Birth of PoetryI tangled my fingers in the curls of the universe,Birth of Poetry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pulled. The earth fell out: round, warm, spinning.
Awkward and shy, she wondered how she got here; how
a rock that got wet and grew moss could be significant.
So I scooped her up in my fingers, breathed her scent:
(lilies and oceans and ozone and forests and fish and birds
and whales and rain and the empty elegance in wolf howls)
death and life. I found chaos
and knew beauty.
A Collapsible GodMy teeth hum to the staticA Collapsible God4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of your spine scraping our headboard.
Absentmindedly, I trace my thumb and forefinger
along the base of your skull
to find the point where
My nails pierce skin and dive through vulnerable muscle.
Yanking up, I rip out your backbone and shake your body limp.
I've got your vertebrae rattling across mahogany floorboards,
-let's see her try to sweep those under the rug, s w e e t i e -
You would be whimpering, but I love
for your voice and for those chords, d a r l i n g .
Your luscious chords were being wasted
in such a rabbit-eyed-boy.
I can't listen one more day to you stroke them the wrong way:
singing out our picture window to those short-skirted-honey-bees.
So now let me at your sweet spot,
I'll be the one to make you purrrrrr yet.
You have no choice but to shriek me a love song
as I pluck the notes across these pipes behind your throat.
You don't even need to open your mouth, d e a r.
deluge"mary," you said, "the rain isdeluge4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
having you on your knees at gunpoint
is like being five years old again and seeing
ma with earthquakes spilling from
her lips; like watching god
i don't know how we went from
Precipitation to the trigger.
you are used to girls carrying
satchels full of downpour to your
i am used to falling in love with
the waterglass clink of your
heartbeat is shat.ter.ing
glass embeds in
Viennatheir dead never crowdedVienna4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never lurched beneath
the weight of
too many bones
that were not mine:
rather, a kind
of hesitant symmetry
began to overtake
to invade the narrow crevices
a doubt had been.
I've been wrong,
all this time:
they are not laying siege.
they are waiting for
the inexorable pull of entropy
to break me
Silence the childSilence,Silence the child4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a crashing wave on the shore of my mind
long shore drifting across my sanity
sweeping the process of control
far away from my neurons and
slipping into my lungs from my
already curved spine and loosening the
knots until they tangle again
horribly quaking characteristic
of my nervous system, bringing
my capillaries around my throat and
squeezing every breath of its significance
leaving me gasping on cold floors
reaching out for the hands I know won't
my world is spinning inside my stomach
reminding me that i'm alone and the voices
that usually taunt me to destroy myself
are fading, letting me automatically tear
and claw at my hopes and dreams
grabbing at my
arrows with crooked heads
driving them through my skin
piercing my happiness with their
acidic points until i'm screaming
with sick desire for more and pain that
only chokes me slowly, dragging my emotions
around my body until i don't
know what i feel anymore
growing louder and louder, drownin
FlamesI lock the door but somehow they still dig themselves inFlames4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Closing my eyes, I try to tell myself that it doesn't hurt a bit
But I know that it does, and you do too
We try to ignore it and let our feelings subdue
I've said it before and I'll repeat it again
What I try to say aren't always the words in my pen
And I'd rather have no one than have to pick between flames
Because you were more than a flame you were the strength that I'd gain
So I could say goodbye to all the oxygen I have left
Or I could welcome the pain I didn't intend
It's the three little letters that sink in too deep
The end of the welcome, the last letter 'E'
Bye is always the hardest part of the shift
Because this isn't a good one and it's too heavy to lift
I'll scream in the silence but still it's unheard
Because I heard you're doing the same from a little bird
This bird is making me fall to my knees
This was never intended, I'm begging you don't leave
It's too late, perhaps but some say it never is
I just don't want ye
Twowho is to tell me i shouldn't miss it--Two4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
my window faced a playground.
its twisty slide was filled with snow,
and the silence was silenter than i'm used to
but that was alright,
cos there was an old radio
on my nightstand.
