UnrequitedBorrowed arms envelope me tightly
And for a moment I am safe
The fantasy lasts for just this instant
And then you pull your arms away
Beating of my heart out of rhythm
Resounds hollowly in my ears
The beating of a heart I'll never hold
Threatens to shake loose these tears
So I close my eyes and breathe in deeply
Before once more you take your leave
Open my eyes to watch your departure
And feel the breath knocked out of me
WordsThese words tumble inside my headWords3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dancing dangerously close to the tip of my tongue
Demanding not just voice but action
To become more than words
Something real, something true
So I shut my mouth and shut my eyes
Growing to despise these words
And the inevitable pain they signify
No choice is still a choice
But I have no choice at all
No voice at all
Or rather, a voice with false words
To mask the truth
That the real words stay silent
Because they mean nothing to you
Only One PeaceLittle tin boxes set ablazeOnly One Peace3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
As Hydrogen ignites the flame
With a single spark of static electricity
The world becomes visible like day
Explosions sound and snuff out the night
Skies weep phosphorous red
Ether fills the air you breathe
Hydrochloride rains over head
Tonight the city waits in vain
No wealth of death to be had
Red skies will tell the tale of new
Sirens sound of dread
Dealers will earn their money now
When tweakers come to collect
For only one peace is known to them
It goes by the name of Meth death
Progressive DescentShe resides in the realm of regretsProgressive Descent3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
where every memory screams blame-
shame, she glows with it,
shining like a beacon of self-hate.
She swims in the sea of despair
waves of hopelessness wash over her-
she has become a true pain connoisseur,
for she drowns in it, choking down agony.
She dances in the land of the dead
pretty pirouettes spinning in her head-
she is dizzy with stillborn insanity,
quietly raging at a loss she cannot see.
She lives in the state of lunacy
now she sees the devil in the fallacy-
what an enormous lie love can be,
open are her eyes, and it's a trickster she sees.
Now, she bathes in the blood of men
wicked, hurtful they tricked her again-
she loved and lost her mind,
in her heart, it is death they will find.
wish for shorti wish untilwish for short4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my skin fades to green,
i wish i
wish i wish
i wish (i wish
you were here)
and i hope
and hope that one day
i can break
the bonds that hold me
here right now.
hope is a
boat that is kept a-
float by love,
heart palely posing
be that as
it may, the rope that
boat and anchor
is weaved from each other's
i wish we were fish
with no need for ships; let the
waves take us to each
others' hearts, tides
and currents won't pull
if that were to be
true i fear that we'd be ripped
apart by shoddy
fishermen and sold
for less a buck or be
the stray cat's dinner.
we are slid along
the hull, over empty bar
nacle shells until
we bleed; if
that's not love, i don't
know what is.
who can say
what love really is
the stars in the mid
night sky, or risking your life
for that of another.
we will fall from build
ings like the stars in the sky,
love is the nighttime.
i believe you're wrong,
we can jump, and we will fall
the thingstiny thingsthe things5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and eyelashes and fingernails
as small and perfectly formed
as an "oh!",
a yawning breath
the pile of logs in the garden
where a tree once stood
to touch it like gold-leaf paper
or the back of a man's neck
dreaming of sailboats
that familiar wrenching silverbluegreen
that sits in my stomach
and crosses its legs
tequila and orange juice
at six in the morning
holding my head in my hands
as if i could pour everything
into a tumbler and drink it down
keep a thought still forever
opening and closing of absolutely
the tailing off of sentences and
the fragility of flowers
your face like a bud on the end
of a long warm stalk
like a hand curling its fingers
a sudden sunburst
as if to say oh, you are here
daughter of doubtthere is a feeling in this air, this midnight air -daughter of doubt4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it caresses my face and opens my eyelids.
my knuckles ache from lack of attention
but my chest sparkles with pride,
for your face is a sight like the moon.
there is a halo of light
and you are a being. a human being.
our fingertips touch and our flesh gives way;
how is it you are so fascinating
when you are just a glimmer made from
the secrets i shout from the rooftops?
my mouth opens and my tongue is an unfinished song.
the emptiness inside me flows out past my teeth;
it tastes like choking on salt water.
i would not be surprised if it infected you.
it is a virus and i am its breeding ground -
my soft-spoken words making their way into souls
you are so very hard to believe in
you are so very hard to believe
because every word you utter
Onward, we wentOnward, we went;Onward, we went4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
taking the wrong exit
on purpose, just to see
where the winding road
would find us by daylight.
And who would've thought
that daylight would find us
sitting on shingled rooftops
in the freezing cold,
just to get a little bit closer
to the sky.
Our eyes shown reflections of
and pirate ships
and space pirates,
and how if we could,
we'd take to the stars and
never go back to work,
without even giving
two weeks notice.
Onward, we went;
breaking from the
to find towering highs
and stream-water lows
among the mountainous rocks;
none too high
for our little bodies to conquer.
And when we grew tired
at the water's edge,
the cold air didn't dissuade us
from taking a swim.
Onward we went;
when we had to work,
when we were both broke,
when those towering rocks
shown over a bottomless ledge,
onward, we went.
And onward, we'll go.
CloserI don't want to write a sappy love poem.Closer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to write about colliding collarbones,
and the way your fingernails etch my skin,
so that come morning I can feel the moans.
I don't want to need to talk to you.
I want to let our lips speak with sighs and such,
and have your hands write words of sin on me,
so that come night I can read the story of their touch.
