cyclic motioni. every sad story starts with love.cyclic motion4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ii. there is you sprawled across the bed
with your ankles tangled in cotton covers
and the golden waves of sunlight
breaking themselves through fissured glass
to drip into your hair like bright honey,
your hands reaching upward
as if they were young birds waiting on wings.
you wept for those flightless, wet-beaked children
anchored helplessly to your wrists
but their hearts were not as weak
as the foreign fist beating in your chest. they collapsed
and only left behind
the impressions of dying constellations
they had scratched beneath your eyelids.
iii. at dusk i watched the night take you in waves, glowing,
and said you were the most beautiful thing
i had ever known.
it was a lie. the want of a thing
is always more beautiful than the thing itself.
these are the quiet things we do not tell--
the secrets touched only in the dark
when hearts are laid open
and everything else forgets to exist.
iv. i whispered that to myself when the last shadow
The Quiet Thoughts of Butterfliesshe says "I'm worried if I breatheThe Quiet Thoughts of Butterflies4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
too loud the silence will
I watch her hands press butterfly
wings between the pages.
does she know that
I'm the queen of silence?
my corpse lungs and
graveyard lips; a decomposing
tongue lurking behind white-washed
tombstones. paint me with sunbeams,
I'm still the same.
[death warmed over]
her tropic gaze rakes over
the bone-white snow. "I keep
swallowing the snow-flakes. they
remind me of frozen flowers.
their dead sweetn
Visibility, His Abilitytwin forearm saplingsVisibility, His Ability4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a Spring frenzy they shatter each metacarpal
Gypsy bones won't contain this reckless green fever.
In Realtime let's grow fonder,
no sense in [still] waiting [still] for daylight to move the shade over to us.
This sky doesn't end;
your eyes stop it
What keeps you rooted
Keeps you from me
Gonna Soarcaught me a birdie&brokeGonna Soar4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her birdie neck, hollow-boned,
sounded more like a crinkle than a snap
really you'd hardly be sure it were
until you've got its
in your unregretful hand
gonna braid her wings into my hair,
gonna raise her birdie babies as my own,
gonna jump off this cliff with them in arms,
your voice sounds lke swimmingshe liked to scribbleyour voice sounds lke swimming4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her hearts whisperings
onto delicate paper napkins
in the middle of crowded restaurants
while all the couples
sometimes she scribbled them down
and her tears would erase them
before anyone else could ever
be touched by them
one night she felt like she was drowning
in the way his voice would raise
and fall like a steady tide
and she scribbled down
we learn to swim
when we begin to drown.
and your voice reminds me of swimming
so i might just climb inside you mouth
and float awhile
Letter to SelfYou're sick from reading too much literature, fat from the words contained in your thrumming veins. You're unsatisfied as of yet, and it's not anyone else's turn to tell you why. Not now. Your tiredness is beginning to weigh on your shoulders. You want water lanterns in the shining dark. Your hair is short, certainly, but not stark enough to startle yourself into pleasure. You need more typewriter ribbons. You need more clothes. You need sleep.Letter to Self4 years ago in Letters More Like This
There are black strips hanging from your ceiling and a coin in currency you can't even use lying on your bedside table. There is a thirty-seven stanza poem waiting to be copied out onto rented-for-nothing-walls. There is a silent shut door, faint murmurings from women below, crumpled sheets. There is sweat.
There is the feeling that something right is being done, and it passes.
You have bruises on your pale knee from political compromise. You have tangential reasons for everything you do. You have a siren for a sometimes-friend that you insist o
holy wateri.holy water4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
today's morning greeted me wetly
(I'm talking about rain, dirty boy)
and I'm starting to think that perhaps it does,
after all, rain for us.
I cannot compare thee to a summer's day
when never does the eye of heaven shine
and it be autumn, but our lips may be as hands
of saints and pilgrims.
our palms have met too many times
for me to tell who hath the sin upon their lips
though you do wrong your hand too much,
and so again I say
it rains for us.
Mightlava eyesMight4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
why you aimed them at me
grass gone to seed, she
lets Summer's heavy breath slither in through her pores
he watched her brain melt and seep
w i d e s p r e a d fingers
& these webs that could not hold held what could not catch hold
I'm not listening anyhow.Make them believe thatI'm not listening anyhow.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All the people in the world are
That only you and I can
Understand when we close our eyes and
Run so far away with our thoughts like a
Buzz in the back of our brains because
Anatomy is something that we still haven't
Thought too much about
In the dark behind our eyelids that will
Only visit us when
No one else is around.
