Forget Me NotDon't forget me.Forget Me Not5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I may not have done anything extraordinary or spectacular.
I may not have cured cancer or flown to the moon.
I may not have played in the big leagues or risen to the top of the corporate world.
I may not have even been anyone's mother or father, brother or sister.
But I existed.
I was a name among billions, a face in the crowd.
You may not have noticed me as you walked past me in the street, but I was there; silently watching you as you comfortably ignored everyone around you.
I was the one who did the things that you never thought of, the things you didn't dream of for horror that you may need to complete them yourself.
I was the one who quietly listened to your murmurings of dissent against the world and wordlessly sympathised with you for the tomorrow you so longed for.
I was the one who heard you dream big and silently encouraged you to follow that dream; fearing that any word coming from me would be seen as scandalous.
I was invisible to you but I was there for yo
SmileI wish that I could change the pastSmile2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So that I could have made the old me last.
So that I could make you smile everyday
And make you happy in every way.
My mistakes are the reason that you now need more
Because I changed, and am no longer the one you adore.
I feel such guilt for the mistakes that I've made
And for the suffering I still cause you when I give in to the blade.
There are so many cruelties that I must answer for
And what you once felt, I can never restore.
Life as it once was will never be the same
Too many wounds I have given you, and my soul is stained with shame.
All that I can do now is find the strength to set you free
It's all that I can give to you at this point, a life without me.
I don't want to be the chain that's dragging you down
And I don't want your fear of my death to be all that keeps you around.
I will run so far away and forever stay out of your sight
I'll scream and cry and let madness take hold of me, but make it through each night.
I'll suffer every seco
I Exhale SunlightIt's dawn,I Exhale Sunlight5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the moon and the sun passively share the same sky,
a calm spread between them, after their fight for centre stage.
Fog licks at my cheekbones,
searching for perfection beneath my flawed skin,
and hidden birds call to the indifferent stars, as they sink into the pool of early light.
and concrete coated in dew by condenstion's tongue.
like cloud kin pinned to flowers, to be spread across the Earth,
are being scattered on moth's whispering wings.
Streetlamps flicker their goodbyes,
humanity's last secrets hissed to one and other, before their flames are blown out.
Jetstreams drag sleepy fingers across the sky,
gentle wrist bones and graceful knuckles painting a vivid salmon across mauve.
A puff of white fur pounces on my shoelaces,
that weave and dance with every step.
She seems to be painted with the same shades of the thumbnail moon above our heads.
we're the same.
And I gather her into my arms.
Serenity flows between my bones, and ti
Life Hides Lovethe whisper below your wordsLife Hides Love4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
is your soul telling me
that you're starving it
that the end of infinity
can't come quickly enough
and i whisper back, my dear,
that life hides love deeply
in the most painful of places
that love finds its way
through the maze
not by looking for light
or dark, but by
balancing and building
both into something
tall and climbable, yet
low and comfortable
so when curious eyes rise
peer over the walls
and realize the labyrinth
stretches into forever,
there's something soft
between you and the ground
to catch you
when you let go
love is bigger, sharper
softer than what any selves
can want or need
it's our all-scention
through, above and below walls
without ever leaving them, it's
our becoming a station
of peace along the way
flyover state, flyover heartthere's almost nothingflyover state, flyover heart7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
left of august, or me -
just fat, humid yawns that
cling to the asphalt and
vinyl sidings of houses
prettier than any autumn day.
chlorined kids rise from the
tanned wake of public pools,
clothed in school uniforms,
counting the new freckles
they've earned like war badges.
the nights i can lay in my
underwear beneath spider web
blankets while my wheezy fan
oscillates and whispers dusty
stories are numbered.
but i'll hold the moon
as it crests over summer's
dying vigil, my arms high
around it's wondrous girth.
i'll ride the heat into the
ashes of three months spent
dreaming in fevered euphoria.
i'll lead the impassioned
thousands down margins tucked
into a waning, wailing cry.
and i won't rest, even after
august is buried between blue
lined composition pages in a
coffin of lead - a memory with no
scent becoming one without a heartbeat.
The Tree That BurnsThe Tree That Burns (1991)The Tree That Burns5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tree of earth and barren sod,
Scarred, charred hard by livid god--
Lightning clawed from gnawed, mawed skies;
Good wood withstood ire-fired eyes.
What prim, trim trees will you sire?
Damned root and branch blanch the pyre!
In pith and flame, your venom churns:
What fate awaits the Tree that burns?
Man of Earth and scorched sod,
Homeless, alone with none but God--
Wet dry lips with flask of Reason;
Warm cool thoughts in hapless season.
What gut gutted, brags and squirms?
Stoked bole, once split--gags woodworms!
Vain, vexed visions foiled, coil and roil:
What weed's seeds grow in dead, red soil?
