On Trying For A Third Timetongues swirling on window panesOn Trying For A Third Time2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
leading down a damp path
to my heart and soul
twined they are
we will be
painting the walls with a wash
a river, ashes, our skins
we'll burn the place down
build it back up
use both hands with bloody fingernails
gets tangled with my name
becomes the wind kissing the trees
becomes a heartbeat
a beating heart
a lover in love
with being in love
who will be in love
until the other lover
nibbling at lips and swaying hips
is sour smiles
and acid trips, stumbles, falls
into black holes
sucking out my words, thoughts
everything but wanting emotion
needing halfway devotion
the wire wrapped around my eyes
makes everything beautiful
cracked and beautiful
like a porcelain teacup
tea stained, blooming with roses
and broken handles
leaving cuts on touching hands
ten minutes, this will be a dream
tomorrow, this will be a dream
yesterday, this will be a
words mean nothing these daysyou say that you're my savior,words mean nothing these days2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but there's no man standing there-
see, when there's no one sitting in it
a chair is nothing
but a chair.
Will You Catch Me Now?my knees are bruisedWill You Catch Me Now?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will you catch me now?
I've tended too many twisted ankles
too many scraped elbows
to do this much longer
so if you won't accept me
please tell me
I'll glue my feet to the ground and forget
how to fall
please don't take
the memory from me
take my hand
kiss the abrasions away
I'll fix yours
if you fix mine
will you catch me now?
its love"What is this?" she asked, confused.its love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her hands were trembeling,
but it was the good kind of
the one that cuts down to the bones:
perverse game of ours for our own personal gain?"
He paused. He was not so unsure of himself.
He knew quite well what to say;
he was simply collecting himself.
(he knew how to hide his hands)
The words poured from his tongue like
"a sadistic mockery of social interaction,
a venue to express two truly twisted sensibilities,
to press the bounds of human mental interaction."
She could feel his smile.
She couldn't help it,
couldn't contain it:
the anticipation she hadn't felt in so long.
It'll be interesting to see who will come to the brink first