Keys At The DoorWhat should I do? He asked,Keys At The Door3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with my hand
on his collarbone;
What can you
do? I said.
let dinner run
and tell yourself
that she's late
Coffee CupHe longed to be her coffee cupCoffee Cup3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Purple lipstick around his edges
Slender fingers wrapped around him
Every single morning
And the nights she couldn't sleep
Life- Ticket for OneAlone doesn't come with peanuts,Life- Ticket for One3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's an upgraded seat.
Her money buys illusions of
Impatient for the life left waiting.
But one way tickets are dirty
Little secrets and
Passport stamps are paper trails
That she drops like flower petals,
One by one,
"I chose wisely..."
"I'm a fool..."
Her stories are just memories
Because now, no one will listen.
She traded everything for freedom
And a shoestring, not long enough
To tie a lonely noose.
A similar smile
Was lost at crossroads;
A happier path, lost some way back.
Now she finds a cracked smile
With more sinister lines...
Creases taken, rather than given.
At present, in-flight cocktails blur the
Engine noise, that drowns out
ChildChildChild4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ancilla, gillyflower, cathedral, chime and stone,
frightened child, you were only thirteen
when the dove pecked you,
so frightened, I dreamt my belly split open,
pain rang like bells in my my bones. Virgin, gillyflower,
my child was a gillyflower but she stung,
fragile as a wasp's wing she was,
she is, cathedral, chime and stone and my mother cried,
"How could you, how could you," all the way home
but there is no home, the river tastes
of mud and piss. Whore.
They called me whore, not virgin, not blessed.
I wanted, want to be stone,
and my mother wept.
deflourgod'sdeflour4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
got a thing
for women in white dresses,
legs broken and
like the knot
of a dead man's
Whispered wordsJust a few words whispered to youWhispered words3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In your ear is what I want to do
Words you have heard often now
and you keep hearing if you allow
Words I will repeat and repeat
Every one for you a treat
You know what you will again hear
The words I whisper in your ear
Spoken soft and slow
My voice creaking low
They are only a few
I whisper: "I love you"
Tiny Dancer in the HallShe stands in hallwaysTiny Dancer in the Hall3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Far from uneventful; unnoticed perhaps.
The world is her stage.
She hears her own ballet
Dances like an angel.
But the world has her jaded.
She dreams of songbirds.
If she could sing,
her toes would not be so squared.
Her fans stare on, hoping for
a moment-- sublime.
She stands, a study in realism.
Legs tremble...she will never
fit the part.
True hearts are true
but never a vision of perfection,
always somehow abrasive.
She pirouettes and
fabric flutters like time
or iridescent butterflies.
They are someone else's dreams.
Her dreams are here, in the spotlight...
Costumed and terrified.
She is unyielding,
arms stretched out like branches.
Her shadow flits and plays;
Arms sad and shy.
She is a weeping willow,
alone amongst her peers.
Sentinel amid the ridicule of
left behind playbills.
Monster inside my headI have a monster in my headMonster inside my head3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and it wants to come out
You've fed it, it has grown
from your actions did it sprout
I try to hold it back
but it's so utterly mad
I can't hold it back
it's the worst I've had
Stronger and stronger
It breaks apart my walls
I can't hold it back
My final barrier falls
It fights, it kicks
it bites, now you fall
You've had it coming
for yet another call
You push me around
now you will get it back
run away if you can
it's your skull I'll crack
This monster inside
I will no longer hide
it has destroyed its cage
you will feel all my rage
ZenRememberZen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your first smell of perfume.
The blood and vernix wreathed
on the newborn,
and all of those who stare.
The arrow leaves
thrown into harm.
Medicine was discovered
and maybe faith.
Young love is a jealous god.
It is meant
to make you gentle.
She sounds like meditation
and this is all I'll give her.
We are not
The moth knows you are here
is a silly question.
the world was built for two."Can I light you up?"the world was built for two.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He catches me when I'm pulling my last cigarette of the night out from my clutch. I don't reply at first. I simply place the sin stick between my lips, give him a nod, and he flicks a similar make from somewhere inside his suit jacket. The first drag I take is a good one. It's a habit that's grown on me since I came to this city.
"Thank you," I breathe, exhaling smoke.
"Happy to help," he replies with a smirk. "The service here is terrible."
I snort a quick laugh and lift my eyes to the remains of the bartender. He's still standing after all of this time, though it won't be long until his femur finally gives in and he's reduced to another pile of bones on the floor. It's funny to think he died that way, but almost everyone left the world in the position they lived every day.
"What's a girl gotta do to get a vodka cran?" I giggle.
"This place has seen better days, believe me. Ba
confession to my most preciousyou're beautifulconfession to my most precious5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you're a drop of perfection
you're so worthwhile and deserve only the best in life
and I can't promise you'll get it
but I can say you deserve it.
AwayTheAway3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
AideenAideen wasn’t anything like me. Stubborn as ever, she’d insistAideen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
saying something about an inferno in her flesh,
a savage electricity sparking in her skeleton.
For weeks she’d persist, sprawling across the kitchen floor in hysterics.
She kept muttering about bullets, something about gunpowder lungs
and inevitable ignition.
And all I could do was sit and soothe her, attempt to expunge these imagined notions from her mind. But stubborn little Aideen rejected my words as folly, retching out words like shrapnel and shellshock.
“Gasoline. Unpredictability tensed between my tissues.
