limbsI drink your sinlimbs4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it froths
on my breath:
it tastes of ammonia
when I insert my tongue.
you've an orifice that seems to have no use
except as a place for a hook,
a thing engineered to glut itself
salty and debauched as oceanwater,
it devours me.
The PuppeteerHer lips slit apart at the taste of purest freedom, and the girl in the white night dress runs faster. Every so often the moonlight catches the hook of her chin through the gap in the net of branches. A quivering lip. A tear of sweat. An eye, pupil swollen with fear. Every glimpse of light reminds her, frightens her, and she runs faster.The Puppeteer4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Imploring claws sprout from tombstones of bark and the acrid stench of rotting flesh stains the forest air. It is among the deathly silence that the first note is birthed; the sigh of a spectre, the kind of sigh that breathes ice along your bones. Before long, the beetles reply, discordant shrills blending with the hum of the yearning roots. The lithe shadow that darts along the dark soil is their oblivious baton, her pursuer the conductor.
Bramble tugs at her dress, lacerates ribbons of crimson across her skin. Yet on she pushes though cuffs of leaves trail their stems around her wrists onward, by the guide of the evanescent moon and wit
We Were Meant to FlySometimes, you have to set aside broken things and start fresh; break the chains and take flight. Words I speak more to myself than anyone else. They come not from the pipes that won't play or behind the dreamer's gaze, but from the heart; screamed so loudly, I think they'll burst from my chest. You spoke this language once, used words like fear and uncertainly, misery and suffocation, gut wrenching times to be sure, but we just weren't ready.We Were Meant to Fly2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Now, my aim is true. My path is set, and so I step lighter these days, while you weep in dark corners; not for fear of heights or the irony of bad timing. Free spirits are meant to fly, but the ties that bind, really do bind. Like iron shackles anchoring you to the shore line; the tides roll in and slowly you drown, in a sea of misery. All I can say, is I'm sorry, as I soar overhead. Freedom is life's first happiness, enhanced only by love.
The Asphalt MelodyThe asphalt imbeddedThe Asphalt Melody4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into my melody
Chorusing from in to out
He was continual
I was contrasting
A fight for the spotlight
With tempo of abundance
Sweet tire song humming
I sang of nothing but endurance
Delicate tender stroke of the handle
Rushing wind of the asphalt song
Whirling of the soprano
As my melody rested
The asphalt sang baritone
In a thud, it now leaves a mark
The audience witness
A moment in flat
A shrill of pain
A split of divine
The tune it sang
Came to an end
My head split with a beautiful parting gift
Pebbles of quiet but lasting memory
Sweet songs of pain.
Public Service AnnouncementPicture perfect couplePublic Service Announcement4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Loving words hiding spiteful hearts
Sad eyes peering out of a trapped life
Unable to escape
A caged bird forced to sing
Both admired and ignored
Waiting to be left alone
To stop pretending for a short 8 hours
Perfect home Perfect Marriage
Pick up beer bottles after the final play
Bake cupcakes for kindergartners
Wear a freshly pressed dress and a demure smile
Trophy wife Trophy Wife
You are more than a pretty face
Don't wait for death to break free
MisterShe puts on a bit of a show.Mister2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Scanity clad, dropping down low.
His eyes track her body.
Attention grows foggy.
An hourglass figure.
Click, goes the trigger.
Eyes roll in his sockets.
She digs in his pockets.
Leaving, she whispers
"Be seeing you, Mister..."
Doomed LoveIf a demon heard an angel sing from above,Doomed Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And an angel and a demon fell in love,
Once they answer to passion's call,
Does the demon rise or the angel fall?
And though they may love in the truest way,
Where in heaven, hell or Earth could they stay?
Hunted by those who can't understand and those who refuse
And soon, so soon, they would have to choose
Between loving together, or saving each other's souls
And be left with a grief that could not be consoled.
Forever they would wander, longing for the other's embrace,
And wanting nothing more than to see their lover's face.
Their doomed love would destroy them, it would tear them apart
And they would slowly bleed to death
from broken hearts.
ArsonAvalon is burning,Arson4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
like my last bridge and the stairway to heaven,
and I swear that this world has never been brighter.
As the smoke fills my lungs I start breathing better.
Fire is cleansing,
it will make everything new again.
The boatman is raging,
but the fire is calling-
I am staying right here
to burn together with the world.
I will burn till I'm beautiful
and new again.