TourniquetI stand crying over the kitchen sinkTourniquet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
reeling back and forth so hard
that I hit the tap
and watch as my broken dreams
spill out of a fresh gash.
I spend my free time searching through spare fantasies
for a tourniquet; anything
to stop the flow of thought.
Its funny how I fight to forget us,
and struggle to remember you.
Every so often I cant recall
the way you drug your feet as you walked
or exactly how much I loved your voice.
Im losing you again...
Just another dropped call
on the worlds most reliable network
because all I am is a number;
a few digits
not worth remembering
So as I run mine through my hair
and let out a sigh in the absence of sleep
I close the cemetery gates that have come to be my eyes
and rest uneasy.
hollowfalling in lovehollow4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is like plucking ribs, and
each time you've fallen
you're another bone closer
to cardiac arrest
for the sonnets i'll never writedead leaves covered our bodies as the chill grew wet, scratching patterns on our skin, mapping the faded lines and scars we took for dead. they complete our dried-up geography, each one a memoir, the dirt off god's hands.for the sonnets i'll never write4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my own dead hands will map your corpse-like chill, they cycle the small bumps and ducts dotting the moments between our imaginations and your reality.
i remember, through our steady explorations in oceans of skin, the way your mind hurls, destroys itself. that mind reminds you of the empty space between your thoughts and the air stirring realness along your clumsy teeth, rooting you to this jail of a world. with the help of mystics and surreal smoke you squeeze yourself between malleability and the shivery kiss of floating.
is it me, circumnavigating every movement of those shadowy eyelashes?
is it me who dreams of you, occurring to selfish scenes at the back of my mind, hoarding the taste of those teeth in my tongue's attic?
i just hope you find the will to stay thro
JetsamI've been attempting suicide nightly.Jetsam4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Putting pen to temple and firing a single,
wake.but i'm a rabbit.wake.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
wide-eyed, bated breath pink. a rabbit choking on lavender fumes, 'honey just suckle' sweet. a child in the dark.
i'm a rabbit-
i'll bolt, any moment- i feel it trembling, shaking inching down my legs, swimming in denile.
that joke just isn't funny anymore. there was a river, dark and fast- more than one of me laughing, talking too fast. rabbit heart, and i still can't keep up.
i told you, good intentions- i'll hang. swing, swing.
i am a rabbit, tremors and all. quick mouth, quick quick, tell me the truth.
you are corrosive- i can't move- but you're right.
alwaysalways- i sit and watch your butterfly fingers take away the sky. my sky.
butterfly fingers and traps, you smile. i believe you, again, again.
i'll keep you safe, and tear each layer of skin for your security. i'll keep you whole, lending bones for the window pains
don't you remember- you looked out the window, don't forget. counting, counting, knowing that somewhere t
only wasted ghostseyes never looked so dry as the day i said i died.only wasted ghosts4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
absent lovers and catholic thoughts of wasted life heaved upward, stomaching every memory of us; sleeping over creaking floorboards, blankets and quilts swallowing us whole to keep us safe from chilled winter fingernails clawing us meatless. the sky burned bright with rowdy fires tearing from the wild eyes of youth, and we watched safe under passivity and the way people look at us when we're oblivious.
i know we owned the world for those few seconds of earth's ticking clock.
i mill through listless ashes once dripped from dry eyes of my own, creating sick circles. this small town forgets my name; it buried me in the trash, under the floorboards, over stones. i keep the cooks and officers awake through the night, through those hours they should have died. they pass me favors as i taste dirt and fire, hanging from ropes and haunting them with eyes colorless, devoid of passion. devoid of colloquial thoughts pushed by a full throat.
washouthello,washout4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i feel i'm living under your eyelids. even when the circuit breaks and the electricity sputters out in a shock. we're swallowing darkness and blinking back sparks. i'm warm in the empty home of your pupils.
it's been too long in this monster shaped darkness i've succumbed to since you taught me the proper way to cry. salt mines paint my snow cold face as my wishing well tear ducts wait to stop coming alive. silver platters should be proceeded with caution because within a breath their ghost touch is teaching you the meaning of goodbye.
