after elizabeth bishop (and for a friend)
last night i dreamed that
you loved me.
you took the moon
from its place in the the sky
and laid it in the white palms of
my open hands,
which set the white orb free,
the gentle toss becoming
the flight of wing on salty breeze.
its reflection passed over
deep and limitless,
but spangled with phosphorescence
mimicking the aching starlight above,
and then the bird was gone...
my hands left open
a silver basin of borrowed light,
shining from the night
of another poem.
Alone Once MoreI find myself alone once again.Alone Once More7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My fingers trace over the velvety smoothness,
ready to begin.
A soft slow push triggers a low sound.
Another push, another sound.
More pushing, light and soft.
No need to rush, tempo is key.
Traveling up, up, up until I reach the top.
Nowhere else to go.
The pounding starts.
Never wanting to stop, but somehow needing the end.
Both hands gliding, fingers aching.
Translating the DifferenceSing to me songs in languages I do not understand.Translating the Difference4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me pretend I speak them fluently, their letters stumbling leaves
and I will catch them,
whispering new life into each foreign syllable.
When I repeat after you, they will still hold sway
with each rise and fall.
It will be sunset and sunrise, a collaboration of undertones
pulled together by circuits of moonlight.
Perhaps my translation will speak more to you
from the backs of seabirds, spilling across their beaks.
I will not become a spider,
legs aching from spinning, spinning, and spinning
every phrase you divulge to me.
Each sound will be stretched across a nebula,
my werewolf words becoming our mantra.
When this is over, we will understand each other.
MelodyBread and butter pudding rests,Melody3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon a tattered album,
Memories lay cast aside,
Like lifeless broken limbs.
A world of desecrated harmless dreams,
Has fallen into nightmare,
All violent, hateful, turgid thoughts,
Reveal the scars once bared.
Yell! For none will hear your words,
With what will you destroy,
The darkness massing in your soul,
What method do you employ?
Guarded stalactites of sorrow,
Distractions mask the pain,
An anaesthetic claiming heart,
And with it stealing brain.
Bereft of feeling, hollowed - blank,
Will numbness guide your journey,
Or can you find the strength to fight,
Before you're on the gurney?
Seconds chased by unknown face,
Each moment fleet and passing,
Love in purest form is rare,
And can be everlasting.
Breathe and chase away the fear,
That courses, throbs within,
A product of a different time,
Born from rumoured sin.
Allow the feeling to return,
The searing, slicing wounds,
To weep, to burn and disappear,
Transform and build anew.
Create yourself a masterp
exoskeletonthe lights blink in false patternsexoskeleton3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
across eyes that have seen
not so much
too much and too many
a day of frost.
there is an acre of water in my hands,
a hectare of sand leaking from my ears
beneath my feet.
my identity is not my body.
with silk skin
does not come a softened soul.
the calluses on the tips
of my fingers
do not denote my nature.
i have half organs and full lips,
a faltering liver and knobs for joints
that root me to this comfort
i can no longer call home.
i want to bathe in my soul and let it enclose me,
hug me tight and rope me in.
wrangle this mess of an image
and make it me.
make me a contracting muscle,
fleshy bits attached
and let me beat myself
until there is nothing left
Reincarnated DreamsOne night I dreamed a thousand days,Reincarnated Dreams6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A million moments passed,
That I had lived so many times,
In centuries gone past,
These memories so vividly,
Awaken deeper parts of me.
One night I saw a thousand nights,
Just still frames in my mind,
Of jungles, grasses, fearsome beasts,
Apart from humankind,
These memories so vividly,
Awaken deeper parts of me.
One night I knew a hundred tongues,
Yet could not speak a word,
I knew the world from different eyes,
And with each sound I heard,
More memories so vividly,
Awakened deeper parts of me.
One night I felt a billion hearts,
All throbbing as one beat,
A melody of vibrant song,
No music could compete,
As with these vivid memories,
I live these deeper parts of me.
Dysmorphic Feature.my skin prickles asDysmorphic Feature.7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i breathe in anxiety
and choke on your pulse.
you have me strung like a bow,
at the edges: an
arch bent towards you by
deft fingers leaving burning
my body, contorted to fit yours
now seems deformed without it.
Removing ChainsWith these words I hereby say,Removing Chains6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I send this darkness far away,
And all I feel I will reveal,
So every place can now be healed.
And while I breathe this calming air,
No fear, no guilt, and no despair,
Shall touch upon my wounded heart,
The python's chains have grown apart.
Leaving me with naught but swells,
As feelings deep within me well,
Consume my being then depart,
Freed no darkness they impart.
