The 1998 HousefireThe 1998 Housefire at 198 Wentworth South
Snow falling on cinders; falling on issues,
300, of Mad,
and Nintendo Power;
falling on a consoles red Cyclopean power (cooked
internally, blinking to black,
volumes of ongoing adventures, dreams of power,
my life in virtuosity, melting,
gooping into Grade One element comprehension);
falling on posters and curtains
gone up fire-fast, like Japanese letters read
falling on the bamboo-print
bed, the heat
to beat the heart;
falling on candles;
falling on bookshelves great with stomach
falling on shadows
I once hid from as from
a hungry ghost;
Falling where Nagasaki
where the ceilingwhere the roof
I feel the pain of everyone.
Then I feel nothing.
Recipe for Disaster196 NationsRecipe for Disaster4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1 Nuclear Strike
1 Retaliation Maneuver
6 Billion Dead
Don't bother baking -
the radiation will take care of it.
opportunityunexpected.opportunity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this would be unlike me if I was who I thought I would be.
and I'm trying to decipher this occurrence.
there's a pounding in my head and I assume its Opportunity,
but I've never had a welcome mat and it's only knocking out my sanity,
which is better than my teeth so I can still dream of insecurity,
but honestly I've never claimed a bit of my immaturity.
I think I'll tell you frequently how much you cannot mean to me
and push away my any thought that tries to convince me differently
because I'm frightened of this change you suggest with every move and look you give
and I think you should know that I wish this wasn't good for me.
UntitledThe effectiveness of an umbrella isUntitled3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inversely proportionate to its comfort,
you mapped the world in gradients
of notes that slid open on spokes.
watching a city under an inverted sky,
you tethered your soul to the tops of buildings,
following runway lights that
bled into a fog of classical and thoughts
there is something ethreal about music,
you try to grasp the rain
but the words slip through your fingers
the night we met,
on the piano, you tried to play the sky
but all that rolled out was a muted thunder
Sometimes it rains in people,
You can see it in their eyes
unworthy.You: A vast oceanunworthy.4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
slipping between my fingers.
I: A tap, leaking.
parasitismI promise to show and not tell.parasitism4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because nothing is certain and words are like grass.
always growing since no one can keep inside themselves.
with special attention they can be beautiful or just right, but only there.
for some, they get too long and it is only a problem
but for others it allows a perfect place to hide or play, sleep or die.
I want to make links then break chains.
to design my futile escape
neither accessible nor valiant.
but I've learned to respect the craven.
and I thought I was someone else.
the lack of opportunity places his strangling withered hands on my neck
but I make no move to survive
his long nails have been shredding my skin and injecting hopelessness for so long
we'd have almost been friends if I had anything left to destroy.
but the parasite wont stick around if you've got nothing to offer it.
it seems the life it stole didn't give it the strength to kill me, though.
it seems the life I lost will hardly affect me at all.
inside memy desire clots in my heart and threatens to rupture.inside me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
precious internal compass rose
this glass is blown inside me.
every sliver shreds and shivers
slicing through my warrior's knots
scattering each of the steps
I had hoped would be only enough.
tell me.if i'm breathing.tell me.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if i'm dreaming.
if i'm sleeping.
if i'm drowning.
if i'm dying.
if i'm faking.
if i'm leaving.
if i'm staying.
if i'm loving someone else.
if i'm here without you.
if i'm running.
if i'm bleeding.
if i'm healing.
if i'm crying.
if i'm lying.
if i'm home.
if i'm away.
if i'm alone.
if i'm lonely.
if i'm screaming.
if i'm alive.
because i don't want to know.
1961In 1961, she continued to celebrate19613 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The Great Depression
pennies were rolled and hidden in sock drawers
new socks were never bought, socks were darned
darn was the strongest profanity ever spoken
spoken words were whispers of times gone by.
gone was her father and all she had were her dolls.
dolls that move and speak need loving and food
food was rationed and measured and counted out.
counting dolls is not the same as cuddling them
cuddling was for grandmothers and dads long gone.
gone was her father and all she had were her dolls.
insoucianceanother time you've looked through my pulseinsouciance4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deaf to the shrieking of vital failing
only my song has the stealth to slip by you
no vacancy near your balance
and I'm sorry.
elastic reaches and falling short
distance chills my pleas
released all warmth and
the wraith of allure.
your insouciance drips
down my spine. crawling
SuffocationI found a vintage denim jacketSuffocation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the bottom of my mother's closet,
underneath a black-and-white montage
of shoebox photographs with burned edges.
Like she had been trying to asphyxiate
the memory of my father
but kept coming up for air.
Magentashe liked to face the general direction of applause.Magenta3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she would devour entire poems but in haste,
she only thought in phrases (that had a nice ring).
a metronome was kept ticking by her desk-
a table of conversion to chew the syllables as they
rumbled past in clumsy, skewed boots with forced perspectives.
she kept her instruments gold-plated, silver-washed;
on the inside they were mahogany,
wood from sheared toothpicks lying in drains or
chopsticks ground down at a dinner table-
pickings from a heap of discarded things.
her eyes seemed to shine like gilded awe,
upon closer inspection it was found that
the reflective wonderment lighting up her face
was due to tiny metallic fragments
embedded in her watercolour irises
(from standing too closely to stage lights
directed on a podium when they imploded).
she goes to sleep being introspective.
she doesn't drink coffee because
either way she stays up all night,
tossing and turning over and over again to avoid
the faces of every
Move OnFalling in love is easyMove On5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Getting back up is harder
Life is full of aches and pains
The important thing is to get back up again
Don't let yourself be brought down
No one person is worth this
And move on with your life
never say i love younever say i love younever say i love you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if you dont really care
never talk about feelings
if they aren't really there
never hold my hand
if you are just going to break my heart
never say you are going to
if you dont plan to start
never look into my eyes
if all you do is lie
and never say hello
if you really mean goodbye
atrophyyou could hack off my arms and I'd still be holding onatrophy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but at long last when the fingers submit to atrophy
displacing the spectral bones would reveal an empty space
much like the dark matter that hides in me still.
