The Second ComingI.
I struggle because God told me that he doesn't like slackers,
and it is almost winter, and I have to believe in something.
His desk is so tall, I like to sit under it and stare up at where
the edge of the desk meets the ceiling and his hand tapping.
I don't like the cold, but God says that it builds character,
so I trek through it to get to something I once loved and it only
leaves me feeling small.
I was never a child, I told the interviewer when he climbed on
top of me. I was never born, I just appeared.
He wasn't listening anymore, but I kept telling him.
God sank into my skin when I was sleeping one night,
in a church somewhere east of here, and
He speaks to me now.
"God doesn't exist," huffed the Interviewer Man.
There was this man who said that if you spoke to God,
then you were praying. Lots of people pray in snow
And silence, but if they're silent then how does he hear them?
This man also said that if God spoke to you,
then you have schizophrenia.
I don't know what
A Funeral ReunionI tasted you,A Funeral Reunion5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you tasted like San Francisco,
Broken piano keys and betrayal
Left over from your last lover.
Your hair is softer now,
But your expression is tough
And overgrown with malice.
I cup it in my hands
And see nothing but what I remember.
I haven't heard you
Or anything you've said since you began,
Because it's just space
Filled with your tongue
And teeth, and they have left me.
Your body is smaller
Like it has been running for too long
Marked with midnight blue
I understand now that my prayers
Made their way to you after all.
Cushioned with my love letters,
I made you a safe place
Where you can be a little boy
With a red face and soft hands.
No one can take it from you,
Because I made it for you, and
Someone made you for me.
I only write about you late at night
When I can admit that I love you.
The Earth cannot judge me.
Let the red darkness of my bedspread
Reap up and engulf me
Into a dreamless sleep,
You being the last thing on my mind.
The taste of your last
SisterShe told black tales on her skinSister5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about ancient ruins and hurricanes.
Her legs speckled gray like ash;
her arms marked with different suns
She was the storyteller.
Once she lifted her tunic and
an infant etched itself on her skin,
holding onto her bellybutton
and dripping blood down her torso.
The outlined child cried for hours,
but it died before it could make a sound.
She was the newborn baptism;
She washed away its hands and feet.
Once she removed her shoes and
claw marks intertwined up her ankles.
She told us that they were the dead souls
who lied in their graves wanting to live;
they reached upward and only found her.
She couldn't help them, because she didn't live.
She existed in the midst of her wounds.
She was a passageway.
She told black tales on her skin
about violent lovers and earthquakes.
Her eyes speckled white like spirits;
her heart withered from different makers
She was the storyteller.
R.i miss the way the fingers of your left handR.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
smudge the lower corner of the sky.
there's an ugly complex security to these
neighborhoods that pop up beyond the
reach of the field.
i wonder which one is yours.
i want to find your backyard,
to find your pale, summer cold arms.
the wasps could sting my knees
with spring pain.
not at all.
Suicide-child abuse awarenessI hear them SHOUTINGSuicide-child abuse awareness5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I'm sat on the stairs
I want it to end
But know it won't
My mummy's crying
Daddy h i t her
My brothers drunk
And he hurt me with words
I run to the window
I know it's open
I close my eyes
And dive outside
My name is Hope
I am 5
Tonight I commited
Dorian GrayIt has taken tenure in my body,Dorian Gray4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This absolution of conceit.
Wafting parlor music seeps in,
And it prickles along my skin
And echoes out the banister.
O hear you me,
My only I:
I am compulsion raw and severance deep.
I am wild and vain,
I am auspicious and fetid
And I have entranced myself to the brim.
You can take these scowls,
Your virtues and your decadence,
And reap them of me dye by dye
As die I never shall.
The poet's umbilical fortuity,
The artist's wish to be courtier
It is intolerably transitory,
As I have seen all around me laid to dust.
You've left me cavernous and spoiled,
And I my own despaired.
Unlike the many shades of age,
I will not evanesce.
I will simply, by knife's blunt cunning,
Be taken swift and left demised.
ColorlessI huddle in the passenger seat of your chaotic misadventures;Colorless5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my breath is black and the morning hour screeches to a halt.
It sounds like the sky is screaming; I hide my face in my hands.
I learned to survive in the midst of your destruction.
The fires line the streets and make this place look like an accident;
we are not mistakes, just aged dynamite, eager ecstasy
pumped up morphine; the paradox on my skin, in my mind.
I am the drug that settled in your chest: breathe. black.
You might not take this seriously, but I take you seriously.
I turn tables faster than you wiping the ink from your eyes.
Everything turns dark eventually; eyes are the last thing
to go black. I have no expectation,
but you make me sick nonetheless.
Heaving, vomiting hearts that I have as keepsakes,
they lost their color last November.
One of them is yours I think, from that night you try to forget.
See, I can be just as destructive as you.
Give me the gun; you never had the guts anyways.
It Is Because I Love YouIt is because I love you that I wrap the night around my face like a scarfIt Is Because I Love You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to wear the darkness, just so you don't have to.
