Just Before Class - RushSitting here,
I'm in a rush
to finish now
without a fuss
as this homework
was not remembered
Told right now,
by sitting friend
that there is something
at the end
that had slipped my mind...
Memory left behind
Now I sit
and now I wait
for the sound of feet
we can't escape
Class soon begins---
Here she comes
with coffee in hand
and click clack shuns
of escaping now
Here she comes,
to the waiting crowd
of students by her door
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle DumTweedle dee and Tweedle dum,Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
were sitting here upon my thumb,
when one squeak exclaim he,
that we were not,
but we were we.
Said Tweedle Dum to Dee,
you foolish silly,
we are not we,
but we are us,
and Dum and Dee caused quite a fuss,
racket and clacket of this and thus
about who we were
and what we are
this and that and even so far
to say that us is not we
and we are not we
and so they argued endlessly
of the possiblities
of something useless as
us.. or we...
or were or me..
What could it be..?
Let Me OUTPay attention to me!Let Me OUT8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look up to my eyes!
Let me out
and kill our silent lies
Let me out, let me out
to brush upon each I meet
to leave my mark
to live life deep
Oh why you kept me
You keep me hidden
like some scar
some flawed part of your perfection
Someone you wish you could kick out
Like a doubt,
in all you believe
Let me free
You are me
you are me
You won't accept
you cannot see
You cover me up with powder
you slap on a dab of red
You want to hide me from the world
you'd rather me be dead
Let me out!
Let me go!
If you don't want me to stay
then I'll leave, you know
I'll never come back
I'm unwanted here
you can't understand
and you're swallowed by fear
Let me out
or let me go...
I'm you, you know
GoodbyeMy heart stops.Goodbye9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The air is silent all around me
As life, an orchestra falls quiet,
And as I stand here, trying to breathe
I suddenly feel empty.
I'm standing by the resting sea,
Could you tell me, what's it like to be
I whisper a prayer to you,
Only to you, I hope you can hear it
As on the shore, I sit
Staring at the sky,
Tears forming around my eyes-
I could easily cry forever for you.
I grasp the sand within my hands
Every grain, the seconds we shared,
Each moment, each memory, every time you cared
But now you're not here...
But up there.
I wish you would reply when I pray
Just to hear your voice once more,
I'm going to miss you more than words can say
But I'll think of you every single day,
I'll remember the way you used to sing
And all the happiness you used to bring,
The smile you gave that echoed warmth
And every hug that welcomed me in.
I hated seeing you in pain.
The sky bursts open, down comes the rain,
Each drop, a chorus, a lament,
But I'll sit for a
I Love Everything About YouI look at you with tears in my eyesI Love Everything About You9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You turn your head in shame
You hold your hands over your face
You think you are to blame
Your wrists are like your note-pad
They're covered with your pain
The scars they burn so deeply
Just above the vein
The razor blades are just like pens
They write down your very mind
They release your pain and anger
That's hidden from the naked eye
You only wish to leave here
To forget all your sorrow
But you refuse to let me down
With no hope left for tomorrow
You strive on toward the blank of nothingness
For you have no reasons to
But you can't quite seem to understand
How much I would miss you
Even if I'm ignorant
You see not of what I feel
I feel for you with all I have
What I feel for you is real
I love your very essence
I love your smile, your eyes
I love your voice, your being
Nothing of you I could despise
I can't hold you here forever
I can't keep you long
I figured maybe we'd be together…
But all I have is this song…
The GrimThe trees, they shudder,The Grim9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun, it hides
As from the darkest pit arrives
The silent lord of death's disguise.
He sat upon a throne of thorns
And to her soul he bloody scorned
From every kiss that led him pain
From her lips of lust contain.
Now he roams within the land,
A sharpened weapon in his hand
Made from bones, he walks the night
With tasks to take souls to the light.
But he smiles, an evil grin,
To his lair he takes them in,
The only life that he can share
After kissing her, he fatally dared.
He was thrown out of sight
No more to witness such delights.
Satan took his life away
For touching Sin he led astray.
But she was kept at Satan's side
For his commands she did obide,
But now the Grim's forever alone,
And all that's left is a body of bones.
To feel no more an emotion of heart,
Satan took his heart apart
And with his last words forever his sorrow,
"Dead today, dust tomorrow."
The Rain CameI dug around for you for days, unhorsingThe Rain Came6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
worms from clods of earth until I found the shine
that meant you lay beneath. You came
out of nowhere, you grew, you wanted to leave.
All I had was a shovel and a packed lunch, five pence
of foreign money, and all for you.
But i ran out too quickly and you wandered
off with nothing - not even flowers
from another tomb, not even stones
or the prayers hanging over long-rested
earth. You just went, in the way
that you do, and now I wonder
where you are and what you do for food
and succour. You mustn't worry.
