His Never-Wed BrideBriskly comes the bloody winter winds ventHis Never-Wed Bride6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Gray dusk looms over my shattered homestead
The crows caw makes known the warriors descent
Across the dying pasture, misted red
Glory, comes now my once sweetly adored!
Fighting brothers with valiant reluctance
His tender eyes shut, his breathing no more
His body lies stone-cold with stiffened stance
How well he fought for his country and lass
Like Prince Paris, fighting for what he claimed
Now laid ready for a still, somber mass
His face in my conscience forever famed
Gone is the restful warmth of his skin
Gone is the honey-like voice from his tongue
Yet, here he lays, surrounded by my kin
His bluing ears deaf to their praises sung
His eyes like mirrors reflect my despair
His hand is unresponsive to my grasp
Though I know his spirit now watches where
He can escape all maddened soldiers' clasps
Heavens bells peal, the seraphine choir sings
For he has joined the chorus of angels
I can nearly hear his pleasant voice ring
Draw.Freeze.Collapse.Breathe.Paper cuts thin out toDraw.Freeze.Collapse.Breathe.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
those patheic excuse for a "Winning you back" lectures on those countless papers.
"Blahblahblah I want sympathy."
Was the loudest message received.
Nothings changed, I feel the same.
"Calculations must have gone wrong somewhere..."
Starts with a y--.
I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually.
This is Handguns vs Hands Down
Winter vs Water
Balance Beam vs Buckling Knees
Slow Down My Precious CargoToday I caught myself being daringSlow Down My Precious Cargo8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaning in dangerously too far
How I got the courage too....
So lets take this all the way
Or until we both freeze up
Glued, fixed in a dead on stare.
"You make me so nervous", it slipped right out i swear.
Lets see whos "beat" can win this race.
At the moment were both ahead of the tempo.
Such a beautiful sunI watched you riseSuch a beautiful sun7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With virgin eyes
Emerging from the ocean;
like a phoenix as it flies
You kiss my skin
Tear flows begin
Your beauty and warmth;
has bewitched me again
I ask myself what good have I done;
To witness such a beautiful sun
IDontKnowWhatThisIs-mylife-im sick of being friends with a ghost.IDontKnowWhatThisIs-mylife-8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just give your words to me...
my hair is tied back, with a ribbon, so tight.
(to keep my brains in)
the bracelets choking my wrists.
(to keep my veins in)
(to keep me from breathing too deep)
i cant breathe you in.
i am the queen of dancing infront of the mirror
hairbrush in hand..
pretending i am someone, and im going somewhere.
can you take me somewhere?
whenever i drive in the car,
and we go through the puddles
i lift up my feet so they dont get wet.
but when im outside.
i jump in every puddle i see.
because i dont want to see my reflection.
its the saftey illusion, the windows rolled all the way up
so the gun man cant shoot us.
my mother is crying "dont shoot me"
its the last day of school.
im stuck in class, the gunman, the gunman.
hes running around
and im back in the mirror
(this is called a flashback, because my poetry has no rythm)
screaming to myself
something about leaving
I've No Talent For HappinessI've no talent for happinessI've No Talent For Happiness6 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My smiles are frail at best
And though I try to remember
A time when I felt truly blessed
And no matter how I try
There are always times
When I can't help but cry,
Though even as they fall
I try to cradle the tears
To see if I can find
Happiness beneath the fears
In these delicate crystals
Of hopeless memories...
But I've no talent for happiness
My heart never wholly mends
And though I dove so far
Dove until I reached the end
Of that vat of tears and miseries
I found only
More tears left to cry...
I've no talent for happiness
My soul cries endless seas
In which I try to drown
Myself and my memories,
But I think I once had it
The bliss you call happiness
And every now and then
I feel it
Rise to greet you
And attempt to shine
From beneath my tears
So that you may know the truth
Of how you make me feel.
So I've no talent for happiness
My memories sometimes choke me
My hearts never wholly mends
Downhill. Lose your Drive.MONDAYMONDAY.Downhill. Lose your Drive.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i met him today.
i met you today-
the boy that will change my life.
my feet sink in this blindingly white carpet.
there is a trail of yellow flower petals winding it's way across the floor.
i would follow it, but i'm not sure what's at the end.
i throw away my nerves and thoughts and slowly step along the path.
it's you: you're the end.