the only station that came in was nothing
but older than old country,
and even that was still fuzzy.
the word fuzzy makes me think of peaches and/or caterpillars.
in sixth grade i killed one of our caterpillars
on accident cos it fell off the desk it was crawling on.
i was cryin an cryin, thinkin what that little green babe musta felt
while it was gettin smooshed between my shin bone and the chair.
i was cryin even before the kids were snappin
like beetle claws in the air in front of my face.
i used angry paper towels to scrape the poor babe off
and to wipe my cheeks.
i'm thinkin maybe some of him got on me and then in me,
cos i can still feel his hurt.
at night-time i love to cocoon
the hospital-white sheets
around my shaky limbs.
i think if i hold myself in tight
VertigoMy name was AutumnVertigo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I had the power
to turn you colors.
I am and always
will remain (your) (lost) summer.
Don't try to forget.
Now we have found that
we are spread as fallen leaves,
left to die alone.
Under white silence
we stir up passion in sleep,
Our DisguiseI swim in the blue of open eyesOur Disguise4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You close them tight, dawn your disguise
Liquid yellow and the glittering air
Make it so hard not to stare
Falling, screaming as I go
Into your mind, a world unknown
A bleeding heart, a vice clamped mind
Your vault of secrets, for me to find
Hands wound tight in locks of brown
The taste of you; I've come unwound
Falling deeper into your eyes
You see right through my last disguise.
Lips that brush across my mind
My common sense is left behind
With open arms, I drag you close
What I can't have, I want the most
Please hold my Heart; it's growing sore
But no one will know, if we close the door...
A Musician's Romance. redonehe sings baritone: gray clouds poured to the brim with unnecessary assurances.A Musician's Romance. redone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and low notes, hinted at sincere looks across the room. holding at strong, practiced breaths before ...wavering off.
she sings soprano: lilies bloomed just a little too late to dawn's rise.
heady sharps. strung one after another.
blending with lyrics sketched half bleary-eyed to a midnight journal.
messed between measures and treble clefs ...refrain and crescendo. hold. (breathe)
melodies are meant to be broken: scattered verses thrown to the floorboards. piano keys against window pane, black then white then back again.
(E, f, g, a, b, c, d, e, f)
sharp then flat then crescendo then decrescendo:
up then down then left then right.
letter after little black letter, we're all just notes upon the staff after the storm.
I am Torchesgutter children:I am Torches4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
believe our fire belongs,
raging on in autumnal glory.
[if i didn't know better,
swallowing sunflower seeds
to power night-light kidneys.
let us believe on the i-n-s-i-d-e.
magic doesn't die.I've lived where the ghosts sleep.magic doesn't die.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The streetlights are broken but they still stand,
arching over empty alleys filled only with dead cats.
Stardust is littered over the river,
drifting on the black water almost like moon beams.
You asked if I knew where I was going.
I told you, this was my home.
Once, I ate the lies of children, the dreams of dying leaves
and the stones that words have become
along with the ghosts of the town.
This torchlight might let us see the dirt on the ground,
but it will never detect their movements.
I know them.
They are quiet, almost silent.
They will never speak but they can scream.
They will scream you all the way into Sunday,
right past Wednesday and Friday,
the days they'd lost their bodies.
And watch your step.
If that board creaks, stories underneath it will haunt you.
Those stories are not fantasies. They are not pretty.
Between the cracks of moon light, I know their eyes are on us.
I know their feet are following our shadows.
I've made my bed where the
My Middle Name Would Be.We told our best stories during born-again summersMy Middle Name Would Be.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the cicadas were painful
and the fireflies survived our mason jars
(You claimed they lived off the sweet tea that lived there before them)
We spent whole days
in the presence of the sun and eachother
with an understanding
that these days wouldn't last forever;
We spent whole nights
in the presence of the moon or not
sitting in the middle of the street,
a staggering almost-circle of six or nine kids.
about everything and nothing,
let our minds play 'What if?'
and giggling rounds of Truth-or-Dare.
