how to pay the plumberthe sun is born of ink that leaks from dog-eared galaxieshow to pay the plumber11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the night is made of copper eyes that pipe the constellations
but we are too polite to stare.
any hand that may brush my back must bleed the alphabet
from wearied fingertips, and this is why:
happiness is ice and crinkled bones all wrapped up warm in the
childless rings of saturn
and your smiling face-of-a-cliff that scorches pretty spring skin dry.
we will never say we will never love so
i will die beside,
you die below.
Dionaea MuscipulaWatch and be enthralled asDionaea Muscipula9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Aphrodite lullabies with love songs
using her luscious lips and
nimble tongue, trident-pronged-
promises so serene, one cannot resist
She is like cursed vino
maddening yet too numbing, too giving of peace of mind
for a drunk to refuse slipping sips
All hail! All hail!
One can only imagine how succulent
the dew caressing her form must be
As the liquid collects
into her cavities,
You fall deeper
into the mercy of her eyes;
in their reflection is you, utterly mesmerized
You are a gaunt-legged youth
and as you approach the diosa
so do you your desolation
All hail! All hail!
Her fingers are hing
don't you stop 'til you know you're gone the bone-flutes are flooding out my lucidity.don't you stop 'til you know you're gone11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
nothing makes sense, but everything belongs.
the sheets are oily and hot on my skin.
exhausted, i try to escape,
only to drop out of reality and through the floors.
her god reeks of whiskey and stale tobaccoshe speaks in monochromeher god reeks of whiskey and stale tobacco8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
stringing together words in every shade of blue
she choked on the sea.
syllables crashed against her teeth
wearing away the enamel
and carving out monuments in honor of all the things
she never meant to say.
tiny birds with oil-slick wings
and salt-stripped throats drowned in her esophagus.
she prays to a god that reeks of whiskey
and stale tobacco;
his eyes are as barren as an arctic tundra
but he loves her
like he loves the lichens growing on his spinal cord.
compared to the vastness of his embrace
her pollution is nothing more
than a prism of color after the rain.
her veins took root when
The River Acheron(a movement of blood - destiny)The River Acheron1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is a place where life ends and love begins..
It is the river where lovers meet
~ A river forged in deepest scarlet.
Lost in the silence of blackened candles,
clad in silhouettes of poison I seek love
In the song of a ravaged dawn I hath drowned
Deep in the flesh of the underworld I bathe in
the nectar of requiem
O' father, caress my untamed wounds with
your dread, lest I wander among angels
Dark'n dreary the river's sorrow, as shadows
spill from mine eyes unto gardens of ebony
where my ache forever sails in portraits
of scarlet & decayed dreams
Dead Bodies Don't Cryi.Dead Bodies Don't Cry10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are born with twisted feet
and a pockmark on your chest.
Your poor mother is drenched in sweat,
straining to breathe,
thanking God it's over.
She cradles you in her arms
and kisses your forehead with curved lips.
Your father reaches out to hold you
but has to pause because
your mother will not release you yet.
The family pays a visit,
hovering in awe, praising, laughing.
You look around for someone to blame.
When you learn to write
you use all the wrong letters
because you feel sorry for the ones
that get left out, like X and Z.
And you wear mismatched clothes
because you don't like the idea that
only certain c
mad houseyou are a moan thatmad house7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
crawls like a tarantula
down the hall to my room.
papier-mâché girls dance
in the garden, wild women, burning
with their dreams of becoming
skeletons, and through their
parchment skin i can see their
wasted hearts struggling to beat.
a dead boy visits me at night.
i lie rigid in my bed, paralysed
while he stands by my window, white
as the underbelly of a fish,
still dripping with water
from the ocean that stole his life.
and i can still feel their hands
as cold and rotten as the hands
of a corpse,
the prick in my backside while
they fill me with their venom.
they rape me of my life
five lies they told me about the sky ifive lies they told me about the sky10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"my daddy said that he'd come back from the moon
and bring me something to keep in my room.
he told me that when he and his friends launched
into the sky, i would be able to see him.
when the man had counted down to zero,
i had looked up at the horizon, and saw nothing
but fire and smoke. my mom had cried and
told me to come inside because we had to talk."
