On the Lights of HeavenIn Heaven,On the Lights of Heaven5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the stars cannot be seen,
and so the stars are sacred.
writer flame of my candlewriter 8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
scare away those sleepy nightmares of my bright days
of dreams I've lost
of joyful smiles and grins covered with frost
(oh, I long for privacy)
(for my lonesome ink-filled secrecy)
(for strokes of silent solitudes)
make it all fly away and hide
under my feet
make it all disappear
like a long forgotten
oh my curtain,
can you see through your velvet tapestry
those empty f
DownersDowners downers-Downers4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Must have chewed the pill,
Because I'm downer still.
Wake me when my breathing gets too shallow, dear,
I know it will.
If I'm seeing double, dear,
Please tell me which of you is real,
So I can hold the you that's here
And ask the other how to feel.
Wishing you away, my dear,
Was never what this was about.
I would rather not find peace
If payment means to push you out.
Downers downers downers
Never stood between us, anyhow,
Though I would take the rest left in this bottle if you started now.
SiegeI imagine when I'm gone you will still be;Siege4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rubbing your tears into shoulders of angels,
seducing the sky with your dark-blue eyes,
showing him how he could be.
I imagine when I'm there you will be gone;
wandering seas on your self-chosen odyssey,
bribing the dangers with throw-away smiles,
re-staging the Trojan deceit.
I imagine when we meet I will not want to,
you'll try all the tricks they taught you in Turkey
but when Greeks crawl out through your lips
they won't find me unarmed and sleeping.
I've seen you love a man to death
and I have seen you die
in lover's arms:
I do not need endings like that.
Lullaby for an illusionWhen you'll feel the cold wings of the airLullaby for an illusion4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Caressing joyful dew drops on your hair
When your sight will get free...
In a wild blink of rebelious glee...
In a time of unreal memories, you'll see
The places our surreal worlds have built
Mountains, lakes, trees
Shrouded by a sweet, divine wind.
When your heart will see
Birds flying freely, endlessly...
Decomposed on the sunset's hue
Then you'll know and feel
My hands longing to reach you
The whispers of a pure truth:
"My blue torment of my youth...
In silence, memories and distance,
Upon the ceiling of my imagination,
I'll always be with you"
2015 April HaikuWriMoDay 30 ~ "full circle"2015 April HaikuWriMo2 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
start at the end
finish at the beginning –
i am full circle
Day 29 ~ "irresistible"
you call to me, irresistible –
right now, perfect
Day 28 ~ "words"
connect me to you –
souls on paper
Day 27 ~ "flight of the bird"
fly me away,
blown by gods,
tell your tale,
your existence –
leave your mark.
Day 26 ~ "clocks"
teasing you wide awake
Day 25 ~ "sakura"
cherry blossoms spiral –
Day 24 ~ "humour"
trial and error
we are old friends –
still they wonder
why black edges
Day 23 ~ "cards"
shuffle my heart
take a chance on a diamond –
beware the joker smile
Day 22 ~ "pastoral"
truth on tr
Chrysalides Die (Cracked Pupa/Pupil/Pupils)character caricatureChrysalides Die (Cracked Pupa/Pupil/Pupils)7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
exaggeration level grotesque
excessive hyperbole fabricated
into a sewn objective
of character animation and
assassination is extravagant
in this exquisite corpse
try to stab needles into
a heartless bastard
and all you hit are
tapeworms and barely-there
arteries holding together
a failing stomach
of pit(t/i)ed) humanity
falsehoods over shoulders
like a cloak or cape
onto the backs of cetus
tsunami holds weight
like breaking barrier fetus-
falls inside the heavy
rain of evil kingdom reigns
poem poetic propaganda
projects projectile prejudice
this character caricature
of poetic propaganda
like a covered cetus
breaking a fetus
with his esotropic entropy
WinterFar awayWinter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's a place
Where I banished my hopes.
Need a getaway
To unleash my thoughts.
'Cause right now I'm lost
Without a trace -
All I see is empty streets
Not even a known face.
When will you come for me?
Because I'm all alone
Counting my steps
Forgetting where's home.
