Tokyo Motel My faith has failed meTokyo Motel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your words are like the sunset
Please take me with you
We're always looking for something worth seeing.
I like to picture a young Franz Wright reading his life
sentence to a song bird and a hungry cat.
You're a poet. Welcome to Hell.
My father was a welder and probably more cynical.
(Another reason why I still throw salt over my shoulder.)
If I could, I'd ask him if he meets a lot of
pen junkies in the wherever of the afterlife,
and nothing else
The love that never wasWith my eyes shutThe love that never was5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sat amid the mist of dawn
My heart fluttered in harmony
With the wings of a white dove
As I meditated amongst the morning fogs chill
Your voice would echo through the dark foliages
Of black forestry that lay between us
And sang its way into my heart
Whispering I love you
Your face would spring into my vision
The way your eyes looked deeply into me
As you said those three most beautiful words
You were the yellow smiles of my gloomy autumn
The splendour of your charming nature
Oozed incessantly from your spirit
A bright halo glistened from within your soul
As you promised to nurture my fragile heart
And glue me back together
To make me whole again
To fill that empty hole
That life engraved in me
But instead you destroyed what was left of me
And burned me with your black words
Endured in the pealing laughter of humiliation
You drowned me in the mud of ridicule
Then locked me in a cold coffin
With your stone-heart
Leaving me rotting alive
With your lie
DriveIt was going to be last night.Drive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Instead, I drove until sunrise and
had breakfast at a truck stop diner.
I spent the day, lost in a nature reserve
on the frayed edges of a small town.
I made myself forget its name and,
somehow, I found my way back home.
I once told you that the world
would become a better place.
I intend to keep that promise.
Subtle BlameIn forty years the floor boards will be rotten.Subtle Blame2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This morning a garbage truck stopped at the house, but
their services haven't been required in several weeks.
A pill bottle sat in the corner of the bathroom.
Nobody knew that there was a spider inside of it.
MyiagrosYou went quietlyMyiagros2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like granite with finesse
Days and nights
The come down monster
I had a drink
Six, seven, eight more
Always and sometimes
The weeks of illness
Before it pulled your eyes shut
No small talk
Just plain, empty time
I walked to the store for smokes
Struggled not to howl
There was fly paper nailed to the register
Legs still moving
And I knew what they were buzzing for
Hell had found you first
ForeclosureWhere are they now?Foreclosure3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
emerald city slums,
dirt in the sky.
The child fell off his bike and
skinned his knee. He cried when
I tried to help him up. Ants carried
his blood away. We don't need
that kind of pride.
A woman in Pasadena sold a slice
of toast with F.D.R.'s face on it.
I thought it looked more like you
standing in the rain.
We were asked to recreate the Gospels and
you suggested Michael Bay.
Some things never change.
Columbus found America,
the same way Descartes found existence,
the same way my brother found bourbon
the same way a horse finds religion.
It was always there so
just be careful with it.
We're all afraid of snakes.
The FeelingI killed the love I felt for you.The Feeling5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In a dark wood, a dark forest.
I kneeled and let it drown,
in a puddle of tears, I cried for you.
I could have waited till eternity,
my love equaled infinity.
You chose him, but you were who I was living for.
I couldn't love and wait no more.
When evil lurked behind every door,
you saved my dark and frozen core.
But now I can't just sit and wait,
so I begin with an empty slate.
But Angel, I can't love you anymore,
Because I ain't the man I was before.
And it took me too long to see,
that you could never be with me.
A Vampire's LustIn this eerie silence on a moonless nightA Vampire's Lust5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes transcend demonic intentions
Oozing poison from your dreamy glare
Creating an atmosphere of awkward tension
Sinful thoughts creep through your mind
Obscenity crawls on your crimson lips
Your fangs glisten beneath the street light
Your venomous saliva miserly drips
The fire in your eyes burns with desire
As you hypnotise me with your dark aura
And weaken my senses with your black charm
The thirst in your throat yearns for my blood
Then you move closer to me with a fiendish grin
And I smell the pungent odour of your greed
The nearer you get, a sudden fear overcomes me
I start to fear the bite of morbidity
Yet I stand still, motionless with dread
Powerless, youve captured me under your control
As I fall victim to your tainted appetite
Im moments away from my final fall
No-one can rescue me, Im defenseless now
For Im in the hands of a thirsty vampire
Whos ready to suck the life from me
As I die in the arms of
Le reveLe RêveLe reve3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Un rêve doux comme la pluie
Et chatoyant, plein de couleurs
Sous mes cheveux s'est épanoui
En éclosant comme une fleur.
