Crowd Standing. Anxious Groom. Empty Doorway.Noon had long past.Crowd Standing. Anxious Groom. Empty Doorway.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Like snakes shedding skin, the guests had cast off their drab coats in the heat of the stuffy sanctuary, revealing formal attire that ranged from vivid hues to muted pastels. Eager for entertainment, the guests squirmed with poorly concealed boredom. Their eyes finally halted on the groom, priest, and best man who entered through the side door.
A collective sigh of relief resounded as the pipe organ began to belt out the wedding march. The bridesmaids resembled peacocks as they strutted down the aisle in garish blue gowns and clung to their groomsmen. In their wake toddled the young ring-bearer. Each guest gravitated towards the back of the church, and they leaned forward in anticipation.
The song came to its conclusion, yet no bride appeared. The groom's stomach churned like a mixing bowl, sending butterflies to replace any warm feeling previously held in his chest. Distressed, he shot his best man an almost hysterical glance while blotting his sweaty palms on his
Desiccated AffectionsThe windDesiccated Affections2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Grasps, a rattling breath.
I can call the wind, tell it
To cease existing.
Black and blue bones,
Tattooed on pierced skin
With the mildew of un-wash tears
On the surface
Of abandoned faces.
To live alone,
to die alone
A rite of passage,
not found for love.
I am the definition of a heart broken soldier.
No more wars of the heart
As the sinew keeping the arteries connected
Are crumbling and deteriorating.
White rocked feet.
Burnout and parched lips.
I tried to kiss the heartbreaker
Her skin was made of starlight.
Truth is pale
Dishonesty is dark.
I am neither.
BrightI don't believe in sunshine--Bright2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Anything that shines so bright
Can only burn.
Stain me with your kisses
But I only crave your lies,
The sweetly scented fairy tales
That make up your disguise.
Leave nothing to imagination.
I've breathed your almosts
And I'm sick of this
Is a companion
You lure me in
With shimmering eyes,
I can't let you
In your magic.
You aren't real.
And even if you are,
You'll only burn me.
Isolated In SilenceLet that scarlet sound,Isolated In Silence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take you away,
To enjoy life another day.
Drum beats reverberate all around,
As your feelings of sorrow start to sway.
Let that noire noise,
Turn you off,
To hear life through cloth.
Cymbal clashes echo like a voice,
As your thoughts of worry weaken your worth.
Let that sapphire silence,
Twist your arm,
To view life without violence.
Nothing speaks but your inner charm,
As your dreams of simple sin makes no sense.
The Nature of ThingsHere, with my hands in the dirt.The Nature of Things2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I never imagined myself
as much of a gardener.
I never imagined I'd be much of a cook either,
let alone a poet.
knuckles so broken,
I can barely hold a pencil.
Every time I take a breath,
I feel the ribs that have not yet healed.
Though they should've,
So I guess I've changed.
So much so
there are times when I don't recognize myself
in the mirror.
who is this person standing before me?
Where did he come from?
When did he get here?
But I have no answers.
I guess this is the nature of things.
Though part of me longs to reach out.
To tell the `me that was,
there is a better way.
But there is no `me that was anymore,
only the `me
tied with twigs.She remembered the years ago that dwindled away,tied with twigs.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where crumpled paper and books lay on the dusty surface,
withering upon the unspoken tales of the moonlight;
her favorite words froze within the winter air,
convulsing shaking dying at ease,
for the mind was not of her own,
nor was the smile she wore that day.
The sparrows say the cardinal sinsThe sparrows say the cardinal sinsThe sparrows say the cardinal sins2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with crimson vanity.
They judge him from high in trees.
Virtue of smug humility.
They question him when he's away;
Is it hell the red bird seeks?
Dress down in brown and he'll be
safe from gnashing beak.
How dare he create a burning wind
and eat a worm that does not die.
To flut around without shame;
Does he not know how low he lies?
He must be cast far from the nest
with that black mask on his face.
How can he see Godliness?
Does he know conditions of grace?
So plucked from him his sin
Left to show his shame
Kept to the ground to know virtue
Now he and the sparrows are one in the same
what it waswe weren't meant to die together,what it was2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but rather be invited into waiting benches
under trees sprawled sweetly as
the weather warms
in love unaccounted for
I found you were off by seconds, miniscule
and uncanny, luminescent like green fireflies
outsinging fireworks in summer's faint allure
the ghost between two lights.
We listened but summer never had it,
never knew the way to your house,
never knew the thrill of
being near you.
Heartbeat LullabiesYour heartbeat lullabies areHeartbeat Lullabies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the bed time stories I've never heard.
i wish my voice could sing you to sleep, but my heartbeat already did.
ClearKnowledge dawns upon me,Clear2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the waters, eerily clear and lifeless like acid,
Recede from the shores of my mind
And dissolve away my ignorance.
I stand firm as the clearing waters reveal
A seabed of lies that once trapped and buried life beneath its surface,
Choking the ability to speak the truth.
As innocent life around me takes its last breath,
Acid burns my eyes and awakens me to new understanding,
And propaganda that once intimidated me like grand mountains
Now erode into meaningless grains of sand.
The world is clear now.
you are my careful ghosti. The air is thick and I'm drinking you in like sunlight through a silver straw,you are my careful ghost2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm feeling like my spine has come unzipped and my crayola red innards have become exposed to the cool air,
you're like the slivers in my fingers that I can't pull out,
maybe I should try scraping off layers of skin with tweezers,
goodbye dead cells, hello fresh meat,
damn, why are you so fresh as fuck.
ii. A whirlpool has developed beneath my chest so there goes my sense of sanity,
actually it's more like boiling water, bubbling, spewing out passed my eyes,
and all I've been asking for is for you to either take me or let me go,
let's be honest, I could try to say I am over this whole thing
but I'm not and I don't even want to be.
iii. So let's forget the world,
get lost in each others skin,
tracing ribs like jail bars,
running hands over heartbeats,
brushing lips with lonely aches.
Starry NightIt was a starry nightStarry Night2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I chose your eyes
from all fixed stars to be the ones
to illuminate my night skies
It was a starry night, we
sat on the rooftop and I
didn´t want to touch you because then
I wouldn´t be able to let you go anymore
It was a starry night, the stars
were dancing through the galaxies and
wrote our names on the ink-black sky
It was a starry night when you could
hear the voice of the universe
and we recognized our own insignificance-
when we sat there in infinite power,
risen above the city lights
It was a starry night when I was afraid
that the next moment anyone would
make the march of time continue
paint the sky in another colour
break the silence and
catch the shooting stars
cause if something´s perfect, it will never last
It was a starry night, we watched the falling stars,
you were smiling when you forgot to think of a wish,
no problem, fate, right next to me is everything I would ever wish for
It was a starry night, and if you were compl
1 in the MorningOne magic moment.1 in the Morning2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stolen from the mind,
And cast upon life.
Ripped from the womb of dreams,
Laid down wet on plastic ground.
The crinkle of teenage lust
Breaks the silence of ashamed nightfall.
Heavy breath released into awkward air,
Sealed tight within a tent of desire.
Unzipped fantasies exposed as frauds,
Leaving empty shells of all my hopes...
Body penetrated but heart untouched.
SelflessSelfless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I care too deep,
For those who weep,
For those who cannot seem to sleep.
I take their obligation,
Provide simple meditation,
Smiling and nodding at their explanation.
What's behind the screen,
Is often unseen,
I'm nothing but a comfort machine.
A thousand holders,
Resting on two shoulders,
Leaving me suffocating under thickened boulders.
Sunset at Sea~Sunset at Sea~Sunset at Sea3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The gilded horizon of sunset;
It casts golden gleams
across the gentle waves,
as seagulls cry their duet.
Another day melts into the sea;
This bittersweet moment
incites a gentle smile,
as peace settles within me.
The quiet sea rhythmically sways;
It hushes inhabitants to sleep
as the day's weary trials
roll, roll, roll away...
The First Thunder of JuneI could tell from the wayThe First Thunder of June2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the truck barreled down the road,
how its motor revved and caught on the air,
that a storm was coming.
The dog shook,
his twelve-year hips aching with the effort
of tucking his tail between his legs
in the hope that such displays of submission
would appease the weather.
They did not.
The sky turned feral and spat on the house.
While my old-hound panted
with his panic-wide eyes,
mine filled with awe and lightning.
Lake of DreamsWe could buy a boatLake of Dreams3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Live on the water
Selling barbeque and hamburgers
Showing Texas how to cook
As if the barbeque state
We could swim the coves
Bathing in moon light
On the open water
We could lose ourselves
Amongst the cliffs
Until the world
Was all but forgotten
We could find our own
Little piece of heaven
On this lake of dreams
With no past
To weigh us down
Let the waters
Wash these hands clean
Until the names
No longer matter
And we gracefully drift away
ComedownComedownComedown2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Lost in the desolation
Of love and its vices-
Like gentle snowfall,
You cry a silent storm.
Cheeks painted scarlett;
Harlot's lipstain or
Those flowers that lust for the dew of morning-
She was so much
Like brush strokes on a canvas of souls,
But she knew yours the best.
The silence of the breeze's reflection
Will meet your morning gaze,
Hollow, into the mirror.
Things aren't the same anymore-
Her laugh is missing from
Your familiar soundtrack;
Here at the edge of this world,
All is withered and torn.
As cold as sorrow,
Her ivory skin strewn
Over the pavement.
You always knew the city would
Ruin that perfect harmony;
You killed her before the fall.
My Winter GirlI fell for her in winter, my winter girlMy Winter Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she had rosy red cheeks and beautiful curls
Her skin was so pale, doves were ashamed
and she knew my heart well so she didn't play games
Oh but her heart was a frozen lake
water turned black by the deep cold
sending shivers of solitude in each wake
She didn't bestow anyone a smile,
one that would make her white teeth appear
a shocking contrast to her mellow style,
because she was so naive
Her rueful complexion only dawned my interest;
how can someone so detached to the world
also be the bravest?
This was my winter girl
emotions meek like the leaves that fell from the trees
long before winter started
Beauty so perplexing, her whole being was a painting
A stroke of scarlet would create her lips
Ashy undertones would establish her eyes
The trunk of a pine tree be her hair
She smelled of apples and cinnamon
the purest winter harmonies,
my beautiful winter girl...
The Past Of ManyThere is still the memory of you in my head and heart.The Past Of Many3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The empty space.
I don't love you anymore, yet the feeling is there.
I wonder if you think of me, daily, I know I do.
I wonder if your new girl knows, about me, about us.
The void between our hands is getting bigger and bigger.
When we meet,
What do you want me to say but inquire about your health?
Make polite conversation,
As she clings to your arm.
I've been slammed against a wall,
And it hurts so much.
I'm no longer the one.
No longer your everything.
I'm no one to you anymore.
Maybe I'm just no one to anyone.
I BelieveI believe in slowly developing negatives,I Believe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I believe in the heavy lenses, the bird eye focus, the pale glass pallet,
I believe in the darkened rose of a film reel, old Hollywood glamour, the vintage and forgotten,
I believe in the snapshots, the ones of songbirds, and christenings, and the old wood burning stove,
I believe in the shutter and click, the song of a closing moment, the birth of the artist, the Polaroid of a lost dream.