Entwined beneath sheets of
I kissed the air
and cursed the day
we were sober.
And, emptying the bottle,
we said those things
about our dreams
that mattered none at all
none at all
in the morning.
to breathlessly sing
(with the crickets)
my fingers crept into the void
where you'd slept.
And I wept.
EvenIfYouSaid you were dying...no one would hear you.EvenIfYouSaid you were dying7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Let Us PrayA priest intones the massLet Us Pray6 years ago in Open More Like This
to silent stones
and wandering angels.
Head bowed in silence.
Fingers worry at
A rosary for the lost.
An audience of Saints
Hear my prayer.
sometimes surgeons like to kidsometimes surgeons like to kid9 years ago in Open More Like This
Sometimes I cannot sleep.
Earthquakes burrow into sheet fibres,
knees meet the radiator, the chunks clunk
then chip away, like the roller coaster thoughts
that spin around the room.
My head smacks pillows, and I remember
all the faces I scanned today,
up/down; they sighed boredom --
and had eyeballs where mattresses should be.
Fingertips feel sore, they say sorry
for touching you. I only wanted to see
what your heart felt like on the inside
but these hands did not belong
blood-drenched in you. Right then I decided --
I will never go to the dentist ever again.
He compliments my oral hygiene
as he asks me to open wide. It makes me sick
to bear my teeth like coffee cups to the world.
My spit embarrasses me, reminds me
of all the words caught inside my palate
that I could not say.
I had a dream last night. God came to me and said
'eleven thirty and something
will happen'. He showed me you in my room
like it was October, apple blossoms were by the window
and white strips down th
7Erotica77 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the feast
of your skin
was like wine
longing for more
the laity's lust.
the lover's gluttony.
the harlot's envy.
the virgin's pride.
the moralist's wrath.
the suitor's sloth.
the cheater's greed.
within one's self,
the innocence of
And deep down
for the end
of this insatiable
for the flesh.
and the hand
your first name.
when time does not healThere's a light bulb in your chest, it flickers on/off the coral reef,when time does not heal8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's pinkish and reminds me of babies
though i don't know why yet.
The buzzer rings and it's never you,
as always, i am carpet faced
and full of tiny yous that won't hack out
with drawing pins, i just sit inside my own shipwreck.
I thought i could control the epileptic fits
brought on by your fast heart-blinks.
i'm on the brink of something scientific, something raw
as you say i give you new illnesses
and put your medicine in the draw,
you are happy until i shuffle back
on tired hands and knees,
I stutter into garbage bags
then you just hurl things back like i expect too much,
i'm submerged in your blood screams,
in my eye streams
that travel towards places with names like --
but you are everywhere, it seems
with your hands held tight by somebody new,
by somebody who
has been there a month, but outweighs my 12
of support by
ground floor poemground floor poem9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You cut yourself out of cereal boxes, press against guitar strings
that rip your fingertips open - exposed, you choke
on E minors, you cough up plectrums
and words that sound like 'sorry'.
I do not know you well, but I do know you are kind
and inside something pulls on wire, there is something soft
trapped in cogs, new bedsheets or maybe
it's your heart. I bet he said he didn't mean to
make your eyelashes clump together
and your skin feel like a tambourine. Clay is --
a substance that gets harder under intense heat,
this is not an example of chemical weather, just kiln hands
and a girl with silt burnt into her cuticles because too much electric
is trapped, it slams against lazy organs and slips through tubes
Your elbows remind me of tea cups,
something boils between china l
dirty pretty poemsdirty pretty poems9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cold tea-cups jumped
off the table when I opened my eyes this morning.
They must not like the sound of my eyelashes crashing into eachother
and must know how sometimes
oxygen feels too far from our sinking lungs.
When my hipbones became loose hinges,
half sliced off and a sore-thumb view, it did not occur to me
that I was ill, just a little bit below the floorboards
with the taps of people walking above, nobody ever knows
when I am there.
I believe that wine bottles mean something different
and for me it is not just a delightfully fruity
drink to sip with friends, it is a two pm lecture I cannot build up courage to go to
and pretending my head is in the clouds when really it is with my heart
under the table and wine bottles are just another way of saying
my red eyes are locked in a drawer with black underwear and sad songs
and I do not want to let them out today --
the wine is all gone now
and so am I.
