Le TrainLe Train5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deux peaux enlacées qui s'étirent
Dans un cur à cur alangui,
Trésors dérobés d'une nuit
Sous la parenthèse d'un soupir,
Léger comme une soie sauvage
Dévoilant l'ambre d'un sillage.
Et dans l'aube qui se sépare,
Un train s'avance vers une gare...
© Deedrane 2010
Kiss From A RoseYesterday, I was walking down a crowded street until I found this girl standing on the corner with dark red hair. She told me her name was Rose and one day she wanted to be on Broadway. I told her I was a writer and had a dream of being published but my words weren't nearly pretty enough. They were nothing compared to her bright blue eyes that were striking enough to burn out all the stars in the sky. I had a tendency to fall short of breath but she knocked the wind out of me for an entirely different reason.Kiss From A Rose4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Later that week, we went on our first date to this small Italian restaurant where everyone had thick accents and we felt a little out of place. It didn't really matter at that point though because I was only trying to understand the strings of words she was projecting from her speaker box. I learned that she was adopted from an orphanage when she was 8 and graduated from high school when she was 16 where she finished at the top of her class. She went to a college for the performin
The StarsThe world keeps spinningThe Stars7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and people keep on moving.
The deceitful keep on winning
and the innocent are losing.
But the stars sing for us...
baby the stars sing for us...
Day and night alternate
while the seasons change endlessly.
Fragile babies meet their fate
and even the strongest can't see.
But the stars cry for us...
baby the stars cry for us...
The heat burns to cold
and the fire will extinguish tears.
Of all the stories we're told,
we still hold on to silly fears.
But the stars smile on us...
baby the stars smile on us...
All the empty dreams
and the late phone calls.
The times we choke back tears
and when the weak still seem to fall.
We all need someone
to wrap up our skinned knees
and kiss our bruises more than once.
Someone to teach us how to breathe.
And since you're far away
the stars will hold us...
baby the stars will hold us...
SearchingAlone in the darknessSearching4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In front of a mirror
With nothing but silence
Searching for love
Sometimes it is like a candle
You light it,
But it can be blown out
Sometimes it is like a death
When it eventually passes away
Sitting there alone
Searching for love
UntiltedListen close,Untilted4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you hear it?
That faint sound,
Of shattering glass.
It's breaking apart,
It might just be my heart.
Get the tape,
Grab the glue.
We can fix this,
Maybe, just maybe.
Take a deep breathe,
Get it under control.
It's not the end,
Get it together.
The dawn is coming,
A new day is here.
Hold your breathe,
And take a flying leap.
nothing more.the sun is fading outnothing more.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whispers turn the day
and she runs
let's not stop
let's not stop
through your mind
The Ana EnigmaShe's a shot of vodka slipped into your black coffee,The Ana Enigma5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A lazy-eyed lioness with a crackling disposition sparked,
By a kamikaze lover's desire,
That burns like fire:
Hungry nude flames raising their arms in mindless ecstasy.
An overflowing glass of champagne,
Sizzling distortedly through your veins,
Whistling like a zooming yellow Porsche,
Bubbles frying before they reach the heavens,
She's irregular fireworks,
From whom Patience flees,
An Italian name caressed by luscious red lips,
Death by tango,
Which she will dance two beats ahead.
Polite words, a rehearsed nod, green tea with honey,
Eyes dark as blood rubies,
Labyrinthine secrets uncoiling their anaconda muscles,
She's a time bomb,
A veiled threat
An inadvertent Delilah with a curtain of silken mahogany hair,
And when she opens her mouth
Oh, where is the exit of Hope?
Snapping Your StrawbonesThe incessant clobbering against mirror-lined ribs,Snapping Your Strawbones6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
glazes over the sound of her sighs;
he becomes wedged between her glassy collar bone,
fingers tearing into dissipative skin.
Her collarbone is an exhibit to him,
his fingers tracing patterns over it;
he is tearing out her soul.
Then the pain begins.
She is baffled by why she enjoys this.
Grating murmurs strangle her ears
as he discreetly takes each column of her coiled spine.
Serpentine words dangle from his jackal lips:
"I'm only snapping your strawbones, my dearest."
"Those lips could tell a thousand lies,"
She whispers under his ruffled hair.
"You truly wouldn't treat anyone else like this."
She never wants this to end.
Eyes of origami canter across splintered lips
while their foul mouths create a train wreck of saliva.
His artificial admiration weights each syllable,
as she begs, "Just once more."
we linger in places we're not supposed toI'd like to get underneath your skin the way you got under mine andwe linger in places we're not supposed to3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
leave a whisper inside of your head that gets louder the longer you're
quiet. I wish I could leave a puddle, nestled in the valleys of your
chest cavity, that you feel when you breathe, and you choke on a little
bit each time you add to it yourself.
