To Go FarTo Go Far8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Woman, you said you wouldn't
leave the world behind. All the pieces,
you had all the pieces in a line and you were measuring
and drawing routes, bus trips back to where
you think things start. This suitcase
on the stoop, then, mustn't be yours.
Woman, you said you'd got a ticket out
and a ticket out for me, that we'd both be
over the moon by now. But you live limpid
in the city lights and I live the same nights
and between us, we can't weave enough of a day.
There is no fading, love, and no saving.
This white-on-white hospital light
you've brought outside with you
is all of your strength. You show up against
grey skies, you ghost in lamplight,
you love your children unborn. They are
dreams, as you're a dream, as is the hand
warming your palm. There is no hand, woman,
warming your palm, you've left it behind, named
for a dream dissolve. So no one is saviour, or victor, or love.
There is just us alone. Why remove us
from the road? Why remove us to jasmine
and this melancholy star? Woman,
Lake WindermereWe are sometime tourists,Lake Windermere7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in open topped buses
tie-dyed amongst Mercedes.
smelling of campfire smoke,
our pockets filled with menthol cigarettes,
and skipping stones.
We find ourselves
basking in the glow of laughter
under the dripdrip
of cave music.
Beers and sticky chocolate bars
fill our tattered canvas bags,
alongside leather flip flops,
discarded for bare footed expeditions
and daisy chains.
All That I AmAll That I AmAll That I Am4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A monster, yet still human
A sinner, yet still a saint
A liar, yet still truthful
A dog, yet still a being
A loser, yet still a winner
A creep, yet still normal
A corps, yet still alive
A waste, yet still of value
A corrupter, yet still clean
A king, yet still a peasant
A beggar, yet still rich
A curse, yet still a blessing
A whore, yet still pure
A ghost, yet still flesh
A criminal, yet still honest
A boaster, yet still humble
A bastard, yet still caring
A nerd, yet still a jock
A wimp, yet still strong
A fool, yet still wise
All these things I am at any given time, at any given day,
I am proud to admit these and yet,
I am sure to deny them all.
Chubibo - CarouselChubibo - Carousel9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The carousel of life goes a-round
Its passengers ride and alight
(Either falling, or fading, or getting tired)
It never stops spinning.
Whirling in a circle of folly,
A lesson learned
Is a lesson forgotten...
Roy and Hughes DrabbleThe phone was ringing.Roy and Hughes Drabble10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
An arm snaked out from under the rather comfortable warmth of the blanket and with practiced ease snatched the phone and hauled it back to a face still pressed solidly against pillows.
"Good morning, Maes."
"And here I thought you liked hearing my voice over the phone." Roy's voice was thick with a sly smile. Definitely audible, the smirk was almost tangible.
Gathering brain cells still brandy-dipped Maes took an attempt at actual words. "The hell time is it ?" Maes cracked one eye open, seeking some amount of light to judge the day by.
"Oh, about an hour before dawn."
"The hell you want? 'S too early for work."
"Well, I was having some coffee, and wanted to let you know how delicious it was." Was it Maes' imagination, or was Roy attempting to coo into the phone?
"Why would I want to know about your damn cup of coffee at this indecent hour?!"
"Well, since you always think to share with me, I thought I would try and be such a good friend to you
Le Ballon NoirNobody knows why its there:Le Ballon Noir8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if it was left by a deity,
or a couple, or a father who didnt want
a black balloon at the wedding,
they didnt leave a calling card
when they tied it to the lamp-post
for the climbing boy to find.
Once released the balloon attacks
bobbing off his head and arms
as he clings to the ironwork.
The fall is caused by the distraction
rather than the force itself
and breaks a leg -
he mightve cracked his head too
on the way down.
A man selling hot rice
runs to the aid of the folded boy
and sees the balloon drifting skywards,
Loning over dusty hills
towards the grey tenement
it finds a dog to tease, bouncing
off the windowpane as it yaps in alarm.
This rouses a drunk man,
who bursts onto the balcony lurching outwards he grabs for it
misses, grabs for it, misses, grabs for...
The woman carrying bread
encounters her lifeless husband
and her wails are still audible
as the balloon sails across the main
Spring?I was cold last night;Spring?8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A butterfly looked away.
Your light writes my life...
siyahsiyah9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dudaklarından çıkan o garip fısıltıyı ve sıcak nefesini hissediyorum bacaklarımın arasında
O kadar soğuk bir odadayız ki,dışarıda ki kar bile bize ateş gibi geliyor..
Çıplak olmamız soğuğu engelleyemediği gibi,bizi de uzaklaştıramıyor işte!
