Lilith makes me wonderLilith makes me wonder9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What if Adam just plain lied
with apple juice
Running down her chin
Just let it slide
Is the whole story a hoax
A different mother
Society Is Ugly.Society is ugly.Society Is Ugly.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beauty is defined by
How you act.
Not by the number on the
Starving doesn't work.
Purging doesn't work.
Pills don't work.
The girl you see
In the mirror is
Just the way she is
Don't get upset because
You don't match up
To the media's
Cutting won't work.
Crying won't work.
Dying won't work.
Society is ugly.
Nuclear HolocaustNuclear Holocaust8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We're dots to the superior microscope,
And with so many on our dirty paper,
We have no choice but to melt!
HOLD ME DOWN,
SET ME AFLAME!!
Spin me around...
ULTIMATE KINETIC NIGHTMARE!
We have so many of them stored within,
And we're so inept to losing them.
Though with so much negativity conducted,
It wouldn't hurt to lose some of that space.
Positivity is when you lose it all.
Becoming molten idiot plasma.
Flip my channels and adjust my screen,
I'm sure I can work wonders for you.
Now the nucleus is unstable,
And security abberated.
I'll be a thousand degrees forever!!
I'm excited and ready to mold...!
I'm changing and losing it all...
I am metal!!
TubesTubes8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spray lights intersperse chilled health
The skin of us is rejuvenating
Our wrinkles smooth…soothed
Yes, this is eternal youth
Yes, we are forever young
No, it was not legend
No, there was a science
The key to immortality is death by rebirth
Desiccate your old body by draining its fluids
Use those juices to form an a-sexual litter
Keep them suspended inside cramp tubes
They make fine trophies
They make unmoving pets
They sometimes itch
They sometimes twitch
We dissipated our youth away by creating them
Yet I know how to gain it back
Pour our prizes into the grinder
Let them awake to a sudden meat making
Bathe in their shining solution again
Bathe my darling
in the cold radiance
Bathe my beautiful
in the sleek bedlam
StinkpalmStinkpalm10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a Dante in a world of Shannen Hamiltons
And though I'm not supposed to be here today
I'm trying to see a sailboat, blinded by chocolate pretzels
And I'm a tracer
I trace the past to make myself a future prophet
I am an ungifted muse
And the angels and demons play hockey with my heart on the roof
While the stench of shoe polish lingers like a dense fog
And I search
I search for a stolen monkey that's neither mine or hers
What to do? Where to go?
When did my Alyssa become a Caitlin Bree?
The topless psychic didn't tell me this would happen
What do you think Silent Bob?
And I thought "callow" was a good thing...
the plasticized quantum theorythe plasticized quantum theory8 years ago in Open More Like This
une voleur honteux
slip of the tongue
in each saturated pore
spectrum rehearses its symphony
crooked whispers of a flute
a glimpse of blue infinitude
quiets the confines of los alamos
¿quién es él? eso piensa
paralysis in the peristalsis
jewel in the vitreous humor
until it watercolors
the poison of psyche
papillae the plagues
oxidizing ash and ember
a quivering effigy
splinters the moon
the mirrored hand exhales
swept the epileptic ceiling
dissolving tendrils of mahogany
detached from the retina
tranquil, the deception
the film frame fades
captured in the mercury
Lovely knees, scraped elbowsshe wishes she has lovely knees, instead she has a lovelyLovely knees, scraped elbows5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
way to see the world. she doesn't believe in umbrellas, only
the stars in the midnight sky and the raindrops running down
her neck, arms, legs, spine.
she knows things that most will find useless: there are more
stars in outer space than there are grains of sand on earth. dogs
have over three hundred facial expressions, mostly made with
their ears. the average person will spend two weeks waiting
for the traffic lights to change in their lifetime.
she wonders: what if stars are just dead pixels in the sky? what
if they are specks with worlds living in them? that would mean
that we are just a speck to someone who thinks they are alone
in the universe.
she does not get along with logic. logic is not wisdom, creativity
is. she wakes up in the middle of the night and scribbles her
thoughts on post it notes: through the forest, down to your bones.
the air sleeps under people's beds. when we get there, we'll
be lost again: send me a po