Kiss From A RoseYesterday, I was walking down a crowded street until I found this girl standing on the corner with dark red hair. She told me her name was Rose and one day she wanted to be on Broadway. I told her I was a writer and had a dream of being published but my words weren't nearly pretty enough. They were nothing compared to her bright blue eyes that were striking enough to burn out all the stars in the sky. I had a tendency to fall short of breath but she knocked the wind out of me for an entirely different reason.Kiss From A Rose4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Later that week, we went on our first date to this small Italian restaurant where everyone had thick accents and we felt a little out of place. It didn't really matter at that point though because I was only trying to understand the strings of words she was projecting from her speaker box. I learned that she was adopted from an orphanage when she was 8 and graduated from high school when she was 16 where she finished at the top of her class. She went to a college for the performin
SearchingAlone in the darknessSearching4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In front of a mirror
With nothing but silence
Searching for love
Sometimes it is like a candle
You light it,
But it can be blown out
Sometimes it is like a death
When it eventually passes away
Sitting there alone
Searching for love
offerings of a ghostand there was a vague veracityofferings of a ghost4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the whisper of your touch
that faded like feathers of frost
before the fevered kiss
of my breath.
winter settled slowly
down the curling knots of my spine
the same path
where your lips once burned
like candles in the night,
shadows tossed high
as autumn leaves riding reckless
on the wind.
at times i feel
this cup of bones
will crumble, blood and ash
and only that
and heavy hearts too full to bear
will break against the cool,
upturned cheek of earth
bare of greenery
but veiled in sinking snow.
your every echo is a curse
limned in regret
and the sting of dark hair whipping
in my brimming eyes
carries the coldest winds
across whitewashed memory,
the bite of ice built
upon a wasteland.
even a shiver cannot shake
the ringing feeling
that your absence speaks
a greater truth
that you were never here
Mirrors for Miracles.Lovely little masquerade...Mirrors for Miracles.6 years ago in Other More Like This
double-dipped in ivory,
that has been sugar-coated with
diamond bright icing and non-pareils.
Oh, how it sparkles,
with thousands of glass-eyes upon it
and hands reaching for one touch of every surface
for the travesty of miracle's sake and sake of travestical mirrors.
its so sour, so... mmm.
Sweet when it hangs from your lips,
yet bitter as it falls from them and into mine.
Tell me... will you ever tell the truth?
make me blue foreverwe had sex between empty boxes on the floormake me blue forever3 years ago in Letters More Like This
and the scent of vanilla and dragon's blood incense
made everything seem more vacant than it had to be.
the room was cool but too warm beneath his skin,
between his and mine. the ashtray was half-full,
i noticed, as we moved across the floor,
and the smell of summer dying
was coasting through an open window. i became
infatuated with the knowledge that fall was coming.
soon it would be cold. i could smoke,stare at the sky
and maybe i'd stop purging. maybe
i'd commit to health, stop cutting and anxiety.
maybe i would change.
or maybe i'd keep promising myself that until next fall.
all the while, i am changing, just not in ways i want.
i corrode internally. i turn so blue that i begin to
fade into the sky.
he grabs my hips and moves me, tipping me up
and steadying me to ride him, the phosphorescence
of the quiet bright room seemingly ingested by me.
A girl called MorphineShe's twitching in the cornerA girl called Morphine6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coming down from her buzz.
There's a prescription bottle in her hand
I can see her mind turning wheels for once.
I know she doesn't want to do it
But the burn is all she craves.
She never wanted to be a looser,
Somehow it's all she became.
Her eyes whip back and forth
To see who would notice her leave.
She takes a breath, get's to her feet.
The bottle clutched to her heaving chest
She shuts the bathroom door.
The sound of the lock so loud
Inside the four by four little room.
She empties the bottle on the counter
Counting them in two's.
Her life doesn't really matter
So she crushes all sixteen.
With quick precision she lines
The powder into rows of three.
Fumbles in her pocket for a dollar,
Up her nose she swallows every one.
The morphine hits her quickly,
On the floor she falls, she twitches.
Unable to scream,
She'd changed her mind,
The drug took over
Silently she cried,
She fades away from reality.
