ProposalI've got your purple car,Proposal4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And your flash Miami house.
You can bring your dog and cat,
And I will bring my mouse.
You will have a study,
And you'll get a big surprise,
'Cause stuck above the study door,
Will be your Nobel prize.
We'll make love in our king size bed,
Our pool, your desk, wherever,
In front of our warm fireplace,
During the coldest weather.
You'll make me kind of crazy,
And I'll do the same to you,
But no matter what is said or done,
We'll always make it through.
So I guess it's down to you,
It's you who holds the key,
You are my one and only,
So will you marry me?
Wasting Away In BetweenWasting Away In Between11 years ago in Typographical More Like This
"just walk into the light "shut your mouth and close your eyes
or keep heading for the black for darkness you have a knack
if you're looking for delight" you're the devil in disguise"
said the trickster in my back said the trickster in my back
"choose the realm where to go: "choose the realm where to go:
three headed demons that attack three headed demons that attack
or pale angels that think slow?" or pale angels that think slow?"
said the trickster in my back said the trickster in my back
"shut your mouth and close your eyes "just walk into the light
for darkness you have a knack or keep heading for the black
you're the devil in disguise" if you're looking for delight"
said the trickster in my back said the trickster in my back
EdieEdie5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her skin of powdered rice paper
the scent of rotting orchids,
a drug-induced Noh dancer with
slow-writhing limbs akimbo-
silver-gilded girl of the moment
at the factory that turned out
Monroe silk screens, and porn
to the drone of a refrigerator,
from asylum to the Big Apple,
the apple of her father's eye
and of his desires, she'd sleep
among the gay lovers, pretty boys
with erotic names of exotic birds,
knowing she was safe for a while
as they quarreled amongst themselves-
who'd bring her chocolate shakes,
and chauffeur their princess
to her doctor's for injections
(she was too much a lady to do it herself)
until her fingertips became match-heads
setting fire to hotel rooms,
flailing from inside a closet
while bellboys stole her furs-
face of a comatose junkie drawing deep
on filter-less cigarettes
(she wasn't afraid). And yet, what deeds
have you, Edith, what deeds?
But wasn't she fabulous! remembering
back when she and Suky spent trips
screaming from an open convertible
Burning Sometimes I want to just lie down and cry. Just cry and cry until there's nothing left inside me. No thoughts, no pain, nothing but the slow beat of my heart as it reminds me that I have to go on living. That when I get up there will be a new day that will bring a new wave of pain to my heart. I want to hate you for what you do to me, but how can I? How can I hate you for not being as deluded as I am? How can I hate you when it's me with this problem, this burning need to be loved by you? I can't, it wouldn't be fair. Hating you would be impossible anyway, because I love you too much.Burning5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I ask myself all the time what's wrong with me, what could be stopping you from loving me. I have a list as long as my arm, and it should at least stop me from fantasising about a life with you, but it fails every time. I find myself wanting you more and more each day, and dying inside when you make it clear that it'll never happen. How did I let myself get this far? How
anaplasiaanaplasia5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
conspiring their exodus
clamoring for the cool negligence
lost tongues in long weeping throats
glut of heartmatter
alabaster, pollen, necrotic silk
i'll empty their blasphemies
from broken tusks
spilling the elocution of bliss
so it does not reach the dead.
Alice, oh AliceAlice, oh Alice what a lucky girl you are.Alice, oh Alice5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
To escape you need no magic; no wishing star.
Simply fall down a rabbit hole to utterly escape,
To a wonderland where your whole reality is fake.
No pain, no hurt, no discomfort here
As strange creatures of every sort begin to appear.
Alice, oh Alice you are one lucky girl.
You have the power to create your own world.
What I wouldn't do for a world of my own,
Where every emotion is hidden, nothing is shown.
A place where worries go to wither away,
A place where I can be myself everyday.
Perhaps I've gone mad to dream such a dream,
But Alice, oh Alice you've heard my bloody scream.
