p r o m i s e."I need you."p r o m i s e.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"I love you."
Copper WingsLips painted into a sweet, innocent smile,Copper Wings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Milky-blue eyes reflecting the dying sun.
Plastered fingers curl a lock of copper hair
Behind an ever-listening earlobe.
Worn coats, scarves, woolen gloves,
Strewn carelessly across a firelit rug.
She buries her ivory face in my shivering arm,
Pressing a smile to my goose-pimpled skin.
We huddle together in a cold-haunted mess,
Watching the light slither carelessly
Into a canopy of curly, breathless smoke.
Across the whitened tarmac,
I catch sight of wind-whipped auburn,
As she waves between the passing cars.
A warming smile tugs at my lips,
As I take a baby step forward,
Into a suffocating oblivion.
In the space of a winter's breath,
A lover's heartbeat,
She steps into the frostbitten air,
Before soaring on snowy wings,
With the aid of a moving metal shell.
Her tears, replaced with a gush of thick red,
Pouring from her open mouth,
Gaping in a silent scream.
Her godly halo disappears,
And she comes a-crashing,
Head first on the ice-glazed conc
electric girlandelectric girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i was there
electric in the people and the neon
hands wide like rivers, like summer,
mouth open, eyes shut.
and, there you were
dusk road and darkening
bare-backed and tall
smile wide like texas, like thunder,
a nicotine kickdrum heart.
we pressed close to strangers
like they were lovers
sweat-slicked and star-crossed,
closed our wounds with salt and earth
city skylines and bass-line spines
and you kissed me in the dust
in the heaviest of suns
arms up, palms out,
hip to hip, beat for beat,
Tell MeTell me,Tell Me2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Does her name still vibrate through your core
On warm, gusty nights
When the lovesick perfume of honeysuckle
Kaboom - XII - PoetryKaboom - XII - Poetry7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as time colludes with your decision
past the point of swift revision
in the ambit of perdition
on this eventual occasion
when naught is left but dour persuasion
past the point of instigation
what will be your resolution
if my plea meets dissolution
and barren obscures this confusion
from this dire transmutation
before the callous castigation
and any further tribulation
if you heed not this premonition
then kismet in all its precision
will sanction our permanent partition
The PlagiaristI am a plagiarist, I am a thief of words.The Plagiarist10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing I say is my own
Everything I have heard before.
Not a word original.
So heed this warning:
Before you read poetry,
Before you read prose,
Check over your shoulder
Around the corner,
In the closet,
Under you bed,
Don't think too hard or I might yank words directly from you head.
Because I am a plagiarist, I am a thief of words.
I just take the words you say and jumble them all up
So you don't realize the words I'm reciting
Are really…………your own.
PropinquityThe romance that pulses through myPropinquity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
veins craves unison. Forcing my body
to whirl in directions unknown, compelling
me to run wild across the soft earth.
As the sun pulls the Earth towards it,
I am pulled towards your body, your
spirit, your heart.
I long to belong in your arms, let me belong
in your arms please. Under the starlight,
I wish to be at peace with you, complete
harmony, universal intimacy.
Could I? Should I? Build a bridge to you,
communicate my appreciation, initiate
first contact with a form alien to mine.
Your love denied an unexplored
continent, no explorer left to
circumnavigate the futures that could
have occurred between you and me.
You were just a collection of neurons
firing while my eyes were closed, our
history was a fabrication of my mind,
with no substance to ensure our
continuity the synapses slowly wither
at the sound of your name, trying to
counteract the pain I created.
I tried to shift the plates beneath my
chest, to align my heart wit
LadesOlmayacak düşleri üflüyorumLades6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Devil.i saw the devil on the other sideMy Devil.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the world he was wrapping up
his wrists, this was going to be the
he told me to face my demons
take them by the throat and throw
them down, find the strength of
revelation, for the tribulation will
destroy us all.
i would sacrifice my body and
my very soul to get this out of
me, the gift has become a burden,
even my blood doesn't have the cure.
then from the other side, he whispered:
"you disgust me so, your breath is poison,
and your eyes are simply glass how
hast thou survived so long? with no sense
and with no being, do tell me so, for i need to
Inverno _ Winterwinter stung the end of my nose, asInverno _ Winter5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we wandered down the street, your
softest fur scarf, warming my neck,
winter was upon us, but the skeletal
trees were our friends.
