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the slow unfoldthe slow unfoldthe slow unfold2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a tired flower
that can't decide
if it wants the sun
the moon
or a starless night
Where is water
Where is air
Where is the ground to stand on
to hold onto
into
Where are the bees
the might-be`s
the wherefors
the answers to why
and do I really want to?
plastic paththe plastic bags pile up in wallsplastic path2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
channeling the way he walks
building his directions
recording his history
making him secure
take away his trash
and give to him his freedom
he will be so very scared
forgetting who he was
terrified of future
a probable suicide
mocking our wayMocking birds sing in treesmocking our way2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sing on wires
Making fun of ravens
vultures
skulls
Putting on colourful finery copied from macaws
dressed by Gianni Versace
when he was alive and well
and gay in spirit of joy
How quickly mockingbirds forget all sorrow
By pretending to be happy
they are.
Falling with itnearly every innocenceFalling with it2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once inhabited
is leaving me
or is gone
less noticed
like dandruff
falling with it
dried-up self-righteousness
after snugglingpalms wander over the extra blanketafter snuggling2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gracing an icy wrist in place of a breast
what is wrong with me?
over the mountain, falling
an avalanche down to the belly
I ponder what's inside
a heart, under the cage
floating as a jelly-fish
I read the hair follicles on her skull
like braille
no soft secrets detected
wonder the french for 'bare clowns'...
hunter eyes glare at an empty space
previously dreamed there
leave in the morning
but, she doesn't wake.
counter-invasion tacticThe blood pump sits there brokencounter-invasion tactic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Incorruptible corrosion
guards it from invasion
Never!
Never again shall infatuation penetrate
defenses built by recovery from terror
Iron blood and attacking rain
combine to make my armour
I shall be safe from love!
A ringingnoticingA ringing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a ringing
in my ears
wondering
if something nearby
just exploded
(quietly)
But No CigarThe black x's are on the back of my handsBut No Cigar3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as they should be. The house is empty,
the television a little too loud.
You and your friend
were here half an hour ago.
The girl on the late-night commercial
wants me to have phone sex with strangers,
but I only go on cheap dates.
I think, you will never say
whether or not
you like me.
I think
I just want to be the taste
in someone else's mouth.
I just want to be someone else's problem.
Just for awhile. But
there are only so many words
in this language, and half of them "yes,"
and every "yes" is just "no"
being polite. And I
don't want to want anymore,
because you won't lie but t
heywell,hey3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i called you, twice,
but no one answered the phone,
so i guess
i wont be speaking with you tonight,
which is a shame because
i really miss you right now,
don't ask me why,
i love who you are, and i miss you.
i'm having issues with materialism right now
and appearances,
those being of people and things, that are
dressed up to look intriguing and fantastic,
but don't deliver anything
we really needed.
i feel looked over,
outcast even,
just,
me.
nothing special,
which is bullshit,
because we all shine on,
like the moon and the stars and the sun,
yada yada yada,
i just feel like im not cool
or interesting
or that t
UntitledUntitled3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is an entire ocean flowing in my veins
bubbling below the surface.
A tidal wave yearns to crash upon your shore.
A hurricane is waiting to overtake you
and drown you with its power.
My fingers are currents urging you under,
trapping you in my arms.
[A butterfly lands on the crook of your neck
and a tsunami pulls us in,
a mixture of chemical reactions and good old fashioned
boy meets girl.]
break3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Oh, The Games We've PlayedOh, The Games We've Played3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You smell like cologne and skin, your fingertips are rough and slightly calloused, and the bruises on your forearm remind me of Orion's Belt. You listen to music I can't understand, but I love watching your head move to the beat and your lips form the lyrics you love. You're detrimental to my health, boy, because every time you're near my blood pressure rises and a coil of heat forms in the pit of my stomach that only your touch can dissipate. "She's got looks that kill," you tease, your lips against mine. You play the solo on my hip, your hands pressing deeper into my skin as mine run through your hair. When it comes to you, the lines bet
You Always Believe Me No matter how long the daysYou Always Believe Me3 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
beat properly,
all the while telling you that this time
I won't b
hysteriaventilatedont leave me dont leave me dont leave me dont leave mehysteriaventilate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
please dont leave me oh please i need you need you
breath you god i need you until i bleed out from the
overdosing strain on my heart and head fingers
knees and toes knees and toast! a toast to us and
me and you and your eyes your hesitant grasp and even
your pain because that is a part of everything you are
everythingeyestinging sea sprayeverything3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
lazy-dog afternoons and
everything you are
just another x to add to the oi shouldve known right from thejust another x to add to the o3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
beginning that you'd be bad for me.
you had the look in your eyes, a
predators stare, hungry, wild.
i shoulve ran, but i hardly had a
chance to take a second glance.
well, now youve stole my happy, my
future, my past, and im taking it back.
im going to undo this mess youve left
me in. you made me cry, you made me scream.
im just returning the favour.