I want to be the alcohol on your lips, so I could slip down your throat
and nestle on the edge of your collarbone.
I'd listen to the irregular hum of your heartbeat and maybe knit
patterns from your veins. I've watched you drink the burning liquid,
and I've seen your face wince
at the sting as its forced down into your body.
it leaves your veins tangled and its a pattern I don't know how to unwind.
sometimes when I'm home alone I try to get you out,
I get into the shower and wash you off of me. your sweat and
semen and saliva slowly crawling down my legs to circle away between my feet.
but even when I scrub my skin until it's red I can still feel you
when I get into bed alo
the elephant in my bed.oblivious to the constraints of time,the elephant in my bed.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
january snowflakes wooed the wind with their waltz:
one two-three, one two-three.
still naive, our footsteps
were not afraid to disturb
our glittering white universe.
wordlessly, questions were asked and answered
so quickly that we soon became
both the matador and the bull.
my door was painted red,
and we tangoed against Time itself,
a euphoric cacophony of beautiful maybes.
shoes toppled like domino tiles.
neighbors awoke with bleeding hearts.
keys lay abandoned in the door.
- i'm leaving in july.
- tell me in june.
an autumn poem.now, i am writing about your handsan autumn poem.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and how they are warm, like melted chocolate
i am writing about how it is silent
and i get butterflies when you look at me,
i feel nervous
i feel almostbeautiful
and almost wanted
and i want you
i want you
i am writing about how i can't stop thinking about you
and i see your face in the clouds and the cracks
in the pavements spell out your name and there is dirt
between my nails and it makes no sense but i wish it was you,
i wish all of it was you
and i am writing about your hands
but i'm still not writing about you
i'm writing about how i wish it was autumn
with red and gold leaves tumbling down and the scent of spice
lingering in the air or maybe winter so the snow can coat everything
and erase the world in white, all white
and i'll have a reason to feel this romantic
and i want you told me
and i'm writing about your hands
but i'm still not writing about you.
make me blue foreverwe had sex between empty boxes on the floormake me blue forever3 years ago in Letters More Like This
and the scent of vanilla and dragon's blood incense
made everything seem more vacant than it had to be.
the room was cool but too warm beneath his skin,
between his and mine. the ashtray was half-full,
i noticed, as we moved across the floor,
and the smell of summer dying
was coasting through an open window. i became
infatuated with the knowledge that fall was coming.
soon it would be cold. i could smoke,stare at the sky
and maybe i'd stop purging. maybe
i'd commit to health, stop cutting and anxiety.
maybe i would change.
or maybe i'd keep promising myself that until next fall.
all the while, i am changing, just not in ways i want.
i corrode internally. i turn so blue that i begin to
fade into the sky.
he grabs my hips and moves me, tipping me up
and steadying me to ride him, the phosphorescence
of the quiet bright room seemingly ingested by me.
offerings of a ghostand there was a vague veracityofferings of a ghost4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the whisper of your touch
that faded like feathers of frost
before the fevered kiss
of my breath.
winter settled slowly
down the curling knots of my spine
the same path
where your lips once burned
like candles in the night,
shadows tossed high
as autumn leaves riding reckless
on the wind.
at times i feel
this cup of bones
will crumble, blood and ash
and only that
and heavy hearts too full to bear
will break against the cool,
upturned cheek of earth
bare of greenery
but veiled in sinking snow.
your every echo is a curse
limned in regret
and the sting of dark hair whipping
in my brimming eyes
carries the coldest winds
across whitewashed memory,
the bite of ice built
upon a wasteland.
even a shiver cannot shake
the ringing feeling
that your absence speaks
a greater truth
that you were never here
enamorHer body like that ofenamor3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hesitant. He lays her
fecund bones on
the bed, plants them with woolen
fabric under the
drapes her with skin,
and falls into her,
folds her like cloth
until she is but
a thin line
blanketing the astral
phenomena that is
friendsto the extentfriends6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that anyone can be a friend,
(despite the endless oceanwalls, flattened fisheyes, abysmal wingflaps that span our interstice;
despite that i am a box of words)
know that i am yours.
i feel like cryingi never realizedi feel like crying6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how many accidents there are
until i moved next to the fire station.
i hear them go by at least
ten times a day.
so i wonder
how many people
flick cigarette butts
into gas cans
or dogs pull over grills
or toddlers stick their fingers
in electrical sockets.
i'd like to gouge out my eyes,
it would keep me from seeing
what a mistake i was.
did you see?
i knicked myself shaving.
there was a lot of pretty blood;
it sat around the drain,
refusing to be swallowed up.
kind of like you,
you were never part of the crowd.
but then again,
neither was i.
and even though i was alone,
i never felt lonely
until you showed me how it felt
to be happy.
maybe i never felt like i belonged with you,
but you made me feel
like i was wanted,
a heart that will beat regularly.
emptied eye sockets
and empty pockets.
i have a lot of nothing.
i think that's what i've always had.
when i had something,
i lost everything
Lost ThoughtsI. There are birds nestingLost Thoughts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the hollows of my bones.
