ConfessionFather. I fear I have sinned.Confession3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My child, what have you done?
I couldn't help myself. It was so beautiful. I had to feel it break beneath my fingers; its blood slick my hands, my tongue, my throat. I had to have it in my mouth. I tore at it with my teeth, peeling the skin from the bone. Like jewels, its life dripped from my tears and my scratches. They welled and slithered and dropped. Incandescent beneath the harsh light of where I had caught it. Such a beautiful creature now withered in my hands . and Father?
You want to know the most delusional part of it?
At that moment my vision became clear. Light shown down upon me. Did I see an angel Father? Did I serve our lord by destroying such a beautiful thing?
No, my child.
Lake Opus IIThe music's soft as the Veil unfurling...Lake Opus II5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they speak in whispers
as the moon rise through
the soft branch whistles
like the boys at pew
they speak of all the tiny things
the bugs bed far below
that live within the kindling
and flee its terrible glow
the river shouts obscenity
the deers pass fast, unheard
as lovers lay beneath the tree
they seldom say a word
and prose within their tangling
like wind within their breath
will grow with intermingling
until they pass to death
The water's lapping
the popping's stopped,
the fire's out
the waves continue
Plop! Pip! Pebbles,
down by the feet of the gaunt gate keeper
salmon swim, ahead, along
as lovers sit and know the reaper
they sing and sway, a silent song
Await, await, a brand new dawn
His hat is crooked
the words are tumbled
Pass and go,
a smile shows
His teeth are planks
yellowed and worn
and even tho
Whale SongI found their remnants, drowned and buriedWhale Song7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
below warm waters and swaying wrecks,
hiding beneath centuries of sand,
their large, starched bones watery tombs.
They were scattered; our hands discarded
their dead in pieces,
the hunt for a loved one
impossible among the spinal columns
of diasporal sorrow.
I could feel their presence,
a large and looming shadow
at the corner of my eye,
accusing my flesh of brutality and
a sadness long forgotten by man.
I found their young there,
the kidnapped ones, slaughtered,
their cries trapped in fine needle bones
that sweep this ocean's floor.
Their songs adrift on currents
in search of a deep shadow
to call home
or a fountain of love
spewed to the trade winds.
Mothers, tasting the blood of their young,
frenzied inconsolable in sonar grief,
love song in throat,
echoed themselves off every surface.
They flung themselves, heaven bent
and hung themselves on our boats,
sacrificed on beaches of men.
I can still hear them calling,
mourning the young, the old,
AlcoholicYour tux is the colorAlcoholic3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a coal miner’s face
after a long, hard day of work:
something you’ve never
had to experience
Yet you talk as though
you’re just as worn out;
your trivial chit-chat
is turning syrupy with every sip,
although your sentences
aren’t getting any sweeter
And you grab another glass
of the effervescent liquid,
hoping the sea of black
will blend together,
and it will be dark enough
for you to fall asleep
And as you walk tipsily to the bathroom,
the overpaid opera singer
belts her last high note- a bit too high;
your crystal glass shatters
into a thousand pieces
And with it, you shatter too.
Be My MuseNever love a poet.Be My Muse4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything will mean..
so, so much more to them than it will
Never let a poet love you back.
They'll instill you with so much beauty (with their pen crushed to the paper),
that you'll scarcely recognize yourself in a picture
And you'll hate your reflection in a mirror, after seeing your reflection
in their eyes.
hide and seek.when we played hide-and-seek,hide and seek.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i was always too good at hiding
so one by one, they'd all eventually give up
until you were the last one looking everywhere,
determined to find me,
and you did.
one day i slipped into the woods
and you knew i was in there,
but you didn't dare follow me
because you were afraid of getting lost
so there i was, disappearing deeper and deeper into the shadows of the trees
and the moment i knew no one would ever come
was the moment i realized i didn't know my way out of the woods.
Tomorrow i won't remember youT o d a yTomorrow i won't remember you5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I ripped a page out of a magazine in the waiting room
Just because I could
And to be frank
I had been waiting too long.
I deserve a souvenir
And the girl in the magazine
reminded me of
T o d a y
felt like it
And I don't really
give a fuck
Of lung cancer
Because at least I won't have to miss you so much.
T o d a y
I bought flowers
and gave them to
Because I felt sad
In their smiles I saw your happiness
And I wondered
do you even smile anymore?
