GangsterHe was full of [broken] promise[s]
[rain checks and train wrecks]
He had a thick [suit of] skin
made by [others'] scars
from vicious [love and] wa[regret]s
[that he can not remember]
He was [not] a man,
[just a boy] with a bright star
and his impressive, three piece
pinstripe suit [of skin],
with double-breasted pockets
[to hold hearts that don't fit in his glove box]
and hand stitching along the lines of his brand new sleeves.
AvianYou used to tell her she had bird bones -Avian2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it was only a joke,
but you would hold her tightly
so she could not fly away.
Now you carry starlings in your pockets
to feel their little hearts
fluttering much like hers did
when you lay your head upon her chest,
heart beating the way yours did,
before she flew away with it
as you always knew she would.
Tonight you are haunted
by a swan with a broken neck.
It is a dream,
just a nightmare,
but you know that it is her...
She has returned to you
decked out in feathers,
choking on a heart,
and you're frightened as hell
at how god damn beautiful
she is in broken symmetry,
but you find relief in your fistfuls of feathers.
Sister, can you spare me a seashell?I.Sister, can you spare me a seashell?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Last week she had asked me, "Sister, can you spare me a seashell? This town it is loud, but my thoughts, they are louder. I need to drown them like so many sailors lost in a sudden storm."
I told her that she needed to seek help instead of seashells; they did not hold the ocean and could not drown her thoughts.
Then my frustration melted to see her so suddenly as I had not since we were children, when she would beg, her eyes wide with fear, to check beneath our bed before she could sleep. She was scared of the dark and the darkness never seemed to leave her.
She looked so small as she walked away without the hope she came for and so broken when she paused by the door to say, "but I have tried everything else."
I saw her yesterday,
sleeping in the shallows
with her feet
The Science of LivingWe are water and ichor,The Science of Living2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we are air and memoirs,
we are fire and ore
and clay struck by stars.
This is the science of living.
We are arsenic and porphyry,
we are helium and spirit,
we are mercury and malady
and neon and kismet.
This is the science of living.
We are roses and riot,
we are daisies and sanguine,
we are bracken and velvet
and amaranth and omen.
This is the science of living.
StasisDreams only take you so farStasis2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before they crush you
and their un-fulfillment.
You cannot move
with bones so broken,
and a stomach
with swallowed pride.
And wing'd hope flies from the fear
of a life well wasted,
leaving you nightmare-shackled
to your potential
screaming in stasis.
La Femme Fatale Joyeux Vamp for the worlds endingLa Femme Fatale Joyeux2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with gilt lashes sharpened for the killing.
Traipse drunkenly in steel-toed slippers,
inhale spring and exhale winter.
Trace epigrams upon the man,
draw epitaphs into the sand;
all hail your scarlet fever.
Elegy The oracle gave me a fortune cookie that was as stale as her smile when she wished me good luck with the rest of my life. I came here for answers, but the words on the paper read, "Get used to disappointment."Elegy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, I am. Bitterly.
I am writing you an elegy, but the trammels of grief have caught me too well and my words are all stutters.
Answers are needed. I stepped in melancholy somewhere along the way, it's still stuck to my shoes and I don't even know who I am anymore.
I can't forget the pain and I can't remember how to live.
Mnemosyne, I brought a backpack filled with empty plastic bottles, in the hopes that I may fill them with your waters of remembrance. Won't you help a girl out? I'm a good person, I'm trying to re-cycle! Don't turn away.
Lethe, might I fill some with your waters of forgetting? It's instant Karma and I'm in need of oblivion.
I am losing my mind, little by little
Seared Lungs Sing SweeterSeared lungs sing sweeter,Seared Lungs Sing Sweeter2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
so burn, baby, burn.
I'm a child of fire.
I yearn, how I yearn!
Don't give me flowers;
I crave gasoline.
Charm has no powers
over this machine.
My bones are matchsticks -
let's turn up the light.
It's time to transfix,
watch me spark the night.
So come, let us burn,
with no time for prayer.
We'll burn, baby, burn
with ecstatic flare.
Let us die tonight,
die a thousand deaths.
While we're burning bright
smoke will be our breaths.
Come, set a fire,
a blazing nocturne,
here in my bier,
and we'll burn, burn, burn
upon a pyre
of deep desire,
glowing like phosphor
in sweetest rapture.
