Upside-DownIn an upside-down world,Upside-Down11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our first meeting will lack shyness,
and the rules of social etiquette,
instead it'll be an insult towards you,
and a bullet through my head
shot from a smoking pistol,
you clutch in your hands.
We'll get to know each other through neglect,
I'll let you go to bed mad,
and you'll hurt me on a whim.
I'll never say I love you,
it's a privilege you can't get.
I'll simply shoo you off,
and you'll give me the finger and walk away.
In this world, where beginnings are tearful,
the endings will be our joy, they'll be the point
where we're supposed to fall in love,
and grow bored of our hurtful routine.
Only then, I'll pull you close and whisper,
about the first time I snapped a picture of
your heart melting smile, the one that
sent me tumbling to the ground,
in the middle of the road, and sent
my coffee splashing all over me.
You were the one who offered me help.
I'll admit I long for your embrace
in the cold mornings when it's raining
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,Mirror, Mirror1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
Sonnet to Breathabout the rib. it makes sense. at Out-Sonnet to Breath1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
back my father picks it up, gets it stuck in
his teeth, and like a brutish harpist plucks it out,
lets it settle. smoking preference? menthol. in-
door seat? the closest waterfall. they knife out
flower from vegetable. “the game” drags students in
collectively, like how a yawn moves-- uncoils out--
humanity starts rippling. how much of school was in
a herd like this? how much was ringworm? out
here is lonelier; my romance is silent. in
time I think of him and am bothered by it. out
the window steeps a sunrise. it’s five in
the morning. can he sleep? my laptop’s out
and holy Book! he’s up, but then— that rib again.
The Day The World Went AwayThe world went awayThe Day The World Went Away1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
wild and untethered
from now-loose neurons -
Oh how it flew
for that blind moment
before the lacework broke
and flung serotonin
against baroque wallpaper.
EndlessThe darkness matches your eyes,Endless1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it too much of an unfair accusation?
Or a bit too sad?
Perhaps it's a little too certain,
but I can't seem to care.
The kindness of your poems stirs
too many feelings I once buried,
an endless hunger, an exhaustion
that forced me to drop my jaded rings,
and lose the rose I once planted in my heart.
I offered you a field of bread,
soft pillows, and barely survived
the stomping horses that dragged
carriages of almonds to your feet
instead of running to the far edges of the world.
Spill your answers into me,
I still can't get myself to care,
whatever you say has lost its meaning,
I no longer know what's lie and what's the truth.
A wall stands between us now,
and darkness goes well with candles and wine,
but still a perfect match for the look in your eyes.
I know you're scrambling a reply, but
I know it's just as scattered as your shadows,
we no longer have a light.
I breathe, you breathe.
I blow, you blow.
I toss left and right, you toss ten
Tears of GlassI wish I had someone to comfort nowTears of Glass1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the girl staring back from the mirror-
I would whisper my love and hold her hand-
I would soak up her tears and find her smile.
But I can’t dry tears that are made of glass-
I can’t hear lovers’ words that are my own.
There is no one here who will hold me close,
and no companion I can charm to smile.
The only girl with whom I share sorrow
stares back from the mirror with tears of glass.