I do it so that it is I who shoulders your pain, your burden,
so you can wear your beautiful sunshine smile, not the night sky scarf.
It is because I love you I worry.
I worry that, when I am gone, you will cease to exist as the hand on my chest
and only become a phantom of memory - a time long ago.
And I will be alone with the memory of you.
Of course, it is because I love you that I dream,
dreaming of one day returning, to have you in my arms again.
Even if I must once again don that scarf, I can still smile
To know that it is because you love me too.
18 Years Agoi.18 Years Ago5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
18 years ago
you touched me
16 years ago
14 years ago
I finally told on you
was all I heard
until I willingly was touched
till I was calm
I'm still waiting for a time
when I can truly let him love me
I never did confront you
for those 18 years of pain
And the years that are to follow
until I can really let someone in
Small GodsI brought down the gods for you -Small Gods4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
left city streets in shame
and maimed the victors with thorns,
just to make you believe
in angels again.
Truth was never my home,
but I sought your history
in every face that fell
from too much grace and favor
or gazed upon the living
like so much cattle.
And I could feel you
time's sharp little acrobat
but nothing can grow in earth
this meek and soiled;
and my hands are bloodied
by the cries
of those you left starving.
Mad Libs for Ex-Lovershe told me that he loved meMad Libs for Ex-Lovers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whispering (bitter) sweet nothings in my ear
under (soured) cream clouds, embedded in an (icy) blue sky
his voice like (faded) silk
he was (sickeningly) sweet and
his (soulless) eyes made my knees weak
He told me that he loved me
Under (soured) cream clouds
as he whispered (bitter) sweet nothings in my ear
DesdemonaI sing "willow, willow, willow,"Desdemona5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to the feathers in my pillow.
Shall I die for these imagined sins?
Is my life worth your suspicions?
Then cover my face and stop my breath,
since I must die for you.
I always knew you would be my death,
You always said I was beautiful in blue
Willow, willow, willow,
dead beneath a pillow.
Heart AcheShe fears people like herselfHeart Ache8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He is what she is
Mirroring each other
Deeper they fall
She cannot trust him
He cannot trust her
Hearts already broken
Lives already shattered
She runs from it all
Between each other
So many walls
Help them cope
But neither are brave enough
to reach past their own walls
and tap on the others
Of what he may do
Of what she may do
If these walls may fall
Repressed with knowledge
Hidden with reason
If someone is going to break it down
Maybe it should be him
ForeverMyForever5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drift with me on the face of the sea.
It is our destiny,
The sweet sky is too bright for us.
The tides are too tempting,
and your eyes are gleaming.
Ask Me To Write a PoemAsk me to write a poemAsk Me To Write a Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about kissing witches in my sleep.
Ask me to write a poem
about the bump on my middle finger
from forcing pen to paper.
Ask me to write a poem
about the discolored bruises on my knees
the poetry written in ink upon my flesh
the love in a foreign tongue on my wrist.
Ask me to write a poem
my possessive Siamese,
about my rose thorn teeth,
and the battle scars I wear like trophies.
Ask me to write a poem
about how my own words make me sick,
about how I swear I'll die by the pen.
Ask me to write a poem
about boys and peaches
and how I wish they tasted just as sweet,
about how I sanded away layer, after layer
after layerjust to see if I really bleed ink.
Ask me to write a poem.
Just Like YouThe first thing he said was,Just Like You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"You always wear long-sleeves
An obvious sign
He has experience
But with a glance at his arms and ankles,
He was scar-free
He looked me in the eye
Refused to drop my gaze
I was puzzled
But then he slowly pulled up his shirt
Criss-crossing his chest
His collar bone
Were marks of cold nights
Spent so alone
Couldn't help but stare in wonder
Whisper, "You're broken, too?"
As my stomach fluttered,
He replied, "Yeah, just like you."
so perfectly imperfect youI've finally realized why I've fallen for you,so perfectly imperfect you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before it was so simple to say why,
why I didn't understand
and whenever you asked
I'd reply simply that it was because
you were so perfect,
"that's not a real answer."
Now I've realized that
You aren't my dream guy.
Your eyes don't twinkle,
you don't have the perfect smile,
and you don't have all the answers.
And now I understand
that you're not the guy of my dreams,
you're better than that.
Your eyes don't twinkle,
they shine in a constant smile.
You don't have the perfect smile,
you have a lopsided one with the cutest dimple.
And you don't have all the answers,
you keep me guessing and you lead me on an adventure
together with you
to discover them all
You're better than any guy I could ever dream up
because I can grasp you and hold on tight
and feel safe.