I worry (who pulled you from damp earth) but you,
you run free. If there is anything you took
from me, know that I was always afraid -
for how you would know I loved you.
Losing Your MindIt's cold, and a slight sense of amnesia throbs the veins.Losing Your Mind9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hazel trees are tortured.
He pens blood into a remarkable display
on the burnt parchment,
then sends it off to an abstract dream lurking in Baltimore.
Lonely hours dance their finest.
Missing Monday because the clouds are still watching
their Sunday night film.
It's blurry, but they don't mind.
(Charlie's a good actor.)
Palm exposed; ashes stir.
Revolutions come and go, and he finds
easy conversation in the aqua strawberries.
They lay cool upon the rocks. [suave]
A visitor knocks.
The downtempo beat staggers a bit more slower.
Drunken jazz but it's paradise.
What's there to wonder in Wonderland?
Abstract Sexyour lipsAbstract Sex7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into a prism of taunts
teasing the tightrope
between lust and libido.
i am a slave to your
and sexual heresy
shifting dense through your fingertips
like an electric symphony,
of our provocative thievery.
this backseat sex binge
the lucid taste
of each penetration i find
to the beautiful time
of our midnight crime.
we drown in
as the pinnacle rises.
you h y p n o t i z e
of my erotic chemistry
[like alluring puppetry]
and mesmerize me effortlessly
into your pleasure
deep into slow motion--distorted celebrities
hiding from those curious
Tragedy behind fairytalesTragedy behind fairytales9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Parted my lips
and never said goodbye
I left them open
leaving my tongue brittle and dry
This was another heartache, well worth feeling
but such pain sent my mind spiraling
into a void. That void had no end
but I wasn't about to go back just to begin
spiraling again. It was too much.
Truth spread smoothly onto a table
and suddenly this romantic fairytale love
was now this tragic fable in my story book.
I ripped out the pages, making sure the story wouldn't be retold
But watching these pages burn within dying flames
left me cold, shivering in this embrace of imaginary arms.
It always began with
"So and so got her prince, they lived happily ever after
until one fateful day, he tore her heart open
and threw it away."
Never-ending neverland turned to dust
with black ink run-off onto a cold floor
I was crushed again I didn't want anymore
Closed my lips
and couldn't say goodbye
Fairytale was over….
Don't Know Love, Can SwingI Don't Know Love, But I Can SwingDon't Know Love, Can Swing8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well-versed in the syncopations
of love's first calls and fully read-up
on the sonnets available from the muse,
this park swing finds me an avid follower
of a new way. I don't know love anymore,
but I do know swinging in the park. And I find it
hard to fathom that there is any depth
left in the subject that cannot be
plumbed by kicking the ground hard
and having your heart lurch into your
mouth indecently. Love is,
after all, only an abstract way to trip
yourself repeatedly and blame it on someone.
And heartbreak is every scraped knee, gravel
and blood embedded obscenely in each other.
I'd rather wager my fortune on a swing
tied with ropes too long, than a man
tied with words and promises
to me, tied with words and promises -
No, I'd rather fight gravity, lose
and fight again, than love a man
and love a man and come down,
hit the ground and love a man again.
Beautiful Senselessthe distance from those brown bankrupt eyesBeautiful Senseless9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the defeated brilliance
in the corner
had slammed her off from a beautiful senseless.
she saw her thoughts
reverberating throughout an echo
in an illusive bridge.
[she crossed it once when she lost sight of herself]
so deepened into a composition
to loosen the strings that slit a few smiles
from a gentle secrecy.
she says she's fine
so i ask her what time her nightmare is leaving
on the train headed west
in a crush of a rain.
an understanding distorted,
her mind plateaus wi
a thousand timesif i wrote you a thousand wordsa thousand times4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-would you read them all?
if i sang you a thousand songs
-would you listen to every one?
if i kissed you a thousand times
-would you still kiss me back?
if i gave you a thousand hugs
-would each one be special?
if i changed my mind a thousand times
-would you still love me?
The Living Trees1.The Living Trees8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When all the knots aren't
tied, none of my violences
matter. I am only a gust of wind
and the man won't take his coat off
for me. You will always be the sun -
too hot and insistent, and they'll
all disrobe before they know you've spoiled
me for a fight. And I'll just blow, and blow.
When all the knots
aren't tied, do you know who you've gone
and married in your dreams?
Deep under a pool, the living trees.
Deep under the chill lake, three
new ways to love. We dive
like ducks in dreams, we dive
like ducks that don't come up.
What dryad nymphs are these?
Deep under water, they call.
Three ways, three trees, three
new kinds of fall.
