ephemeralthere's something about theephemeral3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way we keep
to a sleepless night
with the tap of a train
under our feet.
the way we end
with the close of day,
the oranges and reds lingering
while the sleep
tickles our eyelids.
the way we hold each other
in our hands, knuckles tingling
and skin pounding
with each new touch and breath.
the kind of thing that lives
with everything in the way we speak, the careful whispers
in the crooks of our shoulders,
quick in patters of rain, but crawling in droplets,
a haunting reminder of what we are-
019. TearsI microwave a mug of tears, mostly019. Tears5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
my own, for a minute
or so, till they're hot.
Because I am hungry, I toast
a bagel to go with them.
I clean out the crumb tray. I am in no hurry
to write this poem.
I use Mary's homemade jam,
and lagniappe some fresh strawberries.
You would imagine the tears
would taste bitter, as they often do
in poems and songs, but they are
just plain, salty tears.
I curl on the love-seat, faded and ripped,
my winter writing place, set my mug
on the window sill. The cat jumps onto my lap.
Nudging him with my elbow, I begin
to form all the wrong words. Mistake
after stupid mistake leaves my fingers
like dialing your number
after I've just hung up the phone
when I know how you feel
about weakness and cowardice,
or taking your hand
in the waiting room,
when you how don't like public displays,
and I'm sure when you read this
you'll say, "I don't know
what you mean" and look at me
blankly, like I wish my screen still did.
I breathe, and take a sip of h
a fairy songoh lovely dandelion girl,a fairy song6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
are you still dancing with the fairies?
so light, a light
glowing like candles
but don't forget to let your feet
touch the ground once in a while
(stay with us, please stay)
don't forget your softness
can still roar, my dandelion
strong, so strong
and it's okay to bleed
i'm bleeding sorrow out of every
pore and it's still
okay, we're okay together
tea cups, a little chipped
will be loved even more for their
so keep telling, ballerina, keep
the musical box open, i wish
to memorise your tune
and someday, i will whisper too
when poetry flows from my heart and every
piece of glitter will be fairy dust
you'll be the first to know
i'll put my hope in morning dew,
strung on spider silk like pearls,
and sent it all to you
the wind's and yours,
cancer handshoney, you should have knowncancer hands4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm one of those tasteful girls
with all those tongues hidden
in her bones
and not one of those watered down ones
wasting their time with fake, ersatz tastes,
but the pilled, the ones that can be
and can't kill
with cancer hands
ridiculous self-absorptionmy ribs click likeridiculous self-absorption4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
some beautiful incident
its powder-thin chimes:
quiet and unforgiven as sin,
I am trembling in the wake
of some nervous
this seething mass fit to swallow me whole:
like clockwork, my lungs expand
Room 313His head felt likeRoom 3134 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the floor of a Greyhound bus
and he couldn't remember
the name of the breasts
poking into his back -
two idle threats
poised to wreak havoc
on his morning.
He could feel
her broad hips
and wondered if her name
and if the smell of her perfume
was too early for him
and why the carpet
made so much noise.
QuillsThere were birds in my chest.Quills5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Plucking out feathers
and making me choke.
I could not spit them out.
They had names that I swallowed,
They nested in my ribcage
until my lungs cracked,
and when I opened my mouth
They were hiding in my lips
and chipping my teeth.
They clipped my tongue.
Perched on my sternum,
drawing me into the earth.
How their wings stretch
to hollow out my eyes!
Melancholy BoltsI've been broken beforeMelancholy Bolts8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Laid sprawled out
Losing the key to my soul
Nothing but metal
My bolts ripping apart
Its not that bad
vacancy is my shelter
Open to another
Let the lips capture my gears
Present the oil of life
Electrify my circuitry again
Dim the world for me
Keep me close
And let us drift away
Build me up again
Before you kill me
Spit the word
Let me burn
Scream for you
Then turn dust
When the sun shines right
You'll see me floating around
Remnants of myself
Specks in a vacuum of space
I wait to rebuilt again
By the venom of society
Diluted into alcohol
To be abused once more
Will you rebuild me please?
Southern Belle with a LispYou have large compass eyesSouthern Belle with a Lisp4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a bad habit
of losing your balance
and getting in over your head.
I like to watch you drown
at the bubbles you leave behind.
"There goes the boy
I never got a chance to know,"
"wrapped up in idle dreams
and faded blue-jean summer glory."
I write your eulogy
across the lines on my palm
as the steam of my breath rises
and dying-you whispers,
"Once. Twice. Three times and I'm gone."
You were always lost to me
but I make promises,
as you get swept up in the waves,
to tell everybody differently.
They don't have to know
that I only saw you just one night,
that I only loved you for an hour,
that I only remember you
and your Kentucky country-boy accent
when it rains.
BloodRunning away, again and again through the yearsBlood1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Moving from white square to black and back
Packing and unpacking things without meaning
Carrying them from here to there religiously
The doctor says there’s nothing wrong, but still
I’m up at three, drinking coffee, coughing up blood
Watching the same old ghosts watching me
I don’t have to pack them when I move, they follow
A cannibal who’s eaten everyone around him
I’ve turned on myself now, three toes already gone
Watching the lights of the modem blink yellow
No connection; another cough, another coffee alone
Southern GothicCome on mother -Southern Gothic4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
put down that pitchfork
and leave the buttermilk till morning.
