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
AwayTheAway3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
OmegaThere is a wolf lurking in my doorway;Omega3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
our eyes holding breathless conversations
as secrets whisper through the stroke of my pen
into the awaiting lungs of strangers.
Soon young pup, you'll have nothing left to say.
My heart is woven together with tight-knit words,
blood red Poe, and thumping Hemingway-
Yet, no headstrong Omega sleeps
within this slightly cracked, ribcage embrace.
"I am unafraid of forests with teeth."
on leaving it behindi stillon leaving it behind3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
this might appall you
or agonize you but i do.
i remember still evenings
with little to exchange besides
heartbeats and breathing patterns.
i remember soft afternoons
with my back raking against the carpet
leaving sporadic scars and stitches of memory.
i remember dark roads, and darker rains.
i remember a longer faith and a shorter pain.
the wounds are not as fresh, they do not sting,
but they ache and the few times i hear your voice
wedges your fingers in my brain and i can feel the cake
of neglected cum stains and i can hear the desperation in
the small whimper of my name and the way it was hard for your
breath to escape and my mind is running on thin rails, paper train,
and all i ever wanted from you was a home, not a place.
you would finger fuck me in the movie theater
and i would squirm and you would laugh because
i am not so good at keeping quiet. and all it would take
was a look from me or my hand up your knee or my lip under my
teeth and your eyes would
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
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.
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
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
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 touchGatsby6 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.
fireweedi have planted my city heart in the dustfireweed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and set it aflame.
my new one can taste the wind's origins,
it knows how to ponder heavy thoughts with dark clouds,
it knows the motives behind the rain drop's dances.
the sun was eating my skin but
no matter, i can regrow.
i could feel the quivering earth in the bees' hum and
the rhythm of each passing second in the ants' march.
i wanted to tell you i love you because
in all the beautiful expanses of raw earth and passion i have never seen a face so fine.
it is four at dawn and the world is tumbling,
lights and numbers are exploding,
we are dying,
time is not waiting.
people are always gone when you need them the most,
and i hate you.
this is the world's fault.
can you take my hand,
can we tread to where fireweed is free to grow,
where souls are pure and life is love,
oh can we.
in another life,
i will learn to sing with the grasshoppers,
for i have heard the earth speak.
She Called Herself MidnightMy vixenShe Called Herself Midnight3 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 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
Camera ShudderSo manyCamera Shudder3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rely on blinking
Thought of as lovelyShe struggles.Thought of as lovely3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A war rages in her mind.
Which should she be?
Her own natural beauty
or listen to the society who says
'that's not good enough.'
Make her cheeks sharper.
her lips should be fuller!
Can her real self be enough?
Or must she tear her flesh and paint her skin
to be thought of as lovely?
Will her freckled skin be hidden under powder?
"Your nose is too big!
Your chest is too small!"
their yells bounce in her mind
all like grenades waiting to detonate.
Which can she choose
when one holds glamor and self-loathing
and the other certain doom?
The Scar Project: Trapped in ScarsYou don't see the scars in their minds.The Scar Project: Trapped in Scars3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of all the words they heard.
Some in the present, most in the past
From all those mouths they come fast.
Some received, some that gave,
but they are all a kind of slave.
Trapped inside their own mind
because of abuse of some kind.
Some gave, all they receive
for their own actions they grieve.
Most are now tough,
one, didn't try hard enough.
When The Manic Sleeps Alonei.When The Manic Sleeps Alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rouge northwest of facing nowhere, this signal of a sign meant for someone else.
Blubbery headaches and I ain't sleepin' too good complaints.
Spastic stretching for the spin - the last elastic spindle
this final pinnacle of pressure.
It's loosening, uncurling from my fingers
further into sloshed, slashed, and slammed
phalanges twisting with intention.
That sickening grip, cultivating nonsense
tightening without purpose or correction
scrawling these verbose blisters
To convey the skeletal density
the under-layer of basis and belief
Mortar enforcing the busted shack
I guess you could say I don't really forgive people.
In some paralleled universe, this was completely worth it.
Most of the debauchery, and unforgivable.
Every fuckin' word.
Look. We're both disgusted, so just back off.
The inability toned my muscles in lard. I got fat - fat and lazy.