.just try not to.3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
that memory, that one
wolf that calls
for the rest
of the pack;
you'll spend all
with them inside
.you pulled.6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the strings;
now i connect more
with the puppet than
i do the puppeteer
gossamer loveyou will love a womangossamer love3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
who uses the word
too often. she will
diagnose dead artists' descents
into madness and laugh
too loudly at jokes
no one understands.
she will braid crowns of
flowers, she will write poems
in constellations, she will
try to walk like a dancer so
no one can hear her
leave. she will be
an ice sculpture, and when
she cries, you'll convince yourself
she's melting, she loves you, you've
changed her, you've
changed; she will wear you
like a comma, like
an incomplete thought,
in her story, and
she will leave you wondering
they say his bark is worse than his bitethe lime green telephonethey say his bark is worse than his bite1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
demands to be answered,
its bell-biting voice
a wolf in sheep's clothing.
she picks up, yawning,
invisible to prying payphone eyes
in her blurred lipstick
and last night's dress.
"who's there?" she asks,
and the man just laughs
because he knows she's already
caught in his fishing net,
the poor discounted mermaid
flopping in the moonlight.
she can't remember the last time
her mother called, or the last time
she rode a bike.
one day her childhood got fed up
with her wicked ways and left
without a trace.
for some reason, she keeps looking for it,
the convict joyriding down a nostalgic road
closed off by orange cones.
the phone call lasts thirty seconds
at the most.
she bites her lip and stretches,
slips into stilettos by the bed.
her joints creak as she stands,
warning her, telling her
she's too old
to be breaking her own heart like this.
she pretends she doesn't hear,
purse noisy with quarters.
outside, a mosquito
hits the bug zapper
she shakes her h
Wish-come-trueBe careful what you want,Wish-come-true4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
For some wishes,
Death is eager to grant.
crooked kissesAn old man sits at a bus stop,crooked kisses4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
his ragged clothes soaked
through to his creaky bones.
He grips his beggars cup
tightly, but instead of coins it
overflows with rain water.
Passersby pass by without
giving a second glance, brief
cases clenched in swinging
hands, Bluetooth plugged into
their ears. A little girl dressed
in pink polka dots prances
to his side. Her mouth moves
quickly and his takes time to
form words. She giggles,
drops coins into his cup, and
gives him a kiss on the cheek.
He laughs a crooked grin.
CatatoniaShe scrawls life line tallies on her wrists in scarsCatatonia5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
to mark each year passed
and haunts bars looking for the love of strangers.
she finds malt whiskey and vermouth; strange mouths to kiss
she tips them back the way a lover might tip her chinny chin
She whispers slurs and looks into the abyss of gin.
He inhales death with the smoky kisses of cigarettes
injects life paraphrasing echoes of love with hypodermics to keep
the hypothermia of loneliness back
but it creeps and creeps
a slow paralysis
under the windowsill, rain falling bleak on the pane to drip
into her veins
soft dark over the threshold of the doorway to her soul
writing ink into her shadow, there -
melting behind the lidded stupor stare of dreamless minds
it stirs and wakes,
invisible monsters sleeping in her chest
they bare their teeth and bleed
pain naked in the light of morning
ugly and beautiful in the honesty of strangers unable to turn
from a car crash in the dusk.
walking in darkness
searching for touch.
Being Humanmy actions are finally lining up with my wordsBeing Human4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but the line i walk as i take the actions that will define me is very thin
walking along either side of an edge
to balance my life along those very edges can sometimes push me to the brink
but to the brink of what?
is it insanity?is it a full surrender to the process of change?
does it make me less of a man to tell you im afraid?
does it make me more of a man to pound you into dust until you fear me?
the question isint what makes me a man?
because the answer is im a human being,its just that simple
i feel pain,i feel love,i hurt,i feel joy,i feel everything
and that makes me perfectly human,no more or no less of a man
when i was brought into this world i was a baby
we should all consider ourselves children
they are the most human of us all
they love unconditionally,they express themselves without fear of judgement
because nobody has conditioned them to fear being that human
are we brave enough to have the courage of a child?
they will look
Cigarrete Smokesometimes you want toCigarrete Smoke5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
kill the world inside you,
but you can't
because you're too worried
because you can't see the consequences
because you don't like modifications
because you can't make up
well you're excused,
excused from giving a damn,
for the cigarette lighter
(I'm too tired to stomp out the ashes
and blow the smoke away).
To the one I forget to loveSunshine girl,To the one I forget to love4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
your feet are itchy for the miles
between your sighs
and hunger scratches
at your throat
but you have a smile
that swallows oceans
and your heart
into the Marinia Trench.
this heaviness in you
is a dandelion
coming home to rest
A Daughter Now BegottenIf reason could challenge the knowledge of infinity,A Daughter Now Begotten5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
the blindness of justice;
should we not call ourselves Gods...
And Gods are we not, for if justice were truly blind,
it would hold the same fate for rich and poor alike...
