Where are You Now Dearest Friend?Whilst reading old letters like cold headstones,Where are You Now Dearest Friend?4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Over come with nostalgia of days I had laid to rest,
Found in dark places where no light has shone,
I shrink in fear of memories despite all of my best
Attempts to forget as to find relief
From the things welling up from underneath,
Thoughts of long fights we had over the phone
Our words like darts viciously thrown
Oh what happened to those days
when we each confessed our own
worried not with saving face
And all was truth to be known?
Where are you now Dearest Friend. how distant we've grown
How far from you I feel, here, writing alone
When I'm scared I shootWhen I'm scared I shoot5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He is a jumble of emotions
struggling to form an opinion,
but they don't have enough ammo.
But it's safer that way cause
when I'm scared I shoot.
He never misses a target
with his shotgun,
but he hasn't seen the speed
at which I can take down a mans heart.
We lay together in the window light
but he doesn't weave me romantic lyrics,
and he never gives me foolish promises.
Instead he watches me trace
the lines of his tattoo.
He's not magic, just painfully realistic,
when I'm used to silly boys
who treat relationships
like short romance novels,
then start on a new one
when it's over.
But in his eyes I see
that he has no intention of
putting this book down.
It scares me wildly
and I take aim.
PlaygroundPlayground3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
Heartlandtonight I will fallHeartland5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
asleep in the vineyard while
my hair is still damp
from kissing you in
The Rhine: 'I want to
swim down the center of it
and not know if the
water I'm drinking is französisch
I don't write about
you to stop from glorifying you.
the way you laugh
when my hands start shaking.
I tell you how fond I am of empires.
I want you to baptize
me king in the red and white
wines of the coronation fountain.
we don't have a language.
we are a language.
'knight' is a synonym
for 'always drowning'
and when I come to
bed I breathe in wheat
instead of grapes from you.
tonight I will fall
asleep in the vineyard while
my hair is still damp
from kissing you in
to the gentle thrum of
the sparrows under my
Rotten BetrayalWe were never just normal.Rotten Betrayal4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We were always beautiful,
Tantalizing and shining.
They wanted to be us,
Wanted to have us.
We knew that and used it,
Played with them like puppets.
But in the end,
We had to fall,
And then the appeal faded.
They turned their backs on us,
And we were left to rot in the fetid air.
A Moment Caught in GoldLiquid sky stretchedA Moment Caught in Gold5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beyond the world's edge,
grains of gold beneath
bare toes leaving
like the memory
of the sun before
it sinks below,
The MoonriseThe Moonrise4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm proud to be an outcast
But I'm proud to lead the fight
For though the dark is rising
We will always see the light.
I'm proud to lose my body
But I'm proud to lift my eyes
For though the pain is sharper
We will always break the ties.
I'm proud to sweat and suffer
But I'm proud to stand up tall
For though the others stumble
We will always break their fall.
I'm proud to watch the moonrise
But I'm proud to end the day
For though the season's over
We will always find a way.
Fahrenheit 451Men on fireFahrenheit 4514 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with dragon tongue
shooting hot and thick
And They turn to blue and black
Which shudder and flutter
And die with ease
Ant a temperature of 451 degrees
They toil not
Nor do they spin
These ignorant armies
Of flaming men
They clash by night
And in the glowing light
Of one million years
Of one million words
One million tears
That float off like birds.
What smells like cinnamon turns to smoke
And guttural children suppress a choke
Their minds are empty, but their mouths are full
But no one listens to empty eyed fools.
But one man alone asked why
and soon this mystery unfurled
Why the pen and paper turned to shy
He grasped the naked shingles of the world.
He picked up and read aloud
One immortal poem from the wisest bard
To a dead and heinous crowd
And consequence came down hard.
It all began with the girl who tasted rain
And ended with the city ablaze
Loss of home wife and friend brought pain
As his thoughts cleared the haze.
He became the b
FURNACEgentle little song,FURNACE4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
flickering little flame,
I need you more, than you,
might ever need me,
burn me up, burn me down.
kill me quickly, lovingly, quietly,
smother me with your silence,
and I will yearn, like a lost moth,
into a fatal flame,
flicker, foster, fumbling ashes,
frozen, forgetful, fuck it,
is my patience wasted?
tell me, my faith is waning,
forever in my hands, is such a handful,
and if this is a test, I've got to hand it to you,
I do not possess fortitude,
I am weak,
do I ask too much of thee?
follow, fake, fallacy,
do you deceive, with your warmth?
a blanket, to choke,
IndistinctYou have not a voice, so that you can whisper.Indistinct3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then how will you your secret tell?
When you say nothing.
Because you cannot.
You have not color, for the daylight to see.
So how may I know of your secret, do tell me?
When there is now nothing to look upon.
Because the light won't let me.
