I must find my body.I am content with the flowering expansion of my hips, and the upwards tip of my nose.I must find my body.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My faltering hopes for myself are not related to these things. They do not reside
in the mistakes that my skin holds, like my eyes that are too small, and my torso
that is too short. They are the shortness of breath when around you or the quaking
of my incoherent words that move nothing but dusty emotions.
They are the smallness I feel in the wake of the crashing tide of you.
The bleak nonsense I spew just to take an inch of your skin at a time.
I wake in the heat of you and find myself collected and folded just in
case I take up too much space. It is a problem to be so removed from yourself
that you are okay with cramping your body into the shape of convenience.
What does it take to let yourself flow into the bends that belong to you?
I am not asked to insult myself. I am not made to break and crumble. I have
been given keen lips that whisper real things. I have a structure that is
made to be bare an
Remember?Remember how you looked at the night sky when you were a child?Remember?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where does the awe and wonder go, is it yet in an old jacket pocket
in a box in your mother's attic?
How close to the earth we were, short-legged and unmarked by the worries of the world.
How easy to dream of bright tomorrows, when so many lay ahead.
Remember when you could see the face of the man in the moon?
FateFate loves it when you tempt her,Fate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She's a fool for fools who tease her.
None alive will ever please her,
And none will ever tame her.
Fate alone has no master.
Each of us is a tin soldier
She breaks and burns on a fire
When she's bored and play time's over.
RaindanceRaindanceRaindance2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A thousand tongues of rain
Are licking window panes
Impatiently, in haste
The core of love to taste
Torrents run down the street
It feels so very sweet
To find the storm pulsate
In arms those are my fate
In each drop ocean gleams
You're drowning in my streams
And me, while cries the night
I give in to your tide
comparetheheartbreak.comthis is a drunken poem which means thatcomparetheheartbreak.com3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i won't remember it and i'm about to tell the truth
and we can't run away from this
so what you are is nails in my spine
you bend me and twist me down and we're going to the sea
we're going to fill our pockets with rocks
and our shoes with feet and our hands with hands
i'm going to learn what mermaids are
you're going to turn me into foam on the wave
and i'm going to tell you about
because i'm the first point and you're the second and
we swing in known patterns, we make shapes
that everyone could predict
and then you found bottles and i found love and i swear
i tried to show you what kisses were
but i could learn to drink and you couldn't learn to let anyone-
you know how to let someone in
because you let me in
and i should be enough and why am i forcing more points into our lives
more numbers in our dot to dot
and now we're veering wildly and it's scary and
mathematically impossible and these shapes aren't shapes
FeminineSo I am the temptressFeminine9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dark lady
The one who takes your men's blood
So I am the Jezabell
I'm not allowed to be loved
In a Moment...In a momentIn a Moment...10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
…of transparent stillness
the last of the night jewels, falls
a dust of stars forsakes the sky
and embraces the land
a cry is heard,
the sand is as time itself...
a wild diamond or just a crystal grain
…of intersection and greatness
the dawn descends
with her gown of bliss and fresh ornaments
flirting and greeting, the first radiant sunbeams
the river mists return slowly to the clouds
all things sway in the southeast breeze...
such perfect balance.
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somethingthere is something enticingsomething2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about a woman who's not afraid of wrapping her lips around a fork and swallowing without a thought of calories
she draws you in with the scent of spicy salsa and skin, and can laugh when you wipe the trickle at the side of her lips.
she doesn't overflow and break the boundaries for one person but she's not a twig waiting for the wind to snap her or blow her away.
she can stand on her own two feet
without the possibility of floating away into the sky.
there is something enticing
about a woman who is soft to your touch and doesn't try to slice your fingers with knives for hipbones.
Craving YouI woke up craving you this morning.Craving You8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is that weird?
I rolled over and the light hit my face
and for a moment I wished it was your lips
soft, kissing my cheek instead of the sun.
I reached for a moment, for your hand,
to intertwine my fingers between yours
it seemed as though I'd be reaching forever.
I woke up longing for your touch,
for your hands, gentle,
tracing down my spine.
I imagined you stroking my hair,
leaning down to whisper "good morning beautiful"
and I swear I could feel your breath on my ear.
I moved my legs, searching for yours
so we could play footsies
underneath the sheets, our sheets.
I woke up craving you this morning.
What a lonely morning it turned out to be,
when I opened my eyes and you weren't next to me.
SparkleYou sparkle;Sparkle3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's in those eyes so topaz blue
And that smile curved just so,
Cupping your carnelian cheeks.
The way you slant your cap
Towards the slope of your nose
and peer from beneath
With your gemstone gaze.