We'll fall down together,
me and the world.
As ashes we will fall,
then rise bright and beautiful
and new again.
ThousandThousand2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A thousand eyes that crowd together watching me;
They dance around me singing menacingly.
I cannot strike sails for I have nowhere to flee,
So I sink deeper and deeper into the cold sea.
After all I am not as big as I thought,
And now I am but a kid that never was taught.
A haunting voice pours liquid fears into me,
And a ghostly wind churns my skin viciously.
A thousand souls cry that are held in my chest.
I was sailing to find a place for their eternal rest,
But now I am trapped here, they bulge my skin,
They surge against me, my hull is ailing.
A thousand hellfires burn me down in a flash.
My eyes are adust so I can never see,
What lies before me and what I could be,
And a thousand souls that will never find rest.
DreamDon't wake me up,Dream2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leave me here in my wonderland,
Among the silly cards,
And chaotic tea parties.
Let me sleep longer,
My jabberwocky is not destroyed,
The croquet game is not finished,
And I only have the grin of the Cheshire Cat.
I am still tired,
Of the realities of being awake,
Of the pain of losing myself
To the monotone world.
Don't wake me from my wonderland.
MarionetteLying on the cold, hard floorMarionette5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting for you to pull my strings
Emotionless eyes bore into the back of your head
I'm just a damaged marionette
Nothing without my puppeteer
No freedom, no will
Just let me fade into the darkness
The heavy rain hits the windows
My strings are pulled making me face the front
I don't want this
I don't wish to dance
Yet when you pick up my strings
I become a slave
Forced to perform
The performance is finished
Lifted into the windowsill
You let go of my string and I fall
Can't stand on my own
Helpless, nothing without you
Must I live this life as a servant?
When will I be free?
That time comes again
I am lifted onto the stage
But this time is different
My strings become tangled
I am pulled left and right as you try untangling them
But the strings won't untangle
It's all over
I'm thrown to the ground
My strings are cut as I lie there
No longer a servant
Just a useless puppet
Decisions DecisionsDECISIONSDecisions Decisions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They split the path before me
Daring me to venture either way
Neither wrong Neither right
But the choice changes life
Do you jump off the cliff's edge,
Faith as your guidance, only to
Break across the jagged rocks?
Or do you take the HIGH road,
Ignoring the cliff's call, only to
Regret not exploring those uncharted waters?
It's just another game of
We hope to God that Lady Luck's
On our side,
Though we still wish to feel
The bullet's s t i n g
Lefts and R
Feathers and Bird BonesI am a birdFeathers and Bird Bones4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I spy you glittering
D e l i c i o u s
I could dive down
and pluck you
from the blue
D a n g e r o u s
You are a river fish
Your mouth is wide
and might have rows
of angry sharp teeth
D e v i o u s
The hypnotizing shimmer
is your golden armor
and I am naught but
feathers and bird bones
D e l i r i o u s
I am a bird
(not of prey)
You let me believe
just long enough
to pull me under.
Your ArtYour art is moving,Your Art2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your art impresses
deeply on my mind.
Your art addresses
the issues of mankind.
Your art is true,
Your art speaks
to the depths of my soul.
Your art seeks
to fill all the holes.
CreationCreation.Creation4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something new, something true,
Something we want to do,
It sparks fire and flame,
Yet it's never the same.
The goal, it is so clear.
The time, it is so near.
The passion is had by all,
To hear creation's call.
An idea, a thought,
A battle long since fought;
A dream, a hope, a goal,
A vision of the soul.
With hope we will begin,
To see the light within,
To kindle our own fire,
To make what we desire.
Silly Little SallySilly little Sally was a happy childSilly Little Sally4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
she played all day and laughed so wild
Life was just a game and she the queen:
misery and suffering, she had never seen
But we must all grow up, and Sally as well
so even she had to open her eyes and realize:
the world is hell
Silly little Sally played with a knife,
Silly little Sally didn't want her life
The world was far too much for her to bear
she would die by her own hand, she could swear
But dying is so hard when you're alone
she wanted someone with her when she would fall
from her golden throne
Silly little Sally bought herself a shotgun
and jollily laughed, 'cause this would be fun
She skipped, merrily singing, down the street
and made everyone fall dead by her feet
Silly little Sally reloaded and shot them all down
their bodies became a landscape; their intestines
her bloodstained crown
Silly little Sally, no one could her blame
it wasn't she, but the world that had gone insane
She was the flawless queen of all mankind
her divine majesty to
Why Not Use Your Tongue?I've been writing for days.Why Not Use Your Tongue?2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've been writing for weeks
but the words won't obey.
