OutlierYou know that feeling whenOutlier19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
everything sinks in
everything things just fits together?
Savor that moment
because there aren’t many moments
when you look to your right and left
and just know you’re home.
There aren’t many moments
when you can feel comfortable in your own skin
because you don’t have to hide.
There aren’t many moments when
you’re far away, but
Savor these moments
and remember that you’ve never truly
been an outlier.
DifferentlyHe not she,Differently21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
She not he,
Him not her,
Her not him.
Why do we treat
LGB and T people
Opulent interoceptionThrough the doors of perceptionOpulent interoception9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
into opulent interoception,
a lavishly rich inner connection
to a universal signal intercepted
and reflected as a laser-like beam.
Everything seen; all things unseen
gleaned and experienced as a Möbius strip
of unbroken consciousness.
Unconsciously born in the doorway of higher thought,
what seekers sought,
and creatives caught in brush strokes and music notes
that buyers bought --
desperate for the mind sublime,
the richest treasures a human may find
through the doors of perception
into opulent interoception.
The Things We BuryMy metamorphosis is onlyThe Things We Bury6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
possible through locked doors
and barred windows.
And my greatest fears
they come to bear
in the shape of keys
and these memories in fresh air.
There are thousands
Just waiting out there.
Little songs that release
what I've worked so hard to ensnare.
I can hear it now.
The tumblers click and release.
Like air raid sirens,
their art's the mark of the beast.
I keep weary,
a fever dream away
from the precipice.
It divides me from the times
when I used hate to divine,
all knowledge and some
semblance of order to my life.
Age comes to me in the shape of relief.
The future, this pretty little liar
carved me so long in the teeth
like a saber tooth tiger.
But I'm not yet complete!
I just fight even harder,
I just try to forget.
Of every lost night where my conscience,
beaded with sweat,
was caught red handed
with lipstick stains on its neck
from the faith that that night
had all but demanded!
Now I don't see the future
with its cosmetic knife,
written in blood stains,
what you mean...I don't think you seewhat you mean...10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
exactly what you mean to me.
I see your pretty stare
and know you must really care.
there is just no disguise
for what I see in your eyes.
then there's your smile
it must be at least a mile.
it always cheers me so.
that I never want to go...
...away from you
DiprosopusA nightDiprosopus15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
At least twice as bright as usual
Where shadows are cast
On the far side of trees
That simply can’t see
The hissing of the lack of a breeze
Crystalline textures lace the ground
No rational fear extrudes
Where the content in contempt is found
Gathered in the corners
Lost memories disguise
Carnage of the night
On the ground in waiting
Safety and comfort
Stains on your hands
Fresh from the fight
Eerie calm in the rushing ether
Stagnant, dread of static
Apparitions hastening into
The rushing clouds above
It’s alarmingly fine in the picturesque weather
Superfluously clear I have to wonder
Is it that that exists or me?
One move to break the illusionLike an opium dream,ever shaking.One move to break the illusion9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Constant,as memories that can't be undone.
You, my living contradiction,making
The line betwixt heaven & hell
Thin like my shallow minded fun.
You die,gaining life greener than the leaf
You pluck and preserve to keep Alive.
Your grip kills and pleases,as sweet as grief.
Love like yours breaks and makes mercury.
I lay myself and fly,the Phoenixes in water thrive.
Shadow StepsShadow Steps10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I work at a theater.
At this theater, there’s a racing game.
And whenever it’s not being played, it runs on a loop
of shots from the game,
and highscore tables.
The word “HIGHSCORE” pops on and off all day.
If you look closely however,
You’ll see that the word has seemingly
burned into the screen
even when the highscore table isn’t there.
Like a shadow.
All that word had to do was stay there long enough
and now, even when it’s not there, it’s still there.
I’ve worked at the theater for over two years now,
and I may have just ended the job.
I wonder if my shadow will still be there.
Where will my shadow stay?
What will it do?
I think that it will pace back and forth
between the counter and the wall of the lobby,
Moving as not to let its feet hurt,
Tracing over its footsteps,
and doomed to retrace them,
not as a haunting,
but as a simple memory.