T o d a y
I wondered aloud on a crowded bus
How you were doing that day
I got stares
didn't really care
and i wondered aloud
if they even realized that i wasn't cra
the impossible language of iceis it seriousthe impossible language of ice11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
do people like words
on the inside of their fridge
are they happy, or am I happy
no, no this is ridiculous
though a relationship
with a fridge door
with incorrect spelling
of words upon it
and one without
i fear will not change
the position of happiness
and yet makes one yield
to a magnificent beast
that leaves me to grow
the ingredients of soup
though it sounds like the
impossible language of ice
IgnoredI never noticedIgnored4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This mutual feeling
Of unrealized hatred
As you start ignoring me
More and more
I can't deal with this
You're supposed to be there
For me when I need it
Yet, you shove me aside
Like I'm not here anymore
Like i've let you down
Now you ignore me
I can't stand it
I'm heading closer and closer
I can't control it anymore
This overwhelming depression
Thanks, for not being there
When i needed you the most...
The Little Boys Rag DollThe little boy took the rag doll off the shelfThe Little Boys Rag Doll5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This rag doll was made just for him
Every stitch, every bit of stuffing
Was all just for him
Made for his enjoyment
This rag doll received
Every kiss, every cuddle
Every free moment he had to give
Then one day the rag doll
Spent more time on the shelf
Then in the little boy's arms
She waited for him to come back again
He came back to that shelf less and less
He left her on that floor more and more
He'd step over her like she was just any toy
Not one that he used to kiss and cuddle
The rag doll lay crumpled on the floor
Feeling unwanted, unloved, and forgotten
She still waits for that beloved boy to hold her once again
That rag doll is me
Beautiful and UglyI have an affinity for beautiful things.Beautiful and Ugly5 years ago in Other More Like This
(A delicate filigree necklace that used to belong to your grandmother)
And ugly things.
(The school across town that looks like a prison)
And finding beautiful in the ugly.
(The filthy alley full of ragged grafitti screaming love)
And finding ugly in the beautiful.
(The gorgeous-as-summer girl who has so many regrets and lies and secrets.
She never smiles.)
And everything in between.
(The boy who looks so beat down, it hurts.
But when he sings, it's so joyful, it's achingly breaking.)
And then, there's just the... normal.
Did i mention?Did I mention...Did i mention?5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That you won't leave my head?
That you keep me up at night,
With memories that haunt me,
Did I mention...
That you make me smile?
That even though miles separate us,
Your words make me smile,
Did I mention...
That your touch gives me shivers?
That your kiss makes me melt?
That with your arms around me I feel invincible?
I thirst for flamesMy dreamsI thirst for flames5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No longer quench my thirst.
Of my mind slowly tear away.
I long for you,
What's more, I long to feel alive.
No longer keep me sane.
So very pointless.
I love you, but you don't know me.
Do I even know you?
Are my life-force
My candle in this obsidian night,
Yet they are not enough.
I long to blaze!
I long to feel liquid fire
Scorch the parched riverbeds of my body.
I long for passion!
To awaken my soul,
To bring life into these lifeless limp limbs.
I long to be a hellish inferno of emotions,
Feelings burning away this dead husk
To reveal that which hides underneath.
I long for Pain!
That the pain of love would consume me,
For that alone gives my life any meaning.
Give me grief, however short-lived.
Let me quench my thirst
With your sweet lips.
This isn't the type of love that deserves poetryThis isn't the type of loveThis isn't the type of love that deserves poetry5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that deserves poetry,
born out of an inability
to survive alone,
born from a necessity
to believe in a lie
I'll continue to whisper
in your ear each night.
"I'll protect you"...
A lie neither of us believe
and neither of us dispute
for fear of losing our only tether
to this decrepit existence
that we both fear so much...
this love isn't romantic
nor is it confrontational
its not comforting
nor is it disturbing,
It's merely there
sinking beside us
in the sea of life ,
that's gently drowning us,
we can almost breathe.
an universe for youThe echoes of the wise old men resound in my mindan universe for you4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
travelling chords I hang myself up your sweet heart until crying sugar.
Pull it out, pain, pull it out for not to suffer,
spiny notes unleash my rage in a dilemma, "odi et amo."
Composing a rainbow symphony, I dance for you in purple waters.
The bells of heaven ring, opening it with wings made of shooting stars
Silken violins wrap my voice around my finger with staves.
It hurts, my love, it hurts to be your puppet chained to oblivion.
But no, I will not give up today.
I will go through the galaxy at the speed of a meteorite,
I will follow the chorus of my ancestors advising me to follow my heart,
I will do my will though suffer as a result,
I live in the holy temple of our love to show you what I saw on the path.
That is Beauty, discover it and the mysteries of the world will be shown at your feet.
Thus, the golden thread that unites us will never be broken.
Not now or ever.
negative spacethere are bruises on my skinnegative space5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like fairy dust, (i wish i could
it’s late and
night creatures are crawling between
anticipated gestures. my hands are
shaking but I am not scared. I am
an earthquake dressed in moonlight, I
am a natural disaster, I am an
is static and I can’t decipher my own
thoughts, he is
in my throat, crackling like a fire.
every word crumbles before it stands tall. he
is the future come back
No MoreChristmas morning.No More2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We'll wake, we'll run,
We'll watch our families tear into gifts.