I've been chaining them since.
I hear the vowels howl
and the adjectives sigh.
The verb says it hurts
but they still don't comply!
So what can I do?
I've been writing for months.
Then the word says "Hey you,
why not use your tongue?"
tonguesi think, that somewhere 6 months ago and half past twelve i realized i was drowning in you. i felt the falling of my bones and the sealing of this outer crust as i sank in the hieroglyphs of your spine. i found symbols in your ribs and a foreign dictionary in your trachea.tongues4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
the sins of your flesh tell me stories in the night. of how your mind is made of daggers that burrow int your skull and your heart is my pincushion. i told you i have no aptitude for domestic attributes but you reminded of my appetite for destruction anyway.
but love, the sins of your skin are not the sins of one's heart. because this you and this me, we are more than flesh. we are fleshed out and sunken into each other at the crack of dawn, sheets cocooning our assembled bodies on the war-torn floor. i am learning new languages; deciphering the vowels from the foreign world of your words and seeking a dialogue of my own.
The First Beast Of The BookThe First Beast Of The BookThe First Beast Of The Book5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lord grows his worthwhile animals
Pleasure secretes them from the godhead
Originator harvests another throng of vassals
Nous swallowed up in Adam's ale and blood shed
The serpent offers a shedload of apples
Shame leaves them idle before the arsonist
Ophidia impels virulence with dissonant cackles
Hubris rose on igneous plumage and ribs promised
Old SoulsTwo of a kind.Old Souls2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Two of heart,
Two of mind.
But only one soul.
Search all their lives,
Never reaching their goal.
Life after life,
Through the strife,
Each living their role.
Until one day they meet,
Their ageless journey
At last complete.
Two broken halves made whole.
Night SkyI wait for the shadowsNight Sky3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To dance over the trees
I crave the moon's glow
That will soon encompass me
I fantasize about riding that silver wave
Gliding from one to the next
I would run my fingers
Along that delicate breast
When I jump I want to land
On the cushion of the sisters
Swing from Orion's belt
And Venus, I would miss her.
I see so many things
In that vast unknown
I see them smiling
Waiting for me to come home
At that moment
Time stands still
Enchanted with stunning beauty
Tears stream at will.
The Myth of the MoonOnce upon a time, there was a girl. This girl was not ordinary; she was the key to the future. Her people knew that she would be the key ever since she was born. She was always meant to be sacrificed to the sun God, Helios. Without a sacrifice, Helios would take the sun away from the people to make them suffer in darkness for the rest of eternity. Her people knew not what life was like without the sun, or without light. There was nothing other than the sun. The sun was all that her people had for all of the centuries since it was created.The Myth of the Moon4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The people of Solaria were generous people. The girl, Selene, was cherished like a queen to make up for the sacrifice. Anything that little Selene wanted, she would get, and at no cost or restraint. But this caused Selene to become a selfish child. Her demands left the rest of her people in poverty. The young, selfish girl threatened her people. Selene was blessed with the beauty of a queen, or even a goddess. From birth, she had colorless hair that l
Master ClassEmpathy is your pain prying into my brain: I'll sayMaster Class4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Outside is weather
moving molecules as it will.
Waste. Waste or whimsical trees
tilting against the again.
[daisy daisy day-see . pop pop pop]
Count the smiles. Count the rhymes. Whoever
wins dies. Whoever loses
lies on their back
counting stars. Morality made
with popsicle sticks and paste. Future frayed
Meaning mocks moment.
Moment mocks meaning.
This is a god-stick and you'll bow. Bow-wow-wow
says the belief to the moon.
And the moon bounces up and down.
And the moon bounces up and down.
Honey, I love you
and I'm sorry your mom etc. etc.
Empty VictoryI thought once I had him I'd be happy;Empty Victory4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the taste of his lips was like venom to mine.
His touch wasn't magical but painfully dull.
His eyes- that I used to picture every night looking so captivating;
Were nothing but hollow stones reflecting in the light.
I believed the feeling of his lovemaking would make me scream-
-With pleasure, desire and lust to my greed.
But the victory I thought I'd gain by having him;
Now made me realize that he was just an empty man.
Idle to life, absent of faith, dead to loving.