Plastic LeafEvery day I die a little. My heart grows colder, because I know that I don't belong. I can't fit in, or get it right, and so I will spend my days hurting those around me, or annoying them. I have no place in this life, but I flit among them, like a plastic leaf in a forest: not alive, but not able to die, a pale imitation. For that is all I am, a charlatan, a thespian, a pale imitation of the people I share this cursed plane with. I see the wonders in this world, and remember that I can have no part in them. Art, food, and flesh bring me no pleasure, for they are made for another's table, and I am an unwelcome guest. I give nothing to them, for everything I am is alien, anathema, and useless to others. I am an outsider, cursed to beat the image and expectations of that which I love and so poorly imitate. I want only to learn, love, and aid, but I cannot, for I am a plastic leaf in a forest, a stranger in a foreign land, and I speak not the language, nor uphold its traditions. In ways,Plastic Leaf10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
AnathemaWe were mutually assured destructionAnathema11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and pulling the trigger anyways.
You are mass graves marked by scars
in the earth and cities emptied, you are
waiting on a line that has been cut
a thousand miles away, you are collateral
and you are damage.
I am an abandoned minefield, I am
radioactive waste, I am wasting
away; with each passing half-life
there is less and less of anything
I can call my own.
CacophonyI wrote you a cacophonyCacophony12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a symphony.
I wanted you to play
Faster faster all day.
I want you to cry
until your fingers bled why
Your chello stirngs are afire
I see you drip and perspire.
I make you play a violent accompaniment
As a black-blue brutal punishment
I do not let you stop, no you cannot go
Your chello strings start to glow
I see you stand there and struggle
I will pop your fingers like a bubble.
Shortly you start to slow down
Your blood starts to turn brown
Play play on, do not give up
You are slowly drinking from your death cup
I see your eyes starting to roll back
I see your legs violently crack
I laugh, it's oh so funny
Snot rolls down, your nose is runny
I see your losing your breath
Looks like your moving towards death
I smack you play oh great one play
Under my breath I pray
I want to stop this but I won't
I only wanted to kiss you, but you don't.
Suddenly your strings start to break
Not long now, your life I will take.
I grab a thick C string
Too Many FearsSitting on the same stoolToo Many Fears3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
dining on the same gruel
spouting like a lame fool.
I need a new topic.
an epic biopic -something microscopic
and on topic.
Something that reads well
and leads hell-born demons
into a smaller cage...
no rage is needed or heeded...
There's no lying that trying
takes some effort
to free the log jam
to breed the hog's ham
a steed's pace
instead of a snail's race.
There's more in here
without the stale beer
without the pale fear
without you... not near.
I want you to help steer
this careening boat
that floats and totes you along
like a forgotten song.
Maybe if I remember
to lend her an ear and listen
to the glistening notes,
sailing daily into my distracted, protracted ears.
Too many fears.
ManThe man with a broken heart,Man7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Does not love himself.
How could he?
Where lies his worth?
He is naught but a broken body,
Full of scars and imperfections.
His mind a ruined battleground,
Between reason and insanity,
Justice and reality.
No, he does not love himself.
What is there to love?
His is a life defined by failure and obscurity,
Fated to fulfill a lamentable truth.
He is not loved.
Who could love him?
Why should they?
Since time's beginning,
This same truth has echoed within him,
Resounded relentlessly by all life.
And he falls to his knees, pleading,
“What you ask is too much.
The man with a broken heart,
Cannot love himself,
Because he is not loved.”
JUNCTION 23pedestrian crossingJUNCTION 2310 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and stepping on
cracks to wish
the mother good
down the street
behind stop signs vandal, some
dried gum romance, a dead
cat or maybe
a rat— sidewalks
toward home stretch
like the traffic
go slow, go
slow and idle
Black SheepYou love me for what I am,Black Sheep12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I am different and unique.
You don’t mind that I might not always fit in,
But others do.
I am ostracized because I am not the same.
Everything I say or do seems to be wrong
And that makes me an outcast.
But it’s ok because you are too,
And that is why I love you.
SillyA phantom.Silly13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
My vision blurs
As I reach out
To touch his cheek
I want to kiss him
And tell him I love him
But my hand drops through nothing,
Grasping at wispy tendrils,
Where he used to be
I lean against his shoulder.
Unbeknownst to me,
He's not really there.
I'm imagining it.
How am I sitting up?
Or am I sitting up at all?
Where is my body?
What is reality, really?
Just a string of events
You call your own
Who's events are they?
They casually intertwine
With the people around you,
Possibly affecting them
So who's to say
Who's events these current ones are?
Are they not shared,
In some way
Think about it.
Everyone in the world is connected
So is everything
We're all one,
Made of the same stuff
In the end.
We're all made of the stardust
That the very Earth was born of.