Take me to your wonderland where nothing is real,
Maybe if I stay long enough I'll forget how to feel.
ObliviousYou're the only one who cannot see,Oblivious4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This burning need inside.
This desperate want, this massive love,
I'm always forced to hide.
I want so much to tell you,
Just how you make me feel.
But I'll never have the courage,
To break this vocal seal.
You make me so confused,
So happy, so sad, insane.
And yet you never see,
The extent of all my pain.
I know its not your fault,
It's mine and mine alone.
I'm the one who fell in love,
The fault is all my own.
So I guess this is a plea,
Because you make my brain so hazy.
I need a break from all this hurt,
So please, stop making me crazy.
and emptiness is a kind of cagequestions,and emptiness is a kind of cage3 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.
dorman(t)seasi.dorman(t)seas2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are hollows
in the waves
and tsunami tumults
in her silence.
and he is lighthouse
he dabbles on
in the distance,
a churning sea
that phrase and form
he loves the tide pool;
she is the
Dead TearsDead Tears10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am alone.
I am a squished banana
Under the foot of a clown
Peel back my yellow layers
Reveal the soft white child inside
I am slightly mushy
Perhaps you should have eaten me sooner.
Today they forgot to give me crackers with my soup.
I think they did it on purpose.
Why should I have crackers
If nobody loves me?
I sit alone outside the library.
There is no place to sit inside.
It's always like this.
Oh! What a cruel existance is this?
Satan does not acknowlege my letters!
Perhaps I gave the wrong postal code.
Santa does not exist.
The blood trickles down my chin
And onto my inadequately-developed chest.
The clown laughs no more.
selfishearthen toes, he saysselfish4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the branches to his soles
in his bones
sun's blare to corneas
i am the you
searching for you,
so turn me away
rip me out of
A riddle, a meaningI. Curiosity...A riddle, a meaning5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A wondering riddle.
It's what I've tasted from your lips.
There's the mystical answer,
The torture of your spell.
A long way to guess.
I hide a black dusted
Your heart was beating
Out of your chest.
Were its heavy signs -
Louder than on a day
Of Saint Valentine's.
All the waiting,
Your endless disease,
Was finally ending
Slowly and blurry.
The flaming blush upon your cheeks
Was feeling its own, well deserved glory.
You rushed and opened it,
With the permission from my eyes.
I was looking into your eyes-
Deep into your blue storms -
And all I could read
Was only illness consuming you inside
Along with a childish bliss.
After all of this,
You kept pulling the trigger
Rubbing your trembling fingers
And turned the tide.
The clock killed its seconds...
I could hear their scream.
I've never seen such apathy
Drawn upon your face
Beneath a smile felt in disgrace
Of any other ancient
to be heard (speak)i would write youto be heard (speak)8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
if these sentences
weren't so wasteful.
call it a stanza
but this is a
wild and tearing
at my language.
i would hold you
if only i could
stop these hands
i would open myself
lay bare rampant wishful thinking,
scrawl suns and stars that do nothing
except shine bright and useless
screaming your name
in technicolour until maybe
i caught your attention;
i would open myself
if only i weren't
so deathly afraid.
heart, steady your beating;
handle adjective gently,
for some things are not
made for embellishment.
bravery is a promise
you soar, you swim,
and i tire of assembling
wings that break and
Diagnosis....Frequent smile outbreaks,Diagnosis....4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Pink cheek discoloration;
almost divinewe are cities of poetryalmost divine2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
standing in stanzas
that scrape the sky
and shape the cages
we cling to.
