GrassYou wake up and it's spring again. The kids have all grown up and moved out. Your neighbor needs to mow her lawn but she is too seasoned for long exposure to the southern sun. It dawns on you one night when you're grilling steaks for your family. Your daughter calls you over to the table. She's on her third glass of wine. She met a man in graduate school. He doesn't drink. They clear their throats in unison and announce that they are engaged and plan to be married next January. You're happy for them but that is getting further and further from your mind. Your eyes shift over to the tall weeds growing only feet away from your wife's roses. You think about the fact that your neighbor never mentioned grandchildren. She never mentioned anyone. You think about the boy down the street who died in that car accident this winter. He always took care of her yard for a priGrass3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Freedom and the Summer of CarbonThere's a band aid on her ankleFreedom and the Summer of Carbon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bleeding up her thigh and onto her neck.
A right handed whiskey bottle slung
over her razor wire shoulder .
Today, the train track was a catwalk .
Nothing about her hair or her lip ring
cried out "Help me". No, she was the
collective pulse and the sun couldn't set
until she took off those shades.
I couldn't leave until I found her eyes.
She shouted over the whistle of an approaching train.
"Sometimes you can find lumps of coal tucked between the rails.
They turn into diamonds. Didn't you know?"
"I think that process takes a really long time."
"Time is all I have and coal."
We stood off to the edge as the beast rolled by.
I think we both thought about what would happen
if we stepped in front of the next one.
Both in different ways.
"You should leave. I feel silly being watched."
"Diamonds right? Aren't they all about pressure?
"And heat." She smiled and removed her sunglasses.
His Never-Wed BrideBriskly comes the bloody winter winds ventHis Never-Wed Bride7 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
The Snowball EffectMonsters are real and they like to tell stories about us.The Snowball Effect3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We're scary because we can walk around in the day light.
We only check our closets to make sure no one found the skeletons.
What you became is something that I find difficult to explain.
I promise that I try, but sometimes my mind won't let me.
I'm still fighting the instinct to protect you, long after you're gone.
If I wasn't cursed with hindsight you would remain a child in my eyes.
Do you truly deserve that kind of liberation?
Nobody wants to play an equal role in helping me destroy these memories.
Yesterday, I heard the echo of our laughter in the cries of a lost child.
I held her hand and waited for the mother to come rescue her.
She hugged me and thanked me for keeping the girl safe.
I never feel good about myself anymore.
It hasn't felt right to touch anyone accept the ghosts I see in my dreams.
This isn't about love or leprosy and I'm not a rat floating down the river on a wheel of cheese.
Do you see what I mean?
Bricks and MortarI’m fully aware that I’m alive.Bricks and Mortar1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this life, I find it hard to believe
that I could allow so many nights to
pass unnoticed and unaccompanied.
And in this world where seven billion
souls crawl over one another,
being alone is something of a miracle.
JarsMy childhood home, a gray, old farm house, sat nestled near the small town of McKean Pennsylvania. My father moved us there from Pittsburgh in 1954 when I was no taller than a limp potato sack. I was their only child at the time. He said the city was no place to raise a family. We needed room to run and explore and my mother needed a quiet place to work on her writing. However, in three years of living there she gave birth to four of my brothers. So much for peace and quiet. There must have been something in the water.Jars3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Folks in town liked to whisper about that house like it was some kind of architectural Jezebel. By the time I could spell my own name I had heard dozens of rumors and stories surrounding our home. There were certainly enough to keep my young mind racing through many sleepless nights. Some of the more elaborate stories suggest a mass murder of the previous occupants by their deranged
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
Fortunato's PrayerFortunato's Prayer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lure me in with silk and gold,
beaded velvet, satin threads
drawn across lips still red with wine.
Draw me down beneath the world
into some secret, wanton lair
while Carnival still beats within our veins.
Wall me up behind the dark
and leave me with my silver chains
to think on wiles byzantine,
Montresor's bleak design.
Downhill. Lose your Drive.MONDAYMONDAY.Downhill. Lose your Drive.9 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
The Art Of Self Inflicted PainThe Art Of Self Inflicted Pain11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's metal against skin,
In skin, in blood, in flesh.
It's pain against pleasure,
It's pain, its satisfaction, its bliss.
It's apathy against emotion,
It's love, its pain, it's numbness inside nothing.
Razor against skin,
In soul, in me.
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
RyeAndAirI was thinking you make me feel things that I couldn't buy with a million bucks.RyeAndAir9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You crash my train of thought with
"Let's never talk about this or bring it up again."
"Okay. I agree."
I cant figure out what lies even mean anymore.
All I know is my eyes sting and my throat isn't working very well.