Nefret ediyorsun benden..benim seni sevdiğim kadar nefret ediyorsun!
Bazen o kadar acımasız oluyorsun ki bacaklarımın yandığını hissediyorum..bana hem tutku hem de acı veriyorsun..iki işi aynı anda yapmak gibi..sen gerçekten mükemmelsin işte!
Bacaklarımı sana doğru uzatmışım..garip şekilli beyaz yatakta..bembeyaz yatakta..kırmızı düşlerinin,tutkularımın,suçlarımızın olduğu yatakta..yatak kadar beyaz olan tenimi,kirli ellerinin iğrençliği bozuyor güzelli
Today's Lesson Is TopographyToday's Lesson Is Topography10 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Hey, tonight's lecture is on topography. Lie back and let me navigate, I've got all the maps. I will lead you down a course, discoursing as we go about those damn fool nights of two shots too many. Tonight's lecture is no story, song, or rhyme but a lesson in math of the wildest kind. The geometry in our curves bends like so. Watch your footing.
Now, I've got some graphs for your ears which require closer examination.
I knew a dead girl once. Upon meeting her in that dark corner of Serengatto's (it means something in one of those love languages of romance lands) she said
"Do you remember dying?"
and I said
"First I'd like to remember living
lets return to this communiqué
once we find the ground."
I had never played words with a dead girl before.
We made visual love there, on those too small seats of Serengatto's, our eyes conjoining in ways profane and delightful. So I knew her methods and wily means before we even said hello, or what passes for that in these parts. It was
but it also meansIt's mundane,but it also means8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the soda aisle
and my wandering, walking up
then down. I frown to distract.
And buy the soda you love
because you might, you
might be here to have it. Though
with I need a drink.
I don't need a drink.
The same strength, faux-weak
ness that I will always have,
and tell myself I learned from you.
I buy it, afraid I won't like the taste,
or maybe I will and it'll be there
for a few days squishing along inside me.
It's just fucking soda, but it also means
I still love you.
Teachers to the DeadWhile we slept,Teachers to the Dead8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you strapped your arm around
my chest like armor and possession,
like this one belongs to me. Together, we are
teaching the things that haunt us
to lie down in their graves.
Here, like this
your demons say to mine as
they demonstrate the art of behaving.
Together, we secure their
broken bodies and set them into six feet of
(but we do not follow
we cannot go in their stead)
They do not know theyre dead. Its
always a blow when we break the news.
They find themselves jealous of our
human skin and our inhaling
(we are too kind
to show that we are more alive without them
that losing them
Melody PoemEverything seems to fall, to the ground, soft and hard.Melody Poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Strangled up in my feelings, I'm so confused, so confused.
I fall to the ground, on my knees.
These Tears I cry, fail my Heart.
Everytime I know to smile, its always fake, its always fake.
I can't choose now, its coming too close.
The winds have strengthend, and the stars are falling.
The whispers seem to fill the night,
the waters seem full of life.
Hearts are broken, children are playing.
This melody, is so un-willing.
Its far away, my laughter sings.
I see your face, and you've grown some wings.
Over and over again, lets play this Melody.
Starting from depression, over to serenity.
Over and over again, Scream your Love.
This way to live, is such a waste.
Stop the hate, Play the Laughter, Pause the Pain, I'm going Insane.
Love is, 'poemLove is like the wind, your life is spinning just like spring has sprun, yet voices lie there, and sing the saddest song. lies lies lies. are what they seem to be, and you soon find out, there will never be a you and me.Love is, 'poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is like the rain, it splashes down onto the ground in a gracelful way, some might say. It sings the tune, the tune of love, yet gets in peoples way, and seems to missbehave. What does this mean? Will I ever see the rain again? Or will I just be outside, burning with the pain?
Love is like the ocean, it moves swiftly, and never backs down. It twists and turns, but never stops. And always seems to make the mark. But as it sings, it leaves its ways. And parts into one, while the other goes away.
Pond Of StillnessPond Of Stillness9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever met the one whose smile melts all that surrounds you and reality flies higher than the breeze on the wings of a hawk, no even higher? If not then I wish you, oh I wish you
such a magical mystical stroke of luck.
Have you ever met the one whose voice can even in a whispered hush, float over your skin, causing sensations of such warmness you sigh in mere anticipation of their touch?
If not then I wish you fate shall grant that start.
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a stranger, peering in total rapture as you see yourself reflected back in them, feeling the pull to get closer, closer still?
If not then I wish that shall be for you destiny's will.
