reali swear to Godreal10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that i love mine as much as
you love yours and that
if i could find the words to say it,
i would. if i could
find the perfect words, if i could just
close my eyes and instead of thinking
i love him i love him i love him
think of something poetic and real and un-cliché,
just for a second,
i would. but
i am-he is-we are poetic,
Procremationso he said let's make a babyProcremation10 years ago in Open More Like This
she said let's just make
and he said
What's the difference?
or a little pink pill
And he said
Isn't it about time... she said
You're never old enough
She said Make life-- make
SlippedNow.Slipped10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, don't worry. And be quiet."
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Look, it won't take more than a minute."
"Somehow I doubt that."
"Oh, shut up. I don't need your help."
"You may not need my help, but you clearly need professional help."
"What? Professionals do this kind of thing?"
"…Are you always this stupid? I'm just wondering for future reference."
"Oh, don't be that way."
There was a time when I was eight years old. It wasn't a terribly eventful time. Basically, my mother took me to the mall and we window-shopped. Then we left. That was it. That was the time.
It was the results of that time that were rather stupendous.
Apparently, as I would learn later in life, we'd walked past a security camera or two on our way out. The tape would show a little girl holding tightly onto thin air as she walked energetically through the mall while talking her own ear off. Someone noticed thi
HeldWe loved like arson:Held9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
glow floats around like smoke, and distorts us,
restless, and tangles around the rafters,
the room imbued: remnants of star-fuelled lust.
We loved like fireworks, comets and fireflies.
We traced paths through constellations for hours,
across freckled skies, tasting the stars
with every kiss. The night went on for miles.
Now a cathartic still whispers, lingers
as the room burns orange in the morning's
luster. The carmine light bares a warning:
To keep my distance, or I'd clash with hers.
I leave her to draw the blinds, casting shad-
ows like prison-cell bars across the bed.
The Expected Part 1 of 4—Preface—The Expected Part 1 of 411 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is a walnut.
The walnut has no name. Its Latin appellation, however, is juglans, short for jovis glans. Jovis is what Zeus was called when the Romans saw him and decided they wanted one of those too; glans means nuts. Jupiter's nuts. It is highly probable that, back when this name was chosen, people meant to say walnuts were nuts fit for the gods. Funny, what the evolution of language can do to nuts.
This walnut is lying on the wooden floor of a monastery, a monastery beautifully situated in the middle of a seemingly endless forest.
This is Friar Mattheus. In a moment, Friar Mattheus will step on the walnut, slip, fall down the stairs, and break two ribs. Friar Mattheus really likes walnuts. A little earlier, he was going to crack this one open and enjoy it. At that exact moment, he had a doubtlessly divine inspiration for a chorale praising his saint of choice. The ingenuity of this chorale's words was that they would only make
Black BirdI've told you I'm staying in tonight,Black Bird10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you, as usual, haven't listened.
Negligent out of pain, perhaps
a thorn lifted off some nightmare
flower. You ask me to remove it,
have tried a shower. I'm thinking
if the water can't free it, how will I?
Besides, I've seen a bird, which,
as it starts to trill, suggests were I
such a thing, I'd rather be dumb.
Still, my not singing like a bird,
does it mean you can't call me one?
Again, you're not listening. And
it's flown off now into that gloom
where everything feels heavier,
but I don't suppose is. It presses
like the sloping walls of a Gallic
town, spied from an odd angle.
No Train For YesterdayI spend two & a half smiles on strangers,No Train For Yesterday11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drink a bottle of casual words
& head down a silent street, accompanied
by muted endeavors of faceless clowns.
It's a tired, malnourished day, strained
over frail dusty bones of hours
& as I run my hand along a minute,
it feels like leather, worn from wear.
You still arise in idle thoughts:
the way you stopped to watch me at
an ambiguous train station up north.
You were the streetlight that blinked on
& off in futile attempt to murder wind
while snow raced horizontal lines
& hurried past large metal doors.
You seemed to revel in movement,
smoothed air with your skin
as I headed on. Gave shelter
to a misplaced thought & lost another
in muddy puddles behind my temples,
aching now, condensed for spare.
The smell of old liquor & masculinity
still lingers in my nostrils' memory.
You asked for clarity in all I said
out of spite & I couldn't find the words.