Sometimes, when it's cold,
they flutter their wings
and my legs ache.
II. I kissed an island boy once,
who told me I tasted of oranges.
His hands were shivers of rain
down my spine.
Trust MeTrust me.Trust Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take my hand,
It's just a simple step
taken at least once before.
Now, take a breath, my dear.
It's been a while, I know.
Have you lost the memory?
why are you trembling?
You already made the choice; I am here to simply help you along.
Don't look at me that way,
of pain and regret
and need and punishment.
Dancing upon broken happiness and shattered yesterdays.
I was your answer, remember?
You look at me in shock but I can only shrug in response.
I am not the one haunted.
I am at peace as I talk with you; it is you who is tormented by your decision.
You have no right to look at me that way.
But then, maybe you do.
You chose this path.
I can say it once more if you rather.
I am not angry with you, rather reminding.
I made sure you read the small print.
You saw the scars and still you have the audacity to be appalled upon spying my truth.
It amuses me more than anything, I suppose.
Come to me,
Go ahead an
Morning ChantSlightly damp -Morning Chant4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lust left me messy
The sounds above -
I stayed under..
because everything was mine.
A Process of PregnationRipened to paralysis, the ebb and flow of ideasA Process of Pregnation5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cascade down my legs, a crimson leak of
infertility and hatred from the love-place, that accursed baby maker.
They just grow to break the laws we love,
so I nip them in the bud in a seedy alley behind a pub,
coat-hanger and all.
If 'ignorance is bliss', then I am miserable,
once again impregnated by dissent, that monochrome
ticking of a bomb in my swollen law-breaker.
Here individuality is false,
delusions of grandeur for the whole, not the self.
Megalomania is dead and buried in good health.
Our waggling tongues speak junk. Drown the
baby-faced flesh now, before it learns
of the abhorred textual sextual worlds we conceal
in our think-place, our tinker boxes,
and burn the books, and keep them safe
from any ineffectual waif.
A girl called MorphineShe's twitching in the cornerA girl called Morphine6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coming down from her buzz.
There's a prescription bottle in her hand
I can see her mind turning wheels for once.
I know she doesn't want to do it
But the burn is all she craves.
She never wanted to be a looser,
Somehow it's all she became.
Her eyes whip back and forth
To see who would notice her leave.
She takes a breath, get's to her feet.
The bottle clutched to her heaving chest
She shuts the bathroom door.
The sound of the lock so loud
Inside the four by four little room.
She empties the bottle on the counter
Counting them in two's.
Her life doesn't really matter
So she crushes all sixteen.
With quick precision she lines
The powder into rows of three.
Fumbles in her pocket for a dollar,
Up her nose she swallows every one.
The morphine hits her quickly,
On the floor she falls, she twitches.
Unable to scream,
She'd changed her mind,
The drug took over
Silently she cried,
She fades away from reality.
ThiefLies, he told me as I sipped a tart, Apple Burst tea. Apple Burst, they called it, and I thought it appropriate.Thief6 years ago in Erotic More Like This
His hand slipped.
It Burst to the floor, abandoning the liquid in Apple-blood flames.
I wont tolerate all of this flavor, he claimed, a slender, coarse finger circling the rim. My hand remained still, in a death grip, to an invisible frame.
I reached out for him, an apologetic reply hanging on my tongue.
No, he turned to me, his hand grazing my throat, veins swelling from his skin. You were never sorry, he griped, thrashing out a menacing look.
My heart hung from a wire.
And he was weaving it through.
I swallowed halfway. Halfway, it was, like he held a notch in my throat; this light-switch life, at his leisure to disengage.
Hurt? Sarcastic pity glossed over his eyes. I looked at him, my night in shining armor, once strong enough to hold his own sword. What weighed on him now? The poison resentment, serve
Imagination of the insaneShimmer-glitter, sparkle, flitter,Imagination of the insane6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as if my god was a spitter,
dazzle-shine, sprinkle and fly,
like a star glued on the sky.
Stars-ships, space, rockets,
fairy dust inside my pockets,
dripping-DROP throughout my brain,
imagination of the insane.