SunslashedThere was a time when you were made ofSunslashed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
skin over muscle over long, slim limbs.
There was a heartbeat - maybe two -
when slants of sun caught your melting eyes
and I was mesmerized.
There were hours where my skin wanted you,
where my hands clamored for you,
where you lingered -
all dark silk curls
taut ivory skin
and sin -
at the corner of my eye.
And you were mine.
Now we are made of status updates
and long lace ribbons of texts -
twisting figure eights
and poising our words to skim over our flaws.
Now we exist in playback and pause.
Now our words are big and our hopes bigger
and it's all we can do to skate around the snag
in our long lace ribbons -
the fact that my hands clamor at emptiness
and I linger here, breathless,
but the sun has shifted past
and you are no longer mine.
Tin SoldierShe wishes she was a violin so she could sing of tragedy and of sweetness and of wild beauty – so she could sing of giving and of grieving and of loss; of the crumbling of men; of the wandering; of the weeping; of her heart breaking anew at the rawness of this world. Her skin is too soft, her eyes are too wide. She is a fragile and hollow vessel. She thinks her bones are too light for these things she carries. She hates to sound precocious.Tin Soldier2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She wishes she was a violin so the world could draw its fingers over her and she would weep so sweetly that I could not swallow my sadness any longer but would let it burst forth from underneath my skin. A fountain, a pomegranate in a fist. A violin. She wishes the world would listen to it. She wishes the fountain of my song and the weeping notes were enough to empty my heart, because she swears she could fill it again.
We could be violins together, she thinks, and sing of our sadness and of our sweetness and of our grief. We could serenade the love
ImmortalityPoets don't let sonnets shackle their wrists –Immortality2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
glory nights call vanity more sweetly.
Condemnation swinging immortal fists
wines and dines the poet more completely.
Poets suck cigars like fish do water
and bourbon gives them kinder love than time.
Poets offer hearts just ripe for slaughter
to say they've tasted wickedness sublime.
But there's reason poets drink like mourning
the loss of ambrosia, lightning divine,
swigging whiskey until sharp-tongued morning
spits them down the unemployment pipeline.
A poet's charade? Immortality:
harder to believe with sobriety.
Lasting Impressions.It crossed my mindLasting Impressions.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And lingered there
Like footprints in concrete
It invaded my heart
Made it home
Like a bird nesting
It lifted my soul
On waxen wings
I flew too close
Now I ask myself
My eyes closed
Was it worth it?
Whale Songs of the PacificListen, the girls swallowed by whales are the ones that grow up lucky.Whale Songs of the Pacific2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Listen, no one will warn you about the little boys with the magpie eyes and the fists swinging splinters of glass. No one will warn you that their smiles are sweeter than their words are sweeter than their souls are sweeter than their intentions. No one will warn you of the sheer weight of the world.
Listen, sometimes girls are fragile. Sometimes girls are frothy. Sometimes girls let boys nuzzle "I love you"s into their necks and sometimes girls drink the wine of believing them.
Listen, sometimes the boys really are sweet, and little girls' tart puckered mouths can't taste the difference.
Listen, writers are the ones that drip fishhooks down their throats to coax out their hearts. Writers are the ones who fling those heart-hooks into the sea even if they have a message but not a bottle. Listen, sometimes fish swallow them. Some of those fish sink to the bottom of the ocean with the weight of the world in those heart
The girl in the pondIt was a warm summer night when I found her.The girl in the pond2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her dress was white with yellow sunflowers,
and her auburn hair was spread out around her pale face.
It looked like an ever changing halo
moving gently in a soft breeze.
She had lost a shoe
Her deep, blue eyes stared into heaven
and the freckles of her skin drew constellations
against the pale background to mirror the stars above.
Fish gently nibbled at her fingers and nestled in her hair
paying no heed to her ruby lips which her last breath had left open
almost like an invitation.
I looked at her
I loved her...
Thinking it was the least I could do
now that she had been so carelessly abandoned.
It was my duty to remember her.
I took the memory of her and stuffed it away
for safe keeping
The rest was just a shell
now empty and soon decayed.
Then I left
leaving only the pond behind to swallow its secrets.
Daddy's Gonna Make You SorryTears were nearly streaming down the little girl's face.Daddy's Gonna Make You Sorry3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"S-Stop it!" She tried shouting. The boys just laughed. She clenched her fists, determined not to cry in front of them... but it was getting to be too much. "Stop it!" She repeated, tears leaking now.
"Stop it!" A boy mocked. The others laughed.
"Stop it." A new voice said, not merely echoing the others but ringing out with a strong and fierce tone. The boys now looked nervous. The girl looked behind her. There was a man standing there, glaring at the boys with his large arms crossed over his chest.
"Abba!" she squeeked happily. She grabbed his leg tightly, burying her face into his soft jacket. He put a hand securely on the back of her head, comforting his little girl. He said a sharp word of warning to them. Now that she had back-up of her own, she braved a sharp warning of her own:
"Yah, go away- or my daddy's gonna make you sorry!"
FlowersA rose by any other nameFlowers2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
has sharpened thorns all the same.
A lily no matter how pure and white
may still conceal malice, hatred and spite.
The tiny weed so fragile and small
may well be the fairest flower of all.
Foam OverI know her secret:Foam Over2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she has no bile
or sweat or blood.
She's just cloth draped over
soft cloth, it is what
the edges of my hands remember,
recanting dreamily to each other.
I have made her dirty with affection.
We both are waiting for sunshine
to foam over the hills.
If you lay down in the park long enough,
someone will pick you up. Even without hope,
someone will pick you up. Even without hope,
someone will not let you lie there and burn.
Complicated LifeComplicated Life3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Complicated life, complicated ways..
