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.
The Art of Un-KnowingGive your burden the mane of a lion. Of yourself,The Art of Un-Knowing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
make a kraal. Split your heart
and fashion its two halves into a pair of goats.
Tether one to a stake. Then pull all the shades
for darkness, barricade the door,
listen for a nervous bleat, a skitter of hooves
in the mind's dirt. Feel nothing when the animal
screams. Believe: it's only a goat.
And here, the art - a bloody thorn, a twist
of hair will show you how the lion gets in, where
to dig the trap. When it is dead
burn the carcass. When the winds have drunk
the last of its ash, you'll still have one good goat.
Be My MuseNever love a poet.Be My Muse5 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
autoflowerreorganize the bodyautoflower2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my artillery is a hall full of dancers
because to avoid death the ocean divides itself
and divides itself
until she's a shadow full of rooms
or eventually even the acid and the earthquake
But we've imagined this backwards.
the elephant's battered radiation talks all prophets from the building
Upon the stockpile mouths flood dry
and so many cardinals
of that hollow universe
And so what, auction the wind
After, no one will be left to speak
and I laugh because the same parts divide us
For the machine:
I hang these plane crashes from your clotheslines
Whale SongI found their remnants, drowned and buriedWhale Song8 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,
boys dont cryever since I was 5 years oldboys dont cry6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ive heard a saying that goes
boys dont cry
its a lie
because I still cry
some nights when I feel so alone
and I just dont know what to do
because it seems like the whole
world is against me
and everything begins to cave in
and then expands again
five times as strong
everybody asks me whats wrong
but they dont really care
they would rather just sit there and stare
and have something to talk about
they think theyve got me figured out
they keep running their mouths
nothing in fact
got it all criss crossed
Im not backing out
Im being the bigger man and walking away
Because its not worth my time
Thats what I tell myself until it over flows
And the tears
Roll out of my eyes
And I try to stop
Because boys dont cry
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...
wastebasketcrumpled sheetswastebasket5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of discarded paper
lie about and
litter my floor:
the corpses of failed poetry
are strewn about
near the trash bin
and the door
like fallen soldiers
in a long forgotten war
discarded and forgotten
stepped on and kicked
this is what wastebaskets are for
OceanWe sat together by the curb,Ocean6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the steaming summer brick.
I was your inhale, you were my exhale.
Side by side.
I miss you.
You catch me off gaurd
and I stumble.
I laugh uncertainly.
I'm right here.
See the clouds?
You tilted your head skyward.
I point to the puddle on the sidewalk.
I tell you.
A whisper of a smile
darts across your lips.
I smile for real.
Not a whisper,
but almost a shout.
I taste salty sea beneath my nails.
Your seaweed fingers found
Seashell patterns between my
We were nowhere near the ocean.
.the reaper plays.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
solitaire when he's got
some time to kill
but when your time's
up it's back to work, cos
he's gotta make a living
like the rest of us
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
AlcoholicYour tux is the colorAlcoholic8 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.
Beautiful and UglyI have an affinity for beautiful things.Beautiful and Ugly6 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.
A Troll's LifeOne of the big ugly trolls,A Troll's Life5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Through dark corridors he strolls,
Just waiting for that call,
That signals the start of a brawl.
To be bred for warfare,
Doesn't seem very fair.
But what can you expect,
When nothing you touch remains intact!
Not like a Goblin, a scavenger,
But more like the Plague, Death's Harbinger.
Nothing dares stand in his way,
His stench keeping even allies at bay.
Swinging with a tree,
Not in a disco-ish way,
But like in a killingspree.
I guess it's morally gray...
Not to start about his fashion sense,
He just dropped all pretense!
A loincloth and sometimes a chain,
Can it get any more vain?!
No choice but to look at his abs,
When knights are being turned to scraps.
I guess being badass is his only form of bliss,
Since I don't see HIM pulling of a True Love's Kiss!!
Why I Write - HaikuI can't form the wordsWhy I Write - Haiku8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have to say when I speak
And they must be said.
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.
i hope you remember to bring the flowers.the stars whispered latei hope you remember to bring the flowers.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
as we lay beneath their
"what if i die today?" you asked.
and i told you in that case,
i'd see you by tomorrow.
5:17 AMand it's sad to think5:17 AM8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that if you came back
to tear me apart
i'd let you.
Un nuevo amanecerUn nuevo amanecer4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Escapar de aquello a lo que tenemos miedo...
¿Es la única solución de todo?
Dejar todo lo que conseguimos para avanzar...
¿Acaso abandonar los logros pasados es avance en el presente?
Ya no se puede distinguir la mentira y la maldad de la propia realidad.
¿Aún nos asustamos de no ser aceptados por la sociedad?
¿Vamos a ganar algo bueno con ellas?
Reflexiones con respuestas obvias y difusas a la vez.
Pisando firmamente el suelo elevo la cabeza:
siento cómo el aire ondea mis cabellos
y alzo las manos al cielo.
Elevo los talones y extiendo los brazos:
lo noto, el corazón palpita...
Tiene hambre de verdad.
Me preguntaste si seguirles era lo mejor,
me suplicaste consejo ante el alúd de malas críticas.
Te pregunté si querías mirar las cosas de otra manera,
te supliqué tu permanencia.
¡Basta ya de chantajes, somos almas libres!
Lucharemos por lo que es nuestro,
ningún paso en vano, sin mirar
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.