"'i'm boarding a plane from boston to la,
and me and the kids will see you tomorrow.'
i was still asleep when my phone had rang
when my wife called me from logan.
that's the last message she had sent to me,
and the last time i ha
UtopiaYou write poems about love and hateUtopia10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You write them about pain and fate
You believe words can set you free
You believe they can make you see
See the reality the way it is
See it as everybody else sees
But, really, nothing is real
It's only about how you feel
How you feel about who you are
About if you can get so far
Far enough to find your freedom
Enough to build your own kingdom
A place where you can be calm
Hold your future inside your palm
If you can find that utopic place
Where your mind is free of haze
Invite me over for a drink or two
So I can drink from that fountain too
a drug or choosingYour oily prints upon my eyesa drug or choosing10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blessed art thou
You bleed through the cracks in my walls
Eyes, pores in every centimeter of wallpaper
Watching me sleep, watching my night-mare
The horse running from the fire-like river
Pouring down the mountain to the plains below
Engulfing my atmosphere in golden red smoke
I am not addicted
POP! goes the Bubble .I'm twirling in ecstasy, feeling high on life,POP! goes the Bubble .10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
almost as if my fingertips are caressing the sky;
I'm living in a bubble, think the air around is cursed,
so please don't rush in heart-first like a fool
and make it burst.
red cocktail dressesyou remind me of those women,red cocktail dresses6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the ones with curled eyelashes and thick
tight red cocktail dresses,
look up at boys
with pale moon eyes.
my dreams are shrouded in white fumes
of last year's chemical reaction,
and i wish my hands would
when i listen to the rustling
its hustling clocks
and yellow cabs,
i wonder if you still love me,
the way we should
love one another,
but only sinners shed
i wonder how long you've lied
because my seams are opening,
and my pulse is
and i'm worried
i'll be one of those women,
drowning in their
rising from the riverit's one of the drowned days; those that dragrising from the river10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like hooks through a river,
turning dead things
belly-up on your shores. listen.
i am listening. to name it lover,
this ripening ache stretched
between us; to know
what it is you carry. you
are a deep silence gardened
by ghosts; hanging
from the hinges of a sprawled
elsewhere. (they are here
still, pacing the long brim
of your memory around
to the long brim of mine.)
i too have been drowning.
if not by one stone,
then another. the autumn quiet
of the body
in bed. this language named skin,
beast, temple, home. underwater,
you open your mouth; amniotic
void of unspeaking, horiz
after you diedi.after you died4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they asked me if there was something
of yours that I wanted to keep
to keep your eyelashes, your breath,
I said this, and they looked
sad, said they meant did I want your
clothes and possessions, your things
I didn't know what I wanted
cradling my head with my arms and
quietly saying no over and over
dry with the taste of morning sickness
and old seawater
a month later, I wanted all your clothes
I was scrub-faced and tired
of the walls hurt my eyes, buried in wet
towels, sleeping naked on the floor every
I fucked somebody else
after the funeral
"somebody else" sound
Four Things She Thought About Before She Jumped1.Four Things She Thought About Before She Jumped1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She thought about her sister and how the shape of her face
became foreign in certain light, as if carved by the hands of a man
who had spent too much time on oil and canvas
to remember his own skin. Her eyes began to resemble chips of ice
as they filled with rainwater; the world like a river
that runs over them and
She thought about her sister
trying to talk in her sleep
the way her tongue flapped uselessly
about her mouth, a coil of smooth muscle pinning itself
to her teeth. It spat syllables
like broken stones. She thought about her sister spread across
the bed sheets, palms turned upw
palpitationsMy veins,palpitations9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
blue born licorice whips,
weaving webs for blood spiders on my thighs,
thin cerulean shoelaces tying knots around my wrists,
hold fast, heartbeats pumping like gasoline,
I am living, but I am not alive.
the sum of your partsI can find in many othersthe sum of your parts10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sum of your parts,
They're scattered, disjointed,
Disconnected by miles.
One may have your eyes,
But only with a certain look,
Another the glimmer
Of what could be your smile.
I could try to convince myself
I'd heard something you'd say
From the mouth of another,
But not in your voice.