We'll have our families there.
But somewhere else,
Someone is lost.
Families are not just incomplete,
They are broken.
They will look at their brightly lit tree,
Their whimsical décor,
And they will watch the little boxes with little bows
Sit still beneath their happy tree,
Untouched by little hands.
And they will remain that way,
By the little hands that they were made for.
We will cherish our families,
And we will grieve for those lost,
And those who lost,
And we will do our best to share our love.
But it won't be enough.
Because there is not enough love
To heal the broken souls,
To illuminate the darkened hearts.
There will come a day
When these hearts cry no more,
When these souls grow silent.
But not in peace.
Never at peace.
We all live, we all die,
Some sooner than others.
And some far too soon.
Driftingdon'tDrifting5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
turn away from me
don't leave this way
I can feel myself drifting
detached and devoid
desolate and destroyed
trying to understand
is like sifting
through wet sand
this wasn't meant to be
wasn't part of the plan
why couldn't you just see?
how badly I need to hold your hand
I'm drifting now
my soul has been sold
I have been told
I'm not the same
and I'm not sure
but I think I am to blame
Ode To Emo'sSilly emo kidsOde To Emo's5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sitting there in your
stooped over like
serious sentimental stress is
squashing your life,
sinking ever so
slowly into a
soupy stew of angst-
seemingly so severe
seen as someone whose
suffering is strong,
silly emo kids
seeing you so 'sad'
makes me laugh.
Hospital HoursHospital HoursHospital Hours3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some of the beds were big enough for two
Some were merely stretches and you would have to
Sit beside me sometimes in a compelling silence
Only interrupted by the beeps of the IV.
You would hold my hand when the needle broke my skin
Shhh-ing me and bringing with your breath a calm.
I was so terrified of the tiny sharp poke
But you held me steady and I let the nurse strike.
We ordered hospital food served by waiters in a tie
Bringing our vittles under domes of perfect plastic
I had a brownie, you had the short cake
And sometimes the pizza, but mostly the salad.
The nurses knew us by name and made pleasant chit chat
While changing saline bags and pushing drugs into my tubes
You were concerned when the supposed panacea
Left me in the pain we tried so hard to stave away.
How many hours have you sat beside me?
Each minute more a testament to your love.
How many doctors did you berate on my behalf?
Trying only to give me the cure that I deserved.
I felt tremendously
Animal abuse poemFrom the wild,Animal abuse poem6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into a tiny cage,
I could barely breathe, I fell in rage.
I had this sick thought, in the back of my mind,
That soon the farmer would rip the fur off my behind.
I tried to scramble to my feet,
But there was no room.
I knew that this was the end,
And that I would soon get approached by doom.
I felt a hard hand grip my neck,
As I took my final breath,
Please, oh please, save the rest of us from this terrifying death.
KimiKimiKimi3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can I still be known as Kimi?
Or is that gone, too?
So many flowers fade when you press them into books
So frayed my life, mired in texts, drowned in words.
And now a new name, one that I take from you
That is yours
That I make my own.
Still, I long for days that were brighter
When the nights were longer
And I could sit up on a roof with she, or he, or him.
And tomorrows coms too quickly, too quickly comes the sun
With Caesar's ruined dreams,
My dusty laurel crown.
I have no statues in the name of Kimi
I have pictures, a portrait and a sketch
But nothing immutable
No likeness that will not change.
Everything I liked has changed
I have changed.
I go two steps forward to go so many back
Can I still be Kimi, even now when you call me your own?
Can I be the me I wish to be
Or has my dawn come down?
It is not a giving up
Or a taking of my leave
With speed once in my footsteps
I had wings upon my feet
And I trod a broken road
And fell too many times
This rusted name I claim, I claim aga
FTM coming out letter.READ DESCRIPTION.FTM coming out letter.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
- - - -
I love you. You raised me perfectly. Please don't let this letter make you doubt that. It is because of you, that I'm the person I am today. Please keep an open mind about this, and that no matter what happens, I will always be your child. I'll simply say this right now, I'm not pregnant, I'm not on drugs and I don't drink. That's not what this is about. My hand is shaking as I write this, it's really hard for me. In all honesty, I'm terrified about what you will think, and how you will react. I'm still the same person I've always been, your only child, and nothing will ever change that. This is also not a phase, mom. I haven't made this decision based on the past couple days, the past couple weeks, or the past couple months. I've been feeling this way for well over two years now.
I hate this, mom. The feeling that I don't belong in my own body. It's like my mind is linked elsewhere. This body of mine is just a shell. I have the body of a girl, but t