Napalm slithers through my ventricles; hissing, itching to escape.”
A supernova shriek singing through her teeth,
She softens then she pauses
to notice ashes at her feet
"The useless remains of what used to be alive."
GatsbyMy heart is on my sleeve but I dont let anyone to close to touchGatsby7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
So it sits there, rotting away, decayed and frayed
With nothing but fear to fill it
Who am I? I ask my reflection but she is just repeating me
Oh, it so easy to bite your tongue and keep up appearances
Keeping up with the false smiles
My body is failing me, it is showing my dark halos beneath my eyes
How long can I keep up?
I am every ghost you know
Standing there, so pretty and tragic
My green light is on my tongue but lost in my heart
So close yet so far, and the eyes are telling time is being lost
Will this crossing only be great when it is done?
Breaking hearts and breaking noses, Ive come so far
Only to learn what I breathe is toxic
Desire deceived me and I wish for all the I take it back
I dont want you like I thought I did
I wanted your image, your beautiful façade
What I want doesnt matter, you cant repeat the past
Mistakes are guns an
GerontophobiaI think maybeGerontophobia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we smoke cigarettes to deny age,
to deny that there is something
that comes after now.
To pretend we will never be afraid
of mountain hiking
or climbing in and out of cars;
never be afraid of having too many stories
for no one to listen to;
never be afraid that the people we created
will leave us so alone
in sterile fluorescent rooms,
only hoping for Death's reunion
with the ones who walked in the world we loved.
I think maybe
we want to forget about our inelegant future,
where we yellow with fear
and find ever fewer hands to grasp
in the stale darkness of uncertainty.
asphyxiashe broods in her bubble bathasphyxia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spindles with her slender spider-limb fingers
a soap-slickened scythe
she's mastering the solemn art of
like the faltering fowl she is,
her failure of flight was
besides, she had long lost her feathers
along with her sleep
and, since then, it has been
seven slow years
he was phosgene- born from light
he was phosgene- a merciless mass murderer
her long lasting war with him
had always ended
but not really,
as it never really ended at all,
not really, no
she leans back languidly,
pressing her backbone unto
her beaded, bubble-beaten bed
she looks out to the world through her weary window
she is momentarily molested by the sun's stare
and, it is almost as if the gray,
wool-woven clouds came over just to
clothe, cover, and calm her
celeste skies are ricocheted by lemon yellow lightning
and a cobalt hue
only to later be gunned down by a chalky,
rain drops drag down
a new beat to h
She Called Herself MidnightMy vixenShe Called Herself Midnight4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the raven child
She sucks on clove cigarettes,
pausing to cough out flies and carbon.
She's as ugly as she's ever been,
gilded from glue and obsidian.
from raw meat.
The Option."Why do you want that option?"The Option.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Because I want to die, if you must know."
He wants it, so he can take it, tick the box for the final option.
He means it, he does, he doesn't care how much you scream "No!"
He wants the option, for when he is discarded like a broken toy,
That he can end his life, and stop all the hurt, stop living.
He no longer wants to be an emotionless decoy-
I no longer want to be tortured, in the land of the living.
See? He and I, finally agree, that it's what's best for us, for me,
Yes, we agree that I should die, although it is a bitter choice.
A bitter choice? But the prospect of leaving it all? Being free?
And that, is the appeal, it is what makes me agree with the voice.
We finally agree, that once everything is gone, and we're left to rot,
That we shall take the final option, it's what's best for us, for me.
We finally agree, that once everything is gone, and w
ex. noun, a former loverlike a misprint of temperamentex. noun, a former lover4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you will go by and,
f a r e w e l l
i had you,
my dear. you left
and I always
thought we'd be fickle.
I'll Be ThereHold my Hand:I'll Be There3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll Be There
Hold my hand, dear-
It'll be alright.
Don't let your trepidation show,
Even though it's hard.
Hold my hand, dear-
Because my love for you
Is the sea-
Hold my hand, dear-
Walk side-by-side with me.
Don't cry, even though life is rough-
Hold my hand, dear-
Because I'll be your rock.
And I promise to you
That I'll always be there.
Just like you were
i you we used toi remember an autumn before lasti you we used to4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that drank up the august haze and heat
and spit out tree clothes.
they were orange before red
but layers never did you any good;
you were always blind before
so what difference does it make?
we used to draw on them in blood,
make people with smiles who lived
across the world, and we let them
live that way because
that's how we wanted to live, too.
i remember finding one stuck on my window
with a soul and smile in your handwriting,
clutching at the glass
and i thought, oh i thought lovely,
you sent it as you to find home.
but by the time it reached my hand
you declared it out of season
and it writhed and withered,
leaving smudged smiles on my palms but
not one on my face.
The Orange TreeHow can you leave a poemThe Orange Tree3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
half-way unread, like
a new born-baby crying in the night.
When the Orange tree is finally
seeing the light of day,
can you believe your own eyes?
This may be one the worst things I'm ever going to do
And I may regret it after.
Maybe it's a mistake.
But then if it's not,
then why aren't I sure of you?
Just like the orange tree,
I don't know what to believe.
Stop and Goit comes in the passingStop and Go3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of two bodies meeting
shoulder to elbow
on an armrest
in a movie theater
soft light tracing
lines around the bend
and curve of an arm
it comes with the linking
of words like fingers held
over the shifting rise
and fall of a sigh