Have you ever burned with the very lightest of touches of one's finger merely on the top of your arm and find even in that first encounter the one who your heart has always desired?
If not then I shall pray with rapture's complete' powers of ecstasies soon you shall find that sacred fire.
Have you ever as lips close , then com
Ghosts in LullabyGhosts in LullabyGhosts in Lullaby9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lullaby in the rain:
Watch them exorcise the apparent,
float themselves in waves all empty
and climax and expire
burning is easy, trash fire free
exposed and relentless feeding
that gave life strangulation
Gave me immortality.
Mantra for masochism
to rape oblivion for tiny secrets
and find them vaccous and bleeding
like souls on empty.
Devoted to pain in worship
giving self a reason for justification
in disjointed lines
And apoplexic inaugurations
We were born ghosts, understand.
Lullaby in the rain:
to be caught staring upwards
long enough to drown.
AndieAndie, I know how it feels to cry,Andie9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To feel the pain well up inside.
Andie, I know what it's like to feel
as though the world has turned against you
Even though you're half the world away,
I promise that I'll see you someday
And even though you're half the world away
I promise that I'm always here for you.
Andie, I know what it's like
to struggle on against the odds,
even though it seems best to give up:
Andie, I pray you just keep trying
Surreal WorldSurreal World4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the world around you feels so surreal
And you can't tell what's fake or for real
So you work your way through, trying to discover
And your memory's lost, so you're trying to recover
Feeling as if all the pages have flown
And wishing if only the world was clear and you'd known
But your brain is filled with plain morning dew
And is leaving you empty as the chilled wind blew
A SighIn the dark of twilightA Sigh9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the lights go down
And stars come out
I watch you from here
Your know what I want
To tie and bind and hear
Your voice in passionate fear
In love, ecstacy and to see
You are the truth
I have sought all these years.
Peaceful SlumberI dreamt of you, peaceful stranger.Peaceful Slumber8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your presence scared away any danger.
I saw your face shining at me with laughter.
As you stood before me, hands on hips,
a shining halo outlining you before thee.
A few nights with you in my dreams,
gave me hope for the future and what it could bring.
I wondered for years when I would see your face.
How many lifetimes until you entered this place.
You crept into my life, a delicious shadow, and I knew it not.
You were before my eyes time and time again,
and it wasn't until I lost you that my mind made that bend.
As before it happened again, I dreamed of a love that I couldn't comprehend.
In the moment I didn't see, what was there in front of me.
And so with ignorance and stupid choices,
I'm left alone with sighing voices.
I wonder now what good it did, to see you before our time.
But I wouldn't trade those dreams for anything,
no reason, no will, no rhyme.
take me awayI closed my eyes andtake me away11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could see for miles
the years went passing
and dreams flooded into my mind
in a rushing wind I found myself screaming
"take me away"
time and space flew away,
in retrospect I could tell
that though enjoying myself in the moment
to stay would mean to forget myself
the world around me began to bleed in pain
while we all were at each other's throats
we bled our own selves dry before we'd lift our hands to help
giving into our own vices while we jumped in screaming
"take us away"
we'd never been here before
and it should've stayed that way
'cause now we're living for ourselves
we don't care about anyone else
I rolled out of bed and began to shudder
as I opened my eyes
I could barely see my hand
darkness had fallen upon this land
and there was one small light
a beam of hope came from withinI
PubertyAsh, why wont you talk to us, sweetheart? Mom asked me with a smile. She leaned forward and touched a hand to my arm, smiling like all mothers do when they want to sweet talk you into doing something for them. You know were all here for you. Were not here to judge you. Just tell us everything that happened, Ash. Youre really worrying us.Puberty7 years ago in General More Like This
Its starting to get annoying, Ash! That was from my rival Gary. Because when youre throwing a calm, quiet intervention, you should bring your sons childhood rival who spent most of his life figuring out ways of tripping you into the mus. Could you just open up your fat mouth and answer us?
First of all, Im not fat, and Garys a jerk. Next, Im not going to talk. They all have that same stupid idea in their heads that Im going to open me mouth and speak even though I havent for a while now. Its not going to happen because they
Mort D'eteClosed to the lightsMort D'ete11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of familiar remedy.
Cruel cycle passing.
The invisible weeper casts blue
Inviting the streets to a dance.
Detached eyes contain reflection.
Surrender among the alleyways.
Past the weeper and her clouds
Beyond the roads of dying days.
Diverging fates deny incline.
Succumbing will of wait engage.
One score plus ten and four
Five and Five 'till doubles squared.
Horizons sing on days decline.
When mort d'été passes prime.