Because I can steal your sweatshirt
lies, and other adventures.you could hear a pin drop to his knees and screamlies, and other adventures.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"come back to me"
his heart's so thick you could cut it with a knife
alright, that's a lie,
but i'm glad you tried
you could see it coming from a mile away
but when it came for you, you were frozen in place.
it takes a village to raise a child
it takes a girl to kill my smile
if you take the blue ones it takes a while
but you'll have time to smell the roses
while you're pushing up daisies
while the rich kids blow their noses
on the wages you won't pay me
a penny for my thoughts?
a penny for my work?
is a goddamn penny so much more than what i'm worth?
we both know the wages
of living in skin
but i'll still weasel my way out
of the trouble i'm in
like a snake in the grass,
like two birds in the bush
while i drown in the past
while my sore eyes look
on a username popped up on a chatroom screen
that makes my heart explode, whatever that may mean
are you here to raise the dead?
or to raise the alarm?
are you here to raise the bar
when it co
I Am Your PoetryI am the last drop of wine in your glassI Am Your Poetry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sip that quenches your thirst and leaves you parched
I am the sigh between your lips
The name on your tongue
I am the daydream that stretches over your mind
The lustful thoughts that keep you up at night
I am the spider scuttling across your floor
The sand on your eyes
The four am regrets that make you toss and turn
I am your poetry
Plucking all the right cords
Composing a melody
Until you are crying
And I am laughing
And I have birthed a symphony
A beauty so obscene
I am your poetry
Comfort With Vodka And Pills 1 I quickly vomited the mixture of vodka and pills I had taken ten minutes before onto the filth-ridden pavement. From behind, the flat sounds of bass and trance thundered out from the brick walls, as flashes of red, green and blue burst through the gaps of reinforced door. I leant, unsure of myself, on the cold railing with my head hung down with heaviness. Fumbling for the bottle of water in the back pocket of my WKD stained jeans, I wretched once more over the railing, but only adding a little spit to the foul discharge on the pavement. To my dismay I found the bottle empty and I cast it away before slouching over the handrail.Comfort With Vodka And Pills 16 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Behind me I heard the heavy exit door open, dismissing it as just another exhausted dancer and resting my head onto my arms, willing the headache away; I was thoroughly surprised when a friendly hand took hold of my shoulder saying my name. I shifted my head over to look at him, his soft eyes piercing my own.
The color of staticYour eyes are the color of static...The color of static4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[ I love channel surfing;]
Riding tiny waves of emotion down your neck
And tip-toeing down the trail of your spine with icy fingertips
Impressions like snowflakes
Like love is a china doll resting on a thin ledge
And equal parts of you cry desperately for one of two extremes:
To see it fall
Or see i
georgian stones.DO YOU KNOW HOW SAD YOU MAKE MEgeorgian stones.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
HOT BREATH OF A DRAGON
ON THE INSIDE OF MY HIPS
CRESTING WAVES BREAKING WISHBONES
WITH STAINED SEASIDE SHIPS
I AM WINTER WITHOUT YOU.
I AM TUCKED INSIDE THE PAGES
OF BOOKS YOU'VE NEVER READ,
EVERY PAGE YOU'LL NEVER SEE
WITH MY HANDPRINT FOLDED ALONG
YOU WILL ALWAYS FORGET ME.
I AM WALLOWING AND SWALLOWING
MOUTHFUL AFTER MOUTHFUL AFTER
MOUTHFUL OF SALT WATER
THE SEA BREAKING EVEN ON MY TONGUE
THE FIRE NEVER CEASING IN MY LUNGS,
I AM LEFT WITH SMOKE.
CurioShe can't handle being manhandledCurio4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By all the pretty girls
So it's best not to touch her at all.
04the poet's teeth are wet with tonguelessness044 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his audience is deaf to his throat
which is a cave where the sleeping rustle of
bats is as silent as the dripping stones by which
the angels are philistines
who have never seen the cavern in which
their opposite rests, tired
and damp, made wingless
from his lack of pretension
man is a slug which must be
guarded from suicide, which it
chases with impossible strength
and fervency, though his
body is weak and he is almost blind
the corpses of humans are small
and their bones stretch against the
tarp of their containment
like a screaming hand beneath a sheet
which cries into silent oblivion
the poet cups his hands with nourishment
and his audience, howling, crawl
over one another with the hunger of dogs
too violent to eat
he is recluse, and rocks at sea in his own sorrow
what i am isn't what i wantI am a salmon swimming upstream through the narrow pathways of your veins. The more I try to swim into the corners of your heart, the more I struggle with the head-on current of your pulse. Im never quite strong enough to make it. Im swept away through your unfaithful, straying fingertips, eventually settling in the base of your curling toes so that I can feel it just a little bit easier every time you walk all over me.what i am isn't what i want6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I am a bat trapped in the cavities of your lungs. I try to sit still, tucking in my wings with submission, but Im sent spiraling into a wall with every breath you take. Instead I fly frantically inside, trying to find an ounce of safety and comfort after being thoughtlessly thrown around. Your constant in-and-out-and-upside-down motion is exhausting. Even echolocation cant seek out your empathy. Ive never been as blind as this.
I am a rabbit burrowing in the crevic