DrownedHer fan conceals herDrowned2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
As tears fall like dead blossoms
Eyes already drowned.
Existential CrisesThere was an odd feeling that washed over her on Saturday mornings. She sat dazed between unfinished paintings, white canvases with specks of reality, and piles of unorganized papers; they seemed to magically grow and multiply as if by an imaginary stroke of the hand. Some were bills she always forgot to pay, or letters from Dylan that always ended up, with the envelope still tightly shut, in the trash. You can read a person's personality, right to its gritty core, simply by examning their trash. She had Ding-Dong wrappers, ice-cream containers, sketches of people and people that were no-longer, and a rotting carton of orange juice with a long-past expiry date, sitting solemnly with only each other for company. The letters that occasionally found their way to the heap of undesired items would recite their lyrics in a monotonous tone, while the decaying remains of food would "ooh" and "ahh", absorbing each syllable, decomposing the crumpled paper.Existential Crises8 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She moved out of her childhood home two
blue sky Pilotsof blue sky Pilotsblue sky Pilots9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
draw their breath white
lines Crossing the calm
we measure distances In lungs
shaped like a plane spread
against same ozone
these years To last for miles
quacking jokesthree ducks explodequacking jokes6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Scorpiussometimes,Scorpius2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wake up with bits of Orion
still stuck between my teeth.
& i grin, remembering
the face of every lover
i’ve managed unscathed,
to crawl out from underneath.
‘ad astra’ inked into ankle bones
like little wings, Pluto’s underworld
ripe, coursing through my veins:
i stake claim to clavicles.
between the constellations
of tongues & weak limbs,
i get off
on all the ways mere mortals
beg me to sacrifice them
to the heavens.
Sleep Child.Sleep childSleep Child.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pretend the carousel of life doesn't make you queasy
Dance in the spider webs they ensnare you within
To eventually drain you.
Entangle the strings attached to your body and soul
Let them try to solve the knots and tangles
Slip away when cut.
Let your silent cries call out to Heaven above
Deafen the devils and the tormentors of Hell
Even though you're mute.
Make them pay and make them all bleed out
Shroud them in spider webs and their dangling threads
Then go to sleep.
TearsShe was the girl with eyes of burnt amber. But her eyes weren't always that way. It came from hiding a truth so harsh that her beautiful eyes had turned dark. She swore she could never fall in love.Tears4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was the boy with a face shaped like a broken heart. But his face wasn't always that way either. It came from caring so much about someone that his heart was scratched in cruel, manicured fingers, mangled beyond belief. He swore he would never love again.
They met in a spinal corridor. Then in a courtyard. Then in a room which had a broken window. And finally in a doorway that was too small. And she was crying.
Diamond tears from burnt amber eyes. Diamond tears that fell, uncared for, onto the ground.
He finally had to reach out and stop one diamond from hitting the floor. She looked up at him, surprised, almost angry. But before she could speak, his voice, wine rich, half broken like a damaged violin spoke. "Don't waste your tears where no one can see them."
"They mean nothing."
Therapists, I don't like their taste.i.Therapists, I don't like their taste.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in 7th grade
i didn’t know depression
until she told me her name,
carving forever scratches
along my limbs like
little love notes on the bark
of a tree.
she stole my rings
and left me hollow.
i had only ever met anxiety
in passing, until one day
he handed me power and told me
to hurt someone else with it.
with an uncontrollable
quivering in my fingers,
he whispered, “ to survive,
you must learn quickly.”
as i shoved the bevel of a needle
into a strangers arm.
so, if a therapist
could talk away my scars
like iodine disinfects,
guide the ships
through the storm of my mind
like a lighthouse-
instead of pills,
if a therapist could
give me the strength
i might just
take my chances.
listenif i don't make itlisten5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to heaven, promise you will
visit me in hell
GalateaSometimes, she is my mistressGalatea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sneaking in through my window and seducing me out of sleep
She keeps me up past sunrise, whispering sweet promises in my ear
Silencing me with her smoldering passion, stripping me until inspiration strikes
She makes me sing, until the sheets are slathered in a thick skin of poetry
Sending shivers up my spine and igniting my senses with her ghostly fingers
She is a lover and a shadow, nowhere to be seen when I wake
Sometimes, she is my psychosis
Suffocating and strong, I can do nothing but submit to her grasp
She seethes, like a snake constricting around me until my sight blurs to smoke
Slowly, she consumes me with sick reverence and searing obsession
She stifles me because she refuses to be restrained, yet I long for her kiss
Severing haggard breaths from my lips, leaving me stunned and aching
She is a succubus and a nightmare, haunting me
Sometimes, she is my saint
Stifling sobs against my shoulder, shaking me until my tears start to fall
She has so much
You asked for dark poetry.i will neverYou asked for dark poetry.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to my enemies.
i will devour them all.
with a fork.