ThiefLies, he told me as I sipped a tart, Apple Burst tea. Apple Burst, they called it, and I thought it appropriate.Thief6 years ago in Erotic More Like This
His hand slipped.
It Burst to the floor, abandoning the liquid in Apple-blood flames.
I wont tolerate all of this flavor, he claimed, a slender, coarse finger circling the rim. My hand remained still, in a death grip, to an invisible frame.
I reached out for him, an apologetic reply hanging on my tongue.
No, he turned to me, his hand grazing my throat, veins swelling from his skin. You were never sorry, he griped, thrashing out a menacing look.
My heart hung from a wire.
And he was weaving it through.
I swallowed halfway. Halfway, it was, like he held a notch in my throat; this light-switch life, at his leisure to disengage.
Hurt? Sarcastic pity glossed over his eyes. I looked at him, my night in shining armor, once strong enough to hold his own sword. What weighed on him now? The poison resentment, serve
friendsto the extentfriends6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that anyone can be a friend,
(despite the endless oceanwalls, flattened fisheyes, abysmal wingflaps that span our interstice;
despite that i am a box of words)
know that i am yours.
Blackbird Pupilsdont look at meBlackbird Pupils6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with those eyes
bluebird green and hazel-ache
mine, already hollowed out
and daily leak-
i cannot bear your
youd see all those wax demonshades
youd know the clockworks run
i read some other poet,
his words were blackice bludgeoners, soundless suturing socket spikes, hammergods, each one,
the last cicada to flee the moult.
but he hasnt the orbs to ruin me.
almost no one has
Sir's TheologyBlack, grey, and blue in the rainbowSir's Theology3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And pink and gold in the rain,
Bloodied and bruised at the wedding
Cleanliness oft dyes the stains.
Rose-fashioned cheeks on the corpses;
A child who reeks of cadaver.
A memory upsets the future
And backwards we tumble thereafter.
A scientist hollers, "My God!" as
A preacher cites psalms of Einstein:
"Science without religion is lame,
Religion without science is blind."
Truth is assumed by believers
In ignorance masked as blind faith
"An angel!" he clings to the lie
When, truly, his reaper's a wraith.
These murkiest sources reveal
What mirrors so often condemn,
That hindsight beckons man forward
To never be sightless again.
Morning ChantSlightly damp -Morning Chant4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lust left me messy
The sounds above -
I stayed under..
because everything was mine.
A Process of PregnationRipened to paralysis, the ebb and flow of ideasA Process of Pregnation5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cascade down my legs, a crimson leak of
infertility and hatred from the love-place, that accursed baby maker.
They just grow to break the laws we love,
so I nip them in the bud in a seedy alley behind a pub,
coat-hanger and all.
If 'ignorance is bliss', then I am miserable,
once again impregnated by dissent, that monochrome
ticking of a bomb in my swollen law-breaker.
Here individuality is false,
delusions of grandeur for the whole, not the self.
Megalomania is dead and buried in good health.
Our waggling tongues speak junk. Drown the
baby-faced flesh now, before it learns
of the abhorred textual sextual worlds we conceal
in our think-place, our tinker boxes,
and burn the books, and keep them safe
from any ineffectual waif.
Tell me now.I had a thoughtless mind for flattering wordsTell me now.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Had I been ungreatful for meanings given and taken as meaningless
Spare my time from thinking so nasty
Know they'd come back worse
Throw at me your best
And i'll listen closer this time
Because I know it's worth
They'll be found in my front pocket
You know this time, it's beyond a meaning and sound
Because I can hold it with me.
Spiritual GraspSweet iridescence wraps my body,Spiritual Grasp6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while delicate waves of magic hold,
I am cocooned within enlightenment,
beholding the aura that streams of gold.
The balance of energy shall become centered,
for clarity has approached as a goal,
I want to feel the warmth of protection,
and see the Azure within the cold.
I wasn't alwaysI wasn't always so cold,I wasn't always6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to be warm and tender,
But that was before ...
My heart used to race,
at an unusual pace.
Now it lumbers slowly.
I used to love the spring,
with it's songs of life and promise.