True wisdom stems from rotted things:
Trees reborn, shadow wisest kings.
OrchestraFour a.m is uneasy -Orchestra6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
time purloined and left
hanging on the bed posts.
You said I crowd your sleep,
feet and hands slipping cotton,
pulling dreams in paper streams
like the nest of wasps
growing restless in the tree.
Your legs make room for me,
for the sound of weather
happening on the roof,
and warm the space above us,
setting fire to the drapes again.
Just let me feel your clavicle
press under my hips
where daylight squeezes in
and hinges us.
So we both can waken slowly,
you know, like kids in summer
who long for everything to never end
and the sky to be an orchestra
What Forever IsTicks and tocksWhat Forever Is4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drip from the frozen clock,
whispering four in the morning to the swaying floor.
My breath tastes like stars,
masked by greedy clouds,
and painted in an suffocating autumn breeze.
My fingers play muffled chords,
between neighbor's snores,
to an invisible audience, hidden in the creaks of the house.
The air smells of pencil shavings,
and stuffed animal tears,
and relaxation coats my bare limbs, on each icy breath of wind.
"I've figured it out,"
I whisper to myself in the dark,
mind painted in serene shades of green,
as my eyelids flutter like drowning paperdolls.
Your name falls from my lips when I close my eyes,
to no one but my bedroom walls,
and bedraggled zebras painted in eyeliner.
You tuck me in,
feet pulled from under the covers,
and plant a kiss on the hollow of my neck,
bare bodies nestled as one.
Your strong arms pull me from jarring nightmares.
You tuck my toes between your legs when they're cold.
It's you that sp
In Fate's ArmsI wish I had the right amount of words,In Fate's Arms5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the proper adjectives, or nouns,
to weave sweet paragraphs
of how much I love you.
I wish I was a true poet,
or a stunning artist.
So I could maybe one day,
show you how much you mean to me.
Through a heart shattering ode,
or the perfect painting of your angelic face.
I bet there's a keeper,
of all the love in the world.
Maybe he knows,
the proper way to tell you.
Maybe he'll flip through his book,
find our names intertwined by ink.
Maybe he'll look up at me,
with a smile on his ancient lips,
one that says, "This is real love.
Don't let it slip away."
And finally, I'll be able
to put into words,
how you make me feel.
How much I adore you.
That you mean the world to me.
The entire Earth.
The moon, and Pluto, too.
That you make me want to cry,
because it hurts so much
that I can't have you.
And you make me want to make love with you,
make me want you so bad.
All in the same moment.
That my heart,
UtopiaThe spiders spin silver silk nets,Utopia5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to collect the dawn's tears of joy.
And I walk along emerald grasses and sunbeams.
My fingers trail through oceans of dew,
collected in the leaves' cupped hands.
And my toes explore overgrown forests.
The sun pries apart the leafy canopy
with eager fingers,
peering down on us inquisitively,
I smile up at it blissfully,
"The Sun's come to say good morning, my darling." I whisper,
and my hand caresses my bare stomach.
A hidden orchestra of colourful birds
sing us a song,
muffled by the audience of leaves.
It's almost lullaby-esque,
the sun warming my skin,
the music drifting between the trees,
and I lower us to the ground.
Mossy fingers reach up to welcome us,
a bed from the Earth cushioning my body.
The dew cools my sun-kissed cheeks,
and worn toes,
as I let my eyes flutter closed.
The sun beats down on them, still,
painting bright masterpieces on my eyelids,
and my hands cup themselves around my belly once more,
"The Sun shines for you,
asymptomaticinability to stop self hatred,asymptomatic5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
migraine for almost two days straight.
no phone call back from my psychiatrist.
I am sweating.
it takes one typed letter for
your blog to pop up in my search history;
I'm not sure if you can call this poetry either,
though I can call the shots on what I feel.
(whether it is a burn or not - five hundred
miles does not mean that my heart doesn't ache so hard;
my body is quivering. I want to vomit.)
there are hickeys up and down my left wrist;
though they are not from kisses but the lips of
my nailbeds as I ran them over and over my skin.
this weekend I will have to explain to my boyfriend
why I don't use my pencil sharpener on art anymore,
but instead on my thighs - I will use the phrase
"a moment of weakness."
but you are not a moment, nor a fault -
you are caesar's downfall, though the whole
world will die knowing that it was his own blood
on his hands.
A wise man saidI went down to the boulevardA wise man said4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and watched the sun set all alone
I thought I heard my favourite music play
when it was really just rock 'n roll.
And so I turned my back to the morning sun
asked for the first strong drink to come
and as the barman said 'No' I thought I had misheard
but then I saw you through the open door.
A wise man said:
"What you get is never ever what you're looking for
and what you want is rarely ever what you need"
But what I want – it's pretty clear to me
I want you; won't you come with me?
