IrisI think he knows me. He knows of my stumble-tongue in regards to spoken words in the moment. I can not help but to apologize for that fault; I have never been good with words other than the tangible ones. Even though I have told him so, I'm not sure if he knows.
There is never enough to be said. A picture may be worth a thousand words but a thought can be told in a million ways. A single tongue can only know so many words, and it has always been difficult to find just the right ones that would help him understand, ones that would even help me to know just exactly what I mean. So I tell myself what I think I know, or what I want to think, or know to have thought. I tell myself of the thoughts thought, the thoughts that dwelled, and the thoughts known. Here is what I know.
We are not alone. I can not single you out, because it isn't only you that feels this way. We are not alone. Through your Iris the truth attempts to defy itself. It speaks to you in words that call you a Nobody,
I Don't Know, So Don't AskMy arms and hands and legs are cold, and I can't breatheI Don't Know, So Don't Ask3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[but that's okay]
The room's spinning and everything looks out of proportion
[but that's perfect]
My words, and thoughts too, for that matter, are slurring
[but that sounds beautiful]
My eyes are tracking things beyond your view
[but that's normal]
No, I'm fine, don't ask.
Supernova CasanovaWords funnel into your ear like liquid kisses,Supernova Casanova3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
whispers of sweet nothings amongst its hisses,
taunting your heart with what it misses,
a bag full of tricks for the peddler of wishes
How easy it is for the Casanova of speech,
the chords of your heart well in his reach,
he plucks with ease like a well tuned harp,
this devil's silver tongue is razor-sharp
He's a supernova Casanova
coming to play your heart over and over
He's a supernova Casanova
don't let his cloak of charm fool ya'
His seductive warfare upon your heart,
a verbal army invading innocent flesh,
a victory declared from the very start,
once good and evil combine and mesh
You, a puppet on his strings, his work is done,
confidence in his voice, a tongue well strung,
each chord he strikes the more his you become,
a welcome for him, open the hearts doors flung
He's a supernova Casanova
coming to play your heart over and over
He's a supernova Casanova
don't let his cloak of charm fool ya'
Your mind a slave to his hypnotic trance,
FragmentsYou're a broken soul, the most beautifulFragments3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
broken soul I have ever known.
There's a glow crowning your every lie,
like silver filaments concealing the truth.
In your mouth, all things are renewed.
Eerie is beautiful and beautiful is holy.
From your words uprises a whole new rosary
made of fiery prayers to a new pagan deity.
That must be why I keep coming back to you
as if you were the original essence of all things.
You slowly become the center of my gravity,
the axis on which my love and hate both revolve,
the starting point of my past
and the conclusion of my future.
The slivers of your shattered mind
reflect my quivering light like love prisms.
Myriads rainbows explode in the dark.
Colours flow from your broken soul
to the heavenly pond in which
the fragments of my own crushed heart
are enshrined, waiting for your messianic era.
A Memory ScathedBurnt are the wordsA Memory Scathed3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
upon your blazing lips,
setting fire to every
memory that mattered.
I sift through the ashes,
but everything worth
remembering is charred,
singed from the surface
to the very source
of our collective joy.
December 13th, 2010
A Love StoryA fortressA Love Story3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A wall crumbling
Its strength to protect is faltering as
brick by ancient brick
becomes dust removed and forgotten
Is that the goal?
To know what no one has ever touched
To hover and caress with compassion
To make human the monster that others
molded with the love of a mother's hand
You see through these scars and empty spaces
wrapping bones together with ribbons of light
Excavating encapsulated nightmares of time
Setting free the echoes of a bird caged heart
You break yourself over me
Becoming a window to the legend held in Camelot
Filling me with hope and desire
with an ultimatum
to listen with once deaf ears
to sing with a once mute tongue
to feel with the heart that was meant to beat
with the rhythm of the sun
bleeding immortal inkashes of buried wordsbleeding immortal ink3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
chiselled into totems
flourish glorious monochrome buds
that entice tomb raiders
with their clandestine knowledge
and pierce tender hearts
with their diverse melodies
of despondency's affair
resonating from scraps
of stained parchment
and entangled lyrics
torn from journals
written from poetry's
hanging from silver wire
like ornaments from
constellations of sunspots
and crystal pendulums
swinging in time to
of infernality's existent thoughts
where elysium plays
ring around the rosie
with the plagues of pain
Here's to YouHere's to you.Here's to You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here's to perusing the south,
zigging and zagging up rivers and
mountains and bayous.
I want every word
s t r e t c h e d
like a tenuous cloud.
I want every word to
fall upon your BlackHair. Wet the roof.
Here's to a connection.
Here's to putting my heart out --amidst the storm--
tell me you hear this.