Shreds of sentence fragments tasted bitter
& I washed them down with another
The Quick SixThe Quick Six10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No, it doesn't count,
you see? Because it's F-U-K,
with out the C.
No one took her out to eat
No one ever saved a seat
No one brought her to the mall
So she chose to end it all.
Three Times Fast
Somethings are easier
done than said.
They sleep during the day
they work when they should play
they can't see in the light
backwards people ain't quite right.
Meet this little boy
his name is Tumor Tim.
He hasn't really got one
but we like to humor him.
This is a haiku
I have written it for you.
God this haiku sucks.
OutmodedOutmoded10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a pick-pocket cigarette, first of the day, meets my lips
with the shock of the afternoon-daybreak sun.
a single chance of impression, careless as the blurs
passing by, lands amongst the first to jump at it
and when one's clever enough to see above the rest,
the maddening roar of everyone else
is just enough to drown any incidental gleam,
dreams of what they should have been.
now I sink in unseen corners, shroud myself
behind imaginary one-way mirrors, scribbling
as fast as possible, capturing it all, save for
when I am far too lost in it; myself a victim.
are these to be encyclopedic rolls of the tongue
like soft-blip, rhetorical representations with just
enough candor to be passed off as an epic catalog
or am I dribbling a false self-titled endowment?
Lilithsoft "Lilith...."Lilith8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
gentle "I love you...."
faint smile "I know...."
pleads "Don't leave...."
soft sigh "I must...."
soft "You know why...."
lost "No....I don't...."
deep sigh "Yes, you do...."
pleads "But....I love you...."
soft "I know...."
Eight KissesEight Kisses10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can call
it emptiness, breath, epithet, or oblivion
or love, or the thing we can't
touch, while in motion.
of your mouth in me like icemelt water,
like a creek,
A Not-Love PoemA Not-Love Poem10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[What the stars tossed, salt-casual, onto the not-black of the not-night suggest could be love, but I can't read them.]
This is not a love poem,
not-love, a not-love poem.
Falling waist deep into February
stomping the signatures of lost years
in footprints on the pristine present-
this, not-night has become electric
with memories smashing through
the thin ice of teenage alchemy,
charged, with the possibility of
or even a complete skeleton
of our separate childhoods
we, are the miners of nostalgia, now.
But in this not-night,
with the subtle city lights,
today.today. I sat next to someone with thetoday.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
same jacket as me. I'm sure she didn't
notice. So I thought of tapping her so
we could laugh over our faux-fur cuffs.
But she got off the bus while I was
writing this all down.
P.C.PreachingI just spent 30 minutes on a bus staring at a wall;P.C.Preaching8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
someone wrote in Japanese, English, French
TrenchesShe's aphasic. She doesn'tTrenches10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cough mustard gas
from rice paper lungs.
Her armies have learned
it's habit to fight,
lose a black mud trench
and retake it
five hours later.
For one million casualties,
one hundred yards were gained.
is ten thousand men down,
and she crawls
over their bodies,
fingers and toes
with dirt, blood,
and blue flesh.
Sometimes I'm so hungry
that I feel full,
sick and clenched.
my empty hands feel
like they're holding something
general romancemy spine is what's softgeneral romance4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and hands are the cold
being under my skin
lips are the
the vacant ears,
and even though
rain does not come
every season, fingers
are the pattering
to my skin
lilithlilith11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you wore that staged, enticing
smile so easily, a child
born of cold lust -
birthed beneath ill signs,
under unfamiliar stars.
predictably, being first
you never had a chance,
your unique gifts cursed
a little too bold and chancy
for our conservative times.
your wanton lips were turned up
at the edges so seductively,
only allowed to appear to us
from under the surface,
beneath that glassy plane,
waiting patiently for us
to slowly sink, and slink in
to your regular nighttime show -
four rows from the front,
and never quite close enough
adam was a fool, and even
now your womanly counterparts
still pay for his mistake -
your warm silken shadow
whispering only to us in
blacklit sirenic fancies.
wild, naked and unashamed,
dancing your scarlet seduction -
now tempting only those who
know not virgin nor crone,
that third face turned
toward us finally.
because you're now.I want you to know that I think about you sometimes. You're like my escape plan that I keep in the back of my mind. The one that I start to find more and more appealing each time I think about it. And occasionally I think about what it would be like to be yours.because you're now.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I am unable to understand why I am the way I am, or why you have the ability to make anyone smile. But that's just how it is.
