SuySuy4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
In that last twinkle of life, that indefinite wrinkle that clouds our senses turns us into saints. And, as a sinner, all I can hope for is youth.
As the hour glass turns inside out I'll stand there laughing at that stupid reflection.
Feckless, but not forlorn I can already smell it fading...
Fading into the singularity of the great nothingness I feared, it becomes silly and I become more and more fond of it.
I know what you'll mean when I can stop listening.
Just stop talking and you'll know too.
That Look In Your Eye...That Look In Your Eye...4 years ago in Open More Like This
Is it your devil
that makes me smile?
Or your frivolous look
shrouded in the open
vespers of my bile?
Toward what ends do you
mean, oh devil, that marks
my departure, your arrival?
UnderwearI have every interest in seeing your underwear, and that tells me more than I need to know.Underwear4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Tal vez -2-Tal vez -2-4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Tal vez la cuenta atrás se haya acabado, pero tú luces tan encantador como siempre.
Tu sonrisa, tu esmoquin, tu elegante frac de color noche.
Atractivo, vistoso, arrebatador.
Puede que mañana ya no me despierte el despertador a las siete, ni que vuelva a maldecir por lo bajo su estridente chillido, pero tú lucirás tan encantador como siempre.
El cabello revuelto y descuidado.
Luz de luna atrapada en ellos.
Dulce, amable y confiado.
Quizás ya sea mi última día pisando este suelo, esta calle, esta ciudad. New York sigue indiferente, tras el transcurso de las horas; pero tú luces encantador esta noche.
Ojos azules cuál zafiros.
¿Qué mas puedo pedir?
Quizás sea mi último suspiro, mi último adiós, mi último beso.
Quizás me entregué a tus brazos sin más.
Pero tú seguirás luciendo encantador esta noche.
remember that timeremember that time i won the lottery, but mom forgot to play the numbers. i'll probably never win again.remember that time5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
remember that time when i was straight edge
remember that time i dated a gay boy. neither of us suspected.
remember that time i got glasses and my best friend laughed at me
remember that time i didn't believe in sex before marriage
remember that time i beat my dad's friend at arkanoid. i was 7 or 8 and he was pissed.
remember that time i saw you and knew we were going to be best friends. i asked for your myspace page so i could judge you before i made my final decision
remember that time i moved into your house before your old roommate moved out
remember that time i fell for the first time?
remember that time my heart broke and i thought i'd never be happy again
remember that time i worked in texas selling books door to door
remember that time we entertained our cashier with the random things we said
remember that time we made vegan food s
Skylight Visionyou are a blinking airplane in the nightskySkylight Vision7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while I´m a satellite, circling the earth
my constant light trying to hunt glimpses
as you rush past me everytime
God is in the Claw MachinesIf there's one thing I've learned from walking in AprilGod is in the Claw Machines8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[when the buds on the trees come to blows with the sun,
and of course I'm not cold,
It's that there is a truth
in each and every
[You know that I've been wrong before.]
Each case of mistaken identity has led us one step closer
to finding who we really are.
When I was much younger, I used to believe
that there was no beauty in this world.
But that was a long time ago,
before I really existed.
And now that I've met you, I realize that
Futurism is alive and kickingProgressive parachutes snapped back in the hurricane stormFuturism is alive and kicking8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ricocheting on the rooftops of a smog covered city of industry
Cars roaring like the hunting lions of the savannah
Dry beat of an expanding army marching in their boots
Suitcase filled hands pumping away on tomorrow's keyboard
Sound of money sparking with energy, falling from the sky
Talking mouths filling the frames of the convenience store window
Crash of thunder, lightning strike, ambulance screams
Tomorrow is the past reincarnated with motors and TV
GiftI made you somethingGift7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hope you like it
I made it out of you
Because I sold the world
That time when I thought I could buy it back
And gave away all of me
That time when I thought you weren't looking
And someone stole all the air
That time when I tried to catch my breath
So I made this for you
I hope you like it
Because it's all I have left
tedious traumathe naked baby lies trampled on the rocktedious trauma8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ripped from its beloved womb
it's left to fester while marring
no indention upon the voice of his procreator.
a smudge on the periphery
little thought acknowledged the validation of departure.
it could never be that easy.
detachment breeds fear more quickly than fornication.
at that rate,
insures the eternal life of existence
sharing the fear of Søren,
it's vitality which is essential
not form or flesh
but emotional brilliance that shines fourth
through the glimmering thought.
