Lilt Hubris But LovinglyLilt Hubris But Lovingly4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I shake the most when I've never felt stiller than a mountain of laundry flattered by the detachment of fastening my jacket before dying feigns the sheets wonder of bed life like before the linen shelf was filed or lightheaded domination died in the drying of people as special as you're making my feeling like a car salesman in a Plato costume we're seeing through and through seeing the bonafide fibers and stupid gold chains of the softest names for real hardness parting reigns so we're black horses waving back to tunnel ending strangers so like life that the translucence is sucking death off our shadow for new grossness's beginning fresh as baby's supernova so murmurous of the purpose poised in my superfluous point of speaking from the peak of Whateverest that I bet nothing ever better than a wet bone to gnaw was never left alone to press bare paw right against the raw stone so I let her know it's a dog feeling patience like panacea is knowing the weather and when to be or not to be al
This FoolThis Fool9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I didn't know where I was headed until I,
Woke up this morning.
I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and I,
Read the classified section.
I didn't know who I wanted to be until I,
Walked outside and saw the blue sky and the white clouds and I realized..
I don't want to be anybody but me,
I love the way I smile, I love the way I steadily breathe.
My hair is knots and so is my stomach,
But I'd rather be this fool.
Sometimes I'm a mess and I feel like I'm being chased by my past,
I just hold my head and wonder how long these feelings will last.
And there are times when I am a lost cause--a deer struck by an angry car,
Broken bathroom tiles, an eviction notice, a forgotten rock star, but..
I don't want to be anybody but me,
I love the way I laugh, I like the way I fall.
My steps are without confidence and so is my heart,
But I'd rather be this fool.
Everything in life changes--no matter what, this much is true,
The sun goes down, the moon comes up, the sun goes down,
holding.you are lovely. even when you're notholding.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
which is most of the time.
you don't speak often.
and yet, i hold on like a
suicide jumper hanging on for a saviour
for a sign that maybe things don't have to end like this.
give me a reason not to jump.
you speak softly, rarely
and i swear, i still wear yellow to catch your attention,
i still put a traffic cone on my head
in hopes that you'll divert, stop, take notice of the road.
please don't swerve me aside.
if you could open me up like you open their legs
if you could open your eyes to me
i promise, i could be more.
i could be more than this girl who is standing in front of you
pretending that she wants nothing more than to be your friend
pretending that she wants nothing more than to laugh with you
when really, all she wants is to make you smile.
all i want is to make you smile
and when we are listening to the beatles and smoking ourselves into other worlds, i am holding my tongue, holding my breath,
butterfly effectbutterfly effect3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
who would have thought this feeling could exist,
my heart aflutter at her batted lash?
what tempest has her love let loose, what mist
has come to pass over my mind? a crash
of breaths like sailors drawn by siren song
have kissed my shores of lung with weary ships.
their bodies pass on through as ghosts along
the rivers of my mind. by this eclipse
of thought, a chaos theory map unfurls,
my crescent lips, to guide the men within
Other Feathered Things little bird.Other Feathered Things4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Little fragile feathery
I have been
waiting for you
for all of my life. I have been
buying birdseed and letting the bread
go stale. I caught all the crickets,
I gave away the cats.
i have been waiting
in this dark
room with my hands cupped
like a supplicant to dust.
I try not to
that you will
because you will have many friends and
you will never
your small talons will scratch
my fingers, when you come, and i
if I keep you in a cage
if i leave you a
waterwater5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The raven-haired boys come on the twenty-eighth of every month, when our city grows ill. The buildings will begin to peel, copper under skins gleaming like blood under the gasping sun, and they will navigate their way between them to Central Square, where it is the driest of all. There, the streets are ashen--parched. Dust fills their creases, unforgiving. Beside them, sewers open their gaping mouths, waiting for water that will not come. And then, there are the water towers; the structures that have spread the name of our city to millions of households abroad. "Gleaming tokens", they've been called, but gleam is the last thing they do. Looming stout and unimpressive over the twelve acres of Central Square, they smile at the everyday passerby with chapped cement lips and scar-ridden faces. Wry.
But the boys, they are unlike our city. They are beautiful, like birds, with
Subtletieshe tasted of December, voracious love withSubtleties5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a pinch of sweet, sweet
where's your shimmer.
did you lose it when you lost your way?
she tasted of the night and pear blossoms and miracles
and kept her strength in a drawstring bag
looped at her hip
premade perfection isn't for those who wander or those who wonder
you can't have my forever
and I don't want
empty seashellsi'm the boy--empty seashells5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no, i'm a boy.
you're the boy
who's just an
but convinces all
that you hold
(even though you're
not really a boy.)
i'm a boy who
hates peeling off
his shirt because it
reminds him that
he's just dancing
bones (and that
the skeletons in
his closet are bad,
even if he also
uses them as
i'm a famous boy
who no one knows.
