Pachelbel -c-Folding and unfolding a lesson on sentence structuresPachelbel -c-3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I break the college ruled rules
And reinvent the paper airplane.
Yeah I'm Gaining altitude
but you've still got the higher ground and that
Shit don't fly.
And these words are washing down
the bindings of a story book
along with a symphony of whispers
about all the ways I love you
all the ways I hate you
and all the goddamn paper I'm wasting on them.
I learned A long time ago to leave fairy tales to children
That glass slippers shatter against the reality of hitting rock bottom
That there never was a never never land
Or a happily ever after
I also learned that the dresses never fit as perfectly
and he refused to show up on a horse.
The trees here are fuller and my eyes are brighter
and maybe not buying that castle on the hill
was the best decision I made in a long while.
I am my own fortress
Breathing fire for a Wick-like tongue
My mouth is a cannon
And I keep the words
Fuck you and goodbye within talking distance
Because what's a ca
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
Shimmy-shaken bonesi'll build you a chrysalisShimmy-shaken bones3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of soft bones and soggy ink veins,
to frame your skeleton in a warmth,
peaceful and incandescent,
encompassing all that's worth a last sickly breath;
some libra moon's pull,
a tide that washed your frowns ashore,
and i lick my lips and smell filaments of your sighs
trapped in the laced hair that hangs
limply over these decrepit sheets.
my heartbeats grow rhapsodic
as I swallow oceans to leave my name
dripping off your idyllic tongue.
Libra 2This amorphous sphere of percolated waterLibra 23 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
kept me in a chorus of gurgles
and endless pleads
so obstreperous and inescapable
that my organs pressed firmly against my sternum
seeking a voice full of felicity;
The light penetrated three-fold layers
and sealed my eyelashes together,
filling my pores with illusions
and my liquid cell became
the epitome of an alternate heaven
in an obvious hell.
And the corruption ceased
long enough for a gulp of tasteless air
and a confirmation that I was, indeed,
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.
MarionetteLying on the cold, hard floorMarionette4 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
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.
Lambchops and RazorbladesLamb-chops and razorblades, barbed wire dessertLambchops and Razorblades3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blackhand man resurges, gather 'round;
Shadows eat the light, he eats the shadows
Blackheart bound with rough twine, engorged;
with sweet dreams turned to sour mash
with fear of echoes on twilit playgrounds
with summer's sudden screendoor slam ending
with attic wigstands cooing sick-sweet things
Head-cheese and shrapnel, red lipstick dessert
Blackhand man resurges, gather 'round;
Moths eat his clothes, he eats the holes
Blackheart bound but bursting out, engorged;
with severed birdwings falling from the heights
with rotten fruit boiling in fly-filled bins
with spineless slithering things that were tomorrows
with hollowness, vertigo, stitches-rending pain.
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.tongues3 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.
DreamDon't wake me up,Dream1 year 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.
Why Not Use Your Tongue?I've been writing for days.Why Not Use Your Tongue?1 year 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?"
Jay-walkerAshen lips distort my thoughtsJay-walker3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as the floor is pulled from under my feet
and my hips collide with binding nails
that lock me in an embrace
too cold, too familiar
too long to be considered everything but sincere,
my gulps pushing the screams further,
digested and finally expelled from my broken legs,
bent and trapped between anything but safety.
This harangue stays wet on my lungs,
ceilings morph into throats
beds swallow me first then spit me out
to thirsting fingertips,
nails black with dramatic kisses and chain mails.
Reality turns into the nightmare
I wish I had the chance to wake up from.
ArsonAvalon is burning,Arson3 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.
The First Beast Of The BookThe First Beast Of The BookThe First Beast Of The Book4 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
Your ArtYour art is moving,Your Art1 year 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.
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.
Silly Little SallySilly little Sally was a happy childSilly Little Sally3 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
Poetic TherapyLife eats it way into me,Poetic Therapy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as I become pregnant with terror.
Fanged hopes and clawed dreams
attacking from the womb of broken promises,
sorrow leaks from weeping wounds,
while the cries of fetal futility mewl mournful tunes.
It is a world of burnt offering we are born into
with edges crisped and souls cooked through,
and in our desperation of isolation we find solace,
peace in whispered soliloquies,
internal conversations we dub art, poetry.
When in reality it is but well worded emotional vomit.
The bile of our psyche
voiced in black and white-
With scratching quills and red-tinged ink,
we etch our pain into the minds of those who read.
We do this in the hope and in the dream
that we can lessen what rips us at the seams.
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.
Ice Cream and IronHearts of iron in ice cream towers,Ice Cream and Iron3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
honeysuckle dreams in haunted bowers.
Binary-stars in anemic rebellion
lie in a fevered and heavenly vision.
two-step to a sarcastic aria
of ice cream and iron.
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
Night SkyI wait for the shadowsNight Sky2 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.
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.