Thinking we're so much better
When in reality,
Everything is equal,
In the end.
WithoutWith These words I do not pleaseWithout8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hope you find death
And I hope you find it to be as painful
As I have found death to have been
It was not for beauty
Nor was it for sin
I hope that desire finds your foolish heart
Awash in acts of kindness
Awash in dreams
Awash in dreams
I hope that darkness erases your fear
As this sunlight erases mine
As further this light is to day
As further this day into night
And down and down this spiral
It is not for beauty
Nor is it for sin
My singular cries
My singular cries
The movements in calm
The disparate paralysis
Your mindless destruction
My life my skin
Not for beauty
Not for sin
Dull Stare Are you stuck in smoke?Dull Stare14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe you're having a stroke..
You could use a poke.
Such a misguided bloke
Something about you seems ambivalent.
Well, now you're letting out a different scent.
Just make sure to be late. No point in doing it otherwise.
And push. Push like you've never pushed before.
FascinationFascinationFascination15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
You fascinate me
What you know
The whole of you
My heart isn't sure what to feel
'cause you make me shy
You strike something unfamiliar in me
I want to make a move
but I don't dare
Because I feel I don't know you well enough
I wear myself on the outside
you can easily pick up on some of my interests
and my story
I like you
I can't deny that
but with a newly healed heart
with scars from my past
how can I be sure about the rest?
I want to ask
I want to know
To sort out everything
Figure out what I feel
Love or friendship
My mind isn't made up
But I hope it will
Puppet dreamsMade of wooden sticks and cotton cloth,Puppet dreams16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
sitting on a shelf with books,
keeping them in their position,
wood and cotton creature starts to dream,
mistakes its cloudy dreams for life.
Wooden sticks and cotton thing starts to read,
takes dots, commas and letters for real feelings.
Little puppet made of wood and cotton starts to cry,
wants to feel, sense, taste, touch, find and love:
feel the world, sense itself, taste the wine,
touch the sky, find a love, love the we.
Little dreaming puppet takes a book,
takes a grand and dignified thesaurus;
full with words of hope and great emotions.
Little puppet takes a pair of scissors,
cuts out all the words of love and hate,
of joy and grief, of glow and desperation.
Little puppet made of wooden sticks and cotton cloth
puts all snippets in its pocket,
finds a scrapbook on the shelf.
Little dreaming puppet creature
sticks all word snippets into the scrapbook;
it’s now a thesaurus of good things and emotions.
Little puppet is so proud and beami
2015 8 29 1845Do I have to tell you?2015 8 29 184515 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
You should know it from the sins I've forgiven,
the laughter I've kissed,
the arguments I've hated.
You should know it
from the sand between your toes
and my tongue between your lips
I know what your teeth feel like,
and there's only one other person who can say that.
And he's a bitch.
OpinionsOpinions are like brains,Opinions18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
everyone has them.
The difference between brains and assholes?
Only one is used all the time.
UnendlichkeitIch, der ich klein und jung,Unendlichkeit15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ich gebe zu, ich erinnere mich,
Ich sehe dich in tausend Bildern
Ich danke Gott und freue mich.
Ich ging im Walde so für mich hin,
Ich irrte hin und her,
Ich möchte hingehn wie das Abendrot,
Ich seh den Mond des Februar.
Ich bin einer der Versunkenen
Ich, der brennende Wüstenwind,
Ich hörte ein Bächlein rauschen,
Ich darf wohl von den Sternen singen.
Ich schlafe zwar ihr werten Brüder
Ich lehne am geschlossenen Lid der Nacht,
Ich sah des Sommers letzte Rosen stehen,
Ich wandre durch die stille Nacht.
Ich kann den Blick nicht von euch wenden
Ich bin wie du, ein armer Knecht,
Ich stehe auf des Berges Spitze,
Ich denke dein im tiefsten Bergverlies.
Ich fühle Luft von anderen Planeten,
Ich kann die Wolke nicht mehr sehn,
Ich gebe zu, ich finde keinen Rat,
Ich grübe mir gerne in die Stille ein Grab.
Ich hatte dich lieb mein Töchterlein,
Ich habe dich Gerte getauft,
Ich sehe dich in einer Kerze Licht,
Ich blies die Ker
home isn't a bed and blankettake me home to the waveshome isn't a bed and blanket21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the water is loud and smiles surround
the life of you
carried away is what they say
but they don't feel the currents the way i do
i wanna be my own
that's what the beach does to you
it makes you home