i coined the phrase
"air, air everywhere
but not a gasp to
breathe," but no one
heard. all i
anyway is just an
you came along
and told me that
i am me, and slowly
i came to believe it.
the shock widened
my eyes, my heart,
the pipes in my lungs;
now i can breathe.
i'm the boy who
can lounge with
his shirt off, 'cause
he knows his skin
can't be taken to the
i'm the boy who
learned from a-
nother boy that if
you believe you
have an ocean
inside, others will
hear it, too.
second servingi like you splayedsecond serving5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in your seat like
a bell flower
awaiting your first
and the sunlight
tangled in your hair,
golden like sparks,
as the morning
clashes with the
knot in your brow
most of all, i like
the way--after we
twisted like spaghetti,
curled in a bowl--
when i came
back for seconds
echoes.it's been a monthechoes.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but my skin says
a month too long
your skin says
the flocks of
taking flight in my body
the seashells lining
so i will always sound
like the ocean
the glass bottles
the greenest of my eyes
i'm just fog off the water
i'll be gone by tomorrow
but i'll be back
reek of sweetI'm tired ofreek of sweet5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this constantistent plum
I'm sick of your smiles and secrets, your sthighs and shrhugs, your scooching away silently
I didn't don't need you and your running around my head
I don't want your pity (i don't get enough)
I hun--ger instead for that last
cold embrace (i don't get enough)
cooling my molecules so I can lose my hea(r)t
three-courseshe was sweet, that's true. parlor candy, straight off the countertop sweet.three-course4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
creamy, starsoft, a lever-dessert with just the right amount of shallow ice.
she was always the right size for a teaspoon.
i guess you would be some kind of stew then. ironic, i know.
but you're everything rich and deep and aroma curls in the shape of your hair and the hotburst taste of reality with doubt subtly sprinkled.
i always put too much on my plate but i don't think i'd mind searing my tongue.
unfortunately, i'd be nowhere in comparison.
probably a frankenstein concoction of bilewine sour flavoured with i-can't-believe-you're-not-bitter.
i'd be a disappetizer, watery eggwhite not stirred enough and fingerbread crumbling apart,
most likely still chilled from being left alone in the freezer since last winter.
even i'd lose my appetite.
adjusting to a new environmentIf you ever want to loveadjusting to a new environment5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
me, here are a few tips:
Adjust the spacing of 'a never'
to 'an ever'. Adjust to climate
changes. Adjust your legs to
fit my bed size. Call me Jelly.
Adjust your hips' position to match mine.
Read just the letters and not the wor()d
Readjust the spacing. Adjust to a world
without peanut butter or daisies or sex.
Adjust the volume of your moans,
so we don't wake your roommate
or parents or the neighbourhood.
Try not to break any thermostats
as you adjust body temperature.
Adjust the room temperature;
it's getting hot in here. Adjust
to living in each new house or
poem I write you in. Adjust to
poor capitalisation and British
Adjust to me telling you what
to do, or at least not listening
to you. Adjust to my constant
metaphors and ADHD. Adjust
to maladjustments and pretty
luck. Or witty luck. Or shitty
luck. Adjust to rhymes, even
though I hate them. Tell me
my fingers taste like oranges.the ghosts in my bathroom mirror played charades with my reflection, and the glare of my anxiety echoed through my skin. my lung capacity shriveled up in its seashell carapace like a hermit crab or a dying tortoise, but arent we all just turtles stuck on our backs? arent we all just brittle skeletons trapped in skinbowls?my fingers taste like oranges.5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
i peeled the aurora
from the citrus sunrise
like ultraviolet scabs
from hollow rind.
lately, my memorys been marching tangy tangos in moshpit ballrooms, and bruising like a wastebasket of rotten fruit. i tried refreshing the page, but the swirling adjectives in my mind skipped their shift to skip stones. last tuesday, i bit my nails to the core because of you, but this wasnt even about you originally, so now i have to polish my looking glass again. because remember? my mirror is polish and my shadow is swedish and all my kitchen appliances are european.
the gremlins and goblins in my ca
You Always Believe MeNo matter how long the daysYou Always Believe Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or dark the nights
I will see you again.
Peering through the glass in spider webs held
between two trees of gleaming emerald
I will see you waiting
as beautiful as ever
beckoning me farther into the dream world
you created for me.
I will see you in your place amongst the stars
singing as teardrops fall from your mouth to the ground
your eyes searching for only me
(it's always been me)
and I will hold you
and tell you everything's going to be all right;
I will sew the rips in your wings
and mend your heart ventricles so they
all the while telling you that this time
I won't be gone nearly as long
because I know it kills you when I'm away.
You will believe me.
You always believe me.
But I--I'm finding it harder to live between two realities
and you, while so beautiful,
are slowly fading to ash
made of blood, bone, and imagination.