My Heart Bleeds for YouMy Heart Bleeds for You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm dying, I'm crying but outside my smiling
you don't even know me, you don't even recognize me
Why does the world have to be so cruel to me?
Living in a world that wasn't made for me
Trying to be the best I can be
Finding what's meant to be.
Can't you see the thousand tears that I cry
the heartache that I sigh.
I'm tired of trying
tired of fighting
Was our love a lie?
Was this a game?
a game that you played
You ripped my heart out
My soul died out
nothing left but to cry now.
Why is this happening?
In the world that I live in
This everlasting scheme
Is only beginning.
A head full of anger
held in my chest.
Why did It have to end?
Now I wonder why?
Was it cause of me?
The answers are found
in darkness where light used to be.
The Baths of ErosLit by the gold of an afternoonThe Baths of Eros4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the skylight,
a slight and barefoot servant girl,
her plaited hair bound up and
secured with a lyre's harp
moves from guest to guest, who wait
and mime in the reception hall
of an Athenian bathhouse.
Bending low, she offers a tray
as each man takes a cup to sip from,
peering over the rim,
musing at the heat underfoot from
the fires beneath the stone works
as a lesser fire stokes those who
watch her with eyes steaming,
melting their cynicism.
The neckline of her tunic folds open,
un-spooling her fragrance,
evoking visions of its offerings.
Drawn to and leaning forward,
feeling like the beguiling child
who sees his reflection in the
sweet water of a deep well
before falling in without a sound.
It is hard to be softMom cutting Dad's hair in the kitchen. Feather voicesIt is hard to be soft8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because they are discussing matters heavier than water,
jarring scrapes when they move the chair.
Tufts of hair fall, touching the
curved blade of ear. It is sharper, as are our brains,
than you think, even as
the night velvets. It pads alongside my cat,
who sits behind the laundry room door and makes old saxophone sounds.
I slip inside to touch
the kitten scruf of his neck.
How difficult it is, to definitively love or hate,
when everything is so soft.
From where I sit there are no windows
and except for drooping eyelids I would not believe
in the moon. Or in the swift autumn nights
that come upon us like riders. And the hard
hands begin groping in my belly,
begging to be noticed. I do.
Immutable Armor of HateImmutable Armor of Hate5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Immutable hate shields the soul from impermanent love;
impermanence rides all affairs, all vows, and all life into the dirt.
The armor is made of hate and lies, yes. And it shields you from the truth.
Your sword, is hate.
Your shield, is hate.
And your helm; it is hate.
SacrificeSacrifice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stepped inside the flame!
Hoping to be forgiven for what I became!
Have I no shame?
Have I no guilt?
There's no such thing as blame
For all of the wrongs I've been dealt
Point the finger
Only at the world
Watch you band together
And witness you antagonize another
Wrapped inside of society's shadows
And little did they know
They were only born to be scapegoats
That's the harsh way to say it
It's only because the truth is filled with hatred
Bystanders just turn a blind eye
As they feed their relief with made up lies
That's all they know how to do
They're too afraid of being dragged down with you
They know what's right
But it's clouded by discriminative eyes
We're only given the gift of a last glance
A half a second of pity slips through our hands
It's all we will get
A taste of
Arachnid Lover - CollabArachnid Lover - Collab11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I should've known it
The minute you arrived
I should've known
What you contrived
I should've seen it
In your eyes
But I was too blind
You lured me in
With your lurid disguise
And trapped me in
Your web of lies
You're simply majestic
My arachnid lover
Dosage of anesthetics
I fought to survive
I strived but you thrived
You took all my pride
And you ate me alive
Give way to screams
Never salvaging my dreams
I was right where you wanted me
Believing every word you'd say
You gave me the world
As fast as you took it away
You used to be the one
That made me feel complete
But the only way you know
How to play is to cheat
You taste bitter now
Though you used to taste sweet
When I look at you now
All I see is deceit
My hunger to hold you
To have you by my side
Our bond coming unglued
And now I have nowhere to hide
The fat whore 1As soon she woke up on saturdayThe fat whore 16 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
she ran to the shower to clean the blood
and as she washed her belly and her foots
She knew it was going to be a normal day too.
Dragon BonesFlip flap paddle whack, candle stacking runestones.Dragon Bones1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trick an imp with a limp and steal away his dragon bones.
Jumble 'Mumble Riddled Poems' in a chest-of-drawers,
Climb a dune, touch the moon, sing a song at half-past-noon.
Flick snap pop the match, fling it at the open hatch.
Hunker down in bunker town until the flashing fire drowns.
Sweet baked apple cake behind the licking heat waves.
Imaginary stationary, invite your friends to tea.
Held my life togetherThere used to be aHeld my life together8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That held my life
It ripped when the
There used to be a
That held my life
It dissolved when my
There used to be a
That held my life
It broke when the
OblivionOblivion4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That kind of beauty
can haunt a life
and ruin a man,
the incandescent taste of skin
so fair it flouts
a summer day
and taunts the bed clothes
as if to say
this is but a borrowed pleasure;
the supple lilt of hips
making wastrels of my senses
and savoring the scent
of flesh entrapping secrets
like a summer solstice;
and that last wave of wonder
puckered in a silken crescent
breaking over me