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.
Of Innocence and IndecencyHis smile tasted like sour candiesOf Innocence and Indecency4 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
Dysmorphic Feature.my skin prickles asDysmorphic Feature.6 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.
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.
PerspectiveYears of torment ravage me,Perspective6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So many things I hide,
All batter uncontrollably,
And eat me up inside.
My words are nothing anymore,
The musics left my head,
My clarity walks out the door,
My bodys full of lead.
I opened up to try and change,
To try and make some sense,
Of all the fear and all the pain,
Of numbness I dispensed.
Yet Im so raw and very sore,
I cannot see the light,
Through all the sadness I ignored,
My small pathetic plight.
How can I moan that Im alone?
And dealing with this stuff?
When there are those without a home?
And cannot eat enough.
When there are those who lose a spouse,
Or lose a child one day,
When there are those whos only house,
Is crumbing away.
I am to help all those in need,
To always love and care,
To suffer for this worthy deed,
I guess is rightly fair.
writhe writhewrithe4 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
Muse. the night is warm with fingers tightly curled around silkMuse.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
locks of hair, guiding her face in the direction of the moon
to melt the frost that clings desperately to the inside of her
breath comes in excited bursts and stains the horizon with
hand-drawn expectations; the outlines are thick with promise and
filled with possibilities. the flawless panes of sky mirror
thick vocals pour through speakers and press into the places her
hands have missed on your skin, filling in the scarred indents from
forceful fingertips and sharp words. she smoothes you over and settles
Translating the DifferenceSing to me songs in languages I do not understand.Translating the Difference3 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,Melody2 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
Reincarnated DreamsOne night I dreamed a thousand days,Reincarnated Dreams5 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.
He Doesn't Need to KnowHe doesn't know I love him.He Doesn't Need to Know5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hide it in the places no one else knows;
sandwiched among the fondest of memories
thriving between my pores.
I am healed by it in the places unseen,
Bridging fissures in my soul and
Folding creases in my heart.
I protect it in cascades of moments,
Masquerades of silly smiles
and crooked grins.
I will share it once he knows
and I will thank him
for not knowing that I love him.
on forgettingmy skinon forgetting2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a selective amnesiac.
I can explain:
every scar that I've ever given myself
is documented, measured, inked up
and on display—
a curio of a time gone by, a memory
I'm too far gone to repine.
but every wound you've inflicted
faded to barest white
as soon as you turned your back:
I am holy and pure
and it is as if you never were.
chasedo you believechase2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in stockholm syndrome?
& let me love you-
i'll show you how
it can hurt
to feel so good,
how the dark
turn violence to passion.
& i will turn your eyes
a fledgling green,
show you that
pleasure and pain
are two chambers
of the same heart,
of the same being.
do you believe
by the end of the night,
my dear, you will.
SpaceSpace is all but relative,Space2 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
Whispers Through GlassFidgeting fingerprints stainingWhispers Through Glass3 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.
Bad Mouth Habitsi.Bad Mouth Habits4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I carry God around in my lip like he's chew,
spitting his name out in poems like potholes,
I make everything a simile
for the hold he has on me.
When it comes to men,
I've the appetite of a Roman housewife,
I take, I taste, I tear,
swallow and then then toss up
for the next course.
I don't kiss anyone so dearly
as the glass pipe bridged between lips
Jameson, you're an Irish Lad,
a young ram of bucking proportions,
I let you rattle around my mouth
til I herd you in
Sometimes there's nothing so sweet
as the jack-hammer of angry words
or the steel trap clamp of silence.
I exercise my oral rights in
thoughts on your skinyour skin amazes me,thoughts on your skin5 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
stellar nurseryat 1 A.M.stellar nursery2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an impossible being,
a creature made of photons and
a spark of cosmic radiation.
I want to intrench my fingers
in the netting between stars
and pull hard,
shifting the feverish glow of galaxies
a bright toxic blue,
enveloping entropy in my mouth
like an old lover.
at this hour, planetary rotation
and axial tilt
transform me into a magician;
in my outstretched palm
a fiery conglomeration
Starless FaithI saw no stars were out tonight;Starless Faith3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not one to wish on with delight.
Not one could I see, bright or dim...
Perhaps the moon had taken them?
How could i wish!
How would I see!
With no stars in the sky for me?
And, then a thought began to fall:
What if I could not see at all?
Would wishes then be obsolete,
And nothing born of hopes and dreams?
Is all null outside of mine eyes?
"Nay!," said Faith, in full supply!
I realized then that we receive
All our heart and soul believes!
So, blackest skies
Or, brightest fires
Tis Faith provides our heart's desires!
Athena Pierce ©2011
MigrantsMy hands have been on your body.Migrants7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They have left delicate little depressions in your skin.
We have stopped the current of time
(the digital clock on the nightstand just blinks).
Your red hair
has stained my flesh pink,
has named me yours in pastel.
It leaves war paint down my chest and
around my thighs in crooked lines.
When time finds the alarm clock
I rise a cherried warrior -
and you are a dotted line map,
a replica of our tour through two a.m. in the summertime
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
steps in letting gobathed in sleepsteps in letting go2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as if emerging from a dream
I rise, sick with
splintered, spangled, dewy irises
and a throat tense with
imagine that I don’t
as I cross through worlds,
cover my footsteps,
pluck the lilies I had planted
and leave you barren.
imagine that my love,
sticky as the nectar of peaches
and far less sweet,
was little more than a
pit for you to choke on,
a lump of sap
to dissolve in your mouth.
imagine that I
leave you much as I
always have been:
as the last lingering
snowdrops of spring.
last of all, imagine
(and this is most important)
that you don’t feel
my presence here
PuppeteerTry to tarnish his name,Puppeteer6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Use him as your puppet,
Break every promise,
I am nothing to you.
Attack me and beat me,
Leave me inhaling dust,
Watch me cry and fight you,
I am nothing to you.
Protect your wealth and status,
Take all sincerity away,
Why should you care for love?
I am nothing to you.
Youve chewed more than you can swallow,
Watch as you choke on your hate,
Convulse in your falsities,
You were never nothing to me.
VII. Without daring to say a word.VII. Without daring to say a word.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without daring to say a word.
There are fragile words
Which form outlines
Of a vulnerable life.
In the autumn colors
Disturbed by the noise
Of the rain on windows.
At the end of the day, the somber
Reality becomes a burden.
This woman is invaded by anxiety
Her tired spirit, on the alarming
Silence of the language, is slowly
Dying on this kiss of the other one.
He, who believes with his smile
To understand everything
by watching at her crying.
He, with his stupid words, he hammers
The commonness with his unsightly facies,
His absent glance in front of her who doubts
In the gust of feelings.
Quiet, he falls asleep,
she stares at him
Silently with sadness,