Under the celestial heaven that shines above,
the beggar's crying face and the rich man's arrogant gaze...
So of The Creation we are, living in throngs of solitudes....
Each solitude made torturous by the lust for more money,
yet eased by the kindness of strangers and the love of God...
Which power of change is made,
unto glory from a prisoner down trod,
to a man of faith, who helped a dying woman in need till loving eclipse.
A daughter now begotten, of starry eyes and golden sun ray locks...
Cherished by God and adored by both parents,
though mother soon to be with the Creator Almighty,
this daughter grows up knowing the brittleness of mortality...
...As her lips of red rose blossoms,
her heart aches as the mourning moon that hides behind the bosom of clouds...
The same messageI keep expecting one of these wavesThe same message4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
to gush pearls, one of these hours
to drop out of the sky
and speak to me.
I walk back and forth
over the unleavened bread of wet sand
as a stray dog leaving the shallows
shakes off water
in the same way a galaxy might
For the moment there is no pain,
just the tip of my tongue
pressing against my teeth
while the water,
in one of the oldest gestures on earth
skirts across the sand, etching
and erasing the same message:
martyr in the first degreei.martyr in the first degree2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
my weak frame
and dark surges
are not worth
and you should not
have been forced
to set foot
on this earth
who am i
to claim "father"
is not assured?
that this world
would spare me
of the evil
has been nursing
and leaves you
o, my son,
i will never
strangers' skeletonsI lost nails scratching at the coffin lidstrangers' skeletons1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
not trying to get out, trying to get back in
i dug past the clumps of black dirt
clawed at what had been thrown
over that last phantom
(i thought I’d forgotten)
sometimes we are nothing more
than skeletons in strangers' arms,
turning to dust just as they begin
to build us up; sometimes we are
the nightmare in the closets
they visit in their darker hours
this isn't about rebirth,
that's just a myth.
this is life after death
and it's what you're stuck with now.
(you're stuck with me)
it's an afterlife I thought I could live with
(still better than most, after all)
but you caught a glimpse of us in the light,
I saw our illusion reflected in you
I saw you hurl your color at it
as it faded.
we gave up (and kept going on the same),
tossing out old scraps of sanity as they age
I drape the thought of you
over my bones, to keep me warm
in the crisp night mist (where I hid)
where I and our fellow ghosts blend in
but ghosts and shadows hav
MadnessEvil,Madness3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
A mad light,
Dances in dull eyes,
Wrapped in glee,
Dead is he.
Let the insanity consume,
Let the madness free,
Hide no longer,
Let all see,
The madness inside.
A shadow cast long,
Darkness mutters gleefully,
Finally set free.
A mind already broken,
Bursts and spews,
Who dares face the blight?
Shudder and shake,
From madness’s true face,
Handsome is he,
One who lets death roam free.
question marks in mo[u]rningsuppose our skin is paperquestion marks in mo[u]rning1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
and organs ornate origami,
connected with tissues, toil,
and folded cranes?
would we perhaps cherish
our fragile, fleeting bodies
a bit more carefully?
makes me feel anciently young.
peering down into starry skies,
chattering birdsongs and ditties
i wish upon them, never change,
be brave; don't give up anything
you'd regret later.
hold them tighter, breaking
my little wishing stars
into sons of great bearing.
but then i look up,
and see suns setting
day-by-night by day.
where are you going?
whispers the black-veil sky.
i set fire to the clouds,
and horizons bleed orange
fading to ashen dusk.
my answer is given
at the turning point.
i am going
to the other side.
ah, that answer is typical.
will i see you
New AgeAct a part,New Age2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
As you hide inside,
Behind a mark,
That is society.
Pressure from peers,
No boat to blame,
Theirs to steer,
Or set aflame.
A hive mentality,
Blind leading blind,
We are of that kind.
There is no choice,
There is no paths,
There is no remorse,
There is no past.
Has become a stage,
We are blind,
I leave with this,
Not a word,
But a phrase.
Welcome to the new age.
The Fifth ElementSeek out the seaThe Fifth Element5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sight beyond the shore
One element and another three
Within to look you'll find one more
The Sickness Inside of MeI am sick, the doctors say to meThe Sickness Inside of Me3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a virus within my chest
That will threaten to take out my heart
If I only would stop lying to myself
Lying is an addiction now
I can not tell a truth
For if I do, I believe that my death will come
Quicker, more abrupt
It's better to slowly die by lying
Then to fall and die because of truth...
Does Anybody Really Care?Reality can isolate a person;Does Anybody Really Care?5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Elitist snobs overpowering honest
Men in society, it takes just a
Mere comment to tarnish reputation
Yet I wonder why this happens.
When the youth are downtrodden,
In need of some guidance, sadly
Nobody from our high government
Tends to reach out a helping hand.
Eyes witness the brutal truth, but
Really one important question plays on
Society's mind - does anyone care?