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 Reunion4 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
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.
SisterShe told black tales on her skinSister4 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.
Conspiracy withinConstantly looking over your shoulder,Conspiracy within4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as you walk away from
They are following you everywhere,
hiding behind every corner,
and they are out to get you.
Waking up from nightmares
of your own heart betraying you again.
why is history repeating itself?
You are running now, chased by memories,
haunted by mixed emotions
Having trust issues with your own mind,
because what it tells you makes no sense.
Corrupt feeling spreading like poison through your veins,
your arteries are forever clogged with doubt.
But you keep running, afraid to face the facts,
suprised by a war you started within yourself.
Suicide-child abuse awarenessI hear them SHOUTINGSuicide-child abuse awareness4 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
Drug StoreWheels spinning slick on black ice, piled by the side of the street. I don't know where the fuck I am going, just anywhere but here. I don't believe in God but sometimes I a pray. Sound spits sonic from my shitty speakers, bleeding into alleys and walls I am passing. Joint burning down like a live-wire fuse. There are never any cops around downtown. My frozen split ends are starting to melt. Goddammit I'm feeling the world spinning and all the colors are starting to singe my pupils.Drug Store4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all want someone,
a girl with soft hair
and no self esteem.
I want to build her up
so she is invincible.
a lion amongst mice.
The crabs are walking
sideways across brown
sand, sifting sharp.
Seagulls kamikaze down
to the ocean, dipping
their beaks out of bravado.
Automatic doors slide like jelly fish in the ______. My body shakes the clinging cold off as I grab some tea. The specked linoleum floor squeaks against my wet sneakers. Drowning in the smell of lemon pledge. People with name tags ask if I need
ForeverMyForever4 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.
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,"Desdemona4 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.
ColorlessI huddle in the passenger seat of your chaotic misadventures;Colorless4 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.
bite my lip.I want to spend monthsbite my lip.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you; & i'm in the
mood to be
pretentious in your
(drinking distilled water
or eating cheap noodles
with plastic chopsticks)
we could lie on each other
consensually in conditions
of dry &
I want to
catch buses with you. And trains.
Standing at the platform
deep in our
searching for change like
star crossed lovers;
i'll kiss you again & mess
up your fringe.
You remind me of Liam Gallagher.
I want to catch trams, trains
buses, taxis & never feel
until you leave me again
without saying anything
you just nearly
Heart AcheShe fears people like herselfHeart Ache7 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
18 Years Agoi.18 Years Ago4 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
Dorian GrayIt has taken tenure in my body,Dorian Gray3 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.
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 You4 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.
Delilah, May I Cut Your Hair?Delilah, may I cut your hair?Delilah, May I Cut Your Hair?5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Use your braids to tie you to the bed we share?
May I keep you there,
to stay forever at my pleasure?
Delilah, you are my lover,
but you do not love me.
With slender fingers that I often kissed
you found your way inside my skin and
deftly pulled a heartstring out,
wrapping it like wire
'round your slender finger like a ring.
Would you attach it to your heart
or cut it, too?
Delilah, you are my love
but you do not love me.
What can I do to make you love me?
Anything if you will stay
Delilah, will you cut my hair?
I will be your slave forever,
if it should be your pleasure.
I will die at your pleasure, cruel Delilah.
Say that you love me.
Lie, Delilah, lie.
You say you love me,
Delilah, lie, lie, lie.
You are my lover,
but you do not love me.
Nothing I could do would make you love me,
but you lie, Delilah.
Every night, you lie to me.
You took everything from me.
Delilah, I want t
CurioShe can't handle being manhandledCurio3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By all the pretty girls
So it's best not to touch her at all.
elsewhereI want to escapeelsewhere3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If only for a little while
To a place where the stars
Light the streets and the only
Transportation you have
Consists of fairy dust and hope.
I want to go to the place where
I left my heart years ago for safe keeping
Along with peter pan and my lost boys
Who captured my smile and kept it in
A red velvet box that told me it was treasured.
I want to go to that place where
Love exists. Where the flowers
Sang us to sleep when memories
Too sad to remember kept us
awake . Where you could Breathe
Underwater and visit castles In
the sky and warm friendly monsters
With open umbrellas on windy days.
I want to go there
Where adventures were abundant
And not even the fish had to be bound
To the sea. Where hakuna matata was
Something I lived by and growing up
Was something of a choice.
Where I had a voice.
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 15 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.
I Am Your PoetryI am the last drop of wine in your glassI Am Your Poetry3 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
Pretty UglyShe's at all the big parties.Pretty Ugly4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one tipping the glass up in her hand,
like a hurricane is on it's way.
like the world will end any second.
like everything will never be okay.
The one with a needle in her arm.
like she wants to lose her voice,
like she wants to fade, fade away,
like everything is worth leaving behind.
You're the one,
the only one.
Who sees that in her eyes.
the blank stare that grabs your heart and bursts.
You're the stranger at the party,
in the alley that night.
Thinking, "Was it worth it Pretty ugly girl?"
Because you know deep inside,
I DreamedI dreamed last nightI Dreamed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a dragon,
Taking a hint from his more civilized cousins,
he shape-shifted until
he became a man,
intense and charismatic,
who then became a politician.
He ate the supporters
of his opponents
when the press wasn't looking,
and an opponent or two
had shiny brass buttons
on his chest,
and a trophy wife
in the best Jackie Kennedy fashion,
wore an expensive suit
and wanted to rule the world.
Eh, sounds like a Doctor Who episode,
I thought, waking up,
or maybe real life -
haven't been able to decide.
04the poet's teeth are wet with tonguelessness043 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