I cannot remember when my mirror became a picture frame.
I was always meant to be lost.
I can never recall when hope turned to memory.
it was meant to be forgotten.
Halfway PeopleFlowers scattered like thrown shadows,Halfway People4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the taste of drifting incense and white chalk
lining the insides of our textbooks like
the insides of our throats.
Recited between breaths of ash and sake:
Hiroshima Nagasaki Sadako.
Dates that run like automatic fire.
Another memorial service.
It's time for children to sing,
and sakura to be dusted over graves.
It snows flowers,
but it looks like ash.
And somewhere across the world,
another dirt-flower blooms
amidst a thousand cranes
Love Songs to the MoonHe's lonely, just another dreamer-boy with his head in the clouds.Love Songs to the Moon3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For a boy who would never be loved, he had so much love in him.
She runs her tongue along her teeth. Are you afraid of dragons? she asks.
I imagine her with scales and wings, breathing fire. I tell her no, I'm a knight in shining armour.
Oh, she says with mock seriousness, you're fearless then.
I'm afraid, I say softly, I'm afraid of falling.
She leans in close. I feel her breath on my lips as she whispers, What about falling in love?
I forget how to breathe. The world starts to spin and I close my eyes.
Then she kisses me full on the mouth and my spine turns to feathers. I feel hollow, weak, like I just might blow away in the wind with this fairytale reaching across my tongue. I feel her lips against mine; my heart starts to beat too fast and I feel a tingling sensation across my chest. I think my lungs are going to catch fire.
He likes to run the broken sidewalk and sing love songs to the moon. He doesn't ne
Just onceObservations now show me clearly howJust once2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
delusions torture; cruel and full of hope.
How dare I seek such intimacy
from another unlike you who taught me
how to breathe in smoke and never die.
I can't promise you my eternity
when you won't shine the light of your eyes through
mine, though I am so tempted by the looks
I dream you give me. I dream them wishfully
and more frequently that I ever have before.
For once I'd like to have a love requited.
i think i might be alcoholic.you see, there was this boy and everyone called him a cool drink of water but he didn't set my heart on fire like he was supposed to. he dampened my spirits and left me drythroated in his endless desert of dusty dreams blowing around like tumbleweed in the hot wind. sand got into my eyes. sometimes he came with a lemon on the side and that made me feel special until i realized that his only flavor, personality and charm came from the citrus and sometime there were no refills.i think i might be alcoholic.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
there was this other boy; people said he would be just my cup of tea. i brewed him along with other herbs and the scent of him filled up my room. i told myself i could get used to this but i was just saying that to please the stuffy aristocrats. he came along with a selection of tea cakes and sugar lumps and i feared that was the only sweet thing about him. the teacups were too small, the porcelain too delicate- i wanted to find you but you were bundled up in your teabags and i couldn't find the opening.
I'm Right Here, WaitingNow time has passedI'm Right Here, Waiting3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Right through our hearts
And the years we've laughed
Now tear us apart
I cant relax
Without you here tonight
You're so damn hot
And this just isn't right
I'm here right now
You're there, so far
On what we know wont work
But we have to try
Just give it a whirl
And let fate decide
The past, I see
Is so daunting
But you know, with you
I'd be flaunting
For all the rest, their pride
Has gone, it's shied
Because you, are the one
Worth it all.
You, are the one
Worth it all
Now time has passed You, are the one
Right through our hearts worth it all
And the years we've laughed You, are the one
Now tear us apart- worth it all
I cant relax I'm waiting, I'm waiting
Without you here tonight- worth it all
You're so damn hot I'm waiting
And this just isn't right- worth it all
Because you, are the one
Worth it all.
Without you, here
I love, your laugh, your smile
Just relax, shoes off, for a while
Walk into my heart, a
174I have stopped nibbling the moon from my fingertips1743 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
still no you in sight
Adrift on this ocean
I pray for sails on the horizon
but over starboard thoughts fly faster than seagulls
I am shipwrecked
It's not Math.You know, to meIt's not Math.10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You'll always be
Less than three
And If I Die Before I Wake...Going crazyAnd If I Die Before I Wake...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone save me
From myself tonight
The world on my shoulders
Just laughs from my beholders
I cannot scream without a fight
In a war of virtue and of vengeance
The devil clears the sky
A laugh, a smirk, a seductive stance
As I embrace the evil inside
My vision stark red
My aura black
I await nimble
For the attack
For you to come
And to see
Nothing good comes
From that trinity
give it your all
Your prayer beads
Are sure to fall
And as they do
I encroach for the kill
Just another "martyr"
It's just "His will"
Chills through my spine as the blood newly wet
Poors forth from thy body on the cement
The demon inside me coos in delight
As the soul from the real me screams in fright.
I Hate You So MuchDon't play with my heart,I Hate You So Much4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's fragile, you see,
It'll snap into two,
You'll break it with ease.
Don't screw with my head,
It's screwed up already,
My thoughts so unsteady.
Don't hug me like that,
Don't squeeze me so tight,
Don't touch my waist,
Don't give me a fright.
The perfect combination,
Of the good and the bad,
Just the right balance,
To drive me so mad.
I hate you so much,
But I love you more,
And just for that,
I hate you more than before.