I hope so much that we may talk for one brief moment today. I did not sleep last night, but stayed awake all night, reading your letters. Over and over. The largest smile fell across my face, as if it were a guided missile, falling towards it's target, and landing perfectly. I hope that the same fate befalls you. My heart was found this morning, littered across my floor. In shards. Yet as I remembered your face and put it back together, it did not cut me once. Rather fell into place, as if nothing had occurred. We have been brought to a point of perfection. To the extreme that I wonder if some of the heart pieces were not mine, but your own. For when I placed it back together, it seemed larger, and more full than before. There are times I had looked at my heart, and as viewing it, felt that it was misshapen. At times it seemed to hold too little. Like a sealed jar of water, slowly evaporating. And at other times it would press outward, reforming, and reshaping itself again,
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
Not YouNot You11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There's a stranger in my bed.
He's really amazing and perfect in many ways.
I thought he was my saviour for a little while.
But even now, as he lays sleeping like a child,
I wish he was you.
When I first saw him,
he was everything I ever wanted in a man.
His eyes are warm, and so is his smile.
I just wanted to forget you,
and had a few too many drinks.
I laughed with him, I sang with him,
and before I knew it, I kissed him.
As they say, one thing led to another,
and now he's in my bed.
I can't say it wasn't nice,
because it's been too long since I've done this.
But I regret doing this to him,
this beautiful young man in my bed.
I know I've said he was perfect in many ways,
but you see, he has one major flaw.
One that is not his fault.
He's not you.
GunslingingGunslinging11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
says the author at our building door,
"that there are no fires in Brooklyn."
But he is blind at 8:00,
and too easily persuaded by the dole of feminists
skinned by gabbling coins,
as good a donation as a hunger artist could hope for.
His only subjects of choice are
and the sexual affections of male ballet dancers;
but he has never broached them in the same conversation.
This is why. This is why,
when we hear him talking about fire,
we are all thrown from the memory
of our standard/gather-round/assumed positions,
and why we all
to find vacant plots on the cement around him,
and whip out our lighters and dear cigarettes:
agile, self-mangling gunslingers,
we have been prepared for this pleasant novelty
.The.Truth.Comes.Out..The.Truth.Comes.Out.11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Looking at my bloody knife
Don't know what I was thinking
When I took daddy's life
A murderer I am, killing my own blood
Escaping my guilty feelings
Leaving you helpless in the mud
In your room standing still
So puzzled and confused
On my intentions to kill
Can't help this growing desire
Picking up my knife again
My target to kill is now on fire
I see my mother the one I hate
I turn to run
But she sees me, too late
Maybe she seen dad already dead
Or maybe she'll just think
That his new jackets really red
The attention she gave me was zero to none
I'm going to kill her
For what she's done
She looks at me in a surprised state
My look is the opposite
A look of hate
Her eyes are sad as she cries
Those eyes won't be blue anymore
Not even the moment she dies
She approaches me her arms out wide
I get my knife ready
I have nothing to hide
Still crying she doesn't see
like a long lost mother
She runs to hug me
The knife goes in pretty deep
Surprised and panicked
She begins to weep
She looks at
ice.coldice.cold11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've spent ten years walking through the snow
and it makes me nervous to know,
how you've floated by.
how you've spent these ten years
with the experience and knowledge.
ten years with the lights on.
I've just been drifting by.
walking through this snow which should have melted
i shouldn't be here.
I should just go.
Beautiful BloodBeautiful Blood11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With tattered wrists
Scarlet, ripped and torn
Await the kiss
Steel as sharp as thorn
Steel caress against my skin
A stained macabre dream
Make me crave, desire, obsess
Mute my haunted scream
You free my soul's harsh cage
Smear my body magenta
My own Beautiful Blood