The Black Hole VicinityMy pulse no longer beats
in tune with every honk
and my feet are out of place
with your walk;
I can barely keep up.
This city numbs my very bones
and I write but cannot talk;
the words keep freezing in my mouth.
I shuffle and shiver,
grinding my teeth at night,
while every other cog
is moving, moving, moving
and I am fully stopped.
EscapeI'm trying to escape,Escape10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to get away,
trying to ignore what they do,
forget about what they say.
No move I ever make,
can ever be one right,
every simple thing I say,
always starts a fight.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
the way I'm supposed to be,
the thing is your slowly killing me,
why can't you see?
I'd really like to run away,
where someone would understand,
to someone who could see my pain,
and gently take my hand.
-she seeks solace-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the crevices of her mind
because it's the only place
where innocence still remains;
and it is the only place
where she can think
without the corruption of the world plaguing her mind.
Processes of PurityWhen Jeremy and IProcesses of Purity11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walk down Westmoor in
February, I know the
Nasturtium leaves have
Collected rain water in the
Center of their green veined
Hearts. The glass beads have
Gathered large and clear and the
Cavities of our chests lay
Open and convex. Willing we are, for the
Desert there knows no quench.
Green will purify the acid run-off
As it puddles within us. Breathing
Droplets will filter through the
Flimsy cheesecloth and
Strike the sand in silence. Perhaps
Light will transfigure each into
Bits of bread—flaked, illumined,
Descending. But the black writhing
Wire trees below will refuse to be
Dampened or fed, screaming
Abuse at One who requests the
Raising of birch bark arms into
His monochrome sky.
Let Me DieLet me dieLet Me Die15 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me die,
It hurts to live,
Let me die,
My soul to give.
I want to die,
Give me rest,
I don't want to try,
Just a bullet in the chest.
Every acrid breath makes sweet death,
Like the gentle touch of a lovers caress.
Let me die,
I beg you please,
Pain and disease
Are only a tease.
Give me a place,
Where I can be free,
Where demons wont chase,
And torture me
FlawedInsecurities.Flawed6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Screaming at me,
clawing at every inch
of my body.
That little voice inside my head
sounding strangely like my own,
tearing me down,
from the inside.
Each hate-filled blow,
hits harder than the last.
Each self-inflicted cut,
hidden in shame,
nonexistent to the piercing eyes of others,
visible only in that lonely mirror reflection.
little dotted lines drawn
over every flawed bit of me.
Not pretty enough,
There is not a perfect inch
within my being.
Why can't I be beautiful?
SummerWebbed skin stretchesSummer9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a pale oddity
across my spread toes.
against the hanging heat
low, sea-level lurking,
cocooning my unfolded
drops of coolness, beads
sliding down my copper-sun
water filled balloon, bobbing
lazily, a frog's translucent
egg, tinged with the promise of
Heat pulls it down, pinions me
to the concrete sidewalks
my grass-stained knees.
-you sometimes f o r g e t-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
who you really are
beneath the facade
— — because it is too painful
to acknowledge your sins.
-i. the world would be a better place if-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
no longer existed
there is far too little time
to hold such bitterness in our hearts.
ii. the world would be a better place if
we found homes
in each other
home is where the heart is,
and my heart lies with you.
iii. the world would be a better place if
to believe in ourselves
it’s okay to fall
when you will rise once more.
iv. the world would be a better place if
the scars that adorn our bodies
in our flaws.
v. the world is a better place
because of your kindness
and everything you do.
but it also meansIt's mundane,but it also means9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the soda aisle
and my wandering, walking up
then down. I frown to distract.
And buy the soda you love
because you might, you
might be here to have it. Though
with I need a drink.
I don't need a drink.
The same strength, faux-weak
ness that I will always have,
and tell myself I learned from you.
I buy it, afraid I won't like the taste,
or maybe I will and it'll be there
for a few days squishing along inside me.
It's just fucking soda, but it also means
I still love you.
He Thinks By FireCastlesHe Thinks By Fire12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Set the scene in Vienna, Rome
Tripoli - countries in cities.
Restaurants in the shade.
Men in chairs
With white straw hats, the sun curve
Of the day, and buzzing of motors on
Family visits an old man.
A hearty dinner, the sun a shine on the glass.
She says tell
Like you used to.
The boys poke the ground,
Fiddle with the earth,
Before he sighs.
I sign in blood.
A column splits, spoken
Ramparts, assailed corridors.
Degraded anarchs in the veins.
I hear Fire.
Random chaos in
The voi- voi- Void.
And my entry read:
'Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'entrate!'
Abandon all hope, ye who enter!
The stun is complete. Boys caught moving
Sag down and shake.
She asks why? How?
And he repeats, numbly:
Abandon all hope, ye who enter.
if I called youif I called you10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your skin is like cat-flaps, I tug on scar tissue, spluttering
chewed up adjectives all over.
You did not believe me when I said 'you are a camera
snapping shut, your flash is too close
to my iris and I choke on the slouch in your stare'
You thought you were more of a photo album, an open book
with a spine that arches when I kiss your happy endings
then slap you shut, because I care about things
like the colour of your finger tips
and when you do not have time for dinner.
If I told you that you push yourself between my eyelashes at night
and leave red footprints on my cheeks for days,
what would you say?
If I told you that sometimes there's a dent
in my left rib cage where dust settles and smiles drop out,
would your chest ache too? If I told you I wrote this poem for you
at 1:07 am to stop myself calling you to say I miss you I miss you I miss you over and over
until all the water-yous loosen, meeting the carpet
would you say you miss me too?
I tried to unhinge my hair fro
finding your life jacketfinding your life jacket10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a heart like numb limbs,
bad circulation tingles hands
and essays are like a bus journey in rush hour.
I often take naps before the sun
and take walks with the moon.
This is not planned,
this loosening of eyelids, this creaking
of floorboards, this plucking of organs
one by one, so I can get to the centre
where insects play and warmth hides
in the damp.
I did not say this would be easy, this re-hydrating
of lips so I can let kisses go back
where they belong, I do not want to be brittle
with aeroplane hair and match stick smiles that splinter.
I'm trying to find somewhere to go you see,
where cigarettes and supermarkets are not important,
it is not always that simple to find yourself again
under old CDs and that look in your parents eyes
when you return home with slumpping bags
full of eyeballs and clothes three sizes too large.
The world does not care if I am holding a magnifying glass
up to my flesh or holding broken plates tight
or saying 'I am great, thanks' when I really mea