Lover, come closer,
I promise you'll learn
seared lungs sing sweeter,
so burn, baby, burn.
Deaf To BirdsongFive nights of building castles and drawing your image in the sky while you draw mine, laughing at death because we are forever.Deaf To Birdsong2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Five nights expanding the horizons, and rolling in fields of clover, echoing our joy off distant mountains.
Five afternoons lost in oblivion seeking shadows, desperate for a companion.
Five afternoons spent wandering a parody of paradise, a l o n e.
I slept too long, and dreamt too much.
I created a world so large that I cannot find you in it.
You are lost among the wonders.
I could have prevented this, had I drawn a map of these lands instead of your body...
I stand helpless, and scream the name I gave you.
Evening for RosesFavonian perfumeEvening for Roses2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the darkling gloom
brightens the twilight -
Oh! Sparks taken flight!
Petals ride the wind,
as if freedom sinned.
The little love notes
on the kissed air floats
to my window tonight.
She Bites Bullets Her teeth are chipped and broken. She wears lipstick in a shade called "Pow!" a bright red to make up for her smile. In her mind, it works because no one ever asks questions. Between her jealous, button down guard dog and her own reputation the world tends to keep its distance.She Bites Bullets2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
An untouchable beauty with dark hair and wild eyes, she moves like a dancer and a jungle cat and is a casing for a spirit darkened by secrets, sometimes bright and energetic and randomly explosive.
She was not made for capture or confinement.
He lives with her in a claustrophobic studio apartment, paid for by a shitty job that covers rent and ramen. Young and ambitious, the stress is eating at his insides and he feels the acidic bile rising, falling, and crashing like predatory waves against a stony shore - the pressure of being a provider.
Once a Colossus,
Dying LoveMy darkling darling,Dying Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sun is setting,
falling sylph-like on our love.
Once so daring,
now flicker fading,
is our will o' wisping love.
We have been straining
and have been failing
at rekindling our love.
They say that trying,
more than succeeding,
is everything in love.
No more midnight meetings,
or morning greetings,
all will be changing, love.
And in the gloaming,
we will be saying
farewell to this dying love.
Tripping on a MigraineHeat lightningTripping on a Migraine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spiked with madness
It's all technicolor thunder
Noise and saline
It's all nonsense
Sink your tiger claws
Deep in my temples
I have been seeing red
And I'm already
That could sure use
Poppies on a pedestal
Taste too much like mourning
Kill me again
This time without feeling
Make it beautiful
Or don't waste my time
I see the light
Of my magic carpet
Leaving the station
It's gonna be a long ride
Give me a beat
And I'll count you off
But I'm tone deaf
Of that tune
Oh, how you Brando the drums
You don't care that I hate percussion
It only brings pixies
But they never share their dust
I don't need their shine
Beatles are better company
With superior wings
There is a riot of color
On my eyelids
Turn out the light
Before I lay my head down
On the writers block
Toss me a pencil
Creatrix Till BirdsongDo not wake me.Creatrix Till Birdsong2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not a dreamer, I am a creator of worlds.
Had I a little more imagination, and a lot more time, I could breathe you into life.
Dark-eyed stranger, I cannot tell if we are two or one.
Never wake me.
When I ask your name you curl around me like smoke, and it is I who becomes alive when I take you in.
Pulling me closer, you bring your mouth to my ear and tell me in a whisper that you are honey and sin.
'Of course', I reply.
I knew it all along.
'Come with me', I beg. 'We have magic enough. Come with me when I wake.'
You smile, but when you part your bitten lips to speak, your words turn into birdsong...
Love Bite, Fire FightWhen your virgin heart's been bittenLove Bite, Fire Fight2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
by a love that makes you burn,
with a voice from deep within
you sing your bliss without concern.
Once burned, twice shy,
afraid that love is just a lie.
You let your bleeding heart drip dry
and give it all another try.
I Love You For TryingDarling, glue cannot hold me together,I Love You For Trying2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no more than it could a tower collapsing.
Scalpels cannot reach the cause of my pain,
you won't find it,
and you might as well stitch up melting ice.
Medicine is temporary,
just like a bandage,
with the sour after taste of money.
I am a puzzle that you want to solve,
but how can you
if I don't know myself?
I know you want to fix me;
honey, I am already broken,
but I love that you keep trying.
Vintage StarsVintage '85 stars in a bottle;Vintage Stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it was a very good year.