Swan LakeSwan Lake4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
shimmers and sparkles
all the stars come out to play
wishes without end
In Three ActsmanIn Three Acts6 years ago in Typographical More Like This
Graviton BombI shall start at the beginning. Now, while this is usually the logical place to start anything, it will become apparent that, in this situation, that is not nearly as simple as it may initially appear to be.Graviton Bomb8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
A beginning signifies a single point in time; a position in one of the four dimensions we inhabit. Of these four dimensions, we transverse three of them on a daily basis with little or no concern. In contrast, we have no direct control over the fourth dimension whatsoever. Irrefutably, and indefinitely, time flows from the past to the future just as the grains of sand fall through the globes of an hourglass.
This single fact could be the cause of the situation in which we now find ourselves. Mankind has never been satisfied with what we are naturally capable of. Simultaneously, this lust for improvement above and beyond the boundaries nature has imposed upon us is equally our greatest strength and our greatest weakness. While our ability to engineer and adapt has allowed us to reac
Weight of GeniusWeight of Genius3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
WARNING: May collapse
under weight of own genius
at any moment
Jesus' PoemI am...Jesus' Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I came down
To die on a cross,
And to make
Can get drunk on.
The Goddess of the MountainThey found the fountain of eternity inside a mountain near the seaThe Goddess of the Mountain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They were trapped inside
These noble men
Up and up they rose through the mountain for a month or so
Nothing was what it seemed
Somehow living off nothing to eat and nothing to see
They reached the snow topped summit
The top of the world
Their fountain a glorious oasis in the barrens of snow and rock
And there they met their Goddess
Cruel and regal
Just and elegant
Unafraid to show her nudity and adorned in white furs
She told them what they had discovered and what it meant
She rose into the air and into a sudden flash
All at once their bodies fell limp upon the snow in a panoramic view
She took up their bodies
They glowed and held together until they formed the beginnings of a star
She rolled the star across the snow until it had cooled and turned into the moon
Their bodies destroyed yet their essence lived on
And so the spirits did their work on top of the mountain
Maintaining night and day for what they thought would
Lost InlandLost InLandLost Inland5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
It streches for miles,
It consumes the aura.
It streched over lands,
It grew over buildings,
desolated the population,
destroyed the beautiful,
replaced by emptiness.
It was a home.
Home is dead.
Buildings stand crumbling,
trees grow falling,
humanity is under 6 feet,
Inhuman inhabitants above ground,
Hopes and Passion,
Gone in deletion.
Gone in completion.
Gone for good.
Skies black and blue,
a bruise in a
Things I Will Not DoHow can I ask myself to be so strongThings I Will Not Do5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the risks you take will be so high
When every day I know that I will wonder
If we could have a future
Can I bear to lose
What I love so much
And yet I will not can not
Ask you not to go
Because to do so would be
To hurt one that I love
And to take away
Which I will not can not must not
Which I cannot bear to do.
SleepSounds of a sleeping energySleep5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eyes dusted with slumber, still they see
The magical, tempting, haunted mind
A gift to the slumbering mortal's kind.
ManicManicManic5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Feel like a fly on the wall.
But a fly that could send shockwaves.
I'm a GOD
Who am I?
Who are you?
Why do I remember emotions from people that
I've never talked to before?
Why do I live in the past,
but plan so far ahead?
I don't live in the moment cause I can't handle it.
I'll never forget a face
but I forgot your name yesterday
My brain is BURNING.
My thoughts and opinions are exploding like a VOLCANO.
My A-HA moment is earth SHATTERING.
I could be anybody.
Feel like anybody,
see like anybody.
But I'm so tiny and insignificant.