Stardust pleading.. . she died in your armsStardust pleading.. .3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
translucent and crisp from the flames of a parasitic world
she had drenched herself in the gutter poisons of living
soaking up endless sheets of scars with
vials of darkness and depression..
she needed refraction
a deviation from the elite pustules of self-absorbed addictions
so she turned herself away
becoming a tendril of air
losing the curl
smudging out her hell
like the ink of a type written letter
basted and massaged in the "all you can eat" diner's
grease bin of medication
she butchered herself and let the pieces fall
because of a moment when a thought reached enlightenment
dead letteranchorless before the shoredead letter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my ripped up self
your silhouette against the rising sun
and me stuck between the lines
amorphous see me
look back at me
over the edge
over the edge again
I think I need you... to hold me?
this is written in red.no one really understands and they don't even try.this is written in red.3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
well don't let me speak
don't let me decide
don't let me handle my own fucking life.
i'm never going back there i'm never going back there i'm never.
don't try to make me
it's only getting worse.
and today i'm not eating with you
or talking it off
because "tell me what's wrong"
is something you should already know.
i'm overreacting but that's what it takes
to make my point across.
despite this all, i swear
i never faked it.
maybe once i was born for this but
i'm not the same person anymore.
MurdererYou stood there, and heldMurderer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the address to my heart
in your hands, ignoring
the inner struggle that had
all but faded away, brushing
aside consequence for
I was your trophy, your
treasure, the one you weren't
supposed to have; but you
were determined to make
me love you.
Shrines built to me in
colorful gifts and love letters.
Candles lit with every soft
spoken word and kiss.
Creeping in the dark corridors
of my conscience, exposing
my secrets and making them
your own so I would be forever
chained to you.
You break and come at me
with no warning, sharp
instruments held between your
lips and cutting me to pieces
until the crimson runs clear.
There is no life left in this body
except for the dull thud of a
useless heart that refuses
You make your escape and
give yourself a pat on the
back, always eluding and never
to be discovered. You wait
in the shadows until it's safe
to come out...and there she is...
Left of MeI miss you so very muchLeft of Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When these unwaivering moments cause me such suffering
You're no longer here to take away that pain
I hate you for leaving me all alone
In a world that is to scary for me
This bitterness and anger
It's always here
Now I am without love
And I no longer have anything left to lose
What is there left of me now?
what are we to each other?I'm not shiny, I'm not new or spotless toowhat are we to each other?3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But do I make you happy nonetheless
Do I bring a rare smile upon your somber face?
You're not perfect; you're not balanced or fair
But you manage to warm my bitter heart and spark a bit of life into my corpse of body
So let's hold hands and well get further together than alone
We'll be closer to a whole than to half alive
Lay your head next to mine to find more truths than lies and mysteries
Sometimes I think I'm not good enough
But then again
(In the end)I think we're the best for each other
When you're with meI can feel your heart beat,When you're with me3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
when cuddle close to me.
I feel it, as it would be mine.
How did I deserve it?
To be able to embrace you,
this kiss; oh so beautiful, my angel.
Everything smells of you.
Wherever my eyes seek yours,
it's a view that wants to be catch.
When you're with me,
The sun has a different glow
the pain disappeared, within your touch
so warm, so soft, I cry no more.
I grow in strength; heaven is all you give,
come to me once again
I want to feel the softness of your lips anew.
pendulumIt somehow accesses a depth of my mind that I can't even comprehend. It is an unheard frequency that triggers an erratic response, an arbitrarily melancholy nostalgia, an unstable psychosis. It's an adrenaline only produced by an unknown combination of those things, formerly unknown to me, and when first connected, well, it's uncanny. It can be a negative and a negative that should have never collided, or, hardly, a positively positive that procures an ambrosia, like a drug, to my nerves.pendulum3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's the venom when it first bites, then it's the antidote when I'm too far gone. I sometimes wonder if I'll ever come back, but somehow always do. My mind forces itself to believe that I had never gone, never reacted, never saw, never heard, never spoke. After I awake in the morning, a new reality begins, leaving the other one behind in a haze of a mystery, like a dream that perhaps never was dreamed, merely in my thoughts.
