thin as a siberian winteryesterday i saw a swallow-tailedthin as a siberian winter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
legs, child-hips lean
like a fingernail moon
and thought maybe
i could understand
today, i remembered that
will never be
skinny as a bird peeled to the bone.
Variation on a themeThere's beauty in cacophony,Variation on a theme3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where sorrow's heartstrings
play at triple f,
and crescendo to an earthquake
of unrequited love.
An enigmatic silence
allows but one sweet whisper
that fades from Echo's mind;
Our world's imperfect stage
is warpèd boredom,
sighing for love's intrigue
and longing for its
to spin such tales again.
But look again
as limelight fades;
behind the masquerade
you see a sickened
of gold wrapped up in stone.
Kitethe sky's egg,Kite4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so speckled with birds yet unborn
I sold it,
for the streamers of sunlight
caught in your hair.
if we shouldn't love itearth's dusty bodyif we shouldn't love it4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
thick green hair brushes
my pallor toes
i climb earth's
many branch fingers,
the callous bark
scraping my legs
i'm pressing lips to leaves
between the earth's thumb
At least, i think soI cannot findAt least, i think so4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the hidden message
between each strand
of your long red hair
or in the indented patterns
in the palms of your pallid hands
Or between the silence
of our elastic brushing lips
But somehow I can
within the slow breath you take to fill your lungs
Words are the KillersdrowningWords are the Killers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sun's been cast and the die
is rolling, tarnished sweet surfaces
of love strolling, 'long the rough-hewn
board-walk of life
ice cream cones and laughter, friends
and the smell of healthy sunshine,
water lapping at your toes and such
i'm drowning and i can't
look at the beautiful shells and
pick some up, no one will miss them,
put them in your red plastic bucket,
no one will care
i'm drowning and i can't breathe,
giggle at the guys as they walk by,
and know that you'll never make the
catch - but hey, what's to stop from
i'm drowning and i can't breathe,
please save me from this fate,
i don't deserve
if the ice cream melts before you
can eat it, don't worry 'cause you
can just buy another; there aren't
i'm drowning and i can't breathe,
please save me from this fate,
i don't deserve to die, i don't deserve
to cry, but
words can't help me now.
the ink is revolting, the pen is
Fabric of timeSpin me a gown,Fabric of time4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the fabrics of time,
With gnarled fingers
And skewered eyes.
Let it fall to the floor,
And bind me wrist to wrist.
Covering these bruised limbs
With a shroud of innocence.
Let it burn,
Like the morning sun,
And play tricks with my face,
Creating a healthy glow
To replace sickened expressions.
Adorn my head with jewels,
Crafted by slaves,
Who have witnessed the colours
Of vulgar words.
Let them shimmer,
Glinting like my eyes,
As unholy thoughts
Distort youthful curves.
Let them balance upon my brow,
Like the scales of right and wrong,
Which lay precariously
Upon my hands.
Dress me in all my sins,
But don't be surprised
When they fit so well.
Suspira - a firstThe dandelions cried today.Suspira - a first3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because after the dusktime,
Where lonely shadows
Take out their fraying edges,
Morning really has broken.
Words un-spoken, songs un-sung;
And morning, this time,
Doesn't quite cut it.
The blackbird's gone missing.
Sometimes I wonder
If it was ever really there.
dawna slave girl ascends the stepsdawn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with posture straight
as she enters alone-
slowly beats a drum
resonant and low,
mantra chants thrum,
brass bells on red cords blow
before sunrise on a breeze
as she lowers with fluid grace
to rest upon her knees-
with serene upturned face
incense and cultured flowers,
'neath bowers; ancient sentinels
of memories more ancient
hold the echoes from years
of a thousand fold, of a
million tears, that stand mute
in shadow as the girl bows low
mouthing new prayers...
temple monks pass in procession
in robes of orange
of the faithful
while a drum beats slow
for the dawn of the new year
as the gentle one prays
at the altar, to hear
it on this happiest of days
summerwhite clouds fuse and swirl,summer4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
swimming across the blue sky...
chasing the dry sun.
solitonautumn leaves crackle beneathsoliton3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bare feet and indian summer heat
chasing a tale that ended long before
all that was left gathered around her fire
darkness falls harder now, at the end of days
bringing in the sort of cold only alone knows
and the memory of what i saw in what i found
plays a starring role in my chilly night sky
it was love,
vAmplike a moonbeamvAmp3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
across the dusty floor
she danced, she
took my love notes
and made music that
sounded like indigo, she
cast shadows on shadows
and scribed hearts on
the window pane, she
showed me how tears
move around smiles on
their way to the chin, she
let me curl my fingertips
over hers pressed tiny
palm to larger, she
read unfortunate fortunes
in tea leaves resting
in last night's cup, she
danced and danced
and danced desire's
step by step, she
Madonnaher face a saffron blush-Madonna5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a Madonna at dusk
stands at a barred window,
a cracked adobe cameo
of myrtle and palm fronds
I pause, spellbound
amidst slow-rising dust
from my barefoot trek
through a quiet village
to contemplate the new moon
when the Andalusia sky
is lavender and violet,
the village youths
a lamentation with lanterns
passing before their Madonna
bathed in the scent
of orange and mint,
through her gypsy hair
a raven's wingspread
The sky deepens-
blend with the soil
a distant row of cypress
marking where the road lies-
from the belfry, storks emerge
to glide majestically
in a slow, widening arc
their shadows undulate
o'er the cheekbone of a riverbed-
the dying sun casts its yield
through newly plowed fields
My Sweeti saw you in my dreams, you see.My Sweet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you looked me in the eyes. you said:
lightning will strike, mountains will shake. the sky will cry salty tears of grief and never stop.
