A Poet's FearWhen a poet loses their pen,A Poet's Fear9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
some think them out of their minds:
They become worn and ragged:
They become silent and fearsome.
But when the poet loses their voice,
A poet starves, a poet crumbles...
and it is like the Eiffel tower
comes crashing down;
into a million pieces.
What Rape Can't Tell YouHe parrots the word, over and over until it sticksWhat Rape Can't Tell You9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like the bruises on schoolchildren's hands, when they realize purple hurts more than red
While others mourn the translation lost in between
The definition he wrote
And what they want to scream to the world.
All you know is a word,
The hell hidden beneath it is nothing
But the trace of a memory that doesn't belong
To you, and you're so glad it isn't yours
Because then that pain can just be a word,
A beautiful illusion of pretend-this-doesn't-happen and
You deserve prettier words, better words, you think
Ones that stay silent, can be hidden across a page
Victimless and longer than the four letters they warn you about
You don't know how that word is strung
Or why they tie chords around their wrists
In protest, why the memories they drag are drugged and
Filthy with the crimes that can't be forgiven
You don't know how that syllable can hurt,
What it can do
You don't see the gashes in their organs
Or the fissures tha
2am poetry (you're always the subject line)I wish that you were still here by my side2am poetry (you're always the subject line)9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
instead of nestled in between the lines of my 2am poetry
because you deserve a better home than that
your name sits fervently on my lips
because I hope that with a whisper of those 5 little letters
that I can pull you from within the inscriptions on my
tree trunk ribs like a magician
pulling a rabbit from his silken hat.
I want to feel your words breathing down my neck
and your hands pressed against my quivering spine
as I stand at the edge of indecision--
you made me fear the fight rather than the fall
and now I'm addicted to the
the feeling of your wind beneath my wings.
we were an odd couple of misfits but we fit together:
you as the harmony and I the melody of a song no one else heard;
too many times I spent playing our soundtrack on repeat
as I danced across my room spinning &&
humming in the cold shadows of my lonely nights.
I wish that you were still here by my side
instead of nestled in between the lines of my 2am poetry
because I dese
oh, cassandrathe sun was a fooloh, cassandra6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when he thought himself worthy enough to
be blessed by the temple that
was your lips.
they all whispered.
like the delirium of a fever
that burns hotter than the
summer flames, turning skin
to paper and bones to dust.
but no -
for you shone bright
and the words that fell from your tongue
should have been enough to bring
all armies to their pathetic knees.
the future danced along
your fingertips the way
fire flirts with kindling.
and if the rest of the world
turns their faces away;
if the rest of the world
sneers with a scorn that would make
a snake hiss in displeasure,
i will bury a blade between
their ribs - one forged of
a god's belated remorse and a mortal's
Something Ugly and Something BeautifulThere was just me-Everything that I didSomething Ugly and Something Beautiful6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything that I was
Nothing else but all that I amAnd then there was something else-A crack of something
A smudge of something
Something else beneathAnd it grew-The something you introduced
Overwhelmed my everything
Revealing something newAnd it unveiled something ugly-But with every crack
And every smudge
You made it beautifulAnd then I understood.
For The Untapped WorthyYou think you're useless,For The Untapped Worthy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a burnt-black saucepan.
You think you're nothing, now,
but we'll drill some holes
through the rust--
we'll plant tall strands
of sunflowers & vetch,
and watch them bloom.
1902 (when you could see right through that paint)you are a faded impracticality,1902 (when you could see right through that paint)9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
folding yourself into beauty without reason,
and this, like origami stars, the things you should be -
participation in ownership leaving rows
of worn edges on your skin.
the touch of fields is on your toes,
a more consistent, enigmatic cling to your shirt
that falls away from wire frames and model-T
designs: a'77 premiere greys before the sun,
but you are only older where they smudged you,
where the pull of all the stars has rubbed you raw.
ephemeral frailty; the course of blood so clear
inside the mud, inside the storm,
buried deeper than the waves beneath the grain,
and smaller still:
you appear like the moon on a clouded night,
brighter than the stars but still so far away.
RhapsodyShe sang.Rhapsody3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
She sang, and her voice flowed
flowered in his mind's eye,
and her words were spun with a symphony of sensation -
spider weaving her web;
quicksilver pearls hanging in the air.
The music came to life in her hands.
The hills crescendoed and fell, an arpeggioed landscape.
The joys and the delights staccatoed their smiles across her face
like so many stars.
And when the music turned
to the adagio sorrows,
the feelings flourished,
poured from her heart and her mind and and her eyes and her fingertips dancing -
she painted the sky with her soul
and the colors were hardwired to his core.
And he sang along,
felt the music in her presence,
the rush of the emotions behind the choir and the keyboard,
the vibrations that resonated
in his chest,
in the fibers of hope and love and elation and pain
that are the harmonious chords
strung in the space between.
damaged goods.hearts don’t comedamaged goods.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with This Side Up stickers
and this metaphor is nearly
too worn-out for words ;
but I was bruised by the time
I landed on your doorstep, darling,
so every fight felt like
a forest fire, and every new compromise
tasted like cardboard ;
I had FRAGILE tattooed
all across my collarbones,
but that doesn’t mean
your hands were any less
stardustI am no beauty.stardust9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
my hips are too wide,
my skin has bumps and scars,
my thighs touch and
my hair is a bit messy.
but darling, I have a thousand worlds
and they're in my head.
and behind their cold glare,
my eyes hold a million stories.
my hands, aside from the shaking,
make music and art.
if you can look past my demons,
there are galaxies and stardust within me.
and if you gave me the time,
I can show you just how beautiful
I can really be
on the inside.