The cows have been fed
and the roosters are roosting
like black boots in a cupboard.
Cherry pie is on the table
and I got my gun,
clean as kittens,
from the closet shelf.
I got the baby's bones
in a bag
and you got your knitting;
so we can sit in these rockers
and pray the radio
will wash away all our sins.
Maybe the kids will come by
and this roof will keep sinking,
closing over our heads
just like a single bullet.
INFINITELY LILITHI am not dead for I cannot die,INFINITELY LILITH6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
once Man thought I could be easily misused,
exiling me to an epilogue no longer remembered
as he blotted out my blush from staining
the Earth's chrysalis rind, if only he knew
that beneath my touch knowledge took root
and pumpkins were hollowed out into shapes
-seedless and skinless-as infinite as the mind.
I am not dead, I cannot die
for I am the memory of primevel bliss,
though blackened my skeleton still exists,
licking the Silence clean so my name can
bite more soundly, a thousand serpents hiss
from my nebula center, welcoming to me
my children who bring the blood that feeds
my dessicated garden, ravenously growing,
I cannot regret for I live too purely to repent
the pushing and prodding of my blossoms to be
known by the timeless exuberance of eons past,
in the Moonlight I move and speak of dark things
not really dead and the light not really blessed
without me being known first, infinitely I say
I am not dead for I cannot die.
I am Lilith.
DEAD SLEEPArrested realityDEAD SLEEP5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
No spatial awareness
Halo's on fire
Died to no why
this In betweenThere it isthis In between4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that freak again
I feel it creeping in my brain
pulling nerves and tangling veins
but won't come out
I've even hanged me from my spine
came crashing down
crack my head open so
she'll leak out
Yet she tangles in my hair
breathing whispers in the air
stuffing words under my skin
"And nothing is ever wrong
but nothing is ever right
can't you feel this In between
is driving us insane"
broken guitar, breaking guitarthe wood splintered easilybroken guitar, breaking guitar4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like you said it would
under my hands
kissing the floor so tenderly
one last rain
before deserted summers
a dissonant farewell
and a smile
knowing you were right
(knowing i was a bastard mistake
forever to be disowned)
December 1, 7amIt snows.December 1, 7am4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Magical blue light envelops me
as I am surrounded by twirling soft flakes
My shadow has the colour
of your grey eyes.
One foot in the snow, soft crackling noises.
A cat was out here tonight.
Eyes on the road, cold wet patches on my cheeks.
Through my headphones:
guitars and a voice
singing about how he'd give anything
to tell her the things
she needs to hear.
I just walk.
Biophilic CannibalBiophilic CannibalBiophilic Cannibal5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
only concur when antiquity
is met with antagonism.
they occur and concede
when memories are
tainted grime and smut,
met with carrion redolence.
there is adoration
of all living systems
only when organs
peek through organisms.
Pill, after pill...Insanity lies there, in corners,Pill, after pill...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Along with spiders of my mind
Their web it's made of irises
Of my memories left behind.
Memories, dreams and feelings.
They all passed over my believes,
On a floor of spinning ceilings,
A sky of autumnal leaves,
Withered bits of a decrepit soul.
Time is fierce...
My skin has rusted, hard as stone
Maimed and parched to the bone -
I need a pill, just one more.
Dawns won't pierce
My thoughts falling high
In a sea of toxicity -
There's a pill which might
Bring me closer to the light,
Far from its velocity
And its painful shards
Dissipated in pitched, soften clouds.
There's always a pill
And another pill -
To strengthen up my will.
Though, I will never feel
My emotions crystal clear.
These fake illusions
Will never cheer
Heavy whispers in my ear.
Diseased blood transfusions
Of my dreams becoming real,
The world has stood still
As my shivers tell me to fear.
So I'll take another pill
Because I fear...
When limericks come to playCuriosity killed the catWhen limericks come to play4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Circumspection brought him back
And when the lamb went to it's knees
The rabbit found his lost keys
I take with me this daily bread
The thoughts that pour straight from your head
And with that I shall fall to bed
Before the morn, don't take my stead
helplesswhen we kiss, you breathehelpless4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nostalgia through the cracks
and i find myself empty
Dancing LightsDancing Lights4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gentle rain made sheets come down
And let man-made lights shimmer and dance
Visual beauty to match nature's soft symphony
As gravel crunches beneath your feet
Hear the stories in each drop as they fall
And dance in the cold
Stars and moon blocked out of sight
As the night continues on
AlcoholismWhat am I to do with all this silence?Alcoholism4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drown it in the sorrows of the bottle.
Feel the liquid
burn your throat,
fire through your sinuses,
and on your mind wreak havoc.
Alcohol is not my vice.
Let it be that way.
Let its sweet embrace
burn your pockets dry,
yet fill your heart again:
a perfect circle made of pain.
I am not an alcoholic.
Yet you could become one,
bleed from open wounds
a blood of toxic bile,
followed by its chasers.