AwkwardlyShe is free, wild, and selfish.Awkwardly3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am tired, and hopelessly tame, and would selfishly do anything for her.
I save my ideas in neversent text drafts for later, (she already went over her monthly limit for him anyways)
Her's, always spontaneous and fiery, onthespot and passionate.
I wait for her fingers;
She pulls me along at breakneck speeds (the highway would envy)
She has had too much of everyone
And I have next to none of her head on my spinal cord.
lies, lies, lies.music is magic, love is alies, lies, lies.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lie, the moon is cheese and
i'm free of fate. my tongue
is dripping the truth like
corroding acid and not
not double negatives.
electricity runs laps up and
down my fingers, never leaving,
never leaving. dreams fry
in my pan mind, curling black,
unspent.
sighs bubble.
you asked, "how do your
fingers move so fast?" and
continue practicing the piano
yourself (but you stared at his
ass, tonight. screw you.)
maybe one night i can
soak in the moonlight without
dwelling on sonatas or
love, or lies that masquerade
as truth. i'd choose fantasy
because truth is too plain,
but only if that fantasy
doesn
reek of sweetI'm tired ofreek of sweet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this constantistent plum
meting feeling
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
not france -paris apartment-When you say that your mind is dark,not france -paris apartment-3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that you yourself are not to be seen,
you will always remain a curiosity.
I now understand how near repulsiveness and love are
when seeing you stand there smiling.
reality checktruth: i'm in love with being somebody i'm not.reality check3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
truth: i'm in love with that burning in my tummy
whenever i drink too much whiskey too fast.
truth: i'm in love with being surrounded by people
that love to stare at me, and only me, while i
tear up the dancefloor and grab everyone's attention.
truth: i'm in love with being this kind of single,
the kind of single where it doesn't matter who i
end up with at the end of the night, the kind of
single where i get to decide who, when, and where.
lie: i'm in love with you.
truth: i'm a tease.
i only promise tonighthis fingers smell like cigarettesi only promise tonight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and his breath tastes like mint
mixed with malt. his heartbeat
is always steady and sure, a
constant in an equation for
security. his hair is silk between
my calloused fingers and palms,
the strands catching on my
hardened fingerprints.
he's got bruises and scars
on his knees from adventures
gone awry. his arms can
carry the weight of the world
and my equilibrium can change
based on his hot and cold smile.
he's got a weathered face
that contains hidden freckles
between his eyebrows and his
crinkly eyes, some are scattered
across his nose and cheeks like
little brown stars on a tan sky.
he
seven wonders of the worldred is your stubby blood nails under the summer sun by the pool. you are wet, glistening in the heat, wearing a dazzling smile. your hair is carefully wound into a tight ponytail so your chicken pox scars are visible. they're like craters on the face of the moon. only make it look more glorious (if it's even possible).seven wonders of the world3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i dip my toes in and force a fragile smile. try my best to ignore the teal chipping off my own fingertips.
orange is fourth of july funnel cakes. your presence creates an untouchable aura around us; they look but dare not touch. we are goddesses that reflect awe and beauty in their eyes. your laugh is the hiss of sparklers, m
amour'you actually believe in love?'amour3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'yes. how can't you believe in love?'
'garrett, look at our parents. your dad's a drunk, he treats you and your mom like shit, your mom works two jobs so he can buy whiskey. my parents split up almost right after i was born. they don't love each other, none of them do.'
'but they had to have been in love at one time, kat. i believe with all my heart that my dad used to be a good guy. mom says that i remind her of him, and i sure as hell ain't a drunk. he must have some good in him.'
'i guess.'
'you still don't believe in love, do you?'
'nope.'
'you're so damn stubborn.'
'you like it.'
'no, i love it.'
Sta.sh
