One Last DanceSometimes I think of you and smileOne Last Dance3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Thinking that I could be your friend
I have been waiting such a long while
I'm afraid that my day-dream will end
Sometimes a heart just will not mend
The question is is it worth the chance
To take the risks around the bend
And hope for one last slow dance
SkinI watch,Skin3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I understand.
I taste stress in your sweat,
tension stretched on the surface,
in the landscape of your
knots in your muscles,
like pearls under
I'll untie the ropes
and kiss the blank
of your broad brow
and I'll write
on my chest,
things like silver lies
and soft secrets,
and wires of frigid truth
because the truth is
so kiss me back,
strike a pose,
be a body
and let our bodies
juxtapose like slow jazz
and your fragile ears.
take a deep breath
of me and
as you tell your
that I miss it too
Lest we forgetLest we forget3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In Flanders' fields, the poppies blow,
and we who walk among them know
that here men fought, and bravely died
with equal courage, side by side;
the lark has overcome the crow.
We touch the Dead in memory –
embrace them through the century.
The earth enshrines their valiant hearts
in Flanders' fields.
The torch has guttered years ago;
the enemy has been laid low.
And though your names should slowly fade,
your blood a better world has made.
Rest you now where the poppies grow
in Flanders' fields.
XayllerA shout, a corpse,Xayller4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At the midnight,
Xayller is spilling again blood,
Delighted by the fear,
The cries, the screams,
Is what he loves to hear.
A beast at the night,
Knocking on the door,
He'll tell you everything will be alright,
But then your whole world will fall,
Xayller is trying to get your core,
Because he's empty on the inside,
Xayller got no soul.
The flesh is torn apart, the ribs are smashed,
But this night Xayller is not the same,
He screams for help,
Knowing he's the one to blame.
She told him, "You own my heart",
At the night, in the backyard,
Staring at the moonlight,
Xayller layed her on the ground,
She didn't know what's coming,
She didn't know her chest will be opening.
His bloodshot eyes,
She saw in then a wild highlight,
His claws touching her ribs,
Xayller thought that her heart can be his,
She starts to scream, to beg him not,
But Xayller is looking for a heart,
So he won't stop.
With the claws he's digging in the flesh,
Her ribs he'll smash,
While the blood is runni
Eating AloneThe evening news arrives and I mute it.Eating Alone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
An anchor watches me stoically through
the screen before her facade is replaced by
a body bag being bowled into an ambulance.
Red and black under the white plastic.
The bottom caption briefly reads-
“Drug dealer shot dead in Englewood.”
Then, effortlessly, the image changes to
fabric softener commercials and me
taking another bite of my dry turkey sandwich.
The next day I learn he was sixteen years old.
Televisions hum in every room of the house.
Awkward date nightsif at first you don't succeed,Awkward date nights1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
try to identify why our relationship caved in on itself
because you are supposed to be the brains
of this interaction
and I am only a beating, bleeding heart,
a muscle breathing in and out rapidly to the
rhythm of your eyes as they flick around
my room, waiting.
I don't know if you are just waiting for the pizza we ordered,
or if we are going to have sex.
I cannot be counted on to figure this out,
my veins all running in different directions,
tracing the outlines of bodies
tickling the edges
maybe I will call you this day,
maybe I will text you this,
maybe I will tell you the truth
and maybe you will take it into consideration
and work those cells,
shift those electrons and touch my hand
and tell me why this didn't work and how we can
my heart was pounding when the pizza didn't come,
and I liked my room more than ever because you were there.
dark-harouLike a flower she bloomsdark-harou3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into the night.
She is graceful and divine.
She is one of a kind;
I've lost faith in you if you haven't caught onwell you have seen this before,I've lost faith in you if you haven't caught on1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
some page of my poetry laying naked
on your computer or phone screen
like some discarded x-file.
and you read the lines greedily,
wondering if maybe, just maybe
I am writing about you
and I am.
You smile at that because you know
that you have my words tied between your fingers
and you could set them loose if you wanted to.