the earth will buck beneath you. buildings will collapse and fires will burn.
don't you know the world will end?
i saw you in my dreams, you see.
i looked you in the eyes. i said:
it matters not.
for my world ceased the instant the light left your eyes.
the price of escape-the price of escape3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mental mud and dog days:
wanted three cents
to buy a rose. what color she asked him and he
said pink like a newborn rat small
enough to flush between your palms
like moon through mulberry glass.
he is the undulations of a city breathing boat rides.
how can she turn away when
a boy makes her think of building as the
birds do herself a marvel of nesting to be
undone. travel is a painful expansion
and pink roses are
the hard of a new city against cold cheeks.
a flower is always more than a flower it
is a passage or street.
her mother is afraid of the condensation of
his condescension; afraid he'll become a man
who screams whore
while outside the
leaves dip and duck and
the rain cuts everything
up and that word sits like some mad bird
sad bird against her joints and
tendons. hard to dislodge.
but no he's kind and anyway
she would risk anything
for a land
with white lies on trees and music box dancers in
stagnant water, their
voices held hostag
What I Now Know.one day you will understand:What I Now Know.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fireworks are made of
chemistry and calculations.
they will turn to smoke
faster than they bloom.
one day you will realise that magic
is mostly lies.
the lifespan of mayfliesshe whispers secrets into the trees;the lifespan of mayflies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's faint and hushed, but her voice leaks through thin tree veins.
branches seemingly enveloping her in the warmest embrace,
she knows they're always listening.
they shed their coats,
the cold wind kisses both her cheeks and ruffles her hair
leaves fall around her, soft footsteps on the soil.
with silent eyes and still lips, she watched the warmth seep out from the trees,
this sight, so fragile as the air froze before her fingertips.
she watches her friends die quietly,
and the colours swirl around her like wildfire.
Our Seismic ActivitiesOnce upon a time, every fingerbredth of my skin was covered in the swirls and ridges of your ardent love.Our Seismic Activities4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't help that I crave the sensation of your greedy sepia fingers between my anxious ivory ones, just like the feeling of your chunky cobweb chatter between my eager ears. Those intricate gossamer vows descend as frosty flakes onto burnt cheeks, but lies are lies no matter who tells them. I am but a gullible ghost, a figment of your adoration. You should have pulled your acid tongue out before it pillaged my insides.
Mornings taste like caramel, but only when they're ripe. They manifest themselves as sunbeams to dent your sinewy skull. The army of adhesions that are in a state of perpetual war with your forehead make you more stubborn even than Napoleon, and more reckless even than me. In the season of reasonable doubt you cured my fear of the dark. The blackest place I've ever been is the back of your mind.
Behind your sugar-glazed eyes there's a map of paradise as you see it.
sweet home-sweet home3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hearts would cluster in
ladybug swarms pulsing
anxiety, wings courting light
to seek the advice of this
i'd reply with a
tenderly pronounce love as
a tea leaf only the holder
can divine and
send them on t
IntoxicatedSip, my dear, and fall down drunkIntoxicated4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Into the haze of a golden day
With buildings melting like glittering tears
And traffic chasing the stars away
When we sit on our rooftop lawn chairs
And toast ourselves to the rosy sky
Taking a few soft, stolen hours
To gladly drown in each other's eyes.
Our Discontent Made Gloriousin winter days, mother wakes heavy-liddedOur Discontent Made Glorious3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as her skeleton recollects itself
in a half-thought arrangement of curious limbs,
trying to teach the ribcage
how to sew back together its columns of rough-hewn teeth
so her swelling light does not spill through open slits,
a heart anchored firmly in her chest and pushing fire
through tangled veins.
tender bones shake off lakes of snow
from where they drifted into the craters that hide
behind her knees
while the thickened night presses forests of gentle bruises into an aching spine
and counts all the ways dead trees could blossom. white-winged larks
are the first to flock to such harvests, alighting on her arms
to drink the marrow buried beneath unturned skin as they would
at cusp between
birdsong and dawn, mother
sheds away the faces of the moon.
each phase pools crescent-shaped
onto softly-trodden floorboards
and sighs into the curve of her ankles as her eyes
look to the west to sketch shadows against
i'm not one for apologiesthe earth is crashing down around me, the sky is sailing away and my tin can dreams are trailing behind it making as much noise as they can, screaming catch us if you can. i need a friend with talking hands, one who will say what they are feeling as their touch demands. my heart is sinking into my stomach like a billion grains of sand, i'm getting sick, time to turn over, my arms are too weak for hand stands.i'm not one for apologies4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i don't think you will worry but i'm insisting that you don't; i have made it my goal to get my fingers pinched in doors and my knees constricted by telephone cords. i plan on wounded trials and heavy empty hours displacing the air in my lungs until i wash up on indebted shores. i need a friend who doesn't see me as another chore, i'm getting sick, it's time to turn over, my immune system's too weak for any more.
believe me when i say i refuse to be a mess, believe that i am not romantic but an aphrodisiac at best. i can feel birth pains for something bigger, contracting within th