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AvianYou used to tell her she had bird bones -Avian1 year 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 like hers did
when you lay your head upon her chest;
beating the way yours did,
before she flew away with it,
like you always knew she would.
Tonight you are haunted
by a swan with a broken neck.
It's just a dream,
but you know it's her...
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?1 year 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 t
La Femme Fatale Joyeux Vamp for the worlds endingLa Femme Fatale Joyeux1 year 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.
She Is DeathShe is Death,She Is Death1 year 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.]
Dying to be Marilyns Girls hang themselvesDying to be Marilyns2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with nooses made of numbers
and eyes of airbrushed idols
with society's approval.
They say,
{while choking on pages of Vogue magazine}
"that beauty opens doors
to worlds
we never had the right to".
They say,
"you are beautiful when
your body is thin".
Sex sells,
and so they do.
Trading their souls
for anot
The Science of LivingWe are water and ichor,The Science of Living1 year 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.
Love Bite, Fire FightWhen your virgin heart's been bittenLove Bite, Fire Fight1 year 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.
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 Birdsong1 year 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 yo
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.
Ave Maria,
I counted beads for you.
Do you hear me crying?
The dark is overwhelming.
Ever-silent Mary,
put me to sleep or kill me.
I sang Aves for you.
I raised my voice in hallelujahs
for you.
Mary,
they say
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 wo
StasisDreams only take you so farStasis1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
before they crush you
with expectations
and their un-fulfillment.
You cannot move
with bones so broken,
and a stomach
so lead-heavy
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.
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
Seared Lungs Sing SweeterSeared lungs sing sweeter,Seared Lungs Sing Sweeter1 year 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,
Evening for RosesFavonian perfumeEvening for Roses1 year 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.
Parry"I could fall in love with you, someday"Parry1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
once seemed sweet in it's strange way,
but you belong to another,
and I know that you love her.
I cannot trust you ever again
since cavalierly saying what you did then.
So, I have sewn you all up in a rhyme
to ensure you won't consume me next time.
Creatrix Till BirdsongDo not wake me.Creatrix Till Birdsong1 year 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...
Forgive the ArrhythmiaOh Heart,Forgive the Arrhythmia9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You race so slowly,
Pound so meekly,
And live fearfully.
Oh Heart,
There is a quick, sick, quiet tune
Struggling for breath and dying for room.
Oh Heart,
To the shadows, in fear I hum
The same song that you Drum-
Drum-Drum.
Oh Heart,
Your beat was a flutter
And your voice was a stutter.
Oh Heart,
If there was only a different rhythm
To liberate your chained attention,
Shackled tightly to the pulse of mayhem...
Oh Heart,
Forgive me, this could have ended long ago,
Your exhausted ache and this wretched situation,
Had I picked up a phone or switched the station on the radio.
I'm NostalgiaI'm a piece to a puzzleI'm Nostalgia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you don't play with anymore.
You left me on the shelf
in your old room to gather dust,
by your yearbook that I signed,
with love "don't ever change."
You've outgrown me-
like your letter jacket
that you used to let me wear.
Memories don't fit the way they used to...
The past has no place
in the present, anyway.
I understand.
I'm nostalgia,
and your future
is made of bigger things
than me.
Swing LowUnlocked doors,Swing Low1 year 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.
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 Bullets1 year 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 claus
Vindictive PhantomVindictive phantom,Vindictive Phantom3 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,
a hook
that pierces my heart;
and you know this.
"Dream of me, dream of me, dream of me,"
you demand,
and I do.
Once gentle,
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!"
you scream,
and I do, I do, I do.
Make me regret
that what is done
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
DenialI keep myself in the dark,because as long as I'm blindDenial1 year 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.
FearlessI am not afraid of death,Fearless1 year 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.
Tripping on a MigraineHeat lightningTripping on a Migraine1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spiked with madness
It's all technicolor thunder
Noise and saline
It's all nonsense
Baby
Sink your tiger claws
Deep in my temples
I have been seeing red
Anyway
And I'm already
Under pressure
That could sure use
Relieving
Bring me
Poppies on a pedestal
Roses
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
Down
And I'll count you off
With a
5
6
7
8
But I'm tone
The Hazards Of My Dried InkI didn't mean to make you bleed.The Hazards Of My Dried Ink2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't know you would get so lost
and tangled in the thorny lines
that you were never meant to read.
I didn't know the power of my words,
until your heart was throbbing,
sobbing
on the dark hall floor.
In shadows it came to light,
the depth,
and breadth,
of the grief you bore.
I didn't know how you would hang yourself,
a thousand times and more,
for every hyperbolic metaphor
scrawled carelessly across the page
because my mind and hands were bored.
I didn't consider how you would take
the poetic license I take for granted.
You didn't know better than to misunderstand;
those words were n
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