Shadows and deaf noises
Are surrounding my path
My skin froze
Thinking of you here...
Here with me, at last.
This cold feeling
Got stuck on my veins
A wish of healing
Isn't possible it seems.
I never knew a warm place to go
Confusing circles are spinning around
I hope I'll never hit the ground
Because I miss you so
vera's flowersYou are my tomorrow.vera's flowers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is why I cannot sleep, why I am slept around,
Zero is a rising wall inside of me,
Rising into an incandescent flush of skin;
I cannot sleep. It is yesterday.
you are my wednesday :
the vein of the ghost family, face of bone,
you have a dewey decimal code
stitched on your spine, as you
wait for me to pick you out of weekend editions
There are cigarettes in the mouths of florists:
Roses choke in my heat.
Silence is warmer in black & white
I feel something rousing the lines of dead in me
They sweat and glance at my unwound clock, feverish,
I have been away from love for too long.
i hate men-
thols, you should know, the vertigo breathes
through vestiages. the flowers hold
our colours. i am wondering if hemaeglobins
ever look back when they run, i am wondering
if the apple blushes poison
i am wondering if you are drinking girls instead of tea today
Obscene days made of hours and circles
Too cold to breathe; singe my throat anyhow
the rain collapses on an e
love and landmarksyou broke down today,love and landmarks7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sketching your fears on
yellowed folds of a blank canvas
charcoal smudges and blood stains
masked by peeling brush strokes.
but what scared me the most
the colors of your fears and dreams
naked and permanent,
before my eyes in watercolor,
etching out your heart.
and I wasn't sure
I wanted your confession.
I poured vodka against
the grain and the pastels
bled into the city streets.
I went home and mapped
the letters of my love with
ink and paper dotted with
salted tears and hollow breath.
and if i had let you lean on me
the same way I've leaned on you,
a million times, maybe, more,
i would have realized
our fears were the same.
I'm building a wall,
burying lost hopes and dreams
inside the bricks and grout
just like china.
and emptiness is a kind of cagequestions,and emptiness is a kind of cage2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
nights under the sky
and the dark feels so small.
like the constellations are nets
that cage and pull you close
while you run the midnight circle;
burning, burning with desire
(it's hard to tell
which is which
so many questions
on the sidewalks,
at the edges of everything;
a cacophony of shame
behind your lips
and you reel,
that echo in the night
and beat with the wind
all hollow inside,
a faltering halt
of an answer that glimmers
in the dark.
True and HaikuArt is lingerie;True and Haiku4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
silk and satin draped upon
our starving egos.
Sleeping PsycheI bleed loveSleeping Psyche4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
while you drink pain
I am the god
you take in vain
My words die
before they can touch
Your hearts strings
are out of my clutch
You are my beauty
my midnight violet
pinned to my chest
Yet dark wilts
are all you see
I can't digest
Things I can not fathom
or believe a girl should think
Always preferring to dress in black
never feeling that pretty in pink
I want to take you dancing in the rain
out under the moon and stars
To soak away all that pain
as I tenderly peel off all of your scars
Yet you refuse to let one eager note
travel from my hearts lyre
and give birth to a single belief
as I set its strings on fire
You refuse to let one arrow
my love made razor-sharp
Pierce your tender flesh
into your protected heart
Let me wipe away hates tears
Open your cocoon and let you fly
release you from that shell of fears
to this land of you and I
Hear these words I speak to you
plant them deep in the soil of your mind
Let love be all you do
and love is all you'll find
The RavenO patron saint of darknessThe Raven5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thy inked feathers glisten
In the light of the waning moon
As your powerful wings carry you high
Up into the kingdom of the angels
To which you grace with your presence
Those who christen you a scavenger
Know nothing of your loyalty
Know nothing of the magnitude of help
To which your friend the wolf owes you
They fail to see the alliance
Which humans sadly lack
If I were to be so lucky
To have an existence such as yours
I'd carry myself away from the fighting
And let the ravens caw lull me to sleep
The sky is the worlds safest haven
And this sky is owned by the mighty raven.
