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Winter SkinIn Romania, the gypsies wanderWinter Skin6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the streets, cold and weary.
Seven times the gypsy boy asked me
for the scarf I wore, haggard and old-
the weight of diaspora is heavy.
Each time I refused. His poverty
made him beautiful, and in the cold
of that December I let him freeze,
to wait for bird songs in the ceaseless din
of city noise in winter skin.
Phoku3 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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freckledthe sun is wine,freckled1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
round in my stomach,
shrill in the beaks of birds.
clover muddles your fingers,
muddles your teeth and breath
and skin. you are only
a spot in the trees.
planted among trillium,
stalks thickening your limbs,
my limbs dappled.
i taste summer
all through you.
carnal requestsher skin spoke to mecarnal requests6 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in gentle supplication:
lick me, kiss me, bite.
Bone child,this December's winterBone child,6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
has your ribs cocooned with
mine. & this wander(lust) heart
will sustain warmth for the both of us.
For Fear You Would Die Fasteryour attenuate bonesFor Fear You Would Die Faster2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clik clak
clak
against each other
against my anklespooled
in the foot of this sleeping bag
they summon up
eighty-eight goose-bumps taught to sing
evanescence in the summer(.)
we loved.
now: see-
through skin
for your viewing pleasurereasoning with irresponsible tendons
writhing cos we were we are one
typewriter with two dry
mouths,
fifty-six detac
hed teeth
"never more than one hundred hand breadths apart and never more"
Roasted Sapphiresripening poems like sink-your-teeth-in peach fleshRoasted Sapphires3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so willing&ready she ignores the yellow lights
[dripping from the corners of his down-turned lips,]
like thirsty fangs.
she paints the seven seas onto her nails
to drown-out&cover-over the nectar-like
blood she chipped away from his
oh-so-frosty lips.
Lovers&Liars know best
when it comes to burning down buildings
because they're used to holding fires in their lungs,
and smoke in their crooked throats.
it takes one to know one,
so she pressed a smile through her teeth
and gave him exactly what he wanted.
[her s p i n e - l e s s - n e s s ]
motion.things repeat until they're worn out, untilmotion.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
their momentum spins dry
and vacuums cease to exist. make a perpetual motion
machine, send it into the dead
of the cosmic wasteland. i would run forever too,
if i could.
wherever i godear mie,wherever i go3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
sometimes, i get a little carried away.
once i really believed that you and andy would get married. knowing mie, your genes would be dominant; i imagined a little girl with cornsilk braids and lips trailing apple peel, joints made of air and gibbous moon. "you should call her ondine," i told you, picturing your taut creamy stomach lush and swollen with potential.
"i've never wanted children," you replied, exhaling— the motion so beautiful, the umbrellas we gripped became parasols and london fog turned into clouds thin as rice paper.
"oh." i felt sorry for the unborn child, who would never get to be cradled by a mother with
cdust swirlc2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
reaper would you sharpen,
grit rolls under your tongue dear would would
you turn the light on. turn the light on ifff
if you're
(quiet)
be good and maybe
just maybe
sh. a blistering wind! and you are tired jolene/
plastic blinds clack and clatter
behind
a thin veil
unassuming and quietly
stealing the threadweb of tender fresh infancy
pleasedonttakehimjustbecauseyoucan
the legendary! the legends! oh-
speak and listen of the tales the tales
princess tower hair prince save happilyeverafter but LISTEN.
the dogs chew thoroughly,
there will be nothing left
iy'd
Pseudo AshPseudo Ash2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a side-lying vesuvius:
we barely sputtered before we
b u r s t -
bloodied confetti on downtown streets
to the boats too late
kill the baby quickly
or not or
not,
for the delicate preservation of one
life-not-clutched
closely
enough
There are nights...There are nights when the skyThere are nights...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
unstitches its seams and stutters stars
into the startled canons of our eyes.
These are the nights when
I try not to think of you
or the way your voice breaks through me
like a tide only satisfied with drowning,
the way your every how becomes
an inexplicable why inside me
or how I'm tethered to you
like a prayer seeking penance
from the stars.
Even now,
you are a long avenue in me
through which a whisper lingers
and, though these are the nights
when I try to cure myself
of this need to need you,
they are still the nights I leave the doors
unlatched like my lips, waiting
for you to come home
Shelf Lifeghostcrab:Shelf Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
steampunk brains whirring
come west, translucent boy!
your press-on googly eyes will lodge
in my voice boxsee i self-strum with sincerity
sandling:
while your shell is yet a bud
plop off this dock
trust the wise lake
trust me to deal gentlyrecoil not; remember not
no blame to leave to die a thing already dead.
