Burning In The Morningi feel like being angry andBurning In The Morning3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
periodically i get
flashes of a heat that
singes my split ends and
makes it hard to breathe because
i don't do well with madness
although i'm always mad [in a
sense, my darling] but
anger? anger? i've never
felt this anger, not like this
usually so complacent so heartfelt
so soft i'm so soft, i'm
i'm pathetic and i'm tempted to
kiss embers into your esophagus.
i'm pathetic and i'm temped to
murder you with my fiery love/hate.
oh, but hate is too strong of a word
to be used on a firefly such as yourself.
Wind sweptI'm raging against the wind,Wind swept2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need someone
to take my hand - hold me down,
I'm afraid to be swept away,
far from everything I love,
I'm as light as a feather,
and if I just stand on my toes
the wind will take me,
the wind howls, the wind yells,
I exhaust myself with it,
no one is there to protect me
from the wind,
the echoes inside my ribcage,
the only thing anchoring me
is the promise
of not flying away - yet.
DancingI can't dance, Dreamgirl. Did you know that?Dancing3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I think Novembers will always hurt the most, unless maybe I meet you on the seventh or the fifth or your birthday falls around that time. That might be okay, I think. But I will always think differently in November.
Explain this, please:
It is December and cold and bright and perfect. It smells like woodsmoke and snow in the clouds and when she steps outside, she takes a deep, deep breath. But the air is too cold for her scarred insides and she starts to cough uncontrollably. Why doesn't she remember that cold air makes her lungs tight?
Maybe she pretends not to remember. Or maybe she is preoccupied because she is thinking of last month and how she can't breathe. But it was warm in November. Warmer than last year. The scars were quieter, but that could have been because of you, actually.
She draws a second, careful breath and cinches her coat more tightly around her. She glares sullenly at the cheery winter sky and it glows back, making h
I'm Keeping Youyou say this sounds likeI'm Keeping You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a bad time
but i think this is the best time;
the best time for you to see who i really am,
who i become in the instant the wolves aren't looking
and who i am when i can't be me much longer.
don't be afraid if you find me with a colorful
drink that reeks of Russia and a slash of a bro/ken
smile: it's me, and i'm still here, but i'm
just trying to survive in a torn-up world.
Southern Belle with a LispYou have large compass eyesSouthern Belle with a Lisp3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a bad habit
of losing your balance
and getting in over your head.
I like to watch you drown
at the bubbles you leave behind.
"There goes the boy
I never got a chance to know,"
"wrapped up in idle dreams
and faded blue-jean summer glory."
I write your eulogy
across the lines on my palm
as the steam of my breath rises
and dying-you whispers,
"Once. Twice. Three times and I'm gone."
You were always lost to me
but I make promises,
as you get swept up in the waves,
to tell everybody differently.
They don't have to know
that I only saw you just one night,
that I only loved you for an hour,
that I only remember you
and your Kentucky country-boy accent
when it rains.
Burning hope brightly.Hours before dawn,Burning hope brightly.3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the front step feels like losing.
One kiss ignites hope.
june.I think it's your birthday today.june.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I should be certain but sometimes
it seems as though everyone was
born in June
and it makes me wonder
what happened in October '89
that had everyone making love.
I don't know about '89 but
in 2009 you were the glue mending
my broken excuse for a heart,
the breath in my every laugh.
I was addicted to your logical, reassuring mind
and ever-present promise of hope.
I was addicted to being needed,
to keeping all the secrets tearing you apart.
I miss being your turquoise terminator
and crumpled crumpet and saucy salamander
and effervescent iguana.
I miss complaining and over sharing
and knowing you'd listen to it all.
I miss believing we'd have that love forever.
So maybe I'll say happy birthday
and we can keep pretending nothing is wrong.
Or I'll pretend I forgot, the same way you forgot mine.
Or I'll congratulate you-
twenty-one years old
and still too thick to see how you've broken my heart.
Making this a habit.Tomorrow, we willMaking this a habit.3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
admit our faults and, alone ,
easy bruisesmy heart, you leap tooeasy bruises3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
quickly at too-small
Love like the ocean.Hearts race like mustangs,Love like the ocean.3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
cold fingers not as painful
as fears of goodbye.
I SeeI'm gifted.I See3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see beyond
I see beyond
Hey, Mr. Mailman.Mr. MachoHey, Mr. Mailman.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with your tight pony-tail hair
and your disgruntled
Who are you trying to kid?
Life is worth more
than the six-pack of Bud Light
you're carrying under your arm.
Go out and live it.
The Spelling of Usall about us was not all about you orThe Spelling of Us3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
me or the dog but it was all about us and
how i felt whole in your arms and nowhere else
and your wings wanted more than Russian aerospace
and we would consistently ask each other the same
but we knew GOD we knew
that life would never be the same without
i just wish that you didn't have to come first
because then we might have outlasted the only syllable.