We played games we were to old for,
like Duck-Duck-Goose in my drive way
and Hide & Seek everywhere.
We slept on trampolines
and ran out in Georgia's storms,
We spoke big and little,
of forever's and too quick endings.
We skinny-dipped in a baby pool
and made mudpies with a childish pride.
We were and are young,
but I haven't seen you in three birthdays
and my skin doesn't tan so well anymore.
Burning TogetherSeeing you for the first time was like being in one of those dreams you never want to wake up from.Burning Together4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But you always have to wake up, eventually.
Now that I'm back home in my solitude, it's like I never fell asleep in the first place. Memories, thoughts, dreams, they all start to fade.
With time. With age.
In the few moments between sleep and consciousness,
When you're lost in the unaware, safe within your own clueless mind.
I want to be lost in that in-between world with you.
But you always have to wake up, eventually.
I want to write down every clever pairing of words that has ever crashed against the inside of my skull.
I want to feel the weight of your presence, right there in front of me, crash down upon my heart.
I would give you my soul, every last fraction of it, if it meant you could be here to take it from me.
But sometimes, our souls have to wander a while before they can truly be where they belong.
I know where mine belongs.
My heart belongs in your hands,
My body belongs in
Meditation One Autumn DaySeasons change -Meditation One Autumn Day4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see the first whispers
in the quality of light
the first cool or warm breeze
wraps around my body
or dances through my hair.
A funny teacher, Light.
Light drenches me today,
beneath the blue sky
of early autumn,
whispering of change,
and the dance of time,
as I watch the geese fly
in a vee towards the river.
The light cascades through me,
how nothing is the same
two moments in a row
as I watch the clouds dance
across the sky,
the wind waving through
and see the first red in the maples.
how often I have wanted
to freeze a moment in time,
stay there forever,
and how you laugh at me,
letting each day show me
that even light changes
moment by moment.
I turn my head up to the sky,
let the sunlight warm my face.
Ah, Light -
since dance the dance of time I must,
teach me to dance
with greater grace.
Seasons ChangeBlossom and Wildflower, as children, playSeasons Change3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the earliest and brightest days.
Into summer, together they grow,
This happy life is all she knows.
Seasons change and stars fade
But Katies' spirit stays the same.
Autumn leaves upon her face,
Laughed off with her kooky grace,
Whilst the skies turn a winter grey,
And her beauty reaches its final days.
Seasons change and stars fade,
But Katies' spirit stays the same.
Death to she, short warning give,
So care to love how you live.
Brush the earth and kiss the sea,
Rest In Peace our dearest Katie.
HospitalI can freely walk the halls of white walls,Hospital4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Though I'd rather frequent the colors of my school.
I'm not as insane as the rest of them;
They are kept in white rooms with white sheets
And a small photo album to remember home.
I'm a passer-by, a spy amongst them,
The one people whisper, "Why's she here?"
I can question the ones I sit with.
The girls, all sat at one table,
And the boys at another.
The girls are a mixed bag of broken and defiant,
But my eyes lock upon the tall boy with empty eyes.
He belongs here.
It's obvious he belongs here.
I can play along with their lessons,
And I can swallow the reverend's words.
I guess spirituality has a place in all humans,
If they find it so important for the lost ones.
The food is divine, a restaurant bag.
And everyone surprisingly eats.
Some of them go back to their rooms.
I wonder who will come back for them.
evolutionyou make me think of bygoneevolution4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
summers and being fifteen,
of endless prairie skies alive
with birds and clouds and bugs,
my heart stuttering in my throat,
mud splattering my bare legs,
opportunity stretching further than
the golden fields all around us.
memories press into my skin,
burrowing in the whorls
of my fingertips. those long
ago days sped us through
the mountains to this moment,
where that pink-tinged first love
has faded to something as easy
as my favorite worn-in shoes,
and I can remember with fondness
how you used to make me feel.