Poetic ProseShe was made of lilac lace and shining silk, and her skin was milky pure and smooth. Her blond hair touched with honey cascaded upwards, then down to her shoulders; it had no need to glitter. That was for her eyes, her eyes of silver-blue and thinly clouded skies with the sun shining through. Her graceful limbs bestowed, like Aphrodite, the power to fall in love with her and only her.Poetic Prose5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He was inhumanly striking, dark skinned like sun-baked Africa. His hair was severely pulled into a ponytail only half the time, coarse like the mane of a horse. Gold and diamonds glinted within its depths, symbol of his growing wealth. Even the horns on his head were banded with platinum and sapphires, and his clawed fingers were bedecked with all the visions of Ploutus. His hooves remained hidden beneath a skirt of purple velvet, but his tail curled amid the rungs of chairs silently, silently.
She smiled when she saw him, and th
PartingSlain upon the outlookParting6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A crop of harbour wood
With broken blade deep in my side
And breath spilt out the hilt
White voices in the smoky mists
And carried off of air
That leaves as red as virgin rose
When cleft its feet in love
A heavy brow of curls and lashes
And eyes behind their rap
Upon my ribs with dulling pain
As more I have it be
Spray as clean as silty roads
And silk to trade the walk
The mountain caps with veins of blue
Come meet a garden parting
MovingMy face wears the care of a million mile’s walkMoving1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the darkest of places, out of step, out of time
I bear the burden of a thousand lost nights on my back
And lend myself to distant voices, some laughing
Sounds of the city will soon disappear, I’ll find quiet
At last; I wonder if I can stand it?
I knew solitude once, long ago
I sometimes think this life’s all been a dream
But the soles of my shoes beg to differ
Why I Was Never BaptisedWhen I was smallWhy I Was Never Baptised8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn’t believe in Santa Claus
but I did believe in a bearded man,
who wasn’t a man, and less so a woman,
who was really three people,
and one was a spirit
and one was a son of the other.
I didn’t know if he was very nice,
or how big he was,
but he felt like a box
and I was in the box,
and everyone said he loved me.
I learned to let words roll off my tongue
which had no meaning to me,
writ in an old, tired English
translated and retranslated so people like me
could form them,
and I was told to keep them in my box
because they were the only truth,
and not to question them.
To this day, I don’t know a place
where truth exists before questions, but
as I grew bigger the box grew smaller.
I was never baptized.
Some people are surprised to know,
and every time I have to explain
how I was taught that it was a choice;
a conscious declaration of devotion to the
one that would last the rest of my days,
DinnerThe first time death came courtingDinner4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he sought my kidneys,
sweet meat for such a famished guest -
enough to whet his appetitie
and lure him back for more.
The second time
he craved my heart,
warm as a steamed pudding,
plump and plated like a lobster -
such succulent sustenance
fit for a king
Then he envied my eyes
two orbs like oysters
brimmed with salt
or ripe olives
that he could pluck
and roll between his brittle lips.
But it was my skin
he coveted most -
that supple, quivering layer
flayed tender by his hands
breeding life so rare and warm
that he would never get to taste.
AmazingAmazing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These are the same forks
that I used yesterday
to gouge your eyes out.
No dear you can keep them.
EncryptedWhat I say is, as it seems,Encrypted4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way it seems to be,
Reason for my silence is
my fear of being heard,
Sixty feathered ravens lie
beneath a coal-black sun and try
to see the good in what they have:
A lamp with loose connection,
which is caused by all their fights, they have a
wall they can't see through, they have an
ocean they don't cross.
When one says: "This is it."
nod but add a '-but' in silence.
One of them likes thinking, but
has never said a word.
One of them likes drinking, but
dislikes all unknown faces.
One of them's a talker,
talking trash quite happily.
The other ravens want to stay
anonymous - and safe.
explodes in theorems:
Once again he has discovered
things too wise to say.
He'll live them.
One of them goes back to
singing secrets to the sun
And while some of them may hate him,
mostly, they agree:
This is a good thing, all in all,
this is a good world, all in all,
pre-tax, of course, b