LighthouseMy beacon light sweeps the horizon,Lighthouse8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Illuminating the waves.
Crashing on the knifing rocks.
Vanst and endless ocean,
majestic yet deadly,
my breathing rises
and falls with the waves.
The sea sighs,
she's as lonely as me.
She's vast, dark velvet, blue
and I jutting white,
protruding from her shores,
admidst deadly teeth.
Again my light sweeps across her surface.
Picking out each crestfallen wave
as they dive down to the sorry shipwrecks.
Every night I hear their creaking frames
crying with loss
and I'm filled with sorrow.
The clouds clear and the sea she mirrors the sky,
each star duplicated on her shimmering skin.
The moon (narcissi) admires his reflection,
as I, lonely, stare out over her.
The moons reflection bright and proud
puts my beacon to shame.
I sheild my light for I am shamed.
Blind ships skim the night for I am shamed.
He spites me.
She cries for me.
And I sleep for another day
still in love with the oceans.
Urban WalkThis morning, I shrugged on my frayed jacket,Urban Walk8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there was water in my mind,
Mooning over you
At the boughs of my cedar, drinking damp green all night long
Were the feet, white toe afore black shoe
Towards bus stop . .
---a nd . a crow whisper laster , later, lay there -
Softly falling from my grey dipped Monday sky. Th' enquiring eye ,
A bit of sun falling behind my ear
Sneaking into my thoughts with thoughts of avians in the dawn
Draping a bit of color over mythirstythroat.
She's lifted me up by the coattails,
To be following my sky poetry in crow trails and tickling
A cirrus heaven monkey
I lug my bucket of blue and yellow paint,
Kicking. Black and white shoes . . ..
To fall back to the side walk.
My own toes touching sky,
Corduroy jacket , suffused with earth , flying me up
Myosotis SylvestrisMyosotis sylvestris (Forget Me Nots)Myosotis Sylvestris8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Knotted stems cling tightly
to the pole pushed, just yesterday,
into loamy garden soil,
flecked with bark and leaves.
Read the packets fine print:
water well in dry spells.
These arent the hardy daffodils
Im used to planting.
I finger each new bud gently;
picking them up, one by one,
and caressing them with a careful hand.
Each one lined with scratches
and creases marring the weave.
At last I dust my hands
on dirty jeans and turn towards
the cottage and the awaiting kettle.
But not before catching one last glimpse
of dusky fingers waving farewell
from the trellis.
deathdeath10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
at the station
one exhausted passenger
the train on the track whistles
you have to obey
get on it
and ride away
one exhausted passenger
the trip ended where it began
Letter to the WorldA note in a bottle,Letter to the World1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a message for the world.
'If I scream as loud as I could,
would you be able to hear me?
Thrown into the ocean
for the sea to swallow
the single sentence.
As the sea swallows its prize
she lets out a horrible hollow cry
for the world to hear.
The world does nothing
but capture her scream
and store it for later
when it asks why she cries
and why she hurts.
For if she screams as loud as she could
would the world listen?
Or is it just a message in a bottle
meant to be swallowed by the sea?
YouYou1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The reflection in the Mirror is no longer broken,
The flower in Bloom no longer stained,
The song that I Sing is no longer sad,
The Unconditional love I feel is no longer strained.
The Supernova I see is an explosion of desire,
The Unknown no longer compels me to fear,
If a Hospital is where I seal my fate,
Let it be known I died loving You, my dear.