A learned mind perhaps rebels when lacking a stimulant. It is hardly the abse
Out ofI honestly have never been;Out of3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this out of breath for this;
your eyes met mine;
it was like the whole world was;
and we were standing;
in the middle of the ocean;
(only I was drowning;
because the way your lips look;
when you smile;
made me feel like fire was;
trying to burn its way out from my;
Watching your lips form;
the marks of;
left me unknowing of much else;
but the way they move;
(Complexity never was this;
difficult for me;
but the way you were made;
takes away my breath;
you took away the air in my;
i'm sitting here;
holding my carbon dioxide in my mouth;
just in case there's rejection;
when it attempts to mingle in the;
oxygen surrounding us;
to write, is to use wordsto write, is to use words to describe. to show. to reveal. perhaps even images and shades of ourselves, to ourselves. and even when the words and descriptions fail us. when we fail to capture the moments we really love, or really feel, or really wish to live inside forever, they remain with us, in one form or another. the residue of some kind of prolonged evening, where the clouds are slowly clearing, and the distant white accumulation of some fantastic fantasyland-like formation is becoming visible, or when the rains are falling, and the sunlight, like some kind of peach-hued fire is burning through silhouettes of trees, and on the screen of cloud and rising fog the imprint was projected and left its thumbprint imprinted on my mind. while walking by, wishing to stop and gaze and become lost in the moment, i collected these thoughts and moments and ideas and words and pictures and now here we are. here i am. there you are. reading these words. thinking your thoughts, while i sit here ato write, is to use words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Raw LoveDepictions of love, of true, real, raw loveRaw Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
break me down, speak to me in a way
that rips fibers of my heart out, and lays
them out in front of my eyes.
There is a pain, a jealousy, a longing that
is drawn from my core, bringing tears
that flow without my consent. When I
see the passion and sacrifice a person
makes for another, when I see a father
crying tears he never knew he had because
he sees his little girl in pain, when I see
a woman give her lover a kiss on the forehead,
and whisper in their ear that it's going to be fine,
a warmth runs over my body, and my lips tremble.
The moment a mother first holds her baby boy in
her arms, and she realizes that he is her reason
for living from now on, a grown man holding back
sobs while burring his best friend from childhood; a border collie,
I see these, and my heart becomes overwhelmed with feeling.
There is no numbness where numbness once resided,
there are only waves of emotion.
Memory JarVibrant companion,Memory Jar4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
embrace me alongside the ethereal clouds,
against the resonant blue sky.
Grip me tight; press unto my nerves tender strands of black and white.
Rest your snow-white breath on my shoulder,
evergreen perfume, intoxicating;
Each length of your august coat buried
benevolently brushing me, caressing me as the breeze strokes the Earth.
A deep, musing blue fix pulls me through the fathomless gates of heaven,
a yellow slumber with angels
May your eyes find me again, I plea.
Arouse an eager soul with operatic tones,
shaded by the gentle moon's glow.
Sing to me the soft alpine forest, the delicately sprinkled flurries of ice.
Dance with me alongside diaphanous reflections,
WorthDazzling clouds of dust embellish a somber portrait,Worth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Exhaling through splintered cracks,
Wisping softly around rotting edges.
Above the masked floor crippled fingers clutch the rose,
Growing feebler with each passing moment
While a discouraged ceiling struggles to keep the thorns contained.
Withering pedals dissipate
Illustrating memories of old,
Each giving its grey to the unfolding vignette:
The loved fall;
Weary eyes rest behind locked lids,
Never to touch the world again.
You keep your hand fixed on the rose,
Refusing to accept the aging clouds below.
You keep your head up hi
Day EightToday I missed yourDay Eight4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
warmth as I lay,
head on another boy's
stomach, on the floor
for a game. His breath
didn't melt away my
worries like yours
Today I missed those
car rides with you.
Curled up on a bus
seat talking to my
pad can't even match
arguing with you, and
listening to all our songs
doesn't help either.
Today I missed cutting -
through the baseball
fields with you, of course.
Kisses after slipping through
fences, and swinging arms
while flowers sway.
Flashbacks on buses with
actors might just be the
death of me.
"Miss me, miss me,
now you gotta
Today I missed your
protective hugs, and
resistance was futile in
pictures with two boy's
hands on my left shoulder.
I miss your touch all
Today I missed the way
you sleep. I miss after-
school when you're so half-
drunk with being half-
awake that you're cute.
Jumping into conciousness
before corners does that to
[Did it hurt?
Did what hurt?
When you fell for me?
BrilliantShe ripped your paper thin worldBrilliant3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a rush of feathers and talons
And you realized that your reality
was a lie...
And her's was the truth and it became
Everything in that moment of
Sharp pierces and soft feathers
Lashing, yet caressing your body
To open your eyes to something
Unbelievably terrifying yet,
antebellum.i.antebellum.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
razor fragments of
break on occasion
through a crimson facade
of liquid lullaby,
humming through ventriloquist veins--
a deadly melody of pain
fragile, frightened, falling
an ice sculpture of a girl
waiting to shatter
tread light and let her
drown in all the blood
(spilled across the floor,
like pieces of her heart)
mirror eyes and a gilded
smile, ("Smile big!")
white paint lathered
(making for a
hiding them like they hide