ChameleonHide, no,Chameleon4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
step, not quite, perhaps.
Cascading tresses, folded dresses, pleats.
Extremes, go always to the greyer areas, please.
Fade always into the ebb, never going quite with the flow-
but you make good use of the current, you know.
Take on the shade, swim and wade, collapse
Sleight of hand, draw, dance, paint. Complaints
that you were never the best blender,
but you knew enough
and it was always just enough.
Jump at the sound, drive against the grain, rebound, but just enough so-
you know, they could never tell. They could never split
the gold and the righteous from the shit.
jump at the sound, fly and leap in faith to find
someone with a lighter kind of shade
that helps you blend.
You can pretend.
Play the enemy, the friend.
But hide, deep down inside,
because the reflection is skewed in shimmering hues
and folds of flesh, tigerseye tress.
Try harder to remember the flurry or embers against a tempered blade
fresh from water-pulled,
and you feel so very old from be
I Am: Assignment PieceI am the blank canvas.I Am: Assignment Piece4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I am the grass- the ever-growing heart
that would never die.
Imprint yourselves upon me,
Maliks, Kellys, Callaghans.
Leave your marks, your scars,
the indents upon an injured self.
All great warring clans,
all great fosters of militant brows
and broken homes.
I am the tallest of them all,
and though not the strongest,
I endure the longest, survive.
I have survived when you left me at their doorsteps,
when he beat me until my face was a bloody mess,
I survived and it enraged you all
because I would not die,
I would not die,
I would not fucking die.
I was the grass and the strongest,
bleeding from my hands and broken heart,
I created myself anew, like fire and lava.
I bled onto the canvas, the walls, all the little
sheaves of paper
and I thrived.
I was strong. I could take the blows, the taste of salt and iron.
I am the strength of Atlas,
for I know his pain.
I am the rising child who will break away.
I am the hope for myself, and the soothsayer for
CarnationChipped paint of the windowsill curves out in a stretchCarnation4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a yawning hide of summer wheat,
Little white chips shivering in the sound of cheers
and music, the breath of flags through the winds.
Music floats up through the opened portal,
lapping in tongues and shades of every sunrise
over my desk as I pore through volumes:
dead, aged vellum.
The bite of coming winter, clash of decanters
and kegs with brandy flowing quickly in a blush of elder faces
reflect the taste of clacking steel toes
of Clydesdales, the dancers- I see them still!-
marching up the street in a show of color.
All collides like the sea in a whispering taste across my brow.
And I shiver from crown to toe tip as the banners play a ditty,
echoing the crack of yellow, harlequined purples and red
flowing freer in the faces than the ice beneath my hands,
a snap of fading autumn through the window’s peeling youth.
Its opened ears and heart,
windowpane leaning outward to taste
staccato beats of merry men.
It beckons wit
String TheoryIs itString Theory4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
or could it
a tone, an ode.
Beautiful Or SkinnyWake up at 5:00AM. Take a shower first thing. Towel dry and then blow dry your hair. Eyeliner, mascara, foundation, and lipstick [in that order]. Pick out a short skirt with a frilly top to match. Put them on. Then choose your tallest high heels, grab your bag, and go to breakfast. You pick at your food and eventually manage half a toast and two bites of eggs. Mother worries about you on a daily basis, you know. She can hear the way you purge evry night right after dinner. She knows that you weigh yourself daily. She knows you purposely get off two stops head of our house so you can walk the rest of the way. Father worries as well. Yesterday he overheard you telling your friends that your size two is too big. You want to be even skinner than you already are. You stare at yourself in the mirror for hours. Twisting this way and that way, hoping that the disgusting person you see in the mirror will transform into a beautiful, skinny version of you. You have started to believe that beautifBeautiful Or Skinny4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
VialpandoThe mock-orange treeVialpando4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
looks pale as the flattened scar,
the heath upon which the heathen
The bough’s extent
graces the cropped and furrowed sky
of cloud and celestial smiles.
as the wail
clips pigeon wings overhead.
The winter breath a
silent re v
Top orange flame
a hanging amber drop
like the slaked mind
drunk on hyacinth
a jaw with whiskers, the honeysuckle.
A sweeter smell against curlequed
How to write non depressing poetryYou start with a simple thingHow to write non depressing poetry5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The city lights floating by you
like a thousand silvery dew drops
on a crisp, dusty night
as you drive alone
the only ant on the one way street;
yes, that'll do.
Think of another thing;
The pitter-patter flutter of birds
swimming and stringing their fresh feathers
into the cold azure.
You can think of all the skeletal trees
welcoming you to their strange, beloved underworld,
or even marvel in the simple beauty
of a man's well-worn hands
stumbling over filmy words with the extension of a pen.
You can relish the taste of beauty
and ravish in the dusky continuum of breathless
that die in an instant.
And you realize
these moments, obscure as they are,
appear clearly to your naked vision.
No aid of an artist's blind eye
or the soulless diction of a lover
will make these things beautiful.
