ghosts in a slideshowghosts in a slideshow5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
the skysick sun, fading woozy, throwing up.
dripping on the backs of conveying camels.
bodies of water, yes, every touch moves through.
grassland often. skinny belly atop the garden hill's slope.
train-track thap-thapping. smile, God's tap dancing on a saturday sundown.
you're watching the show frontrow. i'm watching you.
i say, "those mistakes on your arm look nice in this light." but i don't. not aloud.
instead i say, "do they hurt when it's cold?"
and you say, "it's not cold right now."
so i say, "i didn't notice." but we don't. not aloud. not allowed.
so i say, "you look hurt." no. i say,
"you look pretty."
yeah. i said that.
then you looked at me. then you cried. because i'm a liar. only to you.
i mean, to you only, i am a liar.
i mean you see me as a liar.
but you know what? everything's alright in my mind.
and that's good for me for now.
"hey, V?" that's what you said.
"yeah?" i said.
"where are we?"
"we're here, dear. we're right here."
tell me i'm lying. tell me there's a me a
WithinAnother selfWithin5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my head
A gift from Heaven
A curse from Hell
Destroying my being
From the inside
And leaving nothing behind
RainIt's been raining for daysRain1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
or maybe it's been months
or even a year, maybe.
Sometimes I really can't tell
if the rain's on the roof
or on my mind.
Let me dieGo awayLet me die4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leave me alone
And let me die
Of this world
I don't want to live
Because there's no light
At the end of this tunnel
So I'll just end my life
Don't try to stop me
And we'll meet again
On the other side
Outside this dark tunnel
earthly mattersexistence is a shoreearthly matters3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we arrive to/depart from
everything interweaves here
waves rumble and break
grinding, eroding, wearing
bring life, growth, death
synergy and symbiosis
drifting up and sifting down
this planet, and we, so evolve
llp - jan2012 - dA
radiant childwho painted yourradiant child4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shades which haunt
while they still live
who set your place
with empty plate
at the Odeon
perched on Mulholland
to prophesy to
cry your death
over fading California
to inject those tropic
and (never) wake
as the meridian
the lost can sing
the history we bleed
on city streets
the same old
same - oh
and plaster your name
while angels weep
and color shrieks
why oh Wyominga bright whitewhy oh Wyoming6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the snowblind
of god's former
and he whispered
of slow death
of the fading
of a self
in the murmurs
at the dawn
at the taste
the hollow shape
the bullet makes
a kind concession
this shedding skin
every holy wound
scrapes to make
in all this
we have made
La Pioggia d'Oggi: A SonnetLa Pioggia D'Oggi e' la Neve di DomaniLa Pioggia d'Oggi: A Sonnet4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The earthy smell of autumn rain
that worms its way within my nose
has come to witness summer's wane
and bring its sorrows to a close.
A Dryad must have sent it here.
She must have heard my tortured pleas
as I lay weeping, on my knees,
and begged the skies to free their tears
and adumbrate my solitude.
Hush. I shall arise, abandon all,
and like Thoreau I'll glean the woods
for scattered remnants of my soul,
until the day l learn and know
how today's rain's tomorrow's snow.
PiecesAnd while we have all been broken,Pieces3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only some of us have glued the pieces back together.
…But some pieces refuse to fit.
we might evolvewhen self delusions obscure the world,we might evolve4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we lack free will for matters at hand.
queries can part those gossamer veils,
curtail the bias of pseudo perception.
don't simply say, "i believe this!";
ask oneself, "why do I?".
begin the cure with curiousity,
learn the freedom of free will.
without questions, there won't be truth;
without truth, we don't own ourselves;
'blind reactions to life' - surreal,
acquiring answers, allows the real.
to introspect is the magic grail;
llp - jan2011 - dA
the firing of CEOsit is said that self deceptionthe firing of CEOs4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
means much stressful mental rust.
large leaders self deceive the most -
subconscious chars their inner toast.
someday they must
consider the heat
from calories burned -
first to ashes,
then to dust.
so, as their minds incinerate,
their children's children know them not,
except as driven men of fate -
distracted lives; their lies are hot.
there is no bird of Phoenix arising
from their ashes - not surprising.
llp - sep2010 - dA
ibuprofenibuprofen4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cold, big, vast maybe
toilet bowl feels exactly like the ceramic tiles.
exactly. the rug feels warmer now that
mum missed some dust though.
it's not dust
wipe, back to front because
i can't stare at the spider
stare at the spider.
sidle around the spider.
i should kill the spider.
need toilet paper. too thin.
throw that in the toilet.
need paper towel.
bundle it like a glove. seven sheets.
it drops down to eye level.
it's a jumping spider.
killed one yesterday.
hand is shaking. can't grab it.
why. why the fuck
it's smaller than my fingernail.
smaller than a tooth.
imagine it on my nail,
on my tooth, and now i have
i am shaking, shaking too hard.
what if i used both hands?
but then i touch it with both hands
i want my mom.
kill the goddamn spider.
he's not ev
P.S.I'm not writing this naked,P.S.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But my heart is.
And it writes with all the partially healed wounds of yesterday,
Beating perilously strong with this love of you.
GameGoing on and onGame5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
All day long
My life is a game
Ending with a sad failure
a qualification upon durationdeatha qualification upon duration4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
always a wraith
sometime to loom - then bloom
not a black rose
merely what opens
someday shall close
there is a pact
writ upon birth
signed by first breath
to greet with grace
accept with respect
'you are' is not just
'you're not' is a must -
resiliency given thee
some 'times' might seem heavenly
so long it may last - but
let endings be fast...
llp - oct2010 - dA
now i see the stars.there was a time when inow i see the stars.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon, but
Under that homeThere, I could write at phantoms.Under that home4 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.
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
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
meaning, hmmmm...perhaps we each are requiredmeaning, hmmmm...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to acquire meaning in our lives,
sans interfering with the meaning
however long it takes,
if we give up, or die
before attaining meaning -
...sounds fair to me.
are you meaning
to give meaning
to your life?
llp - sep2010 - dA
what we search for, and findthere is one facet of the mind,what we search for, and find4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gened and memed, [some say designed],
there, in all essential norms,
to seek beauty in all forms.
mundane, or the most unique,
there are no rules
for what may speak
to this internal need of ours.
all natural or man-made,
unrestrained or strictly framed,
dissimmetry or symmetry,
may devastate or mystify.
colours of great vibrancy,
or subtlety of gentle hues,
blends of yellows, reds, blues
captivate us, capture eyes.
the thing which most inspires,
is US 'in all our glory',
fascination of our bodies,
faces, actions - tells our story.
underlying bone and sinew,
muscle, skin, eyes and hair,
somehow so compelling,
secrets of the cosmos to compare.
they who would depict these things,
we should treat like queens and kings.
we eat to keep our bellies full;
they provide nutrition for the soul.
llp - jul2010 - dA
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.
misguided heartsyou could saymisguided hearts5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they fell heart over head's for eachother.
another night under the blackened sky surrounded them
it felt as if it was the last time and the first time all rolled into one
with bruises from bed posts and door knobs
with scratches from fingernails and lips that dragged across skin
with pulses beating rapidly and shallow breaths exhaled
the same thought ran through their heads, "what's better than love?"
the answer is always nothing
could wake them up to the dawn of reality