I know the past has got its ghosts and bloody skeletons
I know the future's never ours to see
But in the end I'm just a really foolish simpleton
the only thing that I can lose is me.
~Clarinet Solo. Hell yeah.~
Of course I see that there's a difference
you've got a name and life prepared
you've got it all lined out in your little book
and I'm the one who's getting scared.
So if you feel secure then don't look back
don't save me any of your smiles
but if you're looking for
NightmareYour mind is restless.Nightmare5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
As you toss and turn throughout the night,
Your body completely breathless.
Try to you escape as you might.
* I *
The world twists and turns,
As a being comes out of the fire.
There is a demon inside you learn,
You know that a soul is what he desires.
* Got *
He comes to you an whispers in your ear,
You let out a screech of terror,
His demonic voice is what you hear,
It is too much for you to endeavor.
* You *
The demon's cold fingers come out and reach,
"Your soul is mine to reap,"
You've now become incapable of speech.
"Forever for me to hold and to keep."
* Now *
I'm too poor to feel so middle class.My teeth still ache from the dentist,I'm too poor to feel so middle class.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but it doesn’t stop me from nibbling
the cheese danish I bought at Kroger
this morning, warmed by thirty
seconds in the microwave. My mug
of hot chocolate is too big, and I
drink it all. The washer is on its last
cycle; the cat is purring at my feet.
Netflix is background noise
to clacking keys, typing a transcript
of middle class morning that I’ll later
call a poem or a turning point,
wondering when I became such an adult.
CalibanCaliban5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say this place
is the brothel
of my thoughts -
dirty gods and vacant wombs,
left at the top of these stairs,
but forgotten when the world skips a beat
and light crawls its way
to the bottom.
I watch what moves
from the window -
that brave new world -
and know I am piecemeal,
unmade and too rough to the touch,
my kiss an unborn thing.
I sucked from my mother's teat
sour as summer nettles
to be my wormwood,
bereft of fine manners
or a back to hang them on.
But all is not as it seems.
I only play the monster
when the crowd demands blood,
for my back breaks
like any other man,
my visage worthy of grace;
and I can feel my thoughts soar
the deft sparks of spring
longing to be uncaged
when beauty comes unbidden
and my sullen hide
shall turn like the worms in June
into something glorious.
Lovelove is when the butterfliesLove5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in your stomach brush the
dust off their wings and learn
to fly again
I Wrote This For YouI Wrote This For You5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I Wrote This For You, It's Sweet, Loving, and Caring... Just Like You
I'm the reflection in your eyes
The warmth on your lips
and the flutter in your heart
I'm the air you breath
The light you see
and the voice you crave
A passionate kiss
and a breath taking touch
Gives your body such a rush
Hand in hand
Heart to heart
We shouldn't be apart
Can you see me
Can you hear me
Better yet, can you feel me
Will you be my lasting moment
Not another painful memory
You're the greatest feeling
Setup in the perfect moment
You bring it soft and slow
This is what we want
It's what we need
Just you and me
True love we'll help each other see
Our hearts we're stealing
We're something we'll never regret
TemporizingHome is waitingTemporizing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As a dream
Which named the wrong
The world posses
The Out -
As the noise
Come up like "yes"
Around the forest.
When halos playing
And scare the hands -
That used for ocean -
By haze and fire.
a youth without flowerswake up, dress in your sunday best - that white church dress with the ribbon collar wound tight like a noose around your neck. don't wince when mamma pulls your hair back into twin tails, even though your scalp feels like it'll split open.a youth without flowers6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
get in the back seat. wonder why your uncle is driving the family car down wheezy roads, but only wonder silently. from the back seat you see his fat old stomach wobble as the ford jostles down a gravel road toward church. apologize to mamma when your head smacks into the window - it's your fault, anyway.
smile like your daddy is the preacher, but don't seem too happy. mamma told you that today is a sad day. this thought rattles around in your tiny head; it doesn't make sense. how can the sky be as blue as a bird's belly on a sad day? there aren't many clouds in the sky.
don't fuss when mamma pulls you away from the kids playing ball underneath the big oak tree. she's only doing that to help you - you wouldn't want those pretty black shoes to get scu
All You GotI am not your cureAll You Got5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can not help you
Find a way on your own
Reconcile with your dark past
Try it on your own.
Don't hold back
If there's anybody out there
Don't hold back
If there's a crowd out there
Don't hold back
If there's nobody out there
Don't hold back.
If it makes you feel
Feel like your alive
Give it all you've got.
If there's somebody out there feeling something
Don't hold back.
I know you hate to dwell on these things
I know you suffered
I know it's cold and and we see only the mask
But I won't you to know
That we know the beauty's not just a mask
Full of indifference
And lacking all emotion.
We know there's motive to what you do
Courage to you actions
Peace when your still
We know you feel something
But you don't know we feel it back