not
or forward motion
with the realities
the world does not
you must not
AsphyxiateI'm burning in the fire,Asphyxiate18 hours ago in Free Verse
Coughing from the smoke,
The agony grips me,
On my own tears, I choke.
Her fingers wrap around my throat,
I gasp for air,
I look into her alluring eyes,
Her silken hair.
I feel my windpipe collapse,
My vision starts to blur,
I never thought this would be how I died,
Murdered by her.
I manage to say "I'm sorry,"
As tears run down my face,
This whole thing was destined to come crashing down,
It was always a wild goose chase.
I never stood a chance,
The odds stacked against me,
And now I'm lost in my own mistakes,
I can't see.
I close my eyes,
Coughing as my life says goodbye,
I can do nothing but cry,
My own foolishness forced me to die.
Sign of TimesSign Of TimesSign of Times8 hours ago in Free Verse
Twisted in the vines, of egotistical minds..
Over shadowed by the elation, of anti-pragmatic superiority..
Lay, the infection of neglecting, respect, and humanity...
Martin Lee Teel
Cycle of lifeWe spend our whole lives writing stories in the sandCycle of life9 hours ago in Free Verse
Until the tides of time sweep it clean
Drag our memoirs back
To be lost in the vast ocean of history
Leaving a blank sheet
For someone else to write about their misery
The cycle of life on repeat
Less than GratefulIf I say 'thank you'Less than Grateful13 hours ago in Free Verse
To two separate people
In the same exact manner
Does it lessen the gratitude?
Should the second person feel as though
I've given them a cheap carbon copy
I'm sure of the answer in my head
But what of outside reality?
I believe that perhaps I think myself into awkward moments
Like this one
Far too often.
ElipsisI used to be quite a "word person". That was, until I lived through moments when they utterly failed me.Elipsis13 hours ago in Free Verse
Feb. 10, 2016 / 4:50 amtrip onFeb. 10, 2016 / 4:50 am7 hours ago in Free Verse
i want to see my feet behind my back.
This is lack of
I am stuck in the sand, in the waves,
"be brave today."
16. Red AlertNaturally, Red is a warning sign.16. Red Alert12 hours ago in Free Verse
Regardless of it’s beauty,
A rose will try to warn you of it’s thorns.
But it’s Bold, and Brash.
and it stops you long enough to capture one’s attention.
It commands your eyes, whether at the open, or the close;
You know exactly where to follow along.
Red lures you in.
Girlish in youth and innocence,
Subtle and cute in it’s lightest forms;
At its darkest, A marker of a certain ending,
The last color death knows before the familiar black sets back in.
Maybe we ought to measure this in shades of red,
I may be a background color,
But everything about you screams center stage.
I’m cautious to a dullness,
Thorns less sharp have cut me deeply before.
But the energy of red,
Fills the void of questions without proper answers,
And while I’m busy crossing Ts and dotting Is
I hear it whisper quietly, Why?
For just a moment’s notice, I’m alive.
You’re as red as Eve’s apple pie,
I swear I k
MalignancyYou have no eyes.Malignancy13 hours ago in Free Verse
a soulless freak
twisted nature - devillish fury
which, shutter shut
and capture the world in
some malformed view.
You have no soul.
an eroded mask which
with deception of thought
with slithery infection
poisons the heart of others.
a slow torture: set apart from the
clean crack delivered by sane madmen.
No. such a mercy
will not be delivered.
a façade of light (you cover yourself)-
tools to inject a squirming doubt
start the torture.
and when they look around,
blinds are removed to reveal
a pitch black wall of assurance
now translucent trickery scrawled across the mind
Crocodile Tearsyou told me open wide—Crocodile Tears14 hours ago in Free Verse
teeth, tongue, blood seeps
leaks, at last, between
the place where my legs meet
you weep for me still:
eyes dewy with remorse,
whet for the hunt
grow, growing, growthit's beautiful to witness dispassiongrow, growing, growth1 day ago in Free Verse
when the dreams
silently away from the body like a secret.
it's as if the moment meant to give my life surrender
guises as an average day with me
washing the dishes
sipping on coffee
ready for small reflections
how did it ended up like this?
'i'm not the kindred spirit
i once was. but no matter.
i'm late by 30 minutes
& life's moving without
ten years ago, i dreamed of writing short stories Time might consider having.
now i'm just running our of time and stories altogether.
worrying about how i'll make it
now considers small, grave details like
listen to me babble
like my 14-year-old self.
no wonder peter pan
never wanted to grow up.
it was never the matter
of never having fun
it was overthinking
about what was ahead
if i was gonna have fun
following my heart
& wake up with an empty
is a fear any parent
never wants for a child
but mine is when i take
Going At ItIt had been an average, miserableGoing At It3 hours ago in Free Verse
walk home. I indifferently thrusted
myself along with my extraneous
bags and cases through the clumsy
set of doors and gates. Into the kitchen
I finally went, and my mother paused from
making her soup to proudly gesture
to a fragment of another world
that I could previously only imagine
now aloofly lying on the center of the
kitchen table. She was giddy to tell me,
and I was astonished to know,
that she had gotten me an
My celebration was correct:
I plugged that beauty in straightaway,
sat with it on the blanket laden couch,
like lead-off lounging with a long-lost lover.
Yes, two sadomasochistic lovers,
an asymmetric symbiote moaning
half in anguish, half in carnal pleasure
as I, the male dominatrix, belted out a
sloppy BDSM soundtrack. Uncontrolled
chaos and cacophony crackled, came
out of that amplifier like blind bats
out of a deep, dark crater. And all the