'tis the seasonanother december's defeated me'tis the season5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
one more winter
to the ghosts
who keep leaving me
choking on hope
'til I'm hoping
they'll leave me be
'round my bony tree
forced to flee
a certain we
surely she loves
but her I's
keep deceiving me
as snow melt
as they appear
when the numbers
have no meaning
about the year
It is hard to be softMom cutting Dad's hair in the kitchen. Feather voicesIt is hard to be soft7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because they are discussing matters heavier than water,
jarring scrapes when they move the chair.
Tufts of hair fall, touching the
curved blade of ear. It is sharper, as are our brains,
than you think, even as
the night velvets. It pads alongside my cat,
who sits behind the laundry room door and makes old saxophone sounds.
I slip inside to touch
the kitten scruf of his neck.
How difficult it is, to definitively love or hate,
when everything is so soft.
From where I sit there are no windows
and except for drooping eyelids I would not believe
in the moon. Or in the swift autumn nights
that come upon us like riders. And the hard
hands begin groping in my belly,
begging to be noticed. I do.
HaosRidică-te şi taci, taci precum o stâncă.Haos6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Arde nerăbdarea şi curmă picioare de frică.
Râzi cu glas tăcut , râzi, râzi în hohote!
Ascunde, omoară, taci, râzi, începe.
Ridică-te, înalţă-te ca un vârf de început.
Loveşte-ţi faţa şi plângi ca un copil.
Rupe durerea din tine şi uită ce eşti.
..uită ce eşti ..?
Mai bine iţi usuci obrazul înainte de furtună,
Ca să îl găsească curat, nevinovat de lacrimi.
Împinge-ţi urechile în cap, închide-ţi mintea.
Şi încă o dată:
Taci şi mă ascultă cum mă risipesc, cum fug,
Mă scurg printre degete apăsate şi pumni încleştati.
You'll Never DieHear me read it!You'll Never Die2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They say that if a writer falls in love with you then you never really die.
Instead your body is laid out in its funerial shrouds and moulds are made. Soft impressions of you to be pressed onto the blank faces of future loves.
Every time I write of taking comfort in a safe place in a storm, it will be your forearm. Every half-made smile will be on your lips, and every touch will be constructed from the residue beneath your fingernails.
When I metaphise of trees' blood, the leaves that give the energy so that a willow can provide shade for those in need, it will be your blood, it will be your light drenched kisses.
Every tear on every face will taste of the sweat that you put into keeping me happy. Every soaring song of love will be played through your windpipe, your trachea my instrument of choice.
For every time that a hero has the strength to walk on, I will use your feet. I will weld them to my own and walk a mile. Wal
I Call ShotgunI'm losing friends like I'm losing time,I Call Shotgun5 years ago in Other More Like This
But what is time without these friends?
And If I just cut off all these loose ends,
Will my body survive the fall?
I'm fighting with myself all over again
And these strangers, they aren't like before
So lock me away for the second time today
And let me grow out these sores.
I'll ignore you all until I'm sure I'm just fine
Because these late nights drain my bloodshot eyes
And did I ever mention my tired bones?
Turn off the light, I'm at my best when I'm alone
PerfectionHidden, as if a secret.Perfection6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our relationship was swiss.
No commitment, with a hint of insane love.
Each time we were together one thing lead to another,
we made love.
Love with no commitment. It was absolutely perfect.
An AnswerDarling, you asked meAn Answer6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why I worry that our love
Will grow stale and crumble...
We were once young and spontaneous
With passion that could warm a cynic's heart.
But now I sometimes feel displaced.
We are comfortable, yes,
But that does not mean we need to be complacent.
You tell me that stability does not equal boredom
But lack of evolution results in death.
I fall in love with you over and over again
And I like that feeling of being in love with you
As opposed to just loving you.
You admit we have become predictable
And it is because we know each other so well-
But can anyone really know anyone completely?
We have become so attuned that
I can guess just how your body will move
And you are okay with that because it is comfortable
And who needs surprises?
I know you're busy, but so am I
And I still spend more time than I should
Writing you silly verses like these-
You can't tease me about it though
Because there was a time when you did the same.
I miss that.
You swear that this is tempor
I Hope New York Does Not Sink-Open, theseI Hope New York Does Not Sink-5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
arms like elevator doors
aggravated too many times
by the pressing of a button.
The dark breaks in through my curtains
and I am looking at a stranger
the way I never do on the train. Each day
is sun and jeans and aching licking at heels, traveling
around the ankle, throat
much lighter than kneecap, eyes
wider than my stride.
The first thing I
learn from the city is why
my posters keep falling off the walls.
They are colorful and expressive, but
do not know how to cling
to that which sustains their brightness.
We are seven blocks off broadway
and the traffic is spot on. I am
five minutes ahead
of exhaustion, until I deposit
my breath onto my bedcovers and
sink my steps like ships into the carpet.
Bouyancy, you see
remains a theoretical state, until suddenly tested
by the weight of daring.
Let's Take TurnsWhen I was young, my brain promised itselfLet's Take Turns9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that it would never, willingly, go to sleep.
It would not "go quietly into that dark night".
You see, when eyes close the rest of the world
has a tendency to fall apart or run away.
I quickly grew tired of playing hide & seek
with everything I hoped would remain static.
These days, my eyelids have a mind of their own.
I slip away and wake up, every morning,
expecting this to be gone. (The nicest things
also have the capability to be the fastest.)
So, now I wait - caught in the grip of
memories and exhaustion.
