"would you kindly?"i. fate"would you kindly?"5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
implanted at birth,
but this gift
on its own
won't persuade me
now my flight
met with fire,
breathe and be
I must surface
in my chest.
future will rest;
in the flame,
in the sea,
or in tower
iii. entrance (atlas)
all the world
is a weight
I am tasked
and with promise
is the destiny
of the most
from acid misplaced.
Weather ManCast iron clouds cascadeWeather Man4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Down like an air raid
The sky is grey like TV static
I raise two fingers like rabbit ears
And try to receive your signal
I can feel my fillings picking up AM radio
The weather carries an uncharacteristic sense of urgency.
The weatherman is screaming.
His voice is hoarse, his breathing shallow.
There is a storm coming.
That lysergic acid rain may fall
And rend my flesh away
Hot and humid as a fever
And the hallucination with it
It is raining sideways now,
The weatherman doesn't tell the wind
Which way it's gonna blow
Distance exaggerated by the damp air,
I am an island today.
I kiss the emptiness where you should be,
But I taste only salt water.
When I told you you made me feel
Like New Orleans in two thousand and three,
I didn't always mean in a good way
A blown away way.
I feel the saline in all my open wounds.
Sharks are strolling down Bourbon Street,
Their dorsal fins indistinguishable from the shore break.
The bodies are floating to the
poetry.But i love youpoetry.9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will you be there when i die
kiss me one final time
catch me when i fall and bleed
would you even wanna cry
while you watch me slowly die
watching as my blooddrips
rolling off my finger tips
drips onto the floor
more and more
hearing all my bloody cries
watch tears roll from my eyes
gasping for one final breath
pain swells up in my chest
spreading through my arms and legs
but i can still feel pain
i try to regret nothing
but that is so hard to do
when all i hear is
"but i love you"
No poetryNo poetry was written,No poetry9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No fairytales were read.
As if it was forbidden,
By the monsters in her head.
And all they thought was silly,
Was quickly thrown away.
By a girl who had to grow up,
By a girl who couldn't play.
All her dreams and fantasies,
All her fears and hopes.
Thrown in a bag of garbage,
Balloons and skipping ropes.
The teddybears and puzzles,
All had to retreat.
For new puzzles in her head,
She never would complete.
No poetry was written,
No fairytales were told.
Her eyes spoke of a sad tale,
Her hands were always cold.
She thought of no white horses,
For she was no princess.
Her life was about papers,
And secret loneliness
All her dreams and fantasies,
Would never come true now.
For she had forsaken them,
Without knowing how.
Remember how happy she was.
She doesn't even know.
The little girl she used to be,
Was forgotten long ago.
ThunderYou ask why I fight, love?Thunder5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And you ask why I still live.
For the beat-
That soul-thrashing, blood-boiling
The pain, the heat
And the incessant thunder of the world.
I run for the pounding of feet on earth
The guitar to be so near the screaming
And the drums.
And the fight
Burning blood and anger and hate
Bone-rattling thump and scream
Of the shells.
And I choose to be near thee, love
For the beat.
The beat of thy heart and hands-
I hold thee to hear the thunder of thy blood
I sing thee to hear the beat of thy soul
And the drums.
You ask me why?
That beat is the heartbeat of the universe
And I was addicted long ago.
I need it faster and faster
Louder and louder
I want that beat to pound my ears til they bleed and my skull into oblivion
And then some.
This is why I fight, love, this is why I live.
HelmetI see better in the darkHelmet8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I move faster in the fog
Make you see things
From the corner of your eye
That are not even there
They make you see what you want to see
Not the reality of it
FishermenFishermen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from tiny boats,
sampans and coracles -
red sails threading the sky
like poppies in the autumn sun.
Whales slip through waves
hunting silvered krill
and the spiny dusk
of urchins clinging to the sand.
And they wait
for lines to pull
their hands under
glistening with eel
hauling the afternoon
back to market
in hempen nets.
SuccumbSuccumb2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
head thrown back,
tendrils of her hair, a cascading fall of water and sense.
the dancing curve of her exposed throat,
a gasp caught there in the shadowsalive with promise.
the space behind the curving arch of her back,
hollow and hallowed, forgotten for the moment.
the press of parted lips against the space above her erratic heartbeat--
yours to claim, yours to cherish.
yours to satisfy.
here, there is no pride, no past, only passion shared.
here, you give in order to receive.
here, you are you until you are not--
until you lose a sliver of that unique identity to become something bigger;
abbreviated to us.
an allegiance of desire.
an alliance of submission.
a privilege of love.