Whispering LaceWear your scars like Sunday's best lace; too fewWhispering Lace2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
ears have heard you crying over love's dusty grave. I
eavesdrop on your silent apologies and wide-eyed screams; all
promises He made to stick around fall from lying lips like a scandal.
Is this what you wanted, smeared mascara and heartache to go?
New beginnings have a price; if you wanted to follow
God into the clouds, you bet wrong. God's a loss.
Holiday Themed and Everythingi triedHoliday Themed and Everything2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spiced chai tea today
but it was
the fake kind,
not the real tea and
reminded me of you
you're as fake as they come
kind of good.
Want to weave a fantasy worldI want to build forts from sheetsWant to weave a fantasy world2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(I was never allowed)
in your room and let you find me
when you get home,
I want to giggle all night
with a lamp and a comic or story,
maybe with some shadow play,
in a tent - indoors,
I want to make snow angels
in the middle of the night,
because I can - it has snowed,
I want to see a unicorn
and let her lay her head
in my lap - I wouldn't tell anyone
(I might whisper),
I want to dance around
in the rain, in the snow,
in the moment
and hear you laugh - so close,
I want to build castles
and be swept away by
evil but kind hearted princes
I want to jump in piles of leaves
and make them fly far -
just like birds,
I want to believe in fairies
that there's something
behind the curtain that I can't see,
I want the fairytales,
forever and a thousand nights more.
among starsHow do I love you with such irrevocable odds?among stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How can you love me? at all?
Never an even break.
Always too much at stake.
Remove the spike from this tortured heart,
from my soul may it depart
no more sorrow to the 'morrow
and all lives in the now and after.
Whispers in the dark confess,
I despair, without you here.
But you can naught do more
than what you sincerely are,
as must I, merely love
and love only, you.
Who would have thought,
this much upon shoulders banked with bitterness,
Most meet, with happy lives ahead.
one foot in the grave...
Why was it not easy? who did we displease?
to whom to grovel? appease?
in order that the lives of
two best friends
and would-be lovers
so endearingly close
but oppressively far
as they cross
among the stars.
Lonely Country Roads are Killerthe night he held my hand for the first time, we almost died. but we didn't. die, i mean. the car fishtailed and he lost control and i froze up tighter strung than the seatbelt holding me and we almost flipped, but we didn't. flip, i mean. the first thing he did after the car stopped swerving was put his hand on my leg and ask if i was okay.Lonely Country Roads are Killer2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"are you okay?"
then he waited a moment and i took his hand in mine and he asked again.
"are you okay?"
"yes. calm down. you're alive, i'm alive, the car is fine. we're both probably in shock though, but i don't think we'll die of that."
he laughed and squeezed my hand and i squeezed back. we stayed like that for a while, until we got back to town and i almost let go but didn't. let go, i mean. he remarked as to how lucky he was and brought god into it.
"i am incredibly lucky."
"why do you say that?"
"everything. i live a happy life and we didn't just die. i mean, there is a God. there must be."
i didn't tell him that i had more reaso
F A L LA moist scent flies over the streets,F A L L3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the fragile gold fall, get caught
in the winds,
a nervous hand clutches another,
gloveless and warm
despite the rain,
the sky paints with grey,
while the asphalt points the way
to Oz; I think it's fall.
You lie to me as I sleep.You have blue-gold eyesYou lie to me as I sleep.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a bad habit
of only telling me you love me
in my dreams.
I lie awake,
sleepless and missing you,
the heavy comforter
draped across my naked waist
as stars settle,
across the sky.
And I wonder
if the barn owl outside,
is telling me I must move on.
if the moth
flitting across my cheeks
is telling me
that you're already gone.
You have a leprechaun's pot of gold
hidden in the depths of your heart tonight
and I can read it
in the shadows of your eyes:
You just love the idea
of falling head-over-feet
for the impossible.
I wanted to tell youThere's a heady exhilaration blooming in my chest and a broad, triumphant smile on my lips and I know I look almost too happy, but I can't control my beaming, and I am absolutely bursting to tell you the news:I wanted to tell you3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That my essay was perfect, that I nailed the presentation, that the biochem final was a walk in the park.
And, oh, God, I want to tell you so many things and that I love you and that I want you and I want to feel your arms around me, just barely containing my wild excitement. I want to laugh with relief and feel your lips curve up in a smile against the skin of my neck.
And I love you,
I love you,
I love you.
It's these moments when I am absolutely on top of the world that I want to share with you. I want you to laugh and tease me and call me a nerdy little bookworm and your baby girl and then kiss me all over so that I am pulled in a thousand directions at once. I want to absolutely unwind in your arms, but you hold me so tightly that I'm never afraid
Forever on the Horizon LineWild windblown hairForever on the Horizon Line3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and dead-leaves-in-August eyes.
Still searching for you.
Dining on dead husbands.On silver threads,Dining on dead husbands.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a widow feasts--