deliverance does not come,as does the bell-boy from his duties,deliverance does not come,4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the rough-boned burly man from his cell.
with the calendar days deemed ignorant,
the time-clocks cloak themselves. from what?
natural disasters are nothing, nothing I say,
compared to cold metal making nests
within a womb. and men, are wild -
run rampant through the night,
start fights, take heaven to tired veins and
in blind glory, ignite.
Night's despair Sometimes I watch night skies. I think of it as a habit of necessity at night in the woods. I liken it to watching infomercials at 3 am because nothing else is on, yet sleep is a fickle nuisance that rejected my swollen lids. I think it is something like that; interesting and seemingly infinite, yet in five minutes, it will be the same and another five after that, a singular irregularity of space garbage might appear, and than it will be the same once again.Night's despair4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My eyes always watch for these so called satellites and other sparkly junk they launched into orbit, only to let it decay and rot in constant deterioration around the night sky that can be seen as a flickering light in a rapid game of connect the dots, darting from star one to star five in an arc that then bypasses star twenty and connects straight to star thirty-four, like a kindergardener with a crayon that has yet to count past ten, a
PerfectI'm glad I'm not perfect.Perfect3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm glad to know
That I'm not like you.
I'm happy to hear
That I have flaws
And that I have weaknesses.
I don't mind having them,
While you clearly seem to.
You say that you're strong,
Invincible even compared to God.
So if I were to shoot at you in cold blood,
You would live?
If I were to mock you
And completely deride you,
You wouldn't cry?
I highly doubt you possess
Such glorious strength.
You say that you're gorgeous,
So stunning that even the stars are envious.
If that is true,
Then the stars obviously don't know
What true beauty is.
You say that I'm jealous,
That I wish I were you.
How do you know what I wish for?
Can you read me mind?
If you can,
You're a terrible reader.
Why would I want to be perfect
When I like being flawed?
Being perfect is like being ordinary.
If you're perfect,
You can never learn from anything.
You can never achieve something
Worth your while.
And I enjoy every moment of it.
I can learn from them,
Tomorrow SpeaksTomorrow speaksTomorrow Speaks3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
but Today remains deaf
EveningsEvenings after the end of the worldEvenings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sunset cracks the sky and slips through
In streaks of red and ultra-violet, pollution-fantastic
A perfect complement to the sounds of bats
Some smartass at the college gave them baby faces,
And now no one wants to lay down arsenic-
My landlady saw one body and burst into tears and
I'm going to have to lock my kitten in.
I found a tattoo on my heel last night
I think it happened sometime in the morning.
I nodded off on the train, against the plasti-glass.
When I woke up I was leaning against a monster.
He smiled at me and shook my shoulder
With his squishy white tentacle.
His collar was high- it didn't suit him.
The tattoo shows a curling, smiling creature
Ears trailing like a comet tail, eyes sparkling
Teeth pricking my bone like thorns, and then
I feel its tiny tongue lick my ankle from the inside.
I'm fairly sure it's moving when I sleep.
It's good to have a friend.
At least I think it's good to have a friend.
My windows got bent up while I was sle
freedom callingI missed something herefreedom calling3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
as I'm growing up so fast
time's no longer standing still
I knew it couldn't last
I blinked and it was gone
my time has slipped away
sitting here I wonder
what happened to yesterday
As the golden sunsets fade
and the snow of winter falls
in my life something is changing
it really is that my freedom calls
Dream JobIf I dressed for the job I wanted, I'd be wearing a spacesuitDream Job4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I grow up, I want to reach enlightenment
on the summit of Olympus Mons,
meditating on the words of Arthur C. Clarke
"there are no mountains on Mars."
This is what imagination risks.
Exploring we discover not that our knowledge is flawed,
but that we do not dream hard enough.
Even in the beginning, God expected us to name the world.
And we could only utter stumblings in that Ur-tongue,
inventing the invention of ideas.
Even before we tasted the tree,
even before we knew that we could ever be wrong,
we clung to the referential alchemy of language.
This world we think we've tamed
has mastered us, instead, because we mistake
our words for things.
Mystics and medicine men have been
trying to free us from our trespasses
So, I will listen to the sands of Mars,
build a tabernacle with red stones, and sing
a song of loss. Call out to that old dream that makes us young,
a quoi ca sert l'amourShe remembered that night better than he did. The way he was dressed, how he talked, what he ate, where he was stayingthe ring on his finger, fresh from January, and it shined under the dim light, her warning sign to stay away; a warning sign she took seriously and knew well. She kept the thought vigilant in her mind with every fidgeted rub to her own naked ringfinger under the table, the ghost of the engagement then and the marriage that never was. Her boyfriend beside her should've been reason enough to resist the obvious magnetism and subsequent temptation, but she found herself captivated by this man of her French homeland, who listened to every word she said with a rapt attention her boyfriend would never match. He kept conversation going. He asked questions and listened to her babbling answers. He made her feel special in a way that the Hollywood gift baskets and showering of flashing lights and Al Pacino and Entertainment Tonight couldn't replicate. He was real. He made hea quoi ca sert l'amour2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tell Me I'm PrettyTell me I'm prettyTell Me I'm Pretty3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For that's what I wish to hear
Don't compare me to her
Or I will shed a tear
Make me feel gorgeous
For I certainly do not
Because once they saw her
It was me they forgot
Let me taste loveliness
For I want to know what it's like
To be admired and envied
And be shown in the light
Let me smell the charm
For the aroma is enticing
I want to bring people near
And make them see what I see
Show me true beauty
For that's what I wish to see
So you held up a mirror
And it simply reflected me.
Pesky ThingsSwat. End of a fairy's tale.Pesky Things3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sitting on a memoryWhen I look backSitting on a memory3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I get stuck there for so long
that I could leave reality behind
trying to find a right to every wrong
I lose myself
thinking of a way
not to ignore the past
but to learn from everyday
But I realize now
in keeping the past
I'm losing the present
and my youth won't last
The future is coming fast
as the present slips slowly by
while I sit in the past, wondering
how many others are wondering why
ChallengesLife hands me lemonsChallenges3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't make lemonade
I eat the lemons
Life hands me a road block
I don't try to find a way around it
I find a way to get rid of it
Life hands me a problem
I solve it
no questions asked
Life hands me pain
I don't shy away
I embrace it
Life tries to knock me down
I step out of the way
and life runs into a wall
There you go life
So keep hurting me
but I will beat you
WhiteI know what I wantWhite4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
but I don't know what's right
I don't know how
but I know for you I'll fight
Wrote you a poem
to try to win your heart
I'm trying to steal yours
before you take mine apart
Wrote you a poem
and I'm calling it white
because I hope in the end
you'll see the pure white light
I think of you
as I lie awake every night
the only star that stands out
even in dreams you shine so bright
In real life
you shine even more
it's almost blinding
when you walk in the door
And I hope someday
when you look at me
surrounded in that white light
only you can see
Then will come the moment
the moment all feels right
where I say I'll love you forever
and I'll hold you so tight
Without you I'd be dead
I'd lose all that white light
I'd turn red
without you in sight
So I'll love you right
it's what you deserve
and the pure white love
we will preserve