MANLY HygieneThey really, really work at making sure there's femininity in this 'feminine hygiene' shit. I mean, it's never just pads or a cup. It's always DIVA pads, MOON cup, LUNA sponges. Like, I dunno, I'm some lovely moon goddess while I hemorrhage from places unmentionable.MANLY Hygiene4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
We butchies require a new kind of blood catcher. And so I propose we call it: MANLY HYGIENE.
That's right folks. No more Diva pads or Mooncups for you! You get Man Pads or Jock Cups, 100% guaranteed to punch you in the face.
None of this perfumed goddess nonsense! We're soldiers, goddamn it! Wounded on the great uterine battlefield! But because we're tough and manly, we soldier on, even as we bleed copiously from our manparts! This isn't PMS making us scowl, people; this is a grimace of someone feeling an old war wound that opens up and bleeds every month, reminding us of our great sacrifice!
Our manly hygiene products are always in such masculine colors as blue, plaid, and camo. (Also red. Hides the stains better.) They d
the stormthe storm3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lying in bed. The sheets kicked off. The darkness broken suddenly by the vivid strobe of light. It fills the room with the charged energy of anticipation. The fan whirs its hypnotic rhythm. Counting; "one-one hundred, two-one hundred, three-one hundred " waiting. Waiting for that sound to slice open the entire fabric of the sky. Thunder approaches with smells of memories drenched in childhood, forgotten tears, silent squeals of innocent excitement. Senses saturated as the rain begins to fall. Eyelids heavy. A lullaby of rain on a tin roof. A sleep of all that heaven must be.
I'm sorryI'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you,I'm sorry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I did what I wanted to do, not knowing it would hurt you.
I guess we are both real just as I am and you are
I don't want to hurt you and I don't want to do harm
I'm sorry, I didn't get to meet you for who you are,
I did what I had to do, I never thought I would get far anyway
I knew you were real because you knew I was real,
If only you knew I want to know how you feel
I'm sorry, I didn't know I had to care for myself too,
I'm sorry, I didn't know in the end it would kill you too
Silent TearsMore painful are the silent tearsSilent Tears4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Than the desolate moans
Petty are the pained groans,
And they just seem more so when you're grown
But crying silently
Can often be
For no one comes to comfort me
When I'm alone in the dark and they cannot see
That I didn't get better-I just got better at hiding my sorrow
Better at acting like I don't dread each tomorrow
Can they really not tell how much I'm hurting?
Or are they afraid to admit
That it is most definitely NOT okay
My misery's well hidden but it hasn't gone away
I'll just fake a smile and die inside all the while
It seems sadness is here to stay
On conversationsIOn conversations3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
have upset the order
of things, birds
fall fast and featherflappingly from
shaken skies, and leaves
curl backwards into trees
from frost in summer, my heart
is a bell that rings until
glass shatters and frost falls
fearful on the ground and I
just do not know how
to tell you.
about a girlstanding on the cornerabout a girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for the days to pass
sadness in her big blue eyes
painting everlasting pictures
a little girl wondering why
others have what she can't own
frustration always by her side
but so strong within her heart
seen her smile, seen her cry
desperately seeking for love
looking for a place
where she really belongs
little girl, just let me say
don't make mistakes, take it easy
you're still young and i am sure
time will give you what you need
Imagined Words"Sometimes I get the strong feeling that my last moments will be spent trying to convince myself that I'll be missed. . ."Imagined Words5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The city streets are wet with rain tonight
So full of life and joy
A ragged piece of glass begins the end.
Each curious and disgusted glance
Toward the gutter bears the same words:
"I love you."
To my fading mind.
And the last one out cries into the void
"Childe! You will be lost! You will be-
Voluntary WoundI was thinking about writing you a letter todayVoluntary Wound8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To express every word I thought I should say
but, then I crumpled it up and threw it away
because I just had this feeling
this feeling that you just don't care
anymore, anymore, because you're willing to lie to me
just because you know me too well
Deep down inside
I know you won't lie
but you think it makes me happy
Well a lot of things you say is bullshit
What I wrote in that letter
I figured I should let you know
Why I made the mistakes that I made
You have no idea how cowardly I am
I care just a little too much
I am lost
I am confused
I am miserable
As long as you're happy
That's all that really matters
That's not the way things work
No, that's not the way it works
If you were just willing to wait
For the reasons you do not think
It's a little too late
I Have NeverI Have Never3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have never quite forgiven myself
I have never felt like I deserve better
I have never felt so depressed
And I guess I have never felt love
I have never had a smaller hope
I have never had so much faith
I have never cried so many times
And I guess I have never felt so lost
I have never ever been so thoughtful
I have never in my dreams grinded so wide
I have never lost my faith in you
But I guess, that's why it hurts