You like the control.
You could shut off your computer screen,
turn off your phone
never message me back and
it would not make a difference.
These files will still be here,
my thoughts and your thoughts still
clouding the windshield of my head
and we will still never be together.
Why?WHY?Why?3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Running ragged, on the edge,
One more step, it's off the ledge,
Fall to earth with resounding thud,
And stain the ground with thine own blood!
Leave behind those who care
Because you feel they are not there,
Plagued by doubt you run for cover
And death awaits you like a lover.
The magnet of the swollen tide
Can no longer be denied,
You embrace the drop with no goodbye;
And your only dying thought is Why?
© Philip Maddison
Deserted"Hot, empty, sandy, that place that no one wants to go to... Is that what deserted means Daddy?" the little boy asked, still looking down at the coloring book in front of him, his hand occasionally moving to his face to brush his blond hair out of his eyes.Deserted3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stared at him for a bit, unsure of how to respond, before setting down the dishes I was washing and moving over to sit next to my son, wiping my hands on my jeans to get the soapy water off as I did so. I put my chin in my hand, the other resting on the table, and watched him work. When he thought I wasn't going to respond he gave me his brown eyed stare of "Dad, this is important," and I felt myself melt. "Well," I said and he smiled and went back to coloring his picture of Elmo, "deserted does not mean sandy and hot. It's not that kind of thing. Deserted is like..." He looked up at me again, this time with encouragement. "When you're really close to someone or something, and then they leave. It's more a feeling than anything els
The Siren - 2In the dream, Sandie was weightless. She had dreamed that sort of thing before, though, and understood that it would not last. When she dreamed that she was floating, it was only a matter of time before she dreamed that she fell.The Siren - 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was an odd sensation, floating there in the dream. She could hear the world cars and a dog and the rumble of a jet passing overhead but there was nothing to see. She tried to raise her hand in front of her face, but she had no hand, either.
I'm a Presence, she decided. A Presence floating in space. That was comforting, because a Presence could not fall. She listened to the sound of the highway.
It was not so much a voice as a thought, less of a word than an impulse, sort of like Sandie imagined binary code might feel to a computer. She tried to shake her head, figure out whether it was her ears or her brain that had received the message. But she had no ears, and it did not feel like she had a brain, either, and as
the biologist.prelude.the biologist.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i’ve found you many times
written in the frays of an
old biology notebook;
blue was your favorite color
& you lived between margins
of summertime grey. you loved
the idea of science & studied each galaxy,
nebulae, & cluster of stars
as if they were your own. you had scars on your
fingertips & chipped teeth,
but you still managed to smile
even while you were trapped beneath
i’ve found you many times
carved into the canvas of
you never once left a cut
that i couldn’t bandage &
overlook. but i do miss your
familiar sting, your hollow name
etching crests in my
irises. helpless, are the spirits
you once prayed to,
yet here i am:
just as helpless as you.
body & chapters.
i’ve found you too many times
splayed across my living room
eyes adrift in an ocean of
melted fire that trickled
down your young throat
so many times. though i can
recall your heart
entombed within my ribcage,
speaking against my wants
& hating me for
A Walk in the ParkThe trees bend in my path, aching to touch, to hold one another over my walking form. I wade through the forest, floating in my happiness. My feet glide through the leaves that have fallen in my path, and I gaze around around in awe at the beauty that surrounds me. Even as nature begins it's long winter rest, I feel the resonating life force about me. This is magic, in it's simplest form. Created by no man, this thrives despite how hard we work to cripple it. A squirrel watches from behind one of the content yet restless trees. The wonderment in it's eyes is misplaced, for it is the miracle here. I smile at the thought. Maybe, against us, nature will prevail after all.A Walk in the Park2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yet, beyond all the flawless beauty I spot the parking lot, and it unfortunately brings me back to reality. Sadness overwhelms me as I approach my vehicle, as I leave behind the only minuscule area of New York that is left untouched by the destruction of man. Shaking my head I get in my car and start up the engine, knowi
If Ever A BoyIf ever a boy,If Ever A Boy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stood on the moon
All the heavens would call them angels ’round
Stop the tears from troubled skies…
Falling… falling… falling
If ever the river could,
Whisper your name,
Would the choices you made still… be the same?
