ScrutinyAnd when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,Scrutiny7 years ago in Open More Like This
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
~ T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
I am going through the keyless gate
to watch and wait,
to wander here and there among the proud,
among the white and old whose wisdom rots, repressed, untold:
the soporific royals wreathed in leaves of gold.
And to them I shall read aloud from the Book,
read of the sins their lips have took
and upon me they shall look and patiently reflect
I am lost in my own depth, I will say
in a slight, impartial way
(for I lack violets and an antic princes love)
and they, floating through their channels deep
dare to drown me in my sleep and in their orisons remember
So shall I be a queen bone and ash,
of crawling worms and sullied, melting flesh.
Kissed by death, I shall burn upon a pyre
knowing only distance and desire and, rising from the fire,
I shall step with soft, unfettered feet
i am falling with youi.i am falling with you7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
there is no need in this, only want.
i fear for my safety, and you know this.
i dont know if i should be disturbed by your telling me that you would kill them if they ever hurt me, and yet you are nearly a man too. i am disturbed by how far i let you in and i am glad you cant see how you are the one who could hurt me most of all, and
only the trust i have in you will prevent that eventuality.
i have always been an obstinate creature. my mother spent years telling everyone who asked how i spent days clinging to the inside of her womb, unwilling to come out with the rose-tinted, nostalgic wisdom of infants. maybe it was obduracy. maybe it was fear.
you are the only one who could undecide me, and you have. and i am.
you watch me open the door to you in my dressing gown, warm from the water of recent showers. are you sick? you ask, taking me in as i let you in, because you know i only ever
The Poet's DreamLast night I dreamt that life was sleeping,The Poet's Dream6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And a man held in his keeping
All the souls of all the dying,
Cold and crying, lost and lying,
Harvest of the reapers reaping
And Gods vacant sighing.
With troubled mind I paused his pacing,
Asked him, though my heart was racing,
Will I, sir, end here someday
With all these souls like pallid clay?
Tell me what it is Im facing
And whether I will end this way?
The man just laughed and turned aside,
But still the truth he could not hide;
Said, When you wake upon the morrow,
One day hence will fall your sorrow,
For nothing pushes Death aside
That you can beg or borrow.
I cried out then and cursed my fate,
Can I not my own Death abate?
A poet I, and think while living
What fair gifts I have been giving
To this world of fear and hate
With poems that breed forgiving.
If that is so, my child, he said,
Death may not be your lot when dead,
For though you soon must pass away
Love In A MouseholeBecause we would not show our love like wares,Love In A Mousehole6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like bright and nacreous baubles fading fast,
Displayed for all to see at passing fairs,
The world of cynics claimed it should not last;
Yet who are they to say what sacred things
Have slipped between the cracks of mortal sight
And slid to rest upon the lustrous wings
Of something less than wrong and more than right?
And there in some forgotten, downy lair,
Concealed within but slinking ever higher
Along the groove that shields it from the air,
It spins to higher heights than eyes aspire.
And thus our love by loving in a chink
Can grow more deep and high than man can think.
Honey, I'm Not Strong EnoughMaybe we couldHoney, I'm Not Strong Enough6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
keep eachother like
a secret or a postcard from
a time when
metamorphosis fell like rain and
looking felt like conversation and
I was "beautiful" and
you were "everything".
When we were
in tune with the powerlines and
And you could visit me and
no one would have to know,
just make sure you
wipe your feet on your way out.
And before you go
let me breathe you in because
I always loved the way you smell.
I kept that tshirt you lent to me so that
sleeping didn't feel like sickness.
Threesomei.Threesome4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the start, our budding love unfurled
Like poppies strewn across the morning sky,
And we within their depths lay drugged and curled.
In its prime, our love thrilled like a touch
Of lips on limbs, until a shadow crept
Into our bed and made a third too much.
In the end, our love sloughed off in sheaves,
Like light impaled upon the evening sky
Shedding sanguine streaks across the leaves.
