The Stellar Void"Can you kill me, please?"The Stellar Void5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I must have looked startled because her expectant gaze saddened a bit.
"I'm sorry. What?"
"Can you kill me?" Her face brightened as she repeated the morbid probe.
Confused, I couldn't help but notice her rather familiar clothes. Faded pink jeans, knock-off Converse shoes. Little black hoodie with a torn right sleeve.
"You just looked a bit angry and I figured you'd be the best person to ask."
I stood next to the bench. My backpack dug into my shoulder and I shrugged it off. It'd be awhile before the next bus came anyway.
She looked down the street. The dim lights barely revealed the closed shops and leaf strewn sidewalks. A short breeze caused the dead landscaping out front to rustle gently but now, it seemed slightly ominous.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." Her voice was hollow and even though she was turned away, I could sense the hint of disappointment.
Sighing, I sat on the other side of the bench. Pausing for a minute, I glanced up at the mos
you are, you will bethis is meant to be heard: https://soundcloud.com/c-e-moore/you-are-you-will-be-by-your-methamphetamineyou are, you will be2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
try again with more
conviction this time.
my body is beautiful;
its curves ascend more than the rugged
fall like contradictions from a politically
incorrect statement, my body is the
pavement of my mind's highway but these
trapped under the debris of
(not self-esteem, that requires
a mind-heart team effort)
my lips have kissed all kinds of
royalty; my hands have polished enough
crowns and sworn fealty to the right
people. my loyal legs once opened wider
for you to go deeper but I don't like
thinking about that, I don't like
start over and this time,
my body is beautiful; have you
seen how my hipbones curve like
(when you find me stuck between your
gravestone-teeth, will you promise to be
break me homolytically?)
seen how my thighs purge out of
i was the infidelyou told me you wanted to live forever.i was the infidel5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i said there is no life without death:
there is simply being.
you taught me about airplanes and liveliness and
how to jump out a window without twisting my ankles.
sometimes you would tell me about persia
or how a hot air balloon stays aloft,
but that was when you had fire to keep you floating.
you lent me a book last fall.
i put it in my room and
swore i'd read it later, but
when i went back to look for it i realized
i had lost it, before i even
cracked the cover.
i told you and you weren't angry; you just smiled
and said that all things lost are eventually found.
last week you kissed her, long and sweet, under the crucifix:
tracing fish in the sand with your bare feet. fingers intertwined.
it was then i knew that you were gone and you had lied:
not all lost things can be found.
yesterday i found the book you gave me,
collecting dust at the back
of my bookshelf. i wanted to pick it up
and put it in the drawer where i keep hidden things;
scapegallows and metacarpalsi was cracking collar bones,scapegallows and metacarpals5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
splitting through my spine &
oh - i was divinity, a demigod
to paint my knuckles red before
my lips were blue.
i'd wanted to be wayworn;
i'd wanted to be catatonia
& comorbidity but
i knocked my molars loose
on my right metacarpals,
spat out yellowed teeth
like headsmen lop the necks
42you should never421 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
love a poet, do not trust
them with your
heart - love may be
their language, but
they are always best at
infinitehere,infinite5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in this bed
and house and town,
we are kings and queens ruling no-man's-land.
take my hand, lead me through these parks and graves,
let me feel your
as if we are
pinpricks on this planet, little linked stars.
apostasybefore he led me like a lambapostasy6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the altar,
he got me drunk.
take this and eat, he said,
hands on my hipbones,
soft thighs, soft sigh
for this is my body -
but he gave me no bread, only
bruises, and he gave me
new thorns for my head
and i bled
till sunday morning.
who speaks of resurrection?
are you there,
will easter come?
if only you knew how to swimthey say it’s just like walking,if only you knew how to swim1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
except without the security
of the ground beneath your feet.
and you sink instead.
you open your eyes underneath the water;
and for just a moment,
you see a picture of
your lungs scream for air.
inhale. because you’re not
sure what else to do,
and because there doesn’t
seem to be a way back up.
panic as water starts to fill up your lungs.
you reach for someone,
anyone, even though you know
you’re alone. still,
you find the strength to kick.
relief as air fills the body.
but not for long;
the water was stronger.
it drags you down again.
panic sets in;
you hold your breath.
but you stop trying.
you wonder if it’s still worth it;
to fight. or if it’s just better to
close your eyes.
let the water hold you. fill up
every inch of your body.
if only you knew how to swim.