Now everyday is winter.
I remember those hot nights,
when everything felt so right.
Now your side of the bed is cold.
At least it matches my heart.
ApeirophobiaSpace:Apeirophobia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the perpetual evil
spilling from the center
dousing the light
with wicked hands.
I am asphyxiated
by the noxious substance.
God's immortal age
an imposing vacuum.
I am stripped of all walls
I long for the shroud,
pregnant with my soul.
I fear the immeasurable flight
to the absent bottom,
the unsettling stillness
of a death unearned.
There is limitlessness
in the omnipotent palm,
I am dangling
from enigmatic threads.
I will never graze the surface
or merely comprehend
the Way of Truth is folly.
ashesyou made a listashes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of every storm bearing your name,
then you set it afire.
flames like autumn leaves
carried the tear-stained memories into oblivion
dancing to the unsteady beat of a victory prelude
(or was it a death march?)
until nothing remained of it but ashes.
mere ashes, swept under the rug
-- ironically screaming WELCOME HOME --
but ashes always show their faces
when you least expect it
...or at least when they are called out to play.
and play they will,
flirting with the remnants of Taylor Hanson and Santa Claus,
who aimlessly float like Bobble Head figurines
inside the murky waters
of the childhood memories you prayed to God would never find you again.
want some candy? they'll taunt.
some flowers? some beauty? some love?
of course you do.
in one moment's time,
one blinding flash of red,
you find yourself willing to forget everything you once learned
to invest in another lottery ticket from hell.
--but it said that "everyone is a
Funeral FormulaPastoral goodness swallows memoriesFuneral Formula5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a thousand psalms and hymns. Solemn brickwork
patched up over years of peasantry torment me.
Amongst those statues
I see no vestige of you in Mary's face.
Cocktails with cranberry juice, a remnant of
taste, sour but supple, washed down the
mothballs of unspoken words in my throat,
innocent at best, i'm wasted
but I always try not to choke.
Lacking in suit,
and composure the relatives said,
words tumbled out in a flurry,
a gushing outburst, unstructured and dumb,
but with more meaning than the clergy.
I cannot pass judgment,
years spent trying to find hidden meaning
behind those psalms and hymns
i've realised, you were just another
beaten body with following formula.
stopwatches, literally.i am dangling here,stopwatches, literally.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for gravity.
there is a man,
his eyes as dark as death,
who sits in his kitchen
listening to the hum
of the rusted refrigerator
and the beat
of his own failing heart.
with his frigid fingers,
he stops the clock
above the stove.
there is no time,
i am dangling here,
protrudes from my mouth,
like a macabre bird
from a cuckoo clock.
the man in the kitchen
has stilled the clock.
i had muttered,
and stilling my own clocks,
with my own cold, cold hands.
i am dangling here,
waiting for the paramedics,
as the clocks refuse to tick
AloneShe lists the things he hated;Alone6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As those now all in his home.
She rests her head defeated
As her father's love is scorned.
A wicked twist of fate,
Unleashed upon those close.
And the weeks go by alone,
Living seldom in a shell.
She traced the path the arms leave,
On the clock upon the wall.
And wonders how he's feeling;
Living freely all alone.
A Witty Saying Proves Nothing. I wrote a love noteA Witty Saying Proves Nothing.6 years ago in Other More Like This
on your paper heart
in ruby-fly lipstick style,
but it melted in the heat
of your sweet hunger...
And those sultry verses,
on my own heart,
are filled out with
your saccharine melody.
Friends?Cold bloodedFriends?7 years ago in Other More Like This
Skinned my very flesh
In despite of my innocence
Implored to me that all I ever was
Had everything to do with you
Colored me to suit your mood
Wore my like a bracelet
The sweet danish of petulance
Coinciding with sugar filled reverence
everyone knows what's behind that smile<i>
Inspiring ScarlettHer skirtsInspiring Scarlett3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Play with your dreams
those flushing reds
At your mouth
he doesn't know
how to jump in
to even the score
So you bid, hurry
and let her words
do the pacing
Marring the thoughts
because her fingers
Just like the child
In graveyard hollows