Il était puissance et finesse,
Mais silencieux comme la nuit
C'était un rêve de détresse
Ou le langage était parti.
Les intentions étaient si belles
Et le calme si apaisant
Qu'un son eût été bien cruel
De me dérober cet instant.
Le monde était velouté
Et duveteux, si confortable!
Blanc de l'écume à peine échouée
D'un rouleau mourant sur le sable.
J'aurais voulu passer ma main
Dans sa crinière parfumée,
Mais il a fui vers le matin
M'abandonnant à la journée.
The Worst KindTrue love is hard to findThe Worst Kind4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
some are lucky enough to experience it first hand.
others are stuck with the worst kind of love
the love that you will never recieve back
the kind that keeps you holding your breath
hoping he'll look at you
hoping he'll speak to you
Making you feel as empty as the worlds hollowest valley
making you feel as if you will never be good enough
like he is the king of your castle , while you're the petty peasant
The worst kind of love, is the one where you feel as if
you're waiting for food that will never come
A hunger that cant be fed
A thirst that cant be quenched
A heart that can barely beat
The kind of love where you waste your nights crying.
Wondering what may be wrong with you
Thinking you'd never be good enough
The kind of love when you're filled with unexplained hate
Hate for yourself
Hate for him
Hate that you obsess over him
Hate that you cry over him
Hate that you ever cared for him
And hate him.
Hate him for not loving you
The Hottest 30 DaysThe traffic never bothered him until he had nowhere to go.The Hottest 30 Days2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It took two hours to get across town and he forgot the applications.
There wasn't snow on the ground, so he pulled over
and parked in a tow away zone. He walked around
the center of that city and thought about his father standing in line
with him at the Hartford shopping mall twenty seven years earlier
in the town where he grew up.
It's Christmas time and all of the other children are
pissing themselves with anticipation.
Over the scent of plastic evergreens and candy canes,
his father still smells like motor oil and top shelf bourbon.
The closer he gets to the obese man in the red coat,
the more he shakes with fear. Tears well up in his eyes.
Right before it's his turn, his dad pulls him out of line and
they walk quietly back to the car.
His dad doesn't turn the heat on or bother looking in the rearview mirror;
"Don't make me leave w
GrassYou wake up and it's spring again. The kids have all grown up and moved out. Your neighbor needs to mow her lawn but she is too seasoned for long exposure to the southern sun. It dawns on you one night when you're grilling steaks for your family. Your daughter calls you over to the table. She's on her third glass of wine. She met a man in graduate school. He doesn't drink. They clear their throats in unison and announce that they are engaged and plan to be married next January. You're happy for them but that is getting further and further from your mind. Your eyes shift over to the tall weeds growing only feet away from your wife's roses. You think about the fact that your neighbor never mentioned grandchildren. She never mentioned anyone. You think about the boy down the street who died in that car accident this winter. He always took care of her yard for a priGrass3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
MaiMai Mai6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ia-mă de mână
Într-un câmp, de mână,
Cu maci, de mână,
De mai, sunt încă maci,
Not by Eastern Windows OnlySitting on dark roofs,Not by Eastern Windows Only2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
their lips were stained with bits of ash.
The garden was there to remind him
that he would always be in love.
Between her skin and the wildflowers,
he understood the evening lights.
Her black eyes were once as green as August.
Though he can't remember if it was
yesterday or long ago on a summer night.
He can't avoid the first snow fall.
God AlmaybeI'm creating my own supreme beingGod Almaybe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He's six-five, and he likes to gamble
Don't ask Einstein
My old system required solitude
And short prayers
Directed nowhere in particular
Is this what God is?
Something we mold,
Something that fits our eccentricities,
My higher power must be real.
I've suffered no terrible consequences
After all the horrible things I've done.
My higher power must be betting on me.
StainsI.Stains2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You burned the eggs and wrote scripture
in the shadows of a lunar eclipse.
I haven't slept for years, but it took the far away
scream of a siren to convince me that
the moon is a liar.
Body bags are filled with better men.
There are rivers of oil where I can't seem to break
The mirrors that flaunt your reflection.
You couldn't dare me to walk across that bridge.
You couldn't ask me to sit through a full sermon
and still remain humble.
I'll never be home before the street lights come on and
you'll never hold my hand in the day time.
We're both clinical fools.
"The only difference between poison and medicine is the dose "
Yet, our intentions were never good.
