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
High WaterIt took eleven weeks for my stomach to stop turning.High Water3 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.)
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.
A Vampire's LustIn this eerie silence on a moonless nightA Vampire's Lust6 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
I don't care...I don't care if you overlook me,I don't care...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I never wanted your friendship,
I don't care if you don't speak to me,
I didn't have anything to say to you,
I don't care if you ignore me,
I don't need your attention.
I don't care if you talk about me,
I'm not listening,
I don't care if you insult me,
Do I need your opinion?
I don't care if you hit me,
It only hurts for a while.
I don't care if you tell me to go to hell,
I'll only see you down there.
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
MyiagrosYou went quietlyMyiagros3 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
You're Not AloneWe live in a world that is full of great pain.You're Not Alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where everyone one has a heavy burden to carry.
We think that nobody could possibly understand what we have gone through.
But in a world that is abundant in such matters,
there is somebody, somewhere who knows of your grievances;
who shares your pain;
who is in the same boat.
So know; You're not alone.
Like a child behind a locked door,
we keep our burdens a secret.
We do what we shouldn't.
We say what we wouldn't.
Instead of seeking help among ones we love,
we pray they never find out.
We isolate ourselves;
we think we're alone...
Weather it was something we have said or done,
something we are ashamed of,
or something in our past.
It eats at our hearts.
We are afraid to open up.
We forget that we aren't the only ones in the world,
because others laugh and smile.
But I assure you, they have their own problems too.
So don't think you're alone.
Stop looking back if your past is ugly.
Stop looking to your side and comparing your life.
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
InnocenceI see me writing on this paper.Innocence5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Praying for some savior.
Wishing to intake her,
And save her
From a world so,
I dont know how we wrought this?
All the love she brought us
I feel like im killing myself
Just killing myself.
Just to pray for some help
Id give it all just to have
Because its all that assures me
Its worth all that hurts me.
Id give you my heart
And id let you just hold it.
Id give you my soul
But i already sold it.
I remember brown eyes
So sad in blue skies.
Im so sick of the fight.
I wont breath, unless you breath.
I wont be, unless you be.
I wont bleed, unless you bleed.
Until im gone and i can sleep again.
Springfield, MO1991Springfield, MO3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my father's house there are many rooms
(Only one gun cabinet)
A cross hung over my grandmother's
bedroom door for thirty two years
Her phone rang late on a Saturday night
She was the last person he called
The sun rose early the next morning
The cross was taken down
Le reveLe RêveLe reve4 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.
Lovers' Heated PassionIn this cold midnightLovers' Heated Passion6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He cradles her in his arms
Whilst his fingers trail down her body
Soothed by his touch
She fades into euphoria
A shiver runs down her spine
As he caresses her erogenous zones
Thrilled by desire
She softly kisses his lips
And pulls his body closer to hers
Her hips eclipsed
Her legs wrapped around him
Yearning for satisfaction
She gentle licks up his neck
Then whispers to him, make love to me
Heated with passion
He lusts the same
His body excited
Stiff in the main
He glides against her
Gaining a momentous flow
Pursuing productive stimulation
Sweet noises made, she moans
The sweat of their bodies
Collide and glisten in the moonlight
They thrust harder, against each other
Driven by a fire in their core
As they get closer
To their moment of climactic bliss
Their bodies freeze
And they release
A smile on their faces
As they collapse into each others arms
Curling up against each other
Looking deeply into each others eyes
They slowly fall into a dr
The Worst KindTrue love is hard to findThe Worst Kind5 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 FeelingI killed the love I felt for you.The Feeling6 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.
Freedom and the Summer of CarbonThere's a band aid on her ankleFreedom and the Summer of Carbon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bleeding up her thigh and onto her neck.
A right handed whiskey bottle slung
over her razor wire shoulder .
Today, the train track was a catwalk .
Nothing about her hair or her lip ring
cried out "Help me". No, she was the
collective pulse and the sun couldn't set
until she took off those shades.
I couldn't leave until I found her eyes.
She shouted over the whistle of an approaching train.
"Sometimes you can find lumps of coal tucked between the rails.
They turn into diamonds. Didn't you know?"
"I think that process takes a really long time."
"Time is all I have and coal."
We stood off to the edge as the beast rolled by.
I think we both thought about what would happen
if we stepped in front of the next one.
Both in different ways.
"You should leave. I feel silly being watched."
"Diamonds right? Aren't they all about pressure?
"And heat." She smiled and removed her sunglasses.
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 Blame3 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.
StainsI.Stains3 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
DilemmaToday in classDilemma2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You moved to sit beside me
And my heart missed
Your friends followed,
All sitting nearby
And I sat in silence
Afraid of being judged
The presentation started
And I tried not to look at you
But instead peeked
From the corners of my eyes
The presenters spoke
And I tried to focus
On the droning voice
But you invaded my thoughts
What we had talked about last night,
What I should say to you,
How I should instigate the conversation,
If we were to have one at all
I peek over
And you look miserable
Sick, I remember,
And feel an instant sympathy
And fear of being judged
By those around me
Keeps me silent
You fall asleep,
Cold bottle pressed against
Your fevered forehead
And coughs echoing from your lungs
I keep an eye on you
And half something I cannot describe
I am still to scared
To ask you
"Are you alright?"
I simply think of "what if"s
Write the question,
Write it again,
And decide against it
The pattern repeats
to remember livingI find myselfto remember living3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the cracks of the window,
the ones that rattle every time
someone slams the door,
and gripped in gritted teeth
followed by crossed fingers and
a wish that will never
my days are numbered
with ordered dates
and a plan I'd written with spidery
ink, somewhere high
above our heads,
embedded in the language
of starlight and galaxies;
a weapon under my blanket
in the hopes that someone will bleed
from the shadows
and take the decision out of my hands.
when I was young,
stuffed my ears with horror stories of real girls
until I sobbed,
my vision blurry,
because he taught me a lesson
of fear and showed me how
the world really was
how being delicate and small is a death wish
and saying no will be pointless
I know, daddy,
you were only trying to protect me.
it is hopeless
to be a woman with no power
or a girl of no strength
as you watch your family
disintegrate into twisted faces,
fatigue and screaming voices.
it isn't just
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
Not by Eastern Windows OnlySitting on dark roofs,Not by Eastern Windows Only3 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.
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