A year almost of constant lies,
An enemy, whose words denied,
Cast a curse so slowly placed,
As jealousy that mars her face.
Belittled by this coward's acts,
Who defied most sacred pact,
I love her as her shadows live,
And everything she's done forgive.
Henceforth I move past every pain,
And work to gather and regain,
The love, compassion I once held,
That which iron chains; withheld.
Love and peace and joy be found,
Watch them shine, hear them resound!
For darkness will not conquer all,
While light is present it shall fall.
writhe writhewrithe5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a word you say in the dark
dark whispers of pleasure filled words
words for the moment
moments for the imagination
say it in a whisper
whisper softly in the dark
while you both
III. Wild loveIII. Wild love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lick the shiver
In your beauty
Disturb my senses
Burn my lightning
On your burning flash of lighting
Hurt me in a fury!
Of love on them
Ashes of desire.
Of the excited madness
In the streams of kisses
I drift on your frenzy
Roaring to die from it
It is my body in fury
Which enjoys on your drunkenness
In the corolla of your breast.
Sweet NicotinePoetry is a prayer;Sweet Nicotine7 years ago in Open More Like This
A silent offering that lets
Inspiration sweep through
An adrenaline rush
Of worded awe.
Sought in the dark
With trembling fingers
Touching the black nothingness
It seeps into the void
Poetry is the single ray of light
Penetrating the impenetrable darkness;
Yet it is also the shadows
Breathed into existence
By the single ray.
It is encompassing
Yet a tiny sliver of hope.
Poetry is the flame
On the red tip of a cigarette
Falling onto the forest timber
Poetry is everything
And poetry is nothing-
For nothing to exist
There need be existence.
of selfi play the duplicitous roleof self5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of self and seeker;
for new ground
to stand my self upon.
Works for the AssassinLove is more than hatred,Works for the Assassin6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which slices at your soul,
And leaves you tattered, battered -bruised,
Without a hand to hold.
Hate's cold negating winters,
That freeze your whole insides,
Leave nothing but a vacuum,
Of anger, pain and pride.
But love is all that's shining,
The early morning sun,
Revealing all that's perfect,
The light in everyone.
Perhaps love takes some chances,
Maybe the risks can fail,
At least we all have lived a day,
And seen what life entails.
One by one we open eyes,
One by one we smile,
One by one we dance before,
The ever-lasting light.
One by one we say a prayer,
One by one have faith,
One by one we hold our hearts,
In a very sacred place.
One by one we feel such pain,
One by one we write,
One by one we share our lives,
Each devastating plight.
One by one we stand alone,
And one by one we fall,
But as we one by one hold hands,
We shall conquer all.
Come with me, I'll lead you to
Words on WordsWords unwritten, words unheardWords on Words7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Words compiled to be burned
Words so many, words so few
Words made with naught but dew
Words misplaced, mismatched, misused
Words used only to abuse
Words created, words forgot
Words left tangled in a knot
Words for secret, words for trust
Words left covered, layered in dust
VI. PoetryVI. Poetry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Poetry is the blood
That makes my veins spring
It is the life that escapes
In the big broth of my efforts
It is my way of behaving
To fight the hatred
It is to refuse to undergo
It is my human nature
It is my way to quiver
Words, like some tunes.
It will break its chains
These chains of incoherence
These chains of ignorance
These chains where from freedom
Out of our fearful wanderings
The exceptional appears
Flowers of unfaithful rows
Making the immanence spring
Smiling the reality
Far from the artillery which think
Of their subtleties
Impose our pace
Make roar out the rainbow
Because the intolerance
Who wants us so cruel
Because of our unconsciousness
We want to remain perpetual.
Cannot die the sufferings
But poetry makes it beautiful
Such an evidence
Such a watercolor
And the brushes which dance
On our lives sparks,
Make the consciousness shine
Of our individual
Clamors and silences
When nights hitch us
In our dreams o
V. Poetic hymnV. Poetic hymn4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
While imagination takes shape,
At the bottom of a spirit, creativity,
Sometimes win by its originality,
Or the authenticity of pure feeling,
And touches the poetry of the heart.
With sound words,
About the wealth of the style,
The instinctive hatching of talent,
Made relive the purity of language,
Towards the correctness
where the rhythm harmonizes.
So be free in the expression,
Give to the writing an alchemy,
That touches the silence of a soul.