today i've painted my eyes to blend with the salt festering your wounds, in a glitter of blood and steel. when i can taste you i'm only afraid of the ghosts that lurk in unfeeling corners, watching through dead sky, and fermenting in the pieces of life they forgot to live. they bask in the language of salutations i've forgotten, planted deep in my larynx. i remember every goodbye, but i've never known the flashed tongue of meeting, g
stereotypicalall these girlsstereotypical4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on their left wrists
bury yourself alive
in syllables and consonants
positivity is overrated
let's all go down
[ and vampire teeth ,
for good measure ]
love for some
and some have none
Seagazingeres:Seagazing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
warm champagne for my insides
vos me caes
Autumn's daylight sliding down my throat-
seeping in through the holes in my skin until my kidneys glow
waves-like-wings to carry me cos
i've dreamt of soaring this underworld
with heavy limbs &
f o u r in-this-moment eyes,
keeping "Far" far away
Let's don't quite recall the deep breaths we took, only why we took them.
becausei wanted to be yourbecause4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deep blue dream,
in the calm and yearly heat
noisy white and calming shallow
words are for those who can read
not those who can speak
and choose not to stop
i waited for husbands to
come home from war
their hands scarred and
begging for children
that i dutifully supply
oiled and ready
(emergency c section,
our child did not
i waited for his iced glares
to turn into warm glances
as he realized that i
was not a woman
but a diamond
perched and waiting on
the living room sofa
whispered his surname
as the paramedics
pronounced me dead
(tv blaring, and my heart was
a wind machine)
soliloquies.i.soliloquies.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nothing to be ashamed of, right?
i doubt that.
why on earth would i be proud of this?
why, in my mind, are there two different people
twitch back and forth every month
neither of them is me
do i not matter anymore?
i am not in control.
nothing will stop you from pestering me
not until these lacerations disappear
because i was fool enough to make them in the first place
(and you are fool enough to not think about consequences)
where is the pocket dictionary when i need it?
i need a word to describe who i am.
there is no magic pill to make it go away
and if there is i'm not smart enough to take it.
An Ethiopian in a Padded Room.If I was simpleAn Ethiopian in a Padded Room.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and didn't care so much about geniuses
locked up in padded rooms to be fed
appetizers comprised of memories and rainbow pills
all leading to the main course,
A generous portion of suicidal thoughts,
I might be able to stop writing plea bargains
If I didn't care as much,
life would be easier,
But I know,
that for every group of funeral mourners
there's a swarm of black flies feeding, too,
and they are just as disappointed in me as I am
because all I am is diluted blood;
A poor man's Ethiopian,
trapped in my own sort
of padded room.
patches and loopsyou've got my heartpatches and loops4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
coming undone at the seams
like an old teddy bear
ready to come apart
if you'd pull the string
in just the right spot
(i'm not perfectly put together
put then again who is?)
you make my mind race
in the best way possible
faster than a toy train
going in an infinite loop
unable to stop
and i love it that way
(i've managed to hurt myself so many times before
you're patching me up with every word you say)
coals die downquite mysterious, i'mcoals die down2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
suddenly driven mad by
the harsh lines of your brow bone
and the shelf of your collarbone.
on wednesdays, i wake up
over you like dead water
sticky with mosquitoes on those
moonless nights when we're
conscious of penetrating darkness,
when our whispers mix and we're
forced into oblivion selected
by celestial cycles. sleep.
so i wander to your eyelids
and let my gaze sweep like full-moon
hands and fall back asleep, lifted
up by the drawing of your breath.
a fever spreads to your lipsoh, play me that song you love, the one that falsifies your only breath and sends you spinning through dizzy trees and cold sweats. play the one where the sun despises your constant breathing, where it doesn't rise for days, so you close your eyes, and imagine its mouth on your throat. i'd play it over and over in my head, under my tongue, the notes speaking through every cigarette and falling dead as ashes as the next note rises, appears, ignites, floats to death.a fever spreads to your lips4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you told me on the phone you were so in love you'd walk the world. but you wouldn't tell me whose name breaks your string of dreams, sends beads spinning on the floor, into corners, under the stairs. couldn't you tell me her name her face herherher? is it love or emptiness washing you dry? i've only known you. only memories die with sleep so i stay awake and hope they hold in the holes of my head-- they leave in a sigh with the close of my eyes.
i am the spindled clocks ticking on your jawline, the movement of a guttery thro