Everyday we fight just for another day..
We live for the future..
We cling to the past..
And we never enjoy the present..
As long as it lasts.
We fall for those who'd never be ours..
And we spend sad and lonely hours.
We forget who love us,
We forget who really cares,
And run behind illusions
And all we find is tears.
We take a moment to judge others
But never admit that we're wrong
And we hurt others just to show
That we're the ones who are strong.
Complicated life, complicated ways,
But it's us who make it more complicated
With every passing day.
It is...It is essential to our progress as individuals to seek inspiration with, and in, others in every way.It is...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Winter Bride Hush, my loveMy Winter Bride2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not a word
Not a sound
Let me kiss your breath away
as I lay you to sleep in the frost covered ground.
I shall dress you in a wedding gown
of lilies so pure and white
Pleading my vows of love eternal
to you, my Winter bride.
Our wedding bed is covered
in a blanket of virgin snow
Stained only by the secrets
I have forced upon it now.
Sleep gently, my love
Not a whisper
Not a breath
Let me lie by your side
while I love you to death.
The day tomorrow died.That fateful day in June did not seem out of the ordinary at all.The day tomorrow died.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I woke up to the smell of freshly made coffee, and tip-toed downstairs to surprise my wife in the kitchen, making breakfast. I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face in her still damp hair, breathing in her fragrance mixing with that of the coffee.
“Good morning, sleepyhead. Your breakfast is almost ready!”
She smiled at me and turned her head to kiss me before ushering me to the kitchen table. I gratefully grabbed the mug she gave me, and greedily inhaled the smell wafting from it.
Nothing beats the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the morning!
Apart, maybe, from the scent of my wonderful wife, and the little bundle of joy which is my daughter.
I could feel her tugging at my arm, and put my mug down to lift her up. Poor dear still looked so sleepy and leaned against my chest, drowsing.
“Good morning little bunny, still tired, hm?”
She nodded and yawned, rubbing her chubby little han
Hopeful, Paralyzing FearI'm scaredHopeful, Paralyzing Fear3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of what will be,
Who I'll be.
Of what could be
Who I'd be.
When time stops,
When laughter quiets,
When tears flow,
And regrets flourish.
I might run
At least if I didn't have hope,
The slightest hope that maybe,
I might cry for joy
When things might just go
The way I hope they will,
Even though I know
They just might not,
And even though I know
That just might kill me.
Secret Garden lullaby.There are times when I wish to run away.Secret Garden lullaby.2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
To escape the sorrows of every day.
There is a place I like to go.
A secret garden only I know.
There is a scent of flowers in the air.
Pretty songbirds and fireflies everywhere.
This garden belongs to you and me.
There's nowhere else I'd rather be.
Come and rest your weary head on my arm.
I'll protect you from sorrow and harm.
The stars are shining from high above.
As silent witnesses to our love.
And should anyone ever try to tear us apart.
Close your eyes and open your heart.
I will be waiting for you here.
Though apart I will always be near.
AlzheimersMy grandma is gone.Alzheimers6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
What makes it harder is that she's still here.
One day she asks for me,
and the next she doesn't know who I am.
The PoetFor the work of a Poet to be truly appreciatedThe Poet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he must write it with his own blood and tears for ink
his soul the sharpened quill to nail the words
like so many specimen of unwilling insects upon the paper.
And once he has bled out
becoming the cause of his own demise
the reader is left behind to digest his soul
so plainly trapped within a cage of words
his requiem written as a love song to his Muse.
Mad Molly MaloneMad Molly Malone crept into the Blacksmith's houseMad Molly Malone2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
She chopped him up and left again as quiet as a mouse
Molly wasn't done and took the Butcher's son next
She cut him in two to make a stew while reciting the holy text
The Tailor became her third, ending up as a mess
She took his hide and wore it with pride, and made herself a dress
The Preacher and his son, tried to beg and run
But Molly laughed when they started to pray and killed them anyway
The Innkeeper begged for his life as she butchered him with a knife
And the poor village Doctor lost his head while sleeping in his bed
Her husband was last to die, she stabbed him in the eye
and burned the house with a raving mad grin while playing her violin.
Mad Molly Malone murdered many men
Mad Molly disappeared and was never heard from again
Mad Molly Malone made many maidens mourn
Mad Molly Malone should never have been born
I Woke Up Like HeliumI woke up like helium,I Woke Up Like Helium2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all teeth and nails
and sunshine. Breath
that could move the waves, eyes
all over the crowd
looking for one to
Searching for that person who
is an island-
skin like sand
fists like rocks
palms like palms,
Maybe they will get good, maybe
they will get
You need a place to stand
that will move the earth.
You need to
lay down like an animal,
the other pretty things on the shores,
wait until you are pretty too.
Child beneath the flowersLittle child beneath the flowersChild beneath the flowers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
urge the seeds to grow and take root within you
Grow within the flowers child
and let me keep you with me always.
Each flower is a part of you
I smell your scent on every velvet petal
and when I touch your leaves and close my eyes
I feel your skin beneath my fingertips.
Little child beneath the flowers
wait for me there
Together we shall watch the roses grow.
Inside my HeartEven though we are miles apartInside my Heart1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are never that far from my Heart
If I should wait awhile
I will be here waiting for you
Even though we can't see each other
you can't feel me, and I can't feel you
I know that this is real
the moment my heart beats for you
You are the love of my Life
even though we are far away
I love you dearly
with all my heart
Step into my heart
and be in a safe spot
cause the moment you are here
I can feel you a thousand ways
I know you aren't beside me
throughout the day
But I always think of you
and you take my breath away
So stay close to my heart
it is where you belong
cause even though we are miles away
You are always close deep inside my Heart