Like a flower that dies from angry rain
… Why do we hurt
Where is the love…
That lets the sunlight in to start again?
The love… that sees no colour lines
Life begins, with love,
So spread your wings and fly,
Guide your spirit safe and sheltered,
A thousand dreams that we can still believe…
If ever a boy,
Stood on the moon,
Carrying all of his treasures from the stars,
To a rainbow which leads to where we are
Together we chase the sun
Where is the love…
That lifts my brother’s voice,
To the skies
That answers a mother’s cry
Life begins, with love,
So spread your wings and fly,
Guide your spirit safe and sheltered,
A thousand dreams that we can still belie
Only GlassMy body made of glassOnly Glass3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I teeter on the edge of that terrifying
How can I avoid this dark,
I scream for help
as I tip further forward,
but no one hears my
All efforts made would be
I have served them well,
to my pleasant
a hand reaches
from the deep cavern of my death,
saving my fragile form from sure horrible pain
I laugh and silently,
having no true lips to speak,
thank my wonderful savior
as they press my brim
to their lips
for a light
Chance of SnowA quiet man in a camel-coloured sweater sat alone in the far corner of the cafeteria, where the lunch line met the freethrow line, as it happens in very small schools that cafeterias and gymnasiums often exist in tandem.Chance of Snow4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The quiet man in the camel-coloured sweater sipped from a steaming mug of gritty coffee, that thick and restorative staple of the educator's diet. He was eating a red pen in place of a lunch, grinding and rolling its butt between his teeth as he contemplated the papers before him. A stack of problems in various phases of completion and in various states of legibility, some stained with cola and some with dip, others spattered with tears, spread across the table in a drift. If a train leaves from Pittsburgh at nine o'clock sharp and travels at a steady speed of fifty-seven miles per hour...
A loud woman with sky-high hair escorted the first class into the cafeteria, riding the tide of youth like a cowpoke at the head of the herd. Her black heels clacked against the varn
Missing: One Hearti lost my heart in third gradeMissing: One Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It ran away while I was
slaving over what
seven times eight is
how to tie my shoes.
I didn't notice as you were
down the halls
around the playground.
you brought it back to me
I told you to keep it,
since I would only
lose it again
So you tucked it away,
"I didn't mean to"
you said as I
swept up the shards
threw them out.
It didn't matter though;
a heart can't be fixed
with Scotch tape
I Loved You MoreThey say patienceI Loved You More3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
can go a long way
So I waited
for you to say
what was going on
in that pretty little mind
you pushed me off
and you wasted my time
All those things I said
all the words in my head
all the love that I gave to you
its clear what it all meant to you
I simply loved you more
I crossed my heart and I swore
that someday I would make you happy
but the promise is broken
heart and soul have been stolen
I can't ever get them back because
I loved you more.
I tried building
bridges over all of the walls
I tried mending and healing
all of the burning scars
But you didn't want me at all
What was going on
in that beautiful head?
Did you think I was done,
over, and gone?
did you realize my soul was dead?
All those actions in my head
all those words left unsaid
all I wanted was to give the world to you
But its clear now what I meant to you
I simply loved you more
and you walked out of the door
I only wanted you to smile
all the promises gone
all you ever did to m
Cracked ChordsThe strings of my heartCracked Chords3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
play the tune you wish to hear.
with the song you sing.
a string has broken,
and in your desperation
to hear my heart's sweet melody
my sound has become wobbly.
My instrument cannot fulfill
the things you wish for.
Replacement is what it fears
as you become more irate
errupting from my twisted heartstrings.
I can but watch as you
from my grasp.
My heart becomes a knotted mess.
