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when you wish you had-n't-stringing your eyes with garlands of stars iwhen you wish you had-n't-4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wish to impeach you, maybe impregnate you
with a will to breathe
(in
deep)
but what are you but an incoming breath
to me? an unapologetic zephyr gracing
my inner vineyards
ruffling the leaves with whispers
(i understand it
isn't so collapsible, and
i'm forgetting i forget
you)
but when the winds turn
you're a harlot, ruining this year's
yield of self
(importance and confidence)
and i'm understandably drinking
up
down
the vinegar left
trying to breathe in the lights
i gift you with - always
and i have only the stars
to thank,
the stars to blame.
ma-doggive me a piper, judasma-dog5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'll give you a coin and you
can tear a page
out of me
your children, nestled
warm inside your paranoia,
smile with the fervour
of television
(i do not meet them
in the present)
what are we but
unsung hearts?
harkening to
a flame under
the spoon
home-boundi catch little insects with my fingershome-bound3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it makes me feel so powerful
and having become god in your eyes, also -
i quit:
take your sorrys with me,
punch in,
shuffle through turnstiles,
take the line closest to the door.
i speak erratic, tongue sore
explaining away this
knotted anchor
he said it was "very zen"
to undo, unravel,
unrelentingly -
of course i cringed.
having had your breath taken
you have the gall
to ask for
it back.
imagine my surpriseI cimagine my surprise3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
an
f
eel my
self pour
in
g (it
is
n't
an ex
cus
e) a
not
her
d
oppel
gang
er (yes,
I ex
ist eve
ry
wh
ere) d
own t
he pipes
(a
ll
type
s)
a
gain.
the is of athe is of a2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a camera empties itself
of moments
as of faces
the implicature
is your face
reflected
past
the future
exi(s)ts
in that
glance
developed
lets goRelentless as an ocean erodinglets go2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the creases of my cliff face
tidal waves of you
crash along my boundary stones
the push and pull of blue:
eddying thoughts
emotions white wash
i don't think the ground will keep
beneath me and i'll plunge
headfirst into
the push and pull of you
(are you waiting)
(are you waiting)
(are you waiting for an sos on the sand?)
let's go
voice - this would be iti was planning on findingvoice - this would be it3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
out about you:
your shortcomings;
all respectable
deterrences.
so i could tell
you that
i didn't
care about
everyone else's
excuses but
my own
and i didn't
have
any
a-
ny-
mor-
e
mercyyou incite no mercy,mercy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
honourless thing:
I swallow your horror
like fruit.
hair-line fracturei am frugal with my wristshair-line fracture5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i won't let them see you, enough
now, i'll say, and push them back
into my sleeves, hurriedly
like they could really catch
a cold from your eyes. your
two glaciers of disinterest, kind
of sparked your curiosity
did i? my wrists, they creak
like old willows breaking in
the wind, hunching from the knot
along their side, heavy with
finger branches, soft keratin
leaves you can rip out sometimes
after it rains heavy like
the storm i slept through last
night, and you told me there
was hail, and howling and i
did not believe you until i asked
other people. why is
that? how i don't believe
in storms.
too long too lateit is a gentle pitytoo long too late6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that i will never know you,
and you will never know me
you say helloof course i am a conversationalistyou say hello5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i slip up on your fingertips and rush
headstrong into devoid-of-care
we shake on it
(the belief that we will
fall) so we take custody
of our fantasies (realised)
before we, exhausted,
exeunt
everyone verges on lonelinesssome time ago there was a little girl.everyone verges on loneliness5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she had arms as big as the moon
to push her love toward the earth.
she moved the waves, all across people's faces;
big tidal waves sometimes,
eliminating every scintilla of breath
along the shorelines, up until the mountains,
or, little summer sprays of spit
along your legs as you dangle from the jetty.
this little girl liked to pour her love,
because she did not want to drown in a pool of it.
[ the boy with the fall apart mouth
all jittery to one side
smiling to hide his stumbles ]
In the Beginning...There was no beginning.In the Beginning...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just an endless mass of you.
Like, if I'd slept with a fishing line,
I would have woke to your bite
whether I'd set bait or not.
See,
I'd always wanted someone like you;
poetically awkward
with the meaning of life
scattered across their toes
- now you dance at my feet.
And I can see your puddles of blue melting across
my palms as I lather myself with you, watching the way
you dissolve beneath my nails without leaving a stain.
It makes me realise that kissing you is what flying is to fish
and the clouds we avoid are ladders to ground level.
from cancer with lovefrom cancer with love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
.
Feel your cells change, my love
radiate with warmth. Worry not
of eternal devotion, my half-
life is too short. Love
me like there is no future, no
mortgage, no mistress to come
between. Love me without
abandon for I will be the one
to leave
it isn't really autumnwe taught our graceit isn't really autumn5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to fly, and it taught
us to stay
tethered to our dreams
in a frightful way
like leaves do to branches
ends with one. And IIt’s November again and I feel as if the bracken on the trees has changed so much. And yet, I would not know—I am so far away from that place—in not only years.ends with one. And I6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I believe you look the same. Of course I can’t be sure, but real-time details don’t change my mental image of you. So I say it. So I believe it. You would rather me believe you’ve changed for the better, but I know better could only be the same as you were.
But I have changed, of course. And of course it is only ever one-sided – this we would agree on. You try to tickle out the nuances you remember that I do not, but I didn’t tell you I learnt
down by the fireyoume and my gypsy bonesdown by the fire4 years ago in Other More Like This
a clutter of keys
and a shovel of shoulders
at ease.
we were indelible tea stains,
at thought, at seventh, at house,
a cumulus accumulated,
nimbled nimbus,
spotted with you petrified,
blotted inside brackets
and a blunder
stole
apart by these
seasons of sea
(seasons of thee)
a lectual tunage.
chords of scent,
the grit of silk,
(yet more, and less, and this
another piece for our plumage.)
in this by-goneful land,
with a name we cannot pronounce.
this and nothingthis & nothingthis and nothing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
& what else
a millennium of hair
passed thru
anthem of wind
& hands & bridge
& tremor somewhere
of water
in
possibly blood
to go slowly,
to spread behind
the rain
the water
works thru mess
of circles & touched
hands compose
as the telephone
rings music
& hands pour
water hotly &
panther of face
grips
in mirror,
over
light thru voice
stream / steam / seam
bathe & bathe
& bathe
the rain &
behind the rain
a stone lingers
as
someone dies
as
something echoes
as sky crosses sky
leaf finds use
& water falls onto
inebriated green
of dress / undressed
overlap naked of
light
creating time
surface of the sun3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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to build-up smilesi'd like to seduce happinessto build-up smiles6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
buy a new dress for contentedness
slut it up for ecstasy
pull down the sheets on frivolity
melt down the wax around sacrifice
excuse myself for rushing
i'd like to choreograph prayer
the build-up to the artifice
stop smiles from touching
begin the wake before the dawn
the black before the white; a pair
disbanded before a circle shared
one half realising, "i'm just another pawn."
Sta.sh