they were our friends, once.
you were so nice then, lying on the ottoman,
in the foyer of the hotel, waiting for me,
cocoa in hand, and grin upon your face
you knew how to warm my heart.
you knew how to warm my heart, then.
i wrote my name upon your heart,
and yours upon mine, i shouldn't have
used sharpie, because the lettering is
thunder cracks in the distance, a cold yet
comforting sound, that engulfs my all,
and steals my heart's ache.
bring me back to this place,
one day when i am warmer,
Tal vez -2-Tal vez -2-5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Tal vez la cuenta atrás se haya acabado, pero tú luces tan encantador como siempre.
Tu sonrisa, tu esmoquin, tu elegante frac de color noche.
Atractivo, vistoso, arrebatador.
Puede que mañana ya no me despierte el despertador a las siete, ni que vuelva a maldecir por lo bajo su estridente chillido, pero tú lucirás tan encantador como siempre.
El cabello revuelto y descuidado.
Luz de luna atrapada en ellos.
Dulce, amable y confiado.
Quizás ya sea mi última día pisando este suelo, esta calle, esta ciudad. New York sigue indiferente, tras el transcurso de las horas; pero tú luces encantador esta noche.
Ojos azules cuál zafiros.
¿Qué mas puedo pedir?
Quizás sea mi último suspiro, mi último adiós, mi último beso.
Quizás me entregué a tus brazos sin más.
Pero tú seguirás luciendo encantador esta noche.
FearUpon a blackened mount, amidst aFear3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
darkened world, grows a beautiful
rose, of unequalled allure
it beckons me, teasing
my heart and mind, but
I'm crippled by
fear. Left to
True and HaikuArt is lingerie;True and Haiku4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
silk and satin draped upon
our starving egos.
Not so irrationalI crossed my legs under my skirt,Not so irrational2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wishing away promises,
I feared he would keep.
Sweet Tunes - FFM 2010The only way to appease the creature was to play music at it the older music the better. Whenever the music stopped, it'd stop its melodic swaying, freeze, and then let out the most terrifying and deadly cry. Eardrums bursting, glass shattering, electronics exploding, eyeballs melting that kind of cry.Sweet Tunes - FFM 20104 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
After that, it would disappear, only to reappear at the most inconvenient place imaginable, ready to explode again. If those around it valued their spleens, they would start digging for their MP3-players right away. The more musical amongst us might start a serenade, or some kind of ad-libbed drumming session on whatever's nearby.
But the creature's appetites for quality only increased as the days passed and no-one had yet figured out a way to communicate, capture or otherwise kill the thing. The tinny sound of a radio would only calm it for so long, sometimes even making it angry enough to lash out a protuberance and destroy the offending equipment. Then it woul
Re:lying there under the debris Re:5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that was us.
you've worked my heart raw,
and now the bleeding just
will not stop, darling when you
speak there is just too much pressure
in the air i can feel it pushing me down.
if i fell to my knees and believed again
when the lake turned to crystal and obelisks rose
from all the corners of this world.
the pain in this fall is too much to bear.
marked by an angel or devil? that is the
question i now ask, is this my gift
or is this my curse?
the heavens shall not answer,
until the rain comes again.
i couldn't embrace this lasting
shock, for my sleep had made me weary and
the generations had fallen around me
as they removed the souls from
the bottom of our beings.
surrounding me like the air,
HonestyHonesty4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Why can no one ever be completely honest with me?
Being too polite.
Not giving me straight answers.
Dancing around a subject.
I would rather have people blunt with me,
Than find out the hard way later on.
But no one ever tells me the full truth.
I hate words.
No, not words, the way people use them.
It's sad that you can't often express yourself as much as you'd like.
That you can't let your thoughts and emotions be free.
Because others would react badly.
And no one wants that.
I wish you could take risks without fearing the consequences,
Throw yourself out there and let the world do its worst.
But right now, that's not possible.
I understand the reason for being polite.
But sometimes, just sometimes,
I really wish we didn't have to be.
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." Dr. Seuss.