WingsIcarus eats his breakfast in front of the TV.Wings3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Balances his Wheaties on a butter knife
Big and strong on jagged silver cliffs.
On cloudy days, he watches fireflies
Blinking in Morse Code,
Hollering help to the tree sap they're trapped in.
He scoops ladybugs up in the crook of his elbow
To count their spots backwards,
To ask them where they've been.
He doesn't understand the morning news.
He feels it like a nosebleed,
Like a thick intrusion,
And when the worry clots on his lip, he trembles.
He says, "Papa, I wanna paint the world for you,
But it just won't sit still"
Icarus doesn't want to be in charge of hiding the universe from itself.
He's sick of kicking people out of his clubhouse.
He's got sixteen feet of imagination
Wrapped around the war monsters in his closet,
But he still can't imagine why the quiet is so tragic.
He can't figure out why he's got to hold his own hand
On the subway.
See, Icarus watches the world like an opera in ancient Greek:
He feels the words but he can
Harvest MoonYou remind me of the harvest moonHarvest Moon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tugging the shore from beneath my feet, of
rowing out to sea in winter with empty nets
till spring, of catching every breath
in crystals on the same forgotten docks,
Where gravity knots my tendons into rope,
my teeth into chalk and ash, and my eyes
into searchlights scanning the horizon
for the first ship that leads to you.
Yesterday.You used to show me yourYesterday.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
skeleton, the secrets inside
of you, your marrow. You
run, you shut your eyes, now.
You shut your eyes at the color
of the flowers, the leaves, everything
is orange. I am gathering
acorns. I am wearing your mask.
long nightcome, come what may; the nightlong night3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is lean and our fingers are fat, candle
clay stubs wrapped round
wine bottle necks,
swapping lipstick with that cold wine
cold sweat -
tang of metal clanging round our
cistern of words that turn to lime
as soon as they are bleached out
come, come what will,
tumble up the yard
and into the morning
a barbeque growls into life
in the shadows, little ghouls
with the plum-meat of their eyes drawn down
and voices like wet cement being scritched,
scratch their feet
The Window SeatThe Window Seat2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
petrichorNiobe weeps.petrichor2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gold scattered rough across
cracked earth and the last
remains of summer - they fell
like leaves in the arms of the wind.
some scents cannot be captured.
the gods bleed onto rock,
and the stone sends her prayers
in return: petrichor.
listen - the heavy thud of
rain on parched ground;
the monsoon sealing life back in;
the sky bows and kisses earth.
SalemI.Salem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the bright scarlet egg of dawn
nests in my head.
when it is time, it will crack my
skull like a shell
and be born.
I have a witch's fingers and a
witch's eyes, rough pewter lenses
through which I see the world.
I have sabotaged their crops,
I have plagued their children,
I have eaten their livestock in the night
(so they say)
and I hear the whispers in the streets.
they will be willing to kill
for their conviction, though
I am not willing to die for it.
I am no longer human.
I've been branded
with an ugly mark
of fear and desperation,
one terse syllable that cuts
like a switch.
a thin reddish line splits the horizon;
I set my ribs on hinges
so they can get to my heart.
a damp wooden platform,
a rough rope necklace
I am not a Spartan
carried home on his shield.
this is not an honourable death.
Raw Hailed as the weeperRaw5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that cries in your stead
Those Albatross claws ruptured my redd
Gone is my hollow
of prickly twine
Leaving its chill-
burrowed 'gainst spine
I'll be the lost one
seeped in the
for her.it's midnight and I'm writing love lettersfor her.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on my skin to the woman who raised me. it's midnight
and every limb has a story. all
my collarbone remembers is the frantic
hurry of your footsteps when it broke under the weight
of gravity and mistaken desire to fly and my
broken pink umbrella, long-gone, remembers too. my elbows
remember the firm pull of your hands in the grocery
store. my cheeks remember your makeup and
my clumsy fingers dipping in like paint pots and my neck
remembers all your strands of pearls. I remember
when you were young again and wearing
red and holding cups of tea in hands
that didn't shake yet and I remember hands that knew how
to peel apples, curling skins like red ribbons over
the edge of the blade, confident
in motion, and I remember your voice and I remember
your songs and I remember.
it's midnight and the water is cold and I
am somewhere beyond feeling. but
my love letters are only ink and they are washing
away and I watch them swirl at my feet and I
FiftyPlease understand: I do not wantFifty1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to want this (you).
