to my former self -i.to my former self -6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a dim and exhausted new york subway train - i
surrender my fingerprints over to dirty railings and
my body stretches like a mayan temple over his landscape.
my sun drags itself across his skies to his brutal moon
prowling the outskirts of our madness. he says
bend yourself to these sights, love.
recognize, but never accept.
i want your filthy and bruised hope
on my table. he was
saturating space, says - how much
do you love your world. eyes screaming
alive over and over again. you can do better
he says, but you want to do worse.
a giraffe crawls out of my dead skin and is silent,
but stares with fat-sky eyes. its tongue snakes
and wraps around my wrists, shakes me
in a language that says my pores
are clogged and taste like
Africa and Ireland:
magic and desperation.
black holes and maps.i will pretendblack holes and maps.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i do not fall asleep
thinking of you
if you pretend
not to know.
i wish i knew
how to tell you
exactly how i feel about
you're a black hole
and you pull me in
and all i can do
is try not to lose myself
please do not confuse
for him with
we are not a
rollercoaster, so please
stop saying this relationship
[haven't you heard that
rollercoasters have ups
as well as
x marks the spot,
this is a map,
and if you follow it
you'll find my heart.
you don't really care
enough to look.]
TranslucencyAlone, I intentionally wanderTranslucency7 years ago in Open More Like This
aimlessly. I have no goal,
I start to distance
myself from my own being.
I slide through
lover's tight grasps,
brutal bloody brawls,
and loud drunken crowds.
The only thing that seems to
affect me is the unrelenting
cold which refuses to
stop for neither
fear.i. i'm not afraidfear.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of falling; landing face down
and scraping my face on cement
or falling down and tasting mud
and having to crawl, crawl, until i find
a way back up.
i'm just afraid
that i'll never fly.
ii. sometimes i worry
about 'what if i break?' and
'what if no one can put me back
together?' and 'what if
there's no fixing broken people?'
and then i worry
'what if i'm already broken?'
and it scares me.
it scares me.
iii. sometimes, i'll look
inside myself. sometimes, i never
see anything. and i want to grab a shovel
and scrape, scrape, scrape at
the top layers and maybe there's something
underneath, maybe it's not
hollow inside, but i'm so afraid
that it might be. that maybe
iv. the walls of my mind are dark,
lined with sorrows and i lose myself
in my thoughts. i'm lost within
myself and maybe there's no way
out. [i've never been good
with directions, you know.] i'm trapped,
i think. this thought leaves me
exhausted, at the bottom of a hole
with no will to
living in your liesdear girlliving in your lies6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
its like you dont even know you anymore. and when people talk about you, its almost as if you have no idea who theyre speaking about or whether any of what they say is true. its to the point where you started avoiding mirrors or catching your own eye in the reflection of windows, because you dont even recognize yourself anymore. maybe your hairs a mess and your clothes dont match, but at least you can keep pretending that youre not uncomfortable in your own skin. youve become a stranger and it scares you since youve always been most afraid of the things you dont know.
and you dont know you.
i know youre tired. youre tired of being afraid and youre tired of being alone and youre just tired of being. its two thirty seven in the morning and youre wondering if insomnia has a flavor or if everything really tastes this kind of bitter. you hate
sadness incarnateDo you ever feel like a worm in a frying pan? and no matter how much you writhe, there's no escaping the pain you're in?sadness incarnate6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and eventually your mind cracks and the pain becomes your ecstacy.
Do you ever get that feeling?
I do sometimes.
Jericho - Draft IIII'm so grateful for the DD, guys! Unfortunately, I had to remove this poem so that I can try to publish it elsewhere in various poetry journals.Jericho - Draft III6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dare to dance the flame.i'm not the kind of girl you'll be able to forget about in a moment.dare to dance the flame.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i'm the kind that'll stick like a burr and breathe ice down your veins, but just wait because my lips will melt the frost in a moment. i'm the kind of girl that'll sneak into your system like nicotine so you'll keep asking for just a little bigger sip each time, just one more bottle, just one more drag [just one more, one more].
i'm a lie in the making and an addiction brewing in the spaces between your bones. i'm terribly atrocious and wonderfully divine and you'll hate me almost as much as you don't. i won't be part of your memory, because i'll flood it until i'm all that's there. i'll steal your lungs and give you sips of my own breath and promise you it's sweeter. i'll bite your bottom lip with laughing eyes and wipe away the blood precipitation with something that looks like sympathy but feels just like lust.
[you'll never know which, but you'll keep fighting because you're dying to know.]
i'm a storm that
instead of breathing.it's a quarter to three and twenty minutes past any hope for sleep tonight.instead of breathing.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
instead, i am singing to the walls and pulling the stars in to light up the corners in my room. instead, i am writing your name in cursive and whispering secrets in gaelic and pinning my heart to the ceiling because it reminds me that life is beautiful. instead, i am making lists of things i want to tell you, lists of a hundred and two different ways to breathe that still leave me breathless whenever you're around.
instead, i am thinking of things like:
how when you talk, you mold the air between your hands like you're painting a picture that only i can see. how when you listen, you go completely and absolutely still. how ice-blue eyes cut through whatever inhibitions hold me back. how lips curve in a way that beckon me out of hiding to wherever it is you are. how you can seamlessly switch the conversation from a discussion of the black-and-white greats to cowboy brawls. how calloused, scarred fingers can drum
coyote go see whats whatcoyote go see whats what4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
coyote he hungry powerful hungry
and they tall-walkers they movin' in
tearin' up the ground scarin' off
rabbit and snake they timid folk
don't like much coyote anyway
squirrel and mouse they stay
coyote still powerful hungry
yeah they tall-walkers they
movin' in buildin' they strange
hutches, they bright hutches
makin' rabbit get gone snake too
they bring some big others
some not so big others
some small others too
coyote but not puma but not
easier than rabbit sometimes
still tasty but too few
so coyote go down
down to the strange canyon
with the hard ground and
the big movin' run you down
you not careful yeah coyote
go down and see what's what
tall-walkers they dangerous
but they tall-walkers
they always have food