There are many parts of you
I'd despise in any other,
But you're so much greater
Than the sum of your parts.
apatothe ocean air is sellingapato2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
moist and salty caresses
there is a metaphor to take
in each skimming wave
but I am tired so I
so I will
will let it rest
my turning mind
with the tides
with the gilled creatures
below the rhythmic surface
gulping gaping gas-gasping fish mouths
mine will open too and
open till wide enough
for the cry clenched in my
throat to caw-claw
its way out till I am
chorusing with the seagull
and if I fall
into the water now
it will envelop me
wrap its foam arms around
touch its crest to my head
kiss me dead
I will be complacent
in its sea indoctrination
this is how I will stay
above the darkness
infinite below me
held under.viii.held under.1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"You're supposed to be dead" was the first thing he said when he found her sitting on his bed.
But then she said, "So are you," and he saw the tire marks on her chest, the bloodied hands black with grit in her shirt and her tired eyes, wet like his and he had no words.
"I'm not letting you drive," he was told at lunch.
When they got to the truck after class, though, he was handed the keys. Pocketing his wallet and bracing a boot on the driver's side, he curled his mouth in triumph.
The heavy passenger door fell closed with a slam and he jerked the wheel. Hands hit his shoulder. "Fuck off, Adam."
They rumbled to
In Piecesrum-lust lips make gentle friends,In Pieces5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
words slurred in hands blurred,
burning in between the lines to find
drunken concoction of wilted laughs
and heavy sighs, scented sultry
you are that
rasping in my throat when my voice
deteriorates and I am left breathless
and hopeless and raw, my
muscles ache in memory of the
motions to forget-
we do not let go.
and cold beds call, stability,
metal frames and sunken heads –
rest now, rest with
a prayer on your lips you don't
care to share, a dream in
your mind you'll never get back;
rest and the earth will lend you peace
you will stop. the rivers will cle
the fault in our stars1. face about the starsthe fault in our stars11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are one boy with ironclad dreams
and a paper heart
one day you will be a man, and
you must remember that only men
can burn down the sky
2. don't forget that this is a lucid dream
remember how you were born;
remember how your hands were tiny
and how they clutched at the air
as if you could grasp it--
become its master and use it
as a tool of your will
did you ever think those hands
would grow bigger--did
you ever think those hands would
bring me to love you
did you ever think
3. sometimes i marvel at the words i create
and the irony that the ones i say never matter
i would tell you i'm sorry,
helium balloon lungshelium balloon lungs10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i. You write me notes scribbled on sandpaper
and I run them across my face,
scraping away layers of saccharine skin,
ii. Your eyes, made of cookie crumbs,
I'd like to dip them in milk
and watch them melt,
smoking like dry ice,
iii. You churn my childish heart
in circles and in circles
till I slip into cardiac arrest,
iv. I just remembered that time you
wrapped your arms around me like vines
and held me until you couldn't,
v. Oh what I'd give for a pair of
fortune cookie lungs,
exhaling self-fulfilling prophecy,
vi. I've been fishing for horoscopes,
pasting them onto my bedroom walls
and on the backs
pumpkins, pogo-sticks, and lip-to-lippumpkins, pogo-sticks, and lip-to-lip8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the leaves haven't fallen yet.
maybe this year, they will not.
i am sick of things dying prettier than they live.
i am walking streets full of dead carcasses
and making sure to step on them to feel the bones crack
beneath my feet and it makes me feel powerful
and alive and deadly and beautiful.
i am three months away from january
and my unfulfilled new year's resolution is still
sitting heavily on my collarbone, trickling down my ribs
melting into the soles of my shoes.
last year, i celebrated the new year in my friend's friend's apartment
in india and two minutes after the countdown was over,
people set off fire
baby, we're going downbaby, we're going down1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
your eyes grasp my heart, waiting for me to pull away,
to laugh, to say i didn't mean it.
your eyes plead to admit i'm lying.
but i'm not.
you're wanted and needed.
you're welcome here.
we're two lost souls,
holding on to the only thing we have left.
our sanity. and even that is slipping away.
so let's talk away the darkness, kid.
and let's forget the ache for one more night.
you're my only companion for when the nights get long,
so let's shrug it off.
it never happened.
all this is gone.
i wished you'd rely on me.
and apparently my wish is your command.
the quicksand used to drag you