unaddresseddear ____unaddressed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the love
get out of
and leave me
just like the way i was
a persistent case of insomnia.i've been sleeping strange.a persistent case of insomnia.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there, in the supposed comfort of worn-out blankets,
stuffed icons of far-off memories, and sinking pillows.
with palms upturned and marred with half-moon dents of frustration.
eyes wide-open to stretches of vast darkness.
ears tuned to hear the beating of Father Time's heart.
my own sinks into the caverns of my ribcage,
beats synchronizing with an unheard melody.
demons crawl beneath my skin,
their success burning into my veins.
atrocities, flaws, regrets, burdens
tumble, toss, and turn in the care of my conscience.
silhouettes of my respective ghosts dance above me,
painting the dark with their memoria.
my eyes refuse to shut,
denying me the sight of the stars beneath my eyelids.
i've been sleeping strange.
poseri want to fly,poser2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i keep telling myself -
my head plays these words on repeat.
but my feet have retained
of all my old habits.
they scrape along the concrete
and i watch,
with head hanging low,
at the dust storms i'm creating.
as i breathe deep,
there are feathers caught in my throat
causing me to cough.
i chase birds
and tear open
adorning my skin with their quills.
and with a flailing of my arms
i leap -
asphalt always tastes
so called virtues.lover has more friends than i do,so called virtues.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
which isn't hard as all those i have are
stretched across oceans and their
power is washed and watered down
chipped at from salt spray
or the winds
and i think for the what i wish
was the first time that this wound
of mine is a curse
it aches and it holds and it
creates mountains and peaks
in body and mind
that i can't soothe
that i can't control.
his manliness is more stable
than my womanhood.
he can eject
or reject or hold oceans within thicker skin
than i have on any part of me.
i break and split
oh god do i bleed.
Origamipaper heartsOrigami2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
contract each time the earth
spins, making its way through
the aorta of space
and time creased,
my heart doesn't really beat,
Sad is such a small word.SadSad is such a small word.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a small word.
Pedants try to
expand it. To
with crammed letters; lugubrious,
a small word.
could slip it
in your pocket.
could slip me
in your pocket too,