They have been sitting on a shelf
waiting for a special occasion to shine.
Now they are chilling in the fridge,
with two glasses on the counter top
awaiting their fulfillment.
They are not crystal,
but they are clean and unbroken.
Swing LowUnlocked doors,Swing Low2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cow bones and catacombs -
the charm of small town America.
swing low, swing low
There's nothing but the wind,
and the miles around,
whispering they will take you away.
Swing low, swing low
was a promise your momma made you,
now she sleeps, and you know she was right.
Sweep, sweep, sweep
beneath the rug...
They are only sleeping.
But the wind says what their hollow eyes do:
Oh wretch, swing low, swing low, swing low.
DenialI keep myself in the dark,because as long as I'm blindDenial2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can't see my heart break.
And for all you or I know
I'm just fine.
Guilt-riddenPandora shatters her looking glassGuilt-ridden2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to kill the soul in its reflection.
Her glassy eyes can't stand the sight;
she has become a coffin
for everyone except herself
she craves the nail to seal her in.
Self destructing in an alleyway
with demons in her skin
and guilt tripping with backward eyes
swapping dirty needles and sin.
Pandora raves in the streets about cures
but it all gets lost amongst the din.
"Man must take care of one another.
Link heart and hope and we shall win."
No one hears her and she begins to sober,
so she goes home with a faceless savior
to lose another night and destroy herself again,
trying for oblivion.
Then she slips away at the break of day
and finds a church in which to pray;
too late for redemption
or mercy sanction.
Pandora lights candle after candle
and prays for the final nail to fall,
to give up her ghosts, one and all,
to be swallowed in oblivion...
Hallelujah, and Amen.
FearlessI am not afraid of death,Fearless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nothingness sounds peaceful.
No, I do not fear the void-
as nothing it would be a homecoming.
And I am not afraid of being forgotten,
for some memories are better left faded.
But if I am lucky
I will leave behind words
that speak for themselves
and mean more than I ever did.
Vindictive PhantomVindictive phantom,Vindictive Phantom4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know your name,
for last night I could hear you
whisper, whisper, whispering
it into my helpless ears.
Each letter that spells you
is a talon,
that pierces my heart;
and you know this.
"Dream of me, dream of me, dream of me,"
and I do.
now you carve my sins
into my very soul.
Can you feel the pain
if my soul is half of yours?
"Feel my pain! Feel my pain! Feel my pain!"
and I do, I do, I do.
Make me regret
that what is done
and cannot be undone.
Now phantom, who I know so well,
vindictively create for me a hell,
just like the one I made for you.
Was it beautiful,
like you said I was?
Were you always chasing ghosts?
And did you ever come so painfully close?
Did you ever see me smile,
and reach my hand into your chest,
then pull out your bleeding heart
and show your pain to you?
"I loved you! I loved you! I love you!"
you cry -
and you hated me,
for I am guilty, guilty, guilty!
But no harm
PersephonePersephone stands in the fruit aislePersephone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with hunger in her eyes.
Paranoid all the while,
she wonders if it is safe to try.
It has been a week since she had a thing to eat;
her stomach is louder than the tread of her feet.
She prays that Big Brother
can ever forgive her.
And she prays fervently
that the powers that be
will show mercy and not
let a girl in such dire
straights like hers rot
for the most basic of needs.
Starvation can lead one to desperate deeds;
and she thought, what is it to them, a few seeds"?
She Is DeathShe is Death,She Is Death2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but not Release.
She is Madness,
but with Purpose.
She is Malady,
She is Plague,
and her dance card is never as full
as the posies in your pocket,
or the stars in your eyes
[or the ashes in her hands.]
LapsedOh Mary,Lapsed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with your lips pressed tight,
a thin red line
on your face of white.
It is clear
that you have nothing to say to me.
And your arms are down at your sides,
with your hands spread out wide,
in a gesture
to tell me
I am on my own tonight.
I counted beads for you.
Do you hear me crying?
The dark is overwhelming.
put me to sleep or kill me.
I sang Aves for you.
I raised my voice in hallelujahs
you take pity
on people like me.
So I clutch beads and sing Ave's,
but you never sing for me
in the dark when I need you.
Are these just beads after all?
Cheap and wooden,
sold as tickets to heaven?
Since I was small,
have I been taught to worship a statue?