It's in the words you string like pearls
And bestow to me with easy grace
And in the mirth that rolls forth
And shines like diamonds
In the rain
atoneall the words i've writtenatone7 years ago in Open More Like This
somehow aren't as real as the space between the letters
the silence following each key
i must forgive myself
for bodily transgressions, tragic misadventures
climb fresh into the mountain
The Sea for a SailorYou are the waves that rock this ship,The Sea for a Sailor2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
careless of its cargo.
Poseidon has nothing on you.
You break against me,
and break, and break, and b r e a k your ego.
My decks flood,
the rain falls heavy as hail stones
from clouds as dark as those that hang upon your brow.
The storm winds scream,
they sound like you,
but far away
and barely human,
and they threaten to snatch away my sails
with hungry, ghosting fingers.
How I long for a strong, brave sailor
to save me from the deep.
I need a man who smells of petrichor
to navigate your unfriendly waters,
to show me blessed landfall
and bring the sweet shore to my feet.
Every drop of you for someone steady,
a rock I can rely upon –
Every last drop
for land, verdant, and solid,
for you can only be relied on
The PoppyRed as soft as velvet,The Poppy11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Flows throughout the fields.
Marking the death that pours,
Like an autumn shower.
Where once was all at peace,
Now marks the place of rest.
Blood pours between,
Each dainty flower blown within the wind.
The ghosts of all those fallen,
Walk with growing ease, at the sight of a single flower,
How could something of such great beauty,
Be marked as a symbol of death?
For one so innocent,
Is now a cause of sorrow?
OldThe dust has settledOld3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
What let's you think you can leave?
You're a fixture here
Dear Friend: I see you.Your heart, though you hide it,Dear Friend: I see you.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is as fragile as it is strong.
I can see how lost you are,
through your eyes, dark, but shining.
You're soothed by pianos and capped trumpts,
a feature I have always admired.
I recongize the tune in your finger tips,
tapping against the cloth, softly, but sturdy.
Your heart is aching, from the music,
reminding you what you cannot have.
I smile sympathically, which you cannot see,
for your eyes are closed and your head is bopping.
Piecesi.Pieces2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A roaring, empty hollowness resides now where you used to be
Stilted and drained I walk for miles by boarded-up buildings and empty lots
There are pieces of myself missing, I'm an incomplete puzzle
You were the glue that kept me from falling apart
Now I'm truly gone down the road, and god help me
Down Apocalypso street there's a green house
I used to live there, when I was young
No one does now, it's empty, and the bones are all buried
in the backyard
The last time I saw it was over my shoulder in the twilight
The porch light was on, as though waiting for my return
I wonder how long it burned, days or years, it doesn't matter
I was gone down the road forever
With chunks of myself missing
I am gone down the road
I stood overlooking a river, watching ripples in the sunlight
It was a long time ago
Today the water is as grey as the sky, and smooth as glass
No sparkle, no shine, no life, the air is heavy with hopelessness
I dive in
Incendiaryunder lock and key,Incendiary2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
controlled just right,
you doused me,
then lit the match.
consumed by your flames
and suffocated by your madness,
you believed I finally complied.
but survival never meant
succumbing to death,
just to escape.
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All Rights Reserved
We AreSomewhere along this way,We Are2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
our paths were to cross.
They have, before
Each its own heartbreak.
Each worth dying for.
If you fall, I will catch you.
The Path of Least ResistanceShe's a cold, hard bitch,The Path of Least Resistance3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
(but she has a pretty face)
so she will always have a nice warm bed.
PassionAnd I speak with qualifiers likePassion4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"kind of"; "sort of"; "maybe" and "a little"
Because if I spoke with as much passion as I
Feel, you all would think
I am crazy.
"You know, I'm starting to kind of think that maybe, I might be a little crazy."
And I want to feel your steady breath against
The curve of my spine every
Morning. I want to feel the aching press of your
Fingers against my tender breastbone. I want to
Feel your longing, your need, your passion
In the way your arms wrap around and constrict my fragile ribcage.
"Please, break me. So I have a reason to feel so broken."
And when the words have dried and stuck to your
Cracked lips like blood, kiss me. Silence envelopes
And chokes and disintegrates the need to
Breathe. There are no words for this feeling. It's
Beautiful and brutal and passionate and yes,
It scares me.
"I love you and that scares me."
And I don't think I've ever been quite
Complete. On the nights I lie awake with your
Name still on my teeth, your broken dreams crestin
The Way That I DoPleaseThe Way That I Do3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
do not hate me
for my weakness
(the way that I do)
Do not despise me
because I bruise easily
think no less of me
(the way that I do)
And when my beauty
which once lured you
is marred by
the pain of dark blue
think no less of me
(the way that I do)
Do not turn your back
if this mess
tests your patience
in the heat of the moment
for that is the moment
I will need you the most
Please think no less of me
(the way that I do)
For needing you
For wanting you
to love me
think no less of me
(for that is one thing I can't ever do)