But under the impulses of moderation,
The shocking dreams are banned,
Such a sepulchre of an illustrious unknown artist,
Where the work dies on this ghost ship.
where we put down the intellect,
Papers are banished,
thoughts on your skinyour skin amazes me,thoughts on your skin6 years ago in Other More Like This
stretched finely and
softly on the bed,
I seek you in the dark
of the room
by the radar of my breath,
stretching my tongue to find you,
taste the fuzzy border of light
you create in the darkness,
leave slippery marks
and have you echo
echo the night
Depersonalizedepersonalize (transitive verb)Depersonalize4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1. make something impersonal
to take away or omit the qualities from something that make a person feel welcome or important
2. alienate somebody
to make somebody lose his or her sense of personal identity and external reality
I didn't think about it quite as much as I do now.
I didn't think hardly at all,
and I must admit it's sort-of all-consuming these days.
(she muttered, more as an afterthought than anything)
it's sort-of all-consuming when
I hear your name when
I curl up in that bed when
I listen to people who talk about God.
how I cared so much back then,
how you treated me like an object
and I knew it would happen,
how I wanted to die when you told me to lie,
how you acted it all out and I played along
and I knew it all along,
knew I would be your toy until I broke
you lost interest and found something
with more lights and
And how I don't
Missing KissingI miss kissing.Missing Kissing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I miss the pretty ones
like Valentine poetry
soft and gentle
imbued with the essence
languid, leisurely, lingering
These kisses taste,
as well as
traveling from lips, to jaw, to ear
I miss another type of kiss too,
the one that consumes.
It blazes through every fiber
including setting alight the
and leaving it in
This kiss mimics warfare-
it is a battle of two
to seize and possess
taking hostage words and concrete thought-
is taken as plunder.
tongues thrust and parry
Those kisses are
in a thousand
So I miss it-
Freeing the MagdalenesI dream of them, the nameless women.Freeing the Magdalenes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Young and old, condemned and broken.
I dream of the simple women
The poor women
The women who could not hide.
I dream of mothers who do not
Know the faces of their babies.
I dream of women harmed as I was harmed
And then cast away in blame.
I dream of splintering the doors
And defying the Sisters with my words
My ringing words.
I dream of running through stone halls
Giving names back to the women.
I dream of playing Moses
Leading the fallen women out
Freeing them from false shame.
I dream that we leave that place
Laughing, a living tide of women
Running for the low sweet hills.
I dream of tears, of joyful faces.
Their clambering words
And we plan to free the others, the children.
I dream of sad women made hopeful.
I dream of justice.
I dream of freeing the Magdalenes.
Autumn Follows SummerI always thought the leavesAutumn Follows Summer6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
would never fall,
that summer would last forever,
and I'd stay long enough
to see you smile.
I always thought the stars
would kiss me to sleep each night,
that the sun would wait an extra hour,
and you'd sleep by my side
in the moonlight.
I never thought the raindrops
would prove such poor confidantes;
they dried faster than my tears
and I couldn't tell them all the
secrets that I'd kept from you.
I never thought the snowflakes
would melt into my sorrows;
they blanketed the grounds quickly
and I couldn't find the path to
help me escape the past I'd lead with you.
I never thought the leaves
would fall, like I fell
for you, but time played tricks
with my heart, and autumn followed
summer, after all.
Whispers Through GlassFidgeting fingerprints stainingWhispers Through Glass4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remembering tousled thoughts and too many
spaces, pauses, stops.
In between words.
Secrets settling beneath
lopsided laughter, and shared
with only three sets of hands.
Wavering waves as the bus
pulls hearts apart, with
sun-ripened smiles and goodbyes.
Today, tomorrow is far, even
when talking into plastic cups.
Of Innocence and IndecencyHis smile tasted like sour candiesOf Innocence and Indecency5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and his eyes reminded her
of broken dolls and beheaded toys.
His hands felt like snakes,
coiled around her porcelain thighs like ropes
and his breath reminded her of rotting leftovers.
she was only a child
(but not for long
SpaceSpace is all but relative,Space3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And love can be a joke,
Yet nothing comes when we can't feel,
And if we never spoke.
A lifetime built on misjudged moments,
Taken without pause,
Can breed a mountain of resentment,
Without a needful cause.
And while the death of wriggling pain,
That fights to find an answer,
Takes that which we built a hope,
It makes a fearsome master.
A guess, an estimation brought,
Amongst the writhing darkness,
Helps to quell contempt; hate!
That's built from bitterness.
Callous, cold and frigid fears,
That sneer and rob of joy,
May laugh at how I live my life,
And methods I employ.
But do they know of innocence?
Of bravery? Of power?
Or is it only logic's house,
In which they choose to cower?
Does life revolve with planets turn,
A calm and peaceful motion,
Or is it dirty, painful - raw,
A cyclic strong emotion.
I love and that is all I feel,
That I can be right now,
Yet how can I move past this pain,
When my heart cannot allow.
All I know is I let go,
Of all I fear and ca