I don't want a low-key lust.
I want your pearls piercing deep beneath,
and bruising my bare flesh,
so that come morrow I still see marks of your teeth.
I don't want to be fragile and afraid.
I want to be gripped with the rough strength of your palms,
and conquered with the crush of your kiss,
so that come evening I feel explosive as bombs.
I don't want to linger in the light.
I want to delve into the dark caresses,
and send shivers down your silken spine,
so that come dawn I'll dirty my pulse with the thought of your presses.
I don't want to say goodnight.
I want to be held and hushed to sleep,
and know that my soldier is keeping m
inside memy desire clots in my heart and threatens to rupture.inside me2 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.
titles shouldn't be necessaryi am going to be completely honest: i still see a person i love when i look at you. i still miss how your shirts were always soft. i still miss the way your eyes looked close-up. my palms still haven't forgotten what the small of your back feels like, and my stomach still feels like a magnet.titles shouldn't be necessary4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
you stand out from every crowd i see you in. i single you out automatically, analyze every detail of your face, your hair, the way you slouch.
i search myself for signs of regret, and i have none. you and i simply don't mix.
or maybe that's just it - it isn't simple. we're not like oil and water. we're not like night and day. we are like dusk. you are the sun, and i am the moon, and we only partly overlap.
but when we do, it's a little too beautiful to forget.
insoucianceanother time you've looked through my pulseinsouciance2 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
opportunityunexpected.opportunity2 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.
i scream louder than the windmy arms are stinging something fiercei scream louder than the wind4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the soreness singing songs to me
the way you once did
it sounds loud now,
loud and low;
the beauty is fading,
the pain sitting still.
i think we are screaming
nonsense and poems
but the black air will no
longer hear it
my fingers are dripping salt from their backs
axes like they have spines
rigor mortis strikes my face like your
open palm, your open mouth, your
empty, empty words but,
i do not die
it feels wrong to peel these words
from long rows of tree bark
i am the canoe
shaped from birch branches
or curved elm trunks-
green glass bottle
humming in air
waiting to be filled
you are snow
and for once, i will say
that is not enough.
ApologyFor the sake of my sanityApology4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
please stop all your lies,
for I'm certain that inside
something slowly dies.
I'm done listening to you
because you don't hear me,
I'm done trying for you
because it's me you don't see.
For the sake of my safety
please hide all the knives,
for I'm certain this feline
does not have nine lives.
I'm done fighting for life
because I'm dead to you,
I'm done living this lie,
because you're never true.
For the sake of my silence
please cut out my tongue,
for I'm certain these secrets
will have my head hung.
I'm done breathing you in
because it's toxic I taste,
I'm done letting it out
because this want is a waste.
For the sake of my skin
please erase your touch,
for I'm certain these thoughts
hurt to handle too much.
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The Asphalt MelodyThe asphalt imbeddedThe Asphalt Melody3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into my melody
Chorusing from in to out
He was continual
I was contrasting
A fight for the spotlight
With tempo of abundance
Sweet tire song humming
I sang of nothing but endurance
Delicate tender stroke of the handle
Rushing wind of the asphalt song
Whirling of the soprano
As my melody rested
The asphalt sang baritone
In a thud, it now leaves a mark
The audience witness
A moment in flat
A shrill of pain
A split of divine
The tune it sang
Came to an end
My head split with a beautiful parting gift
Pebbles of quiet but lasting memory
Sweet songs of pain.
like a sunburstcold air anaesthetisizes my suffering of body and mindlike a sunburst3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where my flesh warms the snow, it morphs to liquid that trickles
away from me on all sides, like a sunburst
aqueducts for my very last memories, being delivered far
from where I am going
lethehallowed curelethe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or, is it?
of nightmares gone hope
the unsullied beauty
desire is wild
is a nomad
further and ahead
drown the past, deeper
if you must
but never forget
how to trace your footsteps back
to the knowledge of pain;
would rather un-remember
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descensiona feather dressed in ash drifts past medescension2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tied in the wind.
I turn to behold its descension
to the iced earth waiting below.
its origin is already known to me,
and is why I have not returned home.
something worseendless waves and your remains,something worse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sun brighter than ever seen.
a missing piece just like all the other makeshift bridges,
that want to never let you go on.
deciding you're not minding staying after all.
thinking your enduring is bringing you closer to farther away,
that sparing a few moments could be worth it as long as you're alone
the falls honoring their name with reckless abandon,
and trying to free your feet from the ground;
one of the few things you would expect to persist
but it too will erode away
like every friend that could ever be made.
pursed lips blowing away dust that proliferates
with every tick the second hand makes,
and somehow your other hand can't sweep away.
and now you're shaking like you sometimes do
the companion of erratic breathing.
not even a shot of light could find you now.
when I cry you cry too.
but I wish I could do something else.
it plagues your every thought
and I fell ill just as long ago
but I'm quarantined for fear of s
chronoswishing days would slip by faster but,chronos2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how long is it exactly, until this now is past me?
Chronos softens the blades of mistakes
and readies ears for old outtakes.
"You can hardly call it a prevarication,
if you're intending to reveal it on a different occasion."
it takes time, they say, but everything does.
to heal any wound, to remember lost love,
but I think so old and I feel too young,
and I wont find peace til my neck is wrung.
forgiving me is like an invitation,
almost allowing equivocation.
and I've deduced that I need some assistance
unless you're offering...
you should keep your distance.