sick of being sick and tiredi'm donesick of being sick and tired5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all through the
making my arms
i just got back from the butcher's
for all i've done
wrong and that
which i haven't done at all
this is my confession
be mistaken as a prayer
this is a dream
anything i consider fair
dear midnightmy earthy mattress tickles my neckdear midnight5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as i lay down to stare at my love,
but i am not looking over;
i am looking up.
power lines scar her stellar
dark-blue face, and city lights
pollute her skin like a thousand
spotlights on an over-powdered model.
but i am not concerned about
her blemishes; no, tonight i am here
to find flawlessness beneath
and so i gaze
the stars are the freckles
on heaven's nose, and the clouds
the hair of Venus herself.
i reach up to try to sift my fingers
through her wispy white locks,
but find she is too far away.
a single star drifts across the dark
cheeks of the night, and i fear
she is crying over our unrequited
distance. i can see her
clear as crystal vision,
but i am merely
a speck on her spectacles.
i turn my head and see
the harvest moon cradled
in heaven's arms, her craters
frothing over like chilled strawberry
wine, and i
i am drunk.
her shooting star. once upon a time...her shooting star.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there was a girl.
she never danced along the milky way.
she never trapped any stars in her web of hair.
she never ran away with a shooting star.
[although he's tempted her to]
there she was, probably a lone space rock
floating in space, living her days beside other
moons and planets that outshined
her, she's been waiting.
Lonesome NoteA lonesome note rests upon your deskLonesome Note5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Written in scribbles from a half-filled ink pen
Or is it perhaps half-empty like the glass from which I drink
Your poison that burns my throat and nose
and no its not the same sensation that burnt when your were near
Nor the one that erupted when your lips were pressed against mine
It is the same sensation i felt when you ignored me for weeks on end,
When you refused to listen to my questions or ask about my day
So now I'm gone and you should be glad
because now you don't have to keep up that charade that everyone is eating straight from your hand
Don't worry though, your secrets safe with me,
I'll just portray the bitch
when i actually set you free