You have not kindness in your inherited temper.
So how can you give away so much?
When all you have is love.
You are of so many riddles.
Who, you cannot manifest,
Though I know, you biggest riddle is empathy.
The ultimate origin of the universethe snap, the twist,The ultimate origin of the universe4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the bite and a catch,
falling through my dreams I land
and splinter plywood,
my blood runs and picks up little splinters,
my eyes become more and more white...
as my sockets grow darker,
it must be all the smoking I've been doing,
when trying, to balance, on a beam,
the choir hits a minor chord,
and I am again, unsure.
there used to be a fine line, between the unreal and real,
everything is clouded in a foggy verisimilitude,
a faint nostalgia, but still I doubt,
I find my consciousness falling outside my brain for a second,
and for the blink of an eye, I realize I'm objective,
and all of this is meaningless,
but I forgot what I forgot, forgoing the normal route home,
my brain makes extra time taking in the details of the until-then-unobserved,
stored for later use, the miracle of human matrixing
principle among them,
you sweet girl, I almost hate you for it,
I can't go on, knowing you're the one dream
I've managed to smuggle into the
As Ias i dream,As I4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i think clearly,
as i wake,
my soul aches,
as i run,
i think wearily,
as i rest,
it's a test.
#strangersyou are pixels on a screen,#strangers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
meek online, but in real life, your voice screams
"likes posers, pointless arbitrary bullshit, and nice long walks on the beach"
instant transmission, over-evaluated sense of worth,
get a real job, quit the complaints,
shut up, and maybe you might have something, more interesting to say,
no one really knows anyone, we're all strangers trying to cope,
this strange world we live in, where the more acquaintances means
the more acquainted, where over spoken is winning over being well spoken,
I could shove a first grade spelling and grammar book down your throat,
love to see you choke on it, coughing on the hash-tags and hyperlinks,
chain-posts, chain-smoking your brain away,
repost this or maybe you just might die, today,
I erase you, block you, but you multiply,
I'm already the crotchety old man, who thinks the best generation, has already gone by,
uninspired, and uninspiring, repost, repost, create something of your own,
you've the faculty, perhaps the mental
'Eros''Eros'5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We deconstructed our bodies and then put ourselves together in different shape.
You were a soft velvet deer and I came out a white wolf.
We dressed in each other's skin and the clothes felt warm but somehow strange...
I remember the next morning... the taste of your breasts remained sweet in my hands.
Your contracting thigh muscle is still the best part of my lips. I can feel its taste every time my tongue wanders outside in search of you.
I kept a few strands from your hair, close to my left ear. They whisper of late summer winds and of love that will never be.
In the distance the cranes have already started to migrate. The cherry trees have blossomed but there is no one here to rejoice in their red perfume.
It's winter again.
This Tree Is LonelyThis paper's so far goneThis Tree Is Lonely4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
That I can't read its words
And this tree is not enough
For the nesting birds.
'Cause it doesn't meet the expectations
And it can't afford to take any vacations
All it does is s t a n d and w a t c h you walk
Its reaching branches unable to talk.
But if I read its words
I'd bet it'd say-
Did you forget me again today?
And all I want to say
Maybe I'm only part of the forest fray
But I am d i f f e r e n t
'Cause I'm the only one praying on my knees
What did you do to me?
You see, this tree
You don't know what it means to me
And neither does he
This sylvan place makes it so hard to see
But, glancing through the green,
I can see what this tree means
And, like this tree,
I felt lonely
Natura InvictaForest aubergine Natura Invicta4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am nothing like you.
Sick, spittle images
I ruin this splendor.
Oh! There she stumps.
It is a turmoil.
Bow-legged and Mardi Gras,
Halfway through comical proportions:
Reenact the same production,
While I the plugged-up gullet
Am making amends.
I.should you wish for me to dieI.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will bury myself in Craft, with
libraries immortal and pages that birth dust
like roses erupting in their awakening
like nebulas emerging from slumber
I will consume phoenix ash and nightshade
the bodies of gods and priests will crumble
beneath my pagan hands, blasphemer's teeth
white as chalk, from which I draw my
stars with points like baphomet's smile
in the depths of winter should you wish me dead
like the foam on Venus's form, snow
that has gathered on the arches of your feet
will melt as I warm myself with the vehemence
of my loathing and loving
should you wish for me to die
I will be rendered immortal from spite
in my own immovable pride
should love choose to escape me
it will be that the chance was lost to have it
All In TimeAn eye for confusion,All In Time4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost in the grass,
One thing over,
Another has begun,
Walking on roses,
Frightened of reveal,
Sight of an angel,
Mind of a devil,
Ways to replenish,
All who's forgotten,
Today I am dead,
Tomorrow I live,
Earth is my peace,
It's creation my war,
The past is hideous,
The future is beautiful.