I manage a small wave and walk away as fast as I can without actually
b r e a k i n g i n t o a r u n .
Tonight I'll take pills and fall asleep with the t.v. on.
You called after me "Darling, we'll be seeing eachother soon."
I love you. And I'll never look you in the eyes again.
I woke up on the upstairs floor.
And took the elevator to the clouds.
Your sky blue eyes dont seem so deep up here.
as they did when we were at the bottom of
the ocean and every breath
I dragged in made
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.
Slow Down My Precious CargoToday I caught myself being daringSlow Down My Precious Cargo9 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.
Nervous Meets FashionableWind blows hair across my eyes.Nervous Meets Fashionable9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trust me. I'm trying to smile, and I'm trying my absolute best.
Gazes are still locked.
[it doesn't matter, we've lost the key anyway]
dolly dolly dolly,
the best isn't ever good enough.
The cliche love of walking on the beach has turned into a real mind hater.
I swear, I could look out over the water and see my heart sinking.
[The moon might illuminate the drowning scene.
Champagne in Place of Suicide. Throw me s w e e t b r i a r lovelies,Champagne in Place of Suicide.6 years ago in Other More Like This
and gently lay me down to bed.
Rest your head u p o n my hand,
sip softly at my loving breath.
I'll give you ardour mirrors,
and my own c o m a t o s e love.
We're lost in the fever,
drowning in the smoke.
Taking a will-o'-the-wisp kiss,
and p l a y i n g the cord softly,
DoubtI know that sinking feeling,Doubt3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
as I've been here all before.
I've sat in every empty room,
I've walked this cold, hard floor.
What is it I've forgotten?
I had it moments ago, but where?
I see something in a cracked mirror,
I turn, but nothing's there.
I am drowning in the grey fog,
I find this quite distressing.
I cannot see through confusion's shroud,
that is made from second guessing.
Down this spiral staircase I fall,
there is a black hole at the end.
I'm trapped inside it, my mind in ruins,
I cannot see what I could mend.
At first I was so self assured,
then something snapped and the light went out.
I cannot see anything any more,
my ship is sinking in a sea of doubt.
haikuwrimo summer 2008haikuwrimo summer 20087 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.
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
Hey Sunshine, you kill meLook across the room.Hey Sunshine, you kill me10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm smiling,you're laughing.
But we're dying to know what we're about.
We're biting lips for different reasons
nervous as hell, pain, turn ons...
You're dropping kisses on my lips and saying "I'll see you everyday,right?"
I fall a step back and say "No... we can't."
If I'm ruining this for you, what do you think its doing for me?
We can't work it out
Lovers and LiarsI don't stand a chance.Lovers and Liars9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's what I thought while I was
climbing the stairs to the seduction scene.
Same time you're thinking
"I can't seriously distress her."
Pushing the door, I'm all mechanical flutters for your masochistic stutters.
You turn slowly, smiling.
You're smiling.. but there are tears in your eyes.
How was I to know that you could still get to me?
You stitch my lips shut so my jaw won't drop.
No "are you ready's".
It's just unstitch and no promises.
Dropping breaths and picking up you
"Hey Black Lungs"
take your last drag on your cigarette.
"We're playing with fire sweetheart"
"Save regrets for later"
My blood heats but my veins are filled to capacity with misery.
Because I know there's nothing to it.
I'm so busy playing despondent that I cant figure o
L1f3 0f A Wannab3 G0thL1f3 0f A Wannab3 G0th12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life of a "Goth"…?
You see me in the corner, huddled in a ball,
Me and all my friends loiter at the mall.
I pretend to like knives and drag them on my skin,
Just enough to make a drop of blood come from within.
Only a light scar, but dark enough to see,
To show off just how suicidal I can be.
I draw stars inside circles on my hand,
I don't know what it means, but it's the symbol of my band.
In my metal group, I play my bass,
And I use black eyeliner to draw three sixes on my face.
I can't gauge my ear, so my earring isn't real,
I'm so depressed; no one knows how I feel.
I write pathetic poems about how I hate my family,
I can't do what I want and they'll never understand me.
I buy my clothes from Hot Topic because it's cool,
Even though I have friends, I choose to sit by myself in school.
The other black-haired kids call me a poser and a mistake,
But they're not like me because I'm Goth, and they're the ones who are Fake.
House of Good SenseI want crawl insideHouse of Good Sense5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a cleft in your
& live among people
who don't know
under typewritten words
the print mistakes
the white page,
my passion diffused.
In a world of
like the static on
the Hollywood sign,
I could be small
I wouldn't shake
from the lapse
I could be
the future inside
like film screens.