I realized at poem nineteen-of-fifty:
You (college-borne) are a new you,
I (weaponized) am a new me,
and the new me still wants the new you.
the love affairlife slides under the door andthe love affair4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think about you not knowing how to love
and touching a person's sleeping eyelids
to change a dream, to lie here with you
under a silent oak tree, the sunlight
has begun to breathe and I am digging you a grave
for your past and your future, I am
holding you here, the trunk of my car open to let the sweet
sound of a song rise into the
air, it is rushing by
and I have premonitions or
I just got lucky or everything
nothing vanishes without a trace
I hold despair in the palm of my hand and cannot dance
without spilling it onto the floor, it
seeps into the carpet
but you are holding out a towel and the sound
of your laughter is like paper birds settling on the branches of
the tree growing from my ribs
God Was There When I was alone and cryingGod Was There3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
God was there
When I was distraught and without hope
God was there
When they talked about me
And made me feel worthless
God was there
When they called me stupid
And said I wasn't good enough
God was there
God was there
When I was alone
And wanted to die
God was there
When no else was
FlyingWe swam through the skyFlying2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and when we landed
we felt higher
than when we almost reached the
You kissed my neck and your lips
and the fire in my hair went out
and you sighed.
I hate this part of the song where I can't hear you anymore.
When you woke me up
I remembered why I used to love you;
why the ash on your tongue
used to taste so sweet.
SongSong2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If every tear we shed goes to the same place, we could never taste them
Whenever I feel hurt, I remember there is a second verse. There's always a second verse, whether it is a pause or chorus in between. The second verse may come when all hope is lost, but it's just another verse, and you can't quit just yet.
Throwing myself around inside the dryer, just like a pair of pants, surviving with an entangling melody. I reach to the gray shadow but they won't reach back. They won't save me, and they won't let me save them. My vision is blurred; I can no longer sing.
This time, I won't forget what the song is about. I tried to reach for people that I miss, but it feels like I can't get them back. They were bridges. They were there so I could cross them. The only thing I have is these memories, until an adult is truly free to see someone again.
Right as I have created this bubble around myself, her voice breaks through. A calling that could both calm a thunderstorm in its tracks and cre
Didnt expect THAT did you?Didnt expect THAT did you?Didnt expect THAT did you?7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every time you kiss her I want to run and hide,
Every time you kiss her I can't forget I lied
Every time you kiss her I die on the inside,
Every time you kiss her I forget that I already died,
So I guess I should say thanks, you brought me back to life.
Why sex?Why sex?Why sex?10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why not hugs and kisses?
Why not the deep warming feelings
of a gentle kiss?
Why not the healing affect of a
tight, comforting hug?
Why not the swirling butterflies
in the pit of your stomach?
Why does our generation have to
choose the action that corrupts
That crushes the heart,
That toys with the mind,
And creates regret?
When what we have in our mind and
soul is more important?
When it was their eyes that caught
When it was their smile
that drove you crazy?
When it was their laugh that took
your breath away?
When it was simply them saying
'I love you' that made your
heart beat faster?
An innocent poem about murderDear little sister,An innocent poem about murder3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How are you?
I am fine.
on my now red sled
silence fills the air.
Mommy and Daddy,
do not stir
they are still.
They tried to make me
pretend you did not exist
It's easy for them
didn't really care anyway,
So I made them pay
by this blade, slashed away.
Crimsion, dyes the snow
They surely won't be,
where you are.