These moments are yours alone.
one secondtickone second5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wonder how alive you feel,
though it's probably more than me.
i wonder if it hurts you
to breathe, as it does me.
i wonder what you are thinking,
though it must be so nice
to feel the way i imagine you do,
to feel so nice.
and as i stare at the moving clock,
the second hand running around in circles
i realize i imagined every other second,
that all these thought happened between one
that i think all of this
in one second
GentleFeeling a gentle grip on the heart.Gentle4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tuggings of strings
and other things
like sadness and strength
Singing to keep the shadows back,
and holding your head aloft.
Sometimes scares away soft
tidings of a ghost's wave
Scars within and scratches without
like a badger cutting
a rose's budding
reminds you of going back
to the start.
says the voice of the ghost,
Whose voice hurts the most.
And you take another breath
on shaking legs.
Walk as you feel a pain like a shot.
They claw and beg for you to stay
"Turn back", they cry, "but stray"
The rocks are nice places to think.
candywhenever you saycandy5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am pretty,
i feel like you are
because we are
and you don't want to hurt my feelings.
but i'd prefer
sugar coated truths.
Evil, in all PlacesI fell in love with your bone straining against skin postureEvil, in all Places5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And your tooth and nail, gripping for life mindset
You tapped me on the shoulder
Asked me to tea
I couldn't say no and couldn't say yes
You took out your heart shaped pocket watch
UntitledHonestly, when I think aboutUntitled6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love I don't dream about
Marriage and ever
Don't want to be
You do it in the dark
And fuck me till I cry
Mercy, till I
I always like the sad songs
Better, I like the kind of man
Who will call you at 2am but not
To whisper sweet
I want love
To tear down
My walls, my castles, my
I want love to
Viking FuneralI justViking Funeral4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
tried all we could and sung in highs and lows
over parallelepiped curfews and wildflowers
plucked up by the fistful,
we reveled in the sunlight with a wistful
strain of what could have been had man
never invented the wheel.
We took sunlight in our reddish hair,
our brownish hair and eyes ablaze with
scale upon skin and claws upon
where noodles laid before being devoured themselves
like a lizard engulfed in flame.
We took turns trying
to light you on fire,
and sung high strings of nervous laughter,
checking your mottled hide for shallow breathing
and the whim of a moment to fill the world
with pine needles and kindling,
filling a boat with blood and guts
and broken, skinny legs like flypaper scratching
and stiff as the day I was born without egg-tooth or name
and tamer than ever your tongue's embers were.
Wash the skin, turn the claw and shade the eyes of
black ink blots like raindrops, like tears
we could have shed had you been a li
.sometimes.5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
if when you smile,
you really wish
as i do.
you are fine.
when you say
you are okay,
you mean it
at least a little
Le MasqueI am the mask you see,Le Masque6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the mask you choose,
I am the mask that's yours.
I am the mask you wear,
I am the mask they see,
I am the mask you become.
I am the mask you chose,
I am the mask that stays,
I am the mask you became.
Oasis for the LostCome here to stand upon the bank of attempted suicides,Oasis for the Lost5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and watch the tides flow by and by.
Come with me to the halls of the sorrowful,
and behold the tears of a time forgotten;
of a day lost in time.
Come to the land of the neglected,
so that you may rest your weary head on its soft grasses.
Forget not of your troubles or of the world,
but follow me into this haven where time is stopped,
and peace will grant you transient rest.
My Kingdom will satisfy you and feed you 'til you are full.
But do not stay here forever, for here is but a momentary oasis
in the hot heat of your desert.
So go on and rest, let the calmness heal you.
But always remember the desert you left behind,
for you must go back to one day
so you can grow flowers of a new beginning.
My faultToo much painMy fault6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
My wife gone, my son’s dead
Every night I see it again
He was there
But I was not, I was gone
They were killed; it was my fault
Every night I go in his room.
Every night I watch it
I see it under the moon’s light
It’s so empty now
He is somewhere in another life.
I go to my bedroom and she’s gone
I’ve lost the woman I loved
It is all my fault.
Why wasn’t I there?
I could protect them but I was away
Now I deal with the guilt and pain
Sometimes I smell her perfume
Sometimes I hear him laugh
But it’s my mind
It’s all a trap
I want them living; I want them back
But they’re dead, and it’s my fault
Beautiful ViewBeautiful View7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Moon thought she was another rock floating through the dark,
Unable to create her light, she illuminated nothing.
The stars around her were gorgeous.
Each with their enchanting light, they made her feel so empty inside.
As she flew over a lake, she saw herself for the first time.
She had thought she was ugly, but that wasn't true.
She couldn't see the stars' dim light, simply her own beautiful view.
The FridgeThe still lather of a stormThe Fridge7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
After the rocks and sea
With a pounding in your pocket
That whispers sleepily
Drunk from a million poems
She bares her fitful dream
Yet floats into your garden
Upon a silent breeze
my grave is calling my nameyou know when you're falling asleepmy grave is calling my name7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
so quickly and suddenly
you are falling, crashing towards
the ground, arms flailing and then
i am experiencing this
over a long amount of time
i feel myself slowly falling
through the hallways,
past my lips and
my thoughts falling
through my head
everything is simply
and i'm afraid of the moment
departurethe planes waited for theirdeparture7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
departures as our relationship
that day mostly consisted
of holding our tears in
and trying to avoid discussing
what might happen if
we weren't able to handle it
when the distance once again existed.