It's hard to be nostalgic about a game I never
liked playing in the first place.
stroll billings never alonesix o' clockstroll billings never alone6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
came and went
as, hours apart,
the ever present stranger
'til you bring out
the best in me
with fallen leaves
life & death
puffs of breath
the silken stretch
scraping some city
while my footsteps
map & mark the spots
where I'm supposed to
be (with you)
exhaled air to fill
the hollows where
wrapped in mine
find me (please)
hope in heart
all held up
by a half-
now it's just dirt under my fingernails.Novak carried an umbrella with her everywhere for nine years. And when he asked her why, she told him, "Ever since my dad died, sometimes it feels like the sky is falling."now it's just dirt under my fingernails.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That was six months ago, and he still catches himself checking for cracks between the clouds when it rains.
He likes to remember her eyes. The left was blue and the right was brown, like two people in one, and faded, like old photographs.
But then he remembers that old photographs are the only things she exists in now, and his office will get so small that he needs to go outside to breathe.
He wanted to be gentle, even if he couldn't think of a way how. But things were already ruined between them, and he knew that long before he ever sat her down in his parlor.
"If you have to hate me, I want you to," he said. Her face was deadened by the weight of her pain. "As long as you feel anything for me, I want you to."
She shook her head. And she kept shaking it when he followed her, his bare feet
The Phone Doesn't Ring AnymoreThe phone doesn't ring anymoreThe Phone Doesn't Ring Anymore8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I guess this is how it gets
When you can't stop falling
Over head, over heels,
Rock bottom seems gone
This stand-still, mid-air
Not quite alive, not quite numb
We had no closure
We just left it hanging
After some time it hung itself
While we weren't watching
The "story not finished"
Had me going on too long
"Meant to be forever"
Was suddenly just wrong
We won an award
For crying out loud!
Holding hands on stage
Weren't you proud?
Weren't we perfect?
Or is it just me
Did I get something wrong?
Weren't we happy?
Sure the fights were real
And we said some things
First hurt, then anger,
Then regret, then friends
Was it ever the solution
To let love go?
Who were you convincing
With that simple "no"?
Now, I let you fly
Like I'm supposed to endure
Let you spread your wings
Let you soar
But what if you fly
To close to the sun
And you burn your wings
And you can't come home
But I know you aren't burnt
And I know you're doing fine
And the sleepless
I forgot to forget you.I forgot to forget you.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once you told me you didn't like the way I curl myself towards you
And that I shouldn't walk with my feet facing the other because it was childlike
I took the long way home that night thinking about what you said, staring at my feet
Forcing them to point forward. Every time they disobeyed I pinched myself till my thighs were anesthetized,
So now I cant feel my legs.
Ive always written the words youve said to me and posted them around my room,
I'd bite my lip, as the sun hit the L in useless,
Us-(e)-less. Imaging the way the words rolled off your tongue
That day I found you sitting on the edge of my bed reading your words,
The sunlight hit your nose as you stared at that L in useless.
Your top lip quivered as your bottom lip cringed
You pulled them down
I called you the next day,
You had the voice of last years cough
And your phone
Broken Signalsanother day gone by,Broken Signals5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
more memories made and then forgotten.
watching the pieces of you,
as they fall from my hands.
a journey to nowhere,
among raindrops and lightning.
the black sky conceals us,
the lights are fading,
cradle our hope,
we will not be abandoned.
our signals are broken,
like the life we once knew.
when they find us,
only our tears will remain.
the edge of madness,
the end of me.
a questionsince whena question6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
am I mad?
Tell the lady what she's wonSome would contend, it's not theTell the lady what she's won9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gaping chest wound that's killing me,
but my belief that it will get better
all by itself.
I bet you never tire of being right.
Tainting the shareGrey.Tainting the share6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the pavement,
hold that thought.
punctuating the skyline...
its colder now.
of trails once tamed
Chase up those
and, where we once ran,
like new york...i.like new york...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
score! (and seven years ago)
we're all artists
and aren't we all
I never could click my fingersI'mI never could click my fingers5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
semi-self inflicted scars,
a semi-permeable membrane
wrapped around me,
spewing semi-coherence to
the nearest passing eye.
A breadcrumb trail of
cigarette butts linking one
bar to another.
Sitting on broken stools
at one a.m.
mathmath9 years ago in Typographical More Like This
Geometry is really a lovely
form of music. These lines are:
all of the above
p a r a b o l a
is a particular favorite
surpassed in its delicious harmonies polyphonies
only by the almighty strains
UnbrokenTell me,Unbroken6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are my hands cold?
I feel old--
Not in years,
But in half dried tears.
My fears are gone with you.
I am resilient too.
I once was brilliant
The way diamonds sparkle in mud
But gems are just rocks
And only fools fall in love.
I thought the world was
Epitomized in your face-
How much of the universe is just empty space?
Everyone (I suppose) makes mistakes
And so we digress, supress and repress
Tarnished memories of youthful disgrace.
Yet how can I erase the lust of imagined glory?
Is there such a thing as an unwritten story?
We're all destined to cry
All fated to die.
Dear, do not lie-
You are a cynic, too.
You would sell your soul, wouldn't you?
Whose god is God,
Gentile or Jew?
Religion is a scapegoat to you.
You tried to teach me
About faith, hope and love.
But I only learned what heartache does.
So now I sleep
With eyes that do not weep
But burn in apprehension.
Dreams are merely a reflection,
An extension of revelries long dead
And my days are too few
hint 87every day,hint 875 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
go home and convince yourself
that you've never met a woman.
if it helps,
dig a hole in your yard
and fill it with your head.
if you do not have a yard
in which to dig,
from a family member
or sympathetic friend.
if you do not have a head
with which to fill your hole,
all the better for it.