wishi wish the birds would swoop downwish3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and pick me up in their wings
to take me right to you
i wish i could hold your hand
through anything and everything
even the eye of a hurricane
i wish i could look into your eyes
look deep enough to see them sparkle
brighter than any star or diamond
i wish i could kiss you
taste those lips so sweet
better than any honey
i wish i could hear your heartbeat
listen to its rhythm like a steady drum
slowly and peacefully lulling me to sleep
but no matter how hard i wish
stars can't make it come true
so i'll settle for meeting you in my dreams
you were the infideli told you there is a difference between wanting to kill yourselfyou were the infidel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and wanting to die.
you said you didn't care, i could do either
i taught you how to climb a pine tree
and how to tie your shoelaces one-handed;
i sang you the alphabet backwards until you knew it by heart
(you knew me by heart).
sometimes i would weave daisies through your hair
and you would keep them there
until they wilted.
once i dared you to scale the neighbor's fence and
bring me a tomato from her garden.
i thought you knew i wasn't serious
but you vaulted up and back over with a tomato in your hand.
you told me you would do anything, anything for me
and i just laughed.
if there's one thing i want most, it's to see
daisies in your hair one more time:
that way maybe part of you
will look alive.
i know you've already wilted.
i think the day you jumped that fence,
your heart hit the ground running and
you said you would do anything for me:
i guess you meant anything
where do you fall when you fall in love?i see my voice curl toward the sky in crystal breathswhere do you fall when you fall in love?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as i stand beneath the stars and ask the gods
"where do you fall when you fall in love?"
and in the distant thunder roars as zeus clears his throat.
lightening strikes to start a fire
and in anticipation i sit by the flames as he begins his story.
"love," he says, "is the beautiful medication
that we drink to still our pain,
but often it is overdosed
and we always end up crashing
like a star falling from my sky."
as i watch the shadows dance about his face
aphrodite proudly walks to us
with her golden grace and emerald eyes.
"there's a kingdom," she says with ivory verse, "just below the sea
and it awaits young lovers there
where they drown for all eternity."
at the mention of the sea, poseidon falls down to us
from his chariot atop the cliff and in his booming voice he declares;
"and in that cavern the butterflies are drenched
and with heavy wings they cannot fly
so they suffocate the lovers."
with the quietest gait of a clumsy fox
genomei took my tuberculosis pills,genome4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
assembled my blue body to
i, the manic-depressive,
i cracked the metacarpals,
spat in river styx just the way
humani(ties) me to the
fractured knee cap, the
the day is coming to an enddon’t say it.the day is coming to an end5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the embers only ignite
the moon has
we do not need
the sun will rise. someone
will be your first thought
and I will be your
that is alright.
don’t say it.
it is sure
it will sizzle,
it will rage,
against the dying
of its day.
it will burn
our hands that we
it will burn our homes.
natural penance for
taking pride in what
don’t say it.
don’t look back.
press your hands
to the glass and
fog it with
but just not,
2 TruthsI'll tell you a truth (for I can't tell a lie)2 Truths4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The meaning of life that is woven inside
I'll speak of the pain that has prompted my voice
And then sweet compassion, which gave me a choice
Pain is writing in blood on the wall
And saying, "I'd much rather suffer it all."
Pain is compassion
Compassion is pain
Forget it, and soon you'll remember again
Compassion is seldom a heart to be bruised
It's saving a person who's lost and confused
Pain is compassion
Compassion is pain
Blaming yourself when there's no one to blame
Pain is a whisper that's dark in the night
But bleeding for someone will turn on a light
Pain is compassion
Compassion is pain
Loving and hurting to keep yourself sane
Pain and compassion can suffer as one
Pain is what's real, and compassion is Love
Pain is the blood that is traced on the wall
Compassion's the gift when you've suffered it all
the dreamer type can only speak in smoke-spiralshe's got wasteland words drippingthe dreamer type can only speak in smoke-spirals1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the migraine-swell of his skull &
down through the splinters of his spine.
the kid's a connoisseur, but only of
dead hands & phantom depressions;
he's more of a dilettante for
the spectacle called being.
I Am Number FourThe crimson rains downI Am Number Four5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
like a heavy red shower.
Their lips rest a frown
since the end of their hour.
A slit to the throat,
and a knife to their wrist.
The blood like a coat,
and their eyes hazed like mist.
Their skin paled white,
their touch cold as stone,
a lost scream of fright,
a cut cord of a phone.
Tatters of clothes,
bruises of black,
a break to their nose,
a skull that did crack.
The murder was done
as their smile did beam.
Torcher to one
had rest quite unseen.
Closing the door
they slipped on outside.
The first one of four
had finally died.
Time continued on
And two more fell.
One in Taiwan
and the other in Hell*.
I glanced at the news
with unwanted worry.
It was my turn to lose
so I began to hurry.
Why am I in misery?
Can't you see?!
After number three
there rests only me.
There are four
-I am number four.