Paintings are beautiful and I want to draw your eyebrows in
Visceraostracize the wounded; listen!Viscera7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the way they graze over sidewalks,
un! deux! trois! quatre! cinq!
counting bones and the chipped teeth
of sun-browned children, they come
six! sept! huit! neuf! dix!
plus one/subtract the liver, and stipple
the ribs with paint; this thin viscus,
crippled with veins - - stilled eyes
some porphyry and feldspar flecked,
onze! douze! treize! quatorze! quinze!
counting small rodents and bag pipes - -
lisping fingers from the wagon train
like pale arachnids between the spokes
ABC'sA is for AnorexiaABC's8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The love of my life
B is for Bulimia
Hurts more than a knife
C is for Cutting
To punish my soul
D is for Depression
Who is digging my hole
E if for ED-NOS
Diseased and Alone
F is for Friends
Understanding your groan
G is for Ghosts
Haunting you always
H is for Happiness
Havent experience for days
I is for Isolated
No matter whos there
J is for Jelly
Under skin, they stare
K is for Killing
Yourself dont you see
L is for Liar
You didnt mean to be
M is for Monsters
Hiding under your bed
N is for Neurotic
The thoughts in your head
O is for Over
You feel you are through
P is for Protection
From the things that you do
Q is for Questions
Answers dont know
R is for Rape
The world you dont show
RehabI missRehab7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on your lips
with its scent
when we kiss.
The cigarette smoke
that sneaks out
of your nose
to my thirsty lungs.
And the way
you aroused men
with your dance moves
to be with you.
And if alcohol
to do crazy things,
about your majesty
each passing day.
In your vices,
I found my loyalty.
In your mistakes,
I found my dedication.
And as I conclude
that I wrote
while thinking of you,
I came to realize
that just like
I can't QUIT loving you.
The Struggle and The FallThe rain had started.The Struggle and The Fall7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The clouds hid the sun
and replaced it with melancholic skies.
I tried to run from it,
to avoid every drop,
to evade every part of it.
But I found myself trapped in its wicked claws.
And it bombarded me with memories I repressed.
From every heartache to every downfall, the rain brought them back.
In the middle of its downpour, my sadness flowed from my lonely eyes.
Alone, I whispered words of grief and loneliness.
I wished for better days.
I asked for happier times.
But the rain became heavier.
Its drops wounded my skin like bullets from heaven.
Every inch of me was drenched in blood, anguish, and despair.
I became an abomination.
A being with lesions as repulsive as the man I was before.
Depression had set in once again.
And there I was.
Looking for shelter.
Longing for love's arms.
Yet I was unable to move.
My feet were as heavy as my heart.
Then it stopped.
The rain had ended as sudden as it started.
Dejected and wounded, I stood frozen.
The sun was back.
Today In StoneTiger lilies,Today In Stone6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Down the path through your distorted eyes,
Slowly going night blind, Though I wish to kiss it all away,
Youth bringing things that bubble and smoke,
Puppy dog tails,
Over the blue horizon as I hear your answer phone for the last time,
Pick it up, its me again, raspy, cancerous, contagious,
Filling out the membership to places visited hundreds of seconds ago,
Questions asked, stating the obvious,
Diagnosis agreed, pop another pill, slipping into dream time,
Tanned beauties too shallow for the depth of the oceans,
To full of disbelief that someone slowed to pick them back on their feet,
Waving, sculpting, psychedelic,
Through the misty twilight,
With soil only to bear our names of green lichen,
At one with tha paths we follow,
As we are one, set in stone.
A Poet's WishI am a writerA Poet's Wish7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A lover of words
of unheard emotions.
I am a poet
And to the heavens
that I may have the power
to reshape my past.
For if I could rewrite my life,
mold it into my liking,
and plan the way things would be
I would have written you
as the first girl
that I have loved
the only lady
that I am in love with
and the last woman
I will love with all my heart.
I am a romantic
are my Renaissance.