Lately I can only focus on how many days we have left
before ash blankets the entire sky.
Before my free will is no longer an issue.
I feel the most sympathy for the birds.
The ones who will fly across an ocean to find nothing on the other side.
Just a life boat buried in the sand.
You made those clou
Stealing WednesdayJust this once,Stealing Wednesday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
let it be an angel plume
floating on the borrowed breeze.
Something living but also alive.
A bouquet of forget-me-nots nestled
in the arms of Alzheimer's
the hands of hatred.
We aren't asking for a field-
The strength to take back tomorrow
Just this once,
Give us something we deserve:
The hidden dirt road
A Farewell to MoleskineI chose not to water your Oleanders.A Farewell to Moleskine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was a reason, but it has dried in
my mind like those magenta petals.
You stopped buying me first editions,
when our friends claimed they made
me seem pretentious.
They didn't know about the ketchup stain
on Catcher in the Rye, or the highlighter
I took to This Side of Paradise.
They didn't know anything about being the oldest
book on a shelf- The fact that dust yearns for the
attentive breath of life to set it free.
Words are not prisoners in a flower pot.
They do not die with ease.
I remember now,
I didn't water your Oleanders
because they made you seem
High WaterIt took eleven weeks for my stomach to stop turning.High Water2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
White water reality, broken hands, splintered paddles.
If you ever felt inclined to place your head against my chest again,
you wouldn't hear a heart beat over the roar of water in my lungs.
If you ever desired to wrap your arms around my waist,
you would find that there is far less warmth to hold onto.
For now, we drown in the perfect darkness of canyon waters.
Like infant gods, we chose to carve these wounds into
the very foundation of our fabricated universe.
Deeper than the initials of youthful lovers.
Further inward, past yellow bone and soured marrow.
We've been forever spoiled by the idea of our own greatness.
(But when my body washes upon the shore, I will always try to find you.)
Alone With St. JosephThe shell was pale- an afterthought of heat lightningAlone With St. Joseph2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every night the sun attends its own funeral
Days slowly die like the sparrow egg you found
underneath our favorite oak tree
You buried it in the dirt and said to me;
"The earth will make a perfect mother."
(Silence and a weakly nurtured glance)
Every time I think about failure, I picture
the crib in my tool shed
The opportunities we could have given it
Every time you think about me, you picture
sweat dripping into the ocean
And you wonder why I visit that tiny grave,
for no apparent reason
The Last DetentionI've spent too many years sittingThe Last Detention3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the back of a classroom.
We see thousands of chalkboard faces
in the evening haze of rush hour traffic.
The nicest days of the year always happen
when our Teachers give us detention.
We can't be trusted to punish ourselves.
Grab a stick of chalk and begin.
100 times- I will not cheat on my husband.
100 times- I will not miss my nephew's soccer game so I can drink alone.
100 times- I will not leave smaller tips for the older, less attractive waitresses.
100 times- I will finally get the courage to kiss her tonight.
100 times- I will tell him it is over if he hits me again.
100 times- I will not be weak.
100 times- I will notice the sky today.
100 times- I will invite the widow in 5A to Christmas Dinner.
100 times- I will call my sister.
100 times- I will learn the difference between what is worth fighting for and what isn't.
100 times- I will ask my co worker how he is doing and actually care.
100 times- I will do more than just get by.
What if there
Love and Her Father's Liquor CabinetBecause the ocean was half a world away,Love and Her Father's Liquor Cabinet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she almost always put a little something in the lemonade.
We would pretend that the suburbs were Paris all summer,
but my feet refused to leave the still frames of reality.
There were secrets the street lights could never reveal,
promises that the girl next door would break.
We were all in tears by September.
She often put a little too much faith in the lemonade.
Getting The WorldGetting The World2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mr. Television sits across from
A large bald man.
Mr. Television talks about
His favorite salad recipe.
It has lettuce, raspberry dressing,
Orange wedges, almonds,
And other strange ingredients.
"It's very heart healthy."
The bald man listens
And eats cheese curls.
Mr. Television talks about
Keeping an active social life.
He talks about a group of
Friends that goes to restaurants,
Drinks together and makes out
On a regular basis.
The phone rings,
And the bald man doesn't hear it.
Mr. Television encourages
The man to be his own person.
It shows him distant lands.
It shows him the greatest
Innovators of our time.
It gives him a diverse range
Of opinions to choose from.
It gives him the universe.
Mr. Television encourages
The man to be his own person.
The man agrees with Mr. Television.