Like I pack
and pens. Three new
kinds of sex. I've tucked
them all into each
other so one's as
handy as another when
the time comes. I'm packing
a Bible, too, I always do,
because your people shall
be my people and your God
shall be my God and ruth
is something I must wrap
in swaddling clothing, tuck
into my breast
- inspiration -- inspiration -8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
- inspiration -
we laugh when we deem appropriate
we die when we must
she said, you're so fucked up
so we just smiled
warm sunlight falls through the sky
dull curtains firmly shut
writing through the endless night
magicians conjuring atmosphere
and we laugh
because when is it ever true?
waters cascade, flying high
elevating through the sky, clouds so
creativity don't need to make sense
when we're joyous
can't guarantee works
audiences applaud for tragedies,
rainbows contain shades of pink?
all we'll ever need
is one another
realism, maybe, right
i want back my red rose
crimson equals blood
cut veins open
she didn't tighten her noose
images weave, and
A pause in a deep conversationStill.A pause in a deep conversation8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It can be a motion ceased,
Or perhaps it is a lease
On a moment about to pass,
Sunny days, bare feet on grass;
Maybe too it is a rue
Of future fears unsurpassed
In a searching mind...
Flesh and blood...
It comes and goes,
A seed on the breeze of time,
Of a million cast woes
That writhe and mime
Taking root in the throes
Of death and dying.
[Seeking isn't looking or finding,
Strangest FogStrangest fog, this illness.Strangest Fog9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sylvia talked of tulips and white hospitals
when I was seventeen, and I thought,
"This is morose. This is what maudlin
is meant to mean. What strange
self-indulgence." And now,
I see the inside, or I saw it, once.
It's when the eyes recede into the caverns
of the mind, like cupping your hands
at your temples, except it's bone and skin,
in walls around you and the bright at the end
of the tunnel is really very white.
Walk like your body
is not your all.
Talk like a tin can kicked
down the road to sandstone,
soapstone lives you've lived, built
from the matter of your mind,
abrasive, dissolving, waterfalls of memory -
I used to hallucinate when I was younger am I still
hallucinating am I still younger -
Sylvia wrote hospital ice boxes
and no one ever see the day
of dead children or yellow fl
To Go FarTo Go Far7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Woman, you said you wouldn't
leave the world behind. All the pieces,
you had all the pieces in a line and you were measuring
and drawing routes, bus trips back to where
you think things start. This suitcase
on the stoop, then, mustn't be yours.
Woman, you said you'd got a ticket out
and a ticket out for me, that we'd both be
over the moon by now. But you live limpid
in the city lights and I live the same nights
and between us, we can't weave enough of a day.
There is no fading, love, and no saving.
This white-on-white hospital light
you've brought outside with you
is all of your strength. You show up against
grey skies, you ghost in lamplight,
you love your children unborn. They are
dreams, as you're a dream, as is the hand
warming your palm. There is no hand, woman,
warming your palm, you've left it behind, named
for a dream dissolve. So no one is saviour, or victor, or love.
There is just us alone. Why remove us
from the road? Why remove us to jasmine
and this melancholy star? Woman,
Steal a kiss from the deadSteal a kiss from the dead9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think I've cried for the last time
Tummy's all twisted
As the spiders nest
The cobwebs tangled, mending
That hole in my chest…
No…you're off by a little
Move to the center, on to the left
The gaping wound upon my breast
Where my heart used to be
I can't remember how it used to beat
It always had an irregular melody…
I'm trying to write out the words
The best way
While hiding my pain
See this smile
It's fake just like the laugh we shared today
If you knew the truth
Would you help me continue this lie?
Bit by bit, I just wish I could die in your arms tonight
Hurt BeforeHurt Before8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Footprints on the heart,
Tears in the soul.
Burning scars etched in:
You're too broken to be whole.
In the dark walls of the mind.
You wear a constant mask,
So we don't see what's behind.
You say you want someone to love you,
And you need someone to hold.
What you want, you never will get:
As the creased heart won't unfold.
Bitter pills of affection,
At the heart they tore.
You know too well, what it's like
You've been hurt before.
Abandoned House.Abandoned House7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
The creaks of the wooden fall..
Our steps have a beat of their own and
I cannot write of dancing anymore
the dance-floor is full of pigs wearing pearls
and unshaven red-light girls
Summer sings me a familiar song of
Hot Heartbreaks and
the empty staircase
Meet me there in winter and the energy
Will flow between our undone stitching
I cannot hate the attic though I have tried
It cannot stand any longer as it submits its strength to
was once those clouds
are my Abandoned House
now you fall around me
Tell Her - Border SeriesWill you still persist, axe to your ownTell Her - Border Series8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
throat, standing on the front lines?
I love your body, don't you love your body?
And all the dead rebound off
the ground, and say, "Tell her to
stop, Kyla, tell her to come live
on this side of the line, where there is
sparse shelling and time for tea between.
Tell her the world is made for dirt and water
which take care of their own - they take
care of their own in the end. No holding
the world, tell her, no carrying it on
your shoulders like that's what it means
to be strong." I was on the field, my love,
when they said, "Tell her
it's her that has gravity, she already
calls the earth to her knees."