the particular apathy
of sidewalk strangers;
in neon drinks and
we are memories
twisting out of vision;
nearly-gods in a
world turned electric
the new day
with yesterday still
we are ghost lights
with nimble uncertainty
through the night-
and fly unseen
in buildings long ago
we could have been
so much more
than what we
Chancescome taste the darkness with meChances6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
swill it between our teeth
and let the moon-shine drip
like honey off our chins
come see all the sweet sounds
hear the pretty colours crunch beneath our feet
let's toss our regrets into the sea
and let the wind sweep away the debris of crumbled dreams
the night is young and we can make new dreams
new promises to maybe keep
a night made for unearthing hidden treasures
beneath sad eyes and scarred hearts
our creaky sighs and rusty laughter
may hang awkwardly from our lips
but the slide of skin on skin is a just-right fit
and second chances like found pennies
should never be ignored
concrete doesn't exist without waterwe dream about the nightsconcrete doesn't exist without water8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
where your head is resting
against my chest,
with blankets sprawled,
our legs intertwined
you right hand locked
with my left,
and my right hand
placed on your lower back.
and while i see these things
in my sleep,
i lie awake imagining
the fragile moments too.
not your cliche
but when i say something
without thinking and it hits
you in the place where i swore
i’d protect with my life.
when i say something
that means the world to me
and it’s nothing
but a scoff for you.
when someone’s loved one
finally meets meta
and we have to be there
still dealing with the physical.
i think of those moments
far too often
and how we’d handle
them when we’re just strong
enough to be fragile.
simplicity is intentional
and humanism is concrete
until life hits
and it isn’t what you imagined.
in general anaestheticsyou are the you i want with hipster lips,in general anaesthetics4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the type with snakes in her bones and
crystalline between all the pinks of her tongue,
the type with all the right secrets in
the crooks of her pockets and neck,
the type with the golden weights
creeping up the sides of her thighs
there's something about injustice that makes me want.
there's something about
the type of bitter sex on the radio tunes stuck
in all the right parts of her dilated corneas,
the type with short eyes and far ears and
a liberal face, filled with all the best rat-hands
and poor words that makes us bold in all the right places.
and i know there's something about the sweet smell
of democracy stuck under the swearing parts of her tongue,
something about all the confections of carnival eyes
that provoke anarchy and makes us spin.
there's something about the dystrophy in her muscles
that allows all the right tyrants in her hipster lips.
and the deviation is so enticing, it makes us sick.
it makes us sick with
BitterBitter-sharp and angledBitter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The stake through my heart
The brightest sun cannot penetrate
The cold seizures as I die
and die, everyday;
but still somehow remain.
You only had to die once.
I've died a thousand times
since you left.
Dying is no way to live.
Love's FearHe holds her,Love's Fear1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe he is ready
to talk about love.
He takes a breath.
She takes a breath.
She is not ready for love,
her heart is cold;
left from a frozen wasteland of a childhood,
she can not receive his love.
He takes another breath,
maybe its not the right time,
He noticed she was upset,
the scars on her arms left a trail
to her heart.
He is unsure.
She is unsure.
Maybe love is possible,
a hug can go a long way in life
thawing ones insides.
Chewing the half moons of his fingers.
Chewing the half ways of her fingers.
He sighs, ready to take the big step,
lightly taps her on the shoulder;
he is now ready he thinks.
He opens his mouth to speak.
She opens her mouth to speak.
tears don't drown your sorrowlost one,tears don't drown your sorrow5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Why do you always seem so sad? Your eyes are deep cerulean swirls of the sea, calm on the surface but fatal underneath with endless anfractuosities. Crestfallen rivers find their way down your cheeks and fall like raindrops on your cold hands.
If you were a song you would be the most broken and desolate winter nocturne in solo. You would be the beautiful heartbreaking tune of the violinist in the park, leaning down to close his old case full of coins.
You said you could play the piano for hours, from sunrise to sunset and into the quiescent night, but I know your slender fingers always remain the same temperature---below zero. And sometimes, your heartbeat is so silent and your eyes so icy blue I could almost see the snowflakes waltzing in them, an endless snowstorm. What happened to your passion?
When the show is over, the stage swept sterile and the actors all gone home to live in the monstrous truth, you sit in the dark and hear the walls breathing, and the whisper war in