before I'm 30I want to dance in really high heels,before I'm 303 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hear a new Modest Mouse cd,
write a poem like Sage Francis.
I want to be kissed by someone who means it
need less medication
and no hospitals.
I want to read my work to someone who cries,
someone who laughs and someone who decides
to be a poet, even though they're still afraid.
I want to find the right words
to teach my daughter about love
and happiness and hope.
I want to be more practical most days
and more radical some days
and stand up to be counted
WelcomeI'm ready for a romance to ravage my heart and tear apart myWelcome3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dusty limbs, I'm waiting for someone to take my breath and
never give it back; I'm prepared to sell all I was for a trip
somewhere new - beyond the paper mistakes I sailed away
down the river long ago. (even rocks and leaden thoughts
won't let the truth sink.)
I left my being somewhere under a waning summer sun
when the trees hummed melodies of moving on;
my soul still stays there, porous and pining and
lost. Dying stars don't lead home.
it's more than just losing
your words, it's losing
I am someone who mourns Sunday morning for another lost
week. I am weak, I am of mice and the men who cower
beneath compromisable truths. I have already
made more mistakes than loose fingers in
two days and a little breathing room.
I am not special. I am the worst
kind of normal, and further
more, I am sorry.
I am me.
SalatShe rotates gracefully.Salat1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today, she practices prayer behind the pillars
near the stairwell of the student commons.
Yesterday she could be seen in A building
by the rec room quiet and alone; content.
Monday I saw her situated near C building,
where I assume she has been studying art.
She rotates because it is salat; Muslim prayer.
When she prays her hijab falls over her face
in small folds, silent folds, worrying folds.
I’ve never seen her hair do the same.
But I push my bangs out of my eyesight,
cursing their constant presence and yet
adapt to my poorly-cut lengthy male strands
and pilgrim on by the makeshift masjid
in the student commons at the college.
I’ve never seen her.
I’ve never seen her rotate gracefully for me,
like an American woman would for a man:
“How does this look? Do you like it?”
She is not seeking validation; rather,
she rotates for herself so she doesn’t
hear the grin of the atypical American male:
thoughts of an attractive woman applying lipsticki trace the colour on my lips the waythoughts of an attractive woman applying lipstick1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
ladies in Cosmo blow their husbands.
if we met in a life after this one,
i hope you'll dance with thunder
and sell your soul to the desert
for a chance to marry me under
a chandelier of moonlit rain, for
a chance to sti--tch my soul onto
yours with wet threads and blue
petals, crushed and plastered on
a portrait hanging in our library.
the tragedy isn't unrequited love,
it is the universe whose troops of
stars shoot mockingbirds & scoop
their blood into thick pottery jars.
it is that nobody deserves sorrow
born out of a dream they thought
they had the right to have. and
some poets in my tattered books
opened my eyes to love, Do love
a woman, love a man; love her
hard, love him deeply, and shout
out je t'aime a la folie in an old
tourist house from the top of the
Sceptique Atlantique / Skeptical Atlantic (fr/eng)Si nous avions gardéSceptique Atlantique / Skeptical Atlantic (fr/eng)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
le bleu des cigarettes
sans les cendres autour
les compagnons de route n'aiment rien que la route
les compagnons du doute n'aiment rien
que le rien
à force d'y voir clair il n'y a que la mer
If we had kept
the blue of cigarettes
without their ashes around
companions of the road love nothing but the road
companions of doubt love nothing
the clearer you see only the sea remains
Frