Paper CranesI chased my dreamsPaper Cranes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into a forgotten past,
Across a nightingale floor-
To a cherry blossom room.
Where, in fine gossamer silk
I folded flocks of paper cranes,
And often wrote you Haiku
Of amusement and romance.
Chasing after you like wind
With my wild butterfly heart,
Loving so unconditionally
Even though, - regrettably,
My most beloved dragon;
In this long, lost, lifetime,
You found me far too late.
So, when our paths crossed
You already belonged to another.
Birds.I'm strong enough (I hope)Birds.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To fold my wings and gracefully bow out,
And I shall sing from the cage of my heart
Of the delight that I thought I knew,
Something I half and so stupidly dreamed for.
I was never meant to soar with you.
But, I remember your wings were shelter-
A dark roost I wanted to claim for mine.
The peace-dove it seems has a bleeding heart,
And crows plucked the foolish eyes from hope.
I only ever burned bright like a phoenix
When you set my heart completely afire,
But your truest flame is burning for another.
Time comes now for this solo night owl
To step aside for the dawn chorus.
I become advisor and trusted confidant,
Dun is the sparrow against a paradise bird.
If you leave the cage doors open - slightly ajar
I'll just let the wind carry me away
Unrequited love my swansong.
WavesTell me;Waves3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you remember,
How we watched the waves?
Listening to the soft crashing
Of the ocean and her lullaby,
As she breathed in and then out
With the screams of the grey gulls,
To break those soft sea sighs
The waters were always cerulean.
The age was golden, we naively thought
That we had it all - and I think we did;
Except a shelter from the coming storm
A disaster, that even with all our knowledge
We never could have possibly predicted
Much less have ever prevented.
Those continuous, falling, grains ran out
Of our allotted time in an hourglass past .
Becoming a vast shore - a beach of regrets
To be swallowed up by the high tides,
The ocean just one too many salty tears,
We were drown like the great city.
But I never loosed your hand,
As those tears fell from crystal sockets
Into some now long forgotten memories.
Even as our two souls were left
To sink or to perhaps swim with fickle fate,
And to chase on
One... I.One...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
More lies behind my eyes;
Behind this face of bold statements.
Certainly harder playing !
Seemingly emotionally detached
Bypass (if you can),
The brief, armoured, surface layers.
Take some time and peel away;
Unfasten one by one
All the fiddly buckles and knotted laces,
And discard the 'kick-ass boots'.
Beneath it all
--Once you get to the bottom,
I become so very undone
What you see
Is not (and never will be) what you get.
Which me am I today?
The flippant devil could care attitude
There is another (scarily softer) side.
You don't have to dig so deep;
To realise I'm my own mask.
I'm only human--
And I do have a heart.
Sometimes I just need reassurance.
Frosted GlassCelebration flutes exploded with bubbles,Frosted Glass3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And twinkling crystal seemed to shatter
Dream-like in slow motion Before wide eyes.
Expressions lit up like the fireworks,
That spilled downward from the night
In sparkling, brief kaleidoscope showers,
That ignited a sense of fragile beauty
That lingered in my mind and imagination;
But failed to warm my frosted glass heart.
A ForeverThere is somethingA Forever3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unfathomably calm and soothing,
About the idle thoughts
Of a limitless forever.
That wild, and wide,
Endless expanse of time.
Set out so very neatly before you,
Waiting to be embraced.
Especially if you
Can spend it in loving company,
In love, and being loved
So very completely,
By another being, whoever,
Whatever form, they might take
That makes you complete,
The other half of your soul.
And yet - there is still
Something most daunting,
About the prospect of forever - alone.
If you can't find them.
Reality StitchesAmid those skipped stitches,Reality Stitches3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And pulled threads of this reality,
The fates weave our lifetimes.
Then allocate to each one, many things-
Yet, each has limited heartbeats,
And every breath is numbered.
We are only allotted only so many
To whisper simple things,
The things like; 'I love you'
We've had many threads you and I,
But our lives always cross,
Perhaps, if I hold my breath
For long enough, or for forever
Those fates will continue
To let me keep you for just as long.
NaiveAs a child;Naive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There were never
Monsters beneath my bed,
Although I peered beneath
I sought them out,
But found none.
As an adult;
I have often woken
To my disappointment,
And found plenty of them-
Not beneath the bed,
But beside me in it.
As a child;
There were never
Ghosts in my closets,
Although I hid within
To talk to them,
But none answered.
As an adult;
I have often heard
To my disappointment-
The call of voices,
The ghost of you there
Still on a hanger.
As a child;
There were endings,
To all the bedtime tales
Love at first sight,
Happily ever after,
As an adult;
There's no such thing.
Not My HeroThe city burns,Not My Hero3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the buildings crumble,
-We will rebuild.
the people scream,
-I hear them.
they cry for help,
-I am justice and I am here.
who will answer?
who will save us?
who will heed the call?
-The signal has gone up and I will answer.
where is our savior now?
Baby I'm sorry, but Superman has better things to do....
-I'm not sorry; Superman doesn't belong here.
-I am Batman and this is my city.
UnbearableDear Peter,Unbearable3 years ago in Letters More Like This
I wanna know you the way grandpa archie knows his KFC original recipe chicken breast. I'll crack those rib bones and suck down your marrow and your meat. More than that, though, I'll remember the spaces between them- like those things we wordlessly agree not to mention.
How our first kiss felt like the dud firework that lay on its side, forever dormant
And how even now I turn my cheek to you when you lean in.
How every time I catch your eyes I flinch because I know I don't deserve that look
And how later I'll sketch it out, penciling pity into those sea-swept eyes to explain to my mirror what they must have seen in me.
You oughta know me the way Captain Edward Smith knew his ship.
Well enough to claim she was indestructible.
Well enough to realize when she was going down.
Well enough to abandon a l o s t c a u s e .
With all this love and the forever I never had-
Sabra Girlno matter the numberSabra Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
scraps from your table
flecks of affection
you taught me it's alright to say goodnight in the morning,
to tuck the pilling quilts around your thick shivers.
i will make you both waffles and pancakes,
starches to smother with the love you won't accept from me.
it's not your unreadiness,
or my tendency to overkill- just..
two blank shots weren't meant to
m e e t i n t h e d a r k.
like we did.
'nevermind' doesn't mean that:
not on love seats
not on park benches
you started with the 'n' from 'no,'
met my eyes
Undeliveredor:Undelivered3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how to write to peter
i. sprinkle pixie dust on
one feather of a whisper
ii. blow a kiss to nudge
the dictations of your heart
from a fourth-story windowsill
iii. crawl (sloth-toed) onto the roof
& stretch your third eye
to watch your letter cross state lines
iv. shiver restlessly until
vi. you feel your feather of a whisper
nestle in his concave
the space where his left collarbone meets his neck strings
"if i were you i would want me back"
UnsentDear Peter,Unsent3 years ago in Letters More Like This
The space between us is a living creature,
saber-toothed & homely,
a hangman's grip in its ill-shapen eyes-
nightmarish, sure, yet,
defeated by my one-track-minded shrug.
Journeys with missions are waltzes on two feet;
I keep in step, nocturnal eyes pealed and snow-glazed.
Dozens of night-light headlights gleam like the heaven I'll never see.
The space between us is a living creature,
machete-clawed & restless.
yellow lines weren't meant for feet
like I wasn't meant for you
let nature pity the beast who tries to stop me walking down the middle of every street between y o u a n d m e
S c a r e d.''What are you scared of?''S c a r e d.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
''Because you're always the one to break my heart, over and over again.''
LamentWhy is it thatLament4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
what we desire
we can never
within our grasp?
All I find
within my reach
is burning regret,
and it sets
my heart alight
with untold longing.
June 4th, 2010
DriveNo matter how far or how fast she drove, it always caught up with her. In fact, it sometimes arrived where she was headed before she even got there; and every time it happened, she pressed the gas pedal a little bit more, pushing herself a little bit faster. She hurtled down freeways, weaving between car after car; she ran red lights, she nearly mowed down her own neighbors. But it always caught up to her.Drive1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As she pushed herself more, she finally threw her caution out the driver's side window; the rules of the roads no longer applied to her. And one day, she drove her car straight into a wall, the cement divider between her old self and insanity, going a hundred and two miles per hour.
And now it couldn't catch up to her, she was free; free from her own mind at last.
TaxonomyRegrettably, those who happen to share my kingdom, phylum, class, order, family genus, and species cannot possibly understand the bond I've managed to foster with the one to whom I'm attached by the class, located just below the phylum. As chordata, we've both been blessed with a wonderfully flexible spine (except, it seems, when I sit, stand, or walk, and whenever he wakes up from an especially long nap) and as mammalia we've both been benevolently blanketed by a layer or five of fibers, and though mine are perhaps fewer in number, pigment, and blatancy, they're there all the same.Taxonomy1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sharing a certain affinity with my alarm clock, he takes it upon himself to personally grace my countenance with his fur-coated form each morning in order to assure that I make any and all necessary appointments. His tail is held high and swished through the air as I trudge zombie-like behind him at that ungodly hour, nearly tripping over his darting, meowing form. As we reach his destination he insists tha
Dust and clouds.While the tractors kicked upDust and clouds.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dust from dry fields
I watched the clouds passing
And tried to catch the wind
Until it numbed my fingertips,
Wishing I could be just as free--
Reminded always of the fact;
'Time waits for no man '
As the small eternity passed
Unable to be reclaimed.
Spoils...You count me among your spoils of war;Spoils...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would seem that I was won
But from whom?
When and where were these great battles
That left you victorious?
You tell me of supposed 'admirers'
Beings that are both real and unreal.
Those who have glanced my way--
Your opponents in this joust of hearts;
The girl in the orchard with the pretty smile,
My bookworm librarian across an oceans.
You remind me of the chocolate boxes
Mailed from computer wizards--
The corseted lady in black, lost in her cups.
Did you rescue me from the sadist in a walled city?
(Though I consider him long vanquished!)
Or more fanciful a conquest over other opponents;
Stolen from a wolf-lord from the frozen north,
Charmed from the gasp of a Midas-kissed dragon.
Purloined from the shogun zombie,
That satyr born on the nameless day,
And a bone-tattooed youth?
Some friends and some lovers.
Few still dear others outright detested.
Many fell by the wayside-- and I propose this;
Decay.A hollow pleasure.Decay.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something meant to be a 'we',
Done as an 'I'.
With the dead for company
I remind myself there is beauty in decay;
Yet, the breakdown of feelings,
And the decomposition of hearts;
Why does this feel so ugly ?
Forget-me-notsI thought I might find you here;Forget-me-nots2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No surprise to me
That you wander silently,
In a place of old memories
And consecrated grounds
With the long dead beneath your feet.
Erosion takes away the heart-felt words
That were once carved with family pride
Lost names and remembrance in stone.
You have no fear of the ghosts
Where now nature and time reclaim
Whispering gently in pale blue: