Odessai.Odessa2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like this, you come to
me; moonlight on water,
a desert mirage, only
In dawn, you are
aglow: the sun becomes
a wisp of dream, like
You were cold insideYour lips tasted ofYou were cold inside2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
summer, of warm days and
relaxing by the
pool side and
smiling against the sun.
You should have been too hot,
too sticky, too humid.
You should have
overheated, should have
melted into your bones until
they turned to ashes, but
it never happened.
I suppose I should have
seen it coming, but
I was so moonstruck over
the way you said my name, so
in love with the idea
of love, that I
didn't notice the way
your eyes bled
cold watertrappedcold water2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in cold water
of apricot sheets
let me sink
broken veins of sea
and gemm'd seashells
come at me gently
i kiss more softly
he's accidentally profoundgrotesque images from my subconscioushe's accidentally profound2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
traipse shakily across the dark crevice beneath
the smooth golden line of his cheekbone
R.E.MThere's a dream dripping off my eyelids,R.E.M3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
crawling down the sleep-marks on my shoulders,
evaporating from the windowsills.
I can taste you, too distant, too much like water.
There's a plane lifting my heart away,
leaving my palms clinging to its departure.
I soak my lips in a cup of wishes,
with too little sugar and an empty chamomile teabag.
I swallow them along with my faith,
and I call you.
That word has never felt so long.
There's a door slamming before me
and I don't recall whether I should push or pull
and I'm too indecisive to try at all.
There's a thunderstorm coming
and I'm already half drenched,
waiting for something a little more pure
The propinquity of what I want
is too illusory.
I just want to learn the dynamics of sleep.
ti wrote you a lettert2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i slept for twenty hours
then i realised
that i loved you in a language
you couldn't understand
and if she loves you
with her body, and
that is what you understand
then i hope
you can be happy
and i hope one morning
you wake up and realise
that you aren't
possessionhow much of you do I ownpossession11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the crescents between
, the inflection of your voice,
your opinions on Descartes
and physics and the
will you spill them into my hands
like red wine,
can I call them mine
A ThoughtThe best art is madeA Thought2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
By those who care not for fame,
But who love their craft.
In a perfect world,
The Bard's name is a secret,
But his tale is known.
Alcoholismgenius is destined to become simplicityAlcoholism2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the mouths of those who do not understand
the word tumbling from his thickened tongue,
that catch upon themselves and lodge between
his yellow teeth—
lunacy passed through the ears of listeners—
The Ballad Of A Broken HeartMy soul is blackened by the so called love you declare.The Ballad Of A Broken Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart is shattered in the light of my own despair.
There's light in the darkness just out of my reach.
There's a hole in my chest where a bullet has breached.
Time consumed by war and loathing.
I'm burning alive, fire is my clothing.
There are those thankful, those hateful, those in spite.
I am the few that is broken, lost, but willing to fight.
My face forever stained and soaked in tears.
Though I am the nightmare of my own fears.
I choose to stand where other's lay still.
This is the ballad of a broken heart's will.
.i want words in my skin.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is not enough for them
to sit just on the underside
i want to feel them gathered in
the creases of my joints and
i want to see them forming in my fingerprints
i want to see every last inch black and blue
Who We AreWho We Are.Who We Are3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We cant deny who we once were
because who we once were
made us who we are today.
plantpots on window ledgesplantpots on window ledges,plantpots on window ledges2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like sparse lion-weeds
sprinkled at the whim of a
young child's breath,
oversee grass grow,
longing to live in between the
green blades and soak up rainwater
instead of fluoride-infused
human mandated minerals.
waking upand imagine my surprisewaking up2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when my insides bloomed
into so many dandelions,
and in a single breath
The Courier Eirik surveyed the impressive façade of the Temple of Myralo with concern, brow furrowed, fingers worrying the loose leather strap that kept his dagger in its sheath. It was certainly a pretty building. Everywhere he looked there was beauty to behold – from the intricately detailed vine-and-leaf patterns carved into the cloud-white exterior, to the elaborate mosaic of Prismeryl, Twin Deity of Beauty dominating the archway above the temple’s entrance.The Courier3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hanging next to the ornately wrought gate into the temple’s courtyard was a “Help Wanted” sign. It, too, was beautiful, written in a light script by a steady hand, and assuring any applicants that the pay would be more than sufficient. Eirik didn’t doubt it. If there was one thing the Prismeryllian priests and priestesses were known for (and there were many things they were known for) it was being as free with their pocketbo
It rained last MondayWith the red bootsIt rained last Monday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the wet,
an unavoidable stone,
in the runoff.
Black snail road,
not dirt path,
you are Colossus
.don't come to me at 2am.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when your heart starts to split
its nuts and bolts
and your eyes are threatening to
burst their banks
i will be too busy trying to
solder my own
laying down sandbags and praying
the tide comes no higher
.she became a seabed no.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
anchor could grip, with a
habit of turning everything
into a shipwreck
sacrificewe danced for rainsacrifice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but came up eights, not sixes
and the ditchwater flooded our nostrils
we lay face down at sunset
and still the crops won't grow.
TLWMsT 13Maybe if twenty billion people knew what song birds were saying,TLWMsT 132 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe things would be a bit