The Patron Saint of TragedyMy wings are stained and batteredThe Patron Saint of Tragedy6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Torn and scattered to the wind
And hopelessness finds a place in my heart
In the centre of my earth, gnawing at my roots
So on faded marble white steps I,
With my head in my hands
And my soul squarely in my mouth,
Try in vein to keep the bile from spilling out
I can't even shut out the screaming voices
Or sniff out their malignant sources
Just left to my own devices
With a clockwork soldier for my mind
Our happy ending flutters in the cupped hands of Fate
With me at it's mercy, every movement, every thought I dictate
Belongs to him, and I am in his debt
Without whom I would never have known that heaven existed
My eyes are getting cold, and dull to the flame
My reason is dying out, soon to leave a hollow wooden shell
Like hell, I'm letting it take you to its depths
Don't wait for me, I'm coming with you
of doorknobs and love poemsyou remind me ofof doorknobs and love poems6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the stars in the sky,
the key under the doormat,
(when its pouring
and i locked myself out)
a whispered promise,
last piece of a jigsaw,
and a brass doorknob
that opens up to my heart.
The last bar in the MojaveClouds arrive at the paceThe last bar in the Mojave4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of oxen, stopping to drink
at the misshapen TV dish
picking up NASA signals.
The petrified cactus
near a humming Wurlitzer
says nothing. Lost travellers
stare at it by the bar,
hoping it might show them
the way, the bubbles in their
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
not noticing the clouds glowing
like lightbulbs with their electricity
and the entire desert moving
closer, ready to circle like moths.
FlyFly9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The great fallacy of my generation is
the foolish belief that one can take
two beautiful birds (each with
a single broken wing)
sew them together
oh so tight
IcarusYou've set me upIcarus6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To fly on paper wings
Stuck together with wax and twigs
A mockery of birds and angels
You said I'd love the sky
Call it my friend some day
That the sun would glide on them
These wings, these imitated things
So tell me father, Why am I falling
If you so carefully prepared
Then why am I scared, so afraid
As the Earth rises up to meet me
the seed greeted the asphalt -the seed greeted the asphalt with surprisethe seed greeted the asphalt -8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
, said it was set upon by early morning winds,
that they came from under the bridge by the bay,
rose up and turned like a freight train down the street;
ignoring the stop sign completely, causing an early commuter
to lean into it, squinting. discoloured leaves
rushed to fill its absence, falling over each other,
it said the heavy mass of pure air hit with such momentum
as to shake it off deliberately, making it a helpless
and unwilling hitchhiker for some 20 metres.
understandably less than ZeroI can't get these words rightunderstandably less than Zero8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the late nights
turned to screens
and songs you'll sing
so what's one more...
we make space
in the shape of
and I'm sorry
can't hold hands with
a ghost unless
you try hard enough
and I'm sorry
what I'd give to make
that drive again
sink in your city
sleep in your bed
the world's not right
and I'm sorry
if you loved me you would callWe could talk about bad TV andif you loved me you would call5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how I came home to a swarm of flies,
attacked them with hairspray and a shoe,
the book I read last night or a song that
reminded me of who you used to be -
if you loved me you would call and
the sound of your laughter would
make the world seem a bit smaller and maybe
I would sleep wrapped up in different dreams.
Instead of writing someone else love letters
and the quiet of my nights telling me what I knew
from the start. Maybe you never did
feel the way you wanted to.
OrigamiYou're a flat, two dimensional,Origami4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tabula Rasa. I fold you up,
Give you shape; life and depth.
BitterblackI am the crumpled heap so many have been beforeBitterblack6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one with gritted teeth and bloody wrists, lying on the floor
Who bites his tongue to hide his shame
Who hurts his loved ones and embodies the blame.
I am the thousands of tears that led up to this moment
Who only needed to be warmly wiped away for comfort
The senseless thinker who can take it no more
The sad and the sorry one, who shuts and locks his door.
I am the fears and insecurities,
The doubts and unhappy families
That haunt the world today
I am the one who's selfish acts
Have turned the world to grey
With roses black and coffins concealed
I am the wound in you that has not yet healed.