Keys At The DoorWhat should I do? He asked,Keys At The Door2 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
He is ArtHe is art.He is Art2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His hands are the right size,
and his smile is perfectly lopsided.
His eyes are dark,
but in the sun they're brighter than you can imagine.
They draw you in.
His abs are defined the right amount.
His arms are long enough to wrap around you,
and hold you.
He is art.
He can make you laugh when you do not want to,
but make you want to so badly.
You come to him when there is no one around,
even when there is.
He lets you borrow his strength and if that's not enough,
he lends more help.
He gives me everything.
He is art.
Whispered wordsJust a few words whispered to youWhispered words2 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"
Cascading RealitiesThe ones who easily break - -Cascading Realities2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
can't stop falling - into a false eternity.
Two AngelsClouded eyes.Two Angels2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her innocent anesthesia. Her
Her cut. Her caramel hair,
tumbling down her back. The last
I saw of her as she walked away.
Left me off guard.
A topaz heart rebuilt
by a chance. Her dark flash
asphyxiashe broods in her bubble bathasphyxia2 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
I'll Be ThereHold my Hand:I'll Be There2 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
Coffee CupHe longed to be her coffee cupCoffee Cup2 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
Four Words I've Been Dying to Tell You...I'm nothing without you...Four Words I've Been Dying to Tell You...2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
on an envelopewhy do my d's and l's look like yours when i write your name?on an envelope2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's just been a little carousel,
spinning in pirouettes,
in my mind all day.
all i know is i'm glad i don't love you.
i don't know why you aren't relationship material-
in all honesty, you are.
i don't know why you treat me like your girlfriend-
kissing my forehead,
holding me gently,
touching me sweetly,
asking to see me,
sixty miles out of the way
in a city i can fall in love,
with no promise of sex-
all i know is i'm glad i don't love you,
& i hope it stays.
The Option."Why do you want that option?"The Option.2 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
deflourgod'sdeflour2 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
Hearts Grow Wild in Fields of BloodDaisys were never meant to dieHearts Grow Wild in Fields of Blood2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for a constant supply of answers.
he loves me
he loves me not
To say love is like war,
is to say somebody will always die.
you love him
you love him not
Gift her with roses
the colour of hearts and blood.
mine for never
Petals fell from their bound hands
and oh how they looked like dreams.
gravity.waiting for you counting secondsgravity.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in an attempt to kill time.
waiting for you while you're
still leaving because falling in
love is like falling off of things and
I am still midair for you.
I never intended to feel anything
for you, I never intended to fall off of anything
for you. I never intended for you
to happen in any way. but you did and
so did I and so did we. and now
there's your name on my walls
and in between my fingers and
on the inside of my eyelids. There is
your voice in my blankets and
your scent between my legs and inside of
my closet and hidden in the carpet.
but most of all there's your fingerprints
you left but then again you never really did,
because you're still everywhere when I'm alone.
ex. noun, a former loverlike a misprint of temperamentex. noun, a former lover2 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.
Make it rainFeel the hurt,Make it rain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feel the pain.
Let it go,
And make it rain.
Caressed by subtle lips,
And liquid finger tips.
Our cheeks brush,
Its more than enough.
But then she's lost.
Consumed by the now,
Restrained by the then
And overwhelmed by what's to come.
Sleeping fear and waking dread.
Monsters hiding under your bed.
Twisting turns, squirming threads,
Dancing lights throughout your head.
You must be willing to risk it all,
Standing strong to watch it fall.
I'll grab your hand through all the pain,
And pull you out as I make it rain.
ChildhoodBrushing fingers over pictures,Childhood2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sneezing from layers of dust,
Remembering the warmth
Of that moment's trust.
Smiling down at the world,
That you used to see,
You can't believe,
You were so happy.
You didn't see bad,
There was only good.
You acted like
Any other child should.
And you wish it weren't over,
That you didn't have to part,
That aching feeling reminds you
Within childhood lies your heart.
On Betrayal and NeurosisI can't tell if I actually care,On Betrayal and Neurosis2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or if I'm pretending for us both.
Every night I wake up sweating.
Is it the addiction, or you?
My spine suffers from this perpetual...
"Ache". Oh how I hate standing, how
I wish I could lie down.
For this moment, I am not me.
I am a perverse, otherworldly take on myself.
I am Goldilocks, as imagined by someone who has not read the story, only heard loose
reccountings of it. My body shivers as I sweat. If I strip, I grow ever colder. If I wear
more, I sweat further as the fever rakes my body over the coals of this perverse fire.
This is not you.
This is me, the cumulation of me,
the essence that is my character.
Distilled, purified, over time.
Allow me to direct my address inward, it was presumptuous of me to speak to you as such
This feeling, in the back of my neck, it compels me.
Not in a direction; to a task.
In the past, I ignored it.
Recently, I have been more tempted than normal.
My skin is too tight right now.
I don't know
For YouListen:For You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would be lying if I said that I didn't
Think of you every time I close my eyes,
That my mind doesn't wander to thoughts
Of you whenever I'm lonely,
That I don't whisper your name
While I sleep.
Truth be told, I am inevitably in love with you.
In a way that makes my heart skip a beat every time
I see you smile, every time I hear you laugh.
It's the fact that I still get butterflies whenever
You lightly whisper my name in my ear
That lets me know we are something more.
Nothing has ever seemed so comforting than
The feeling of your arms wrapped around my waist.
I smile up to you as we share a brief connection of
Soft lips and grazing teeth that makes me swoon.
Believe me when I say that I think of you
Every time I close my eyes,
That my mind always wanders to thoughts
Of you when I'm lonely,
That I whisper your name while I sleep.
Believe me when I say that I love you,
That there's nowhere I'd rather be
Than with you.
confession to my most preciousyou're beautifulconfession to my most precious4 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.
Night.Fireflies borne out of the nightNight.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Eaten up by cityscape light
And though the clouds breathed off spine chilling frosts
You warmed me up as we turned and tossed
And as moonlight waddles from its candle wick
Drawing nearer the curious sea
I'll whistle some tune that'll put you to sleep
You'll breath rhythmic sighs that'll pull me in deep.