I think that if you were to put your hand between the sheet and the mattress on my bed, you would find all the slips of paper with the pink and purple ink. They're all the wishes I've made and all the bad dreams I wish I never had. Sometimes I wish I was sorry.
I think I want to crawl into your arms and maybe stay there for awhile. I think it's going to rain first though. Maybe tomorrow.
Powerful MindMy mind is powerful thus leading,Powerful Mind4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My last attempt; pleading,
My skin is open,
Soft words are spoken,
A weapon hides,
Confusion of blame, both sides,
One part resists the lies,
Tears are evident, falling from isolated eyes,
Reality with, I am in touch,
Trapped thoughts, it's too much,
A closed door helps me protect,
From living memories, with use of marijuana to forget,
I let go, those memories are trapped by the door,
Knowing a possible future, growing in to a law,
My mind is powerful thus leading,
Here me, this is the last time, I'm bleeding.
Destination BeautifulIm a long way from anything amazing.Destination Beautiful10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
21 miles to be exact.
No time for calculations,
Im in a hurry.
So how about we pack up our
Necessities and you
Away with me.
Doesnt matter where we go as long
We can take our worries and insecurities and
out the window.
Watch them trail and fade behind us
On that one way road to
Destination beautiful right here in the front seat
Sunkissed shoulders and
nova smilenova smile10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
6am: Rising to crackled reception,
this, the mimicked serenade to sunrise,
performed the whole world over.
8am: In the kitchen,
and a coffee cup
invite me to breakfast.
I count morning on both hands,
four espresso ribbons,
draped over the pages,
filling where ink cannot.
12pm: I lie on the small square of grass
looking up into the apex of cerulean.
Up on the gutter,
sits a bird, still,
below thick down,
ticks suck out birdsong.
one of quiet tragedy.
3pm: In the supermarket
I watch people stocking up,
About a Girli.About a Girl6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i used to hate it when you said
cause i always wanted to be more than that.
but now i hate it when you say
cause i know that means
it doesnt matter to you.
how can perfection be such a letdown?
how can you not care?
if i had an apology for every time you lied to me
maybe we wouldnt be here.
im sure you agree.
we wouldnt be stuck in this limbo
of awkward conversations and
this cliché is getting to me:
small town boy lost in the big city.
dont you agree?
i hate how i cant care anymore.
you took that away.
just like your vanilla kisses,
and your chocolate eyes.
just something else you stole from me,
something else id like back.
its not all your fault,
still, i dont care.
i dont want you and your brittle bones,
your paper-thin skin, your jutting hipbones.
[by the way]
when are you coming ba
asea, tonightasea, tonight10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm at your door; can hear the brass and bass,
the snare drum, through the glass. It's jazz, tonight.
You let me in and suddenly I'm in
a room of profound poets, who sing their verse
through shining horns, sweet saxophone riffs.
The solos drift so richly, dance among smoke rings—
tonight, when everyone's somebody's cool cat.
There's a girl whose trumpet weeps when she woos its keys,
those wailing notes like Miles would have played.
And the long-haired bassist pains his face as he plucks
away at the tired shape the body makes,
he sways. And when the guitar's clean strings do sing,
it's melody carries a twang so sweet—it's jazz,
tonight. Tonight!— We can be alive, tonight.
And I'm in the corner, no horn in hand, not even
a cigarette for now. I'm just a shadow this evening,
no harmony for me. Just silent taps
of thumbs on thighs; of a breath before sirens sing.
Tonight, blue tunes knew the way through a smoky
sea—found me… Last I heard they were still awaiting
I See You In The StarsI look up at the stars at nightI See You In The Stars4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and wonder where you've been
the stars, they shine and sprinkle light
I feel it deep within
the stars stare back at me
and I feel your love anew
even though you're not by my side
I feel the kiss you blew
the stars burn a tender fire
I wish you were beside me
so I close my eyes to the twinkling lights
and let my heart look and see
my heart beats softly and quietly
it allows me time to think
your frame comes into view
and beneath me the ground begins to sink
I float up off the ground
my heart lifts me to the sky
I'm surrounded by the stars and moon
and your eyes bring a sweet sigh
next are your lips
which kiss me far to mars
I wake up on the ground again
seeing you in the stars.