Nature's SlaveDear, sweet, heart-Nature's Slave4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your angelic laughter fills the room
The voices around you pause,
In earnest reverence of the bloom
That unfurls as winter thaws.
Yes, springtime suits you best,
You smiling, silly boy,
And you wear it like a crest,
An old, beloved toy.
The voices rise again-
They're asking you to dance,
So lift your auburn hair
And finish this romance.
baptismburnt out in this city,baptism1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
small town, small nights under your
irises, you trip and do not fall, you glide
over and under the cushion of your ribs.
i tell you i am raining inside
and your degenerate reply pours over my lips,
swells my undulating tongue
where it splits and oozes down my burning throat--
all that smoke, finally permeating my sickly blue
flesh-and-worm brain until it crumbles
and crusts with blood--
you say you'd love to be raining
inside me so i, i rip off
your eyelids to make you watch as i
tear out your veins, your skin falling
in shreds, your life's blood dripping
into my mouth.
after all, you said you'd li
navy state of dreamingi am in a state ofnavy state of dreaming2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
navies and blues. and i thought i would love you
as i love the ocean. i have painted pictures and written poems and
sang songs and thought thoughts of falling for someone in the way that
i love the sea for so long but here you are and you are no sea.
t'est pas la mer a moi. t'est tellement plus.
you are not the ocean. you are more the melting snow and
hope that springtime brings. you are the never ending sigh and
the greatest silence is you. and it is kind of like contour drawings. look at this orchid. draw the shadows but only use one line. and if you look in the right way the most beautiful weight is held in t
feathered backbone songthe mornings we spent staring through the bleak,feathered backbone song3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gray window panes to the sky blanketed with birds-breath
spin countless-ly in my bitter spinal chord
holding my brain up straight and tall like mother always wanted me
to be.
you endlessly asked me if i was wearing it alright
if my mind was in the right place and my sanity stayed festering
so you wouldn't feel guilty to run your padlock hands
through my cursed hair and straight down the buttons
along my backbone, like tall dunes near that sea that could see us
from far away.
my teeth turned light yellow as the seasons changed
and yet we still remained in that tall building with
stealthily.I need it now, how you turn sludgestealthily.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into stereotypes, i want you
to be power-hungry and my lion.
[ l i a r ]
Fleas never turned to fancies and
the chipped paint on the exterior,
don't tell me it's never housed a
salamandrillion supper-party for the
[avian] queen.
Keats and cummings and my 4 A.
M. flashlight never met but I'll
tell you what did.
who did.
Six f
virginity is like an envelopemy mother said her mother knew.virginity is like an envelope3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wonder if she stumbled home like i did,
fifteen and beer-loose
tied to the door like a thunderstorm with black lips
and i wrote a story about disaster,
a quiet two sleds long.
a box full of beads, i swallowed
fifteen needles, mommy. don’t
tell me i’m not sorry.
don’t call me a whore you bag of bones
you lock-loose suitcase do you even
recognize me look at my face my toothache skin
i am not the one with the knife.
my mother never slept with a boy
who didn’t love her never let a boy
sleep on her while she lay awake beneath
the shroud of his skin breathing only
when her voice-box gathere
Tastes Like a Tuesday Harem wordsTastes Like a Tuesday Harem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whispering on the
edges of windows
frosted with moonlight, a breath from the firefly, a finerfly
has never been seen
he sees the letters I type at 2am
and kisses the girl that mocks the divinity of
placing and placating the words on my screen with
everything hidden in spaces and brackets
and I write my dances like I take my tea
bitter and without reprieve
ersatzyour wake is the warmersatz1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
languid whorl of a sachet-latté
morning after,
gone when six a.m. rain swirls
pavement scents of whiskeysmoke
& a careless caress away
under cinnamon-sugar grace --
and it was only ever this:
you were lovely
by trembled halflight, when you almost had
my summer-boy's eyes.
Achromatic Dreamstoday, god gave me present.Achromatic Dreams1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
-
i.
stilted windows, white bones
decaying lungs and my mind races
at the rate of a lone moth's jaded wings
we taste better alone
ii.
clemency is earned
by the damned, by the damned
arbitrary sacrifices
we belong to nobody
iii.
and she bowed with artless grace
kissed the sky, shed stardust tears
choked on angelic moonshine
we draw our own constellations
-
today, i gave god presence.
Sta.sh
