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.
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
Wasting Away In BetweenWasting Away In Between10 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
Egoista Pero... ¿Por qué no te gusto? ¿Qué tengo yo de malo?Egoista4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mira.... ¿Ves esto? ¿Lo ves?
Sus inmensos ojos verdes ascienden desde el suelo hasta el punto al que él señala; no dice nada, se limita a llorar en silencio. Una lágrima tras otra. El nudo crece justo sobre su lengua. Abriría los labios para añadirle un zumbido a las lágrimas pero su orgullo no se lo permite.
Está vacío , él y su crudeza, él y su maldita tranquilidad . No no no sé cuándo empecé a quererte, tampoco sé cuando dejé de hacerlo , engulle saliva, buscando un poco de tiempo para poder ordenar un par de palabras que tengan algún tipo de sentido . Me lo has matado... Todo este tiempo... No se puede hablar contigo... es intentarlo... y... Una tras otra, sus vacilaciones otorgan incoherencia a todo cuanto dice.
¿Qué tengo yo de malo?
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.Burning4 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
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?
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.
Her PerfumeShe bites my lip, bites her ownHer Perfume4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and there's something glorious about her
and the careless, controlled caress of her palms
I kiss the freckles, paled by maturity
beneath her autumn-eyes
and she smiles, oh God, she smiles.
I inhale the heady scent of her throat,
cigarettes and spice and that perfumed mist
she keeps in a vial of absynthe-green
beside the bed.
I wish my skin would melt
so that I could crawl into hers
and feel her pulse more clearly against my soul
I wonder how to explain this to her,
this dark-bright drowning in flames
like rough velvet
but I've lost my reason long ago
Instead, I stutter an incoherancy and she
she smiles, oh God, she smiles.
I knew she'd understand.
ShroudShe weaves a dress upon the loom,Shroud3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
her neighbors knowing it's a shroud,
window dressing for a tomb -
she weaves a dress upon the loom.
Forbidden fruit has scarred the womb,
a stranger's face amidst the crowd,
she weaves a dress upon the loom -
her neighbors knowing it's a shroud.
SnapWhen the lights snap outSnap4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
do you think of my breath,
a hot map
between your shoulders,
and asking questions
like we did in school?
How many times has my image
slipped between your sheets
and kept you at the window,
counting stars and cars,
the highway owning us both.
I would kiss your pulse -
drink you down
in those thick gulps
that made you spin
and grasp my fingers
to keep us both
anaplasiaanaplasia4 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.
OrchestraFour a.m is uneasy -Orchestra3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
time purloined and left
hanging on the bed posts.
You said I crowd your sleep,
feet and hands slipping cotton,
pulling dreams in paper streams
like the nest of wasps
growing restless in the tree.
Your legs make room for me,
for the sound of weather
happening on the roof,
and warm the space above us,
setting fire to the drapes again.
Just let me feel your clavicle
press under my hips
where daylight squeezes in
and hinges us.
So we both can waken slowly,
you know, like kids in summer
who long for everything to never end
and the sky to be an orchestra
TummyfliesYou come online. I feel the familiarTummyflies5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tickle of caterpillar
019. TearsI microwave a mug of tears, mostly019. Tears2 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
general romancemy spine is what's softgeneral romance4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and hands are the cold
being under my skin
lips are the
the vacant ears,
and even though
rain does not come
every season, fingers
are the pattering
to my skin
where dream is truthOne day she fell asleepwhere dream is truth4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
only to wake
as audience and protagonist
As Spring burned to colours
with bejeweled desperation
and the chafe marks from her
A cheerful painting that is
being eaten away
The heavy aroma in the air
sweetly strangles her breath
and the seductive sensation of
the flowers devouring the mind
Greedy little mouths
latched of he scar-decorated
stains the electric blue sky
Sanity flows away
When I woke up I saw my dream
wasn't far off from
DrownBlackness at three AMDrown3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Books of hymns
Ribbons, wreathes, smoke
Phone calls from the dead
These things I know
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.
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-
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.