Please untie it
and I will gladly play your beautiful chords
its easier to not talk about itit's obvious that you've moved on,its easier to not talk about it1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but not in a way that does not haunt
and I see you all of the time,
talking to that new guy again
it burns me up,
but I never really say anything
because this fire belongs to me
and I don't want to hurt your feelings
like you've hurt mine,
and his hair is blonde and it goes so well
with your long dark strands
and I say this with a bitter tongue because
I play pretend images
of my dark head and your black hair
bobbing down the local park and it torments me.
I still haven't come to terms with the fact
that I can't have you
and that you would never want me that way again
once you did.
once you did and upon that time
you could not get over losing me as a friend
and I could never get under the elephant in the room
as we talk platonically
all I can ever think and understand is that
I fall more and more in love with you,
farther and farther and you say that I will land on my feet
but goddammit don't you under
Hey.You walk in.Hey.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've imagined moments like this.
I've day dreamed of times where we would be in some ubiquitous room,
and we would be alone,
and I would say something romantic,
and you would kiss me like you never did.
You walk by.
I had a real dream that we got married in the sky.
The clouds had been transformed into air balloons,
and your chest started to glow as I said my vows,
and your eyes had stolen the key to the sky
along with all of its electricity on a saturday morning.
You sit down.
Next to me is where I want you to be at night.
I lay in bed, caressing the empty space next to me,
wondering if you think of me as much as I think about you,
knowing the answer is no,
but still entertaining the idea
still playing with the possibilities.
You smile at me.
Those eyes can bring me into another world.
A world where I can hold you as the weather shifts outside,
a world where you are the princess,
and I am the prince, a royal servent.
A world where I can erase the hurt you so carefully hid
ProclamationBeneath the spangled, auburn sky,Proclamation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the silence of cathedrals swells where once
the vulgar shouts held sway, the profane
and the irreverent, the raucous, the bold.
A hush grows ever deeper in the mouths
and in the ears of the sharp-toothed
sycophant and the frog-mouthed boor,
and for once, this once, they listen.
A raffia-soled sandal shushes through the gloom,
bearing in bent shoulders beneath raglan sleeves
and a heavy brow. A confessor stands ready
in every alcove, in every ribs-bare window.
Ready are they to receive those who come.
In robes as black as searching pupils they have waited
for the sinner-supplicant to kneel amidst the standing
and proclaim the new amidst the old --
in a mighty voice of silence. An army of philosophers
can outgrow the need for shouting. Someday
their gaping mouths will heal and they will learn
the comfort of a prayer in the heart.
Even now, their clamorous psalms die
on their frigid lips, and sober thought lifts
The Broken SilhouetteI see a dark figure fallingThe Broken Silhouette3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the inky night
I can hear him calling
But no one hears his plight.
Crawling through the blackness
I strain to hear his voice
I feel I must attack this
Endless and eternal night.
The safety net has gone away
We all fall eventually
We all will go astray
And some of us intentionally.
We're all broken silhouettes
Falling through life
We can't anyone clearly hear
But we shed not a woeful tear.
For we know no fear
The safety net is here
It'll save us all
It will break our fall.
When we touch the ground
Unscathed, safe, and sound
We find what broke our fall
Was collectively provided by us all.
Shadows fall softly upon the ground
Where mangled, twisted bodies are found
Shadows dance across the darkened sky
Forever in the ground we lie.
The Octopus CatIf ever you were to see our clinicsThe Octopus Cat3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
never would you find a group of cynics
as depraved as those in mutagenics
who created the octopus cat.
A collection of men from our fair city
all thinking themselves to be so witty
that they grew from scratch this evil kitty
the horrible octopus cat.
It looks at you with knowing eyes
is deaf to all your frightened cries
a creature you had best despise
this menacing octopus cat.
It crawls on eight disgusting tentacles
each of them tattooed with pentacles
be wary of the dread cylindricals
of the deadly octopus cat.
And should you hear within its jowls
the beginnings of its feral growls
or else its otherworldly howls
then beware the octopus cat.
For if you hear these sounds behind you
it's certain we will never find you
I hope we won't have to remind you
look out for the octopus cat.