I lay in the dark and wait for the part that you sing to me. When I called you my little songbird, you grinned boyishly and gave me a half hearted shove that caused me to laugh until I fell to the floor, holding my sides. You held my hands like we were playing london bridge and told me that this was f o r e v e r .
You pushed me into the pool, but I held your sleeve, causing you to tumble in after me. We laughed and tried to keep our heads above the surface. [You cannot float when you are dragging eachother down.] We floated perfectly. my.life.is.perfect.
MyLittleFishThey said you were like a fish-MyLittleFish8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spending your life in the depths only to resurface in a world you couldn't breathe in.
And I always thought
you were a wonderful prelude
to a damning life.
Now cover girl, you don't cover up anything.
Your makeup does not hide your flaws as you walk to the ocean and drown yourself.
The beach is your last runway, the lightening your last flash.
You yelled "Call this one 'Hollywood'" over your shoulder.
[He told me you do not know how to swim.]
"He's so handsome."
Yeah. He can't keep his hands off other girls and then some.
The boy took away the air you couldn't afford to lose.
He stomped on your lungs when you overheard him-
"She is the balloons that touch the ceiling at a birthday party.
After a few days you will want to throw her away."
Your smile crashed in the same way that the waves do.
You pulled yourself back and felt your
Manhattan HufferIm the Manhattan Huffer,Manhattan Huffer9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
CO2 Inhaler 2006
Process through my esophagus.
How I crave my deadly air.
100,000 tiny crystals in formation.
They dance inside this needle.
Im going to convulse until these old lungs forget to function.
And since we all love bumper cars,
Lets dare to drink.
Lets dare to drive.
Isnt it exciting?
To be a threat to windshields and wood.
I bet its a thrill to examine them upclose.
(If you keep this up Kid,youll be examined upclose.Under microscopes and knives.)
Maybe if youre lucky, the glass wont hurt as bad.
Maybe if youre lucky, youll make it home alive.
Under that homeThere, I could write at phantoms.Under that home3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The eyes in which I reflected,
were a meaning to tie trying to.
When I believe that there is
only one, words all fail.
There, the bleeding of ink
was a shimmering. Something seen,
something to be consumed,
to prove myself corporeal.
swallowed by awaytaco bell bagsswallowed by away5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and half drunken
pad the floor
from breaking in time
while the sun
is delighting in the burst
that decorate the windshield
like some sort of
the aged iris
of this still-
a thousand copper gods
retired to the mire
in a slur
of the prayers
we never did send
to the sky.
Self-ImageDo you remember me for who I was?Self-Image2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you forget me for who I am?
I am the devil behind the curtain
and the insect under your heel
People see one or the other
because I give no other choice
if a tree falls in...a fenceless gardenif a tree falls in...3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
defenseless and unguarded
she watches you grow
OscillationsGirl, I'd write you a poem.Oscillations4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd write about your inflected accent
how it tickles my ossicles
with violent flutters
until the whole damn chamber
clutters with echoes
all the while
my heart's torm-
ented by the silent passion
in your eyes, and I
shrink away from you
like a Gorgon
from a mirror.
But words alone they mean but little,
and are fickle, and verbose;
and the Poem often withers
even faster than the Rose.
haikuwrimo summer 2008haikuwrimo summer 20086 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
sayokaze ya kareha hitokire michiwatari
the gentle night breeze-
a dried leaf
ventures across the road.
iro aseta shashin wo terasu nishibi kana
upon a faded photograph,
the westerly sun.
nodokeshi ya sharin no mae de hato tudou
in front of car wheels.
kasa no iro ooku ni ame wa furituzuku
colorful umbrellas on the walkway,
the incessant rain.
yuuyake no furui rouka ya meshi kaoru
old corridor in evening glow-
rice fragrance wafts.
we chose the tidewe were sick of the landwe chose the tide4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so we shed our limbs
for gills and fins,
we crawled to the sea
that was crawling for us
so we could swim,
swim the ocean wide.
open your mouth kid,
let in the tide.
we were just past the
the sea blurred with
skywritingThey say that in the ancient daysskywriting4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
writing on sky was commonly done
And yet in these old modern times
we no longer write, but simply haze.
pale moonshine lustre lost in dullest grey
how I wish that we descendents
had still some beautiful words to say
to write within
the untouchable sky
EvolutionAn insect creepsEvolution4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the grooves of my palm.
Note the nonchalance
and lack of alarm.
How mechanic in its clockwork form,
it marches only.
The planets creep
on a milky arm.
In our snowglobe
we feel dim alarm.
Yet bloody battle standard torn
on newborn legs
man stumbles on.
The Galaxy twists
as billions of lights.
forming from mists
But in the veins of this
The fermentations of
paradise, and a parasite
that cries with each night,
and jumps in each
temperate fruitful day,
surmising the stars
for any passable way.
Which brings focus utterly
to us, or to we.
How we are all children
when we look on the sea
and faintly remember
what it is to crawl
across salted earth.
In that earlier squall
of our birth to rise
and see with new eyes-
an unfriendly Eden.
Poisonous and ripe.
ThrowAwayAnyPotentialYouHave.From birds eye view I could see you flying so low (Solo)ThrowAwayAnyPotentialYouHave.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the truth is your bodys shaking and...
I'm not listening or caring.
Is it nice to lose all feeling in your face?
(those lips will never let a word slip out after this)
"Your secrets safe Baby"
I'll swipe this smirk with a look of deep desperation.
Your backbone is persistant.
The Witch's WoodThese woods hold darkly,The Witch's Wood5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lost and asleep, the witch's heart.
These brambles walk slowly inertial,
like honey running through her veins.
The wind chilled spare rows run,
anhydrous and crawling with
an arrow filth and rhyme
deceased upon her pedestal, misplaced,
We walk through the quicksilver sands
and enter the desert, her deserted domain,
where the labyrinth runs for miles
beneath our echoes, and slipping to
A serenaded vertigo on through,
her mind, her heart, her mirrored eyes
trapping the soul into their gaze,
and lets us fall through, lets us hang on to
these cracks. drip.
a liquid identity, bramble struck and stolen,
in the light, in the light, or lack thereof,
and we are locked, lost and asleep,
within and as the witch's heart
to a feral prayer.
the truthIt's simple to be confused by every day.the truth9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At the present time,
I am enthralled by everyone -
and no one.
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
but it doesn't compliment
on my shoulder.
I take each of these words
and try to wrap them up
only to come off
I will get taken at face value.
I will get taken advantage of.
I will eventually get taken away.
The only time I can remember
being in the subway
I was on my way
to see a building
full of memories
to the dead.
Somehow, that seems fitting.
suicide by all meansnicotine, tarssuicide by all means3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and poison smokes
commit distant self murder.
we sadly see sorry tales rise
in the smoldering wake.
he's awake, at his own prolonged wake;
so far, it lasts forever.
there's only one probable exit;
not yet - in time,
the when and how
will reveal themselves,
it shall be explained:
no one should grieve.
oh, they may be sad on departure,
yet a tad glad that,
as was late habit,
he did the right thing.
a hint will be spilled in his will,
does not ravage.
its endless life sentence sums worse,
even, than un-conceived cancer,
apt dancing far off in 'the future',
more likely 'the never',
if he has his way.
and, we all know,
he'll have his way,
so he thinks.
robbed by the random,
though paupers for always,
appear truly wealthy,
pride being the magical mask.
some claim all is false.
in this case truth crouches,
smilingLeaves are most beautiful on the treessmiling4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Autumn's fallen brilliance of dead reds
remind the primate eye
that show upon the tree
in its season of living green
In the season of dying
the forecast shadow of lack
our need fools us with colours of joy
It is a time of self-deceit
Smiling I dream of spring
endless endingswellendless endings6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the spark took a twist
scissor-spit from her lips
a subtle shift and infinite
is simply split into bits
you're spinning sick
sinking quick and unmissed
every cheap trick unveiled
now scratched from your list
but that itch
it still persists
perching there on your wrist
sits downsleeve from your heart
or what's left of it
and what's this?
love's laid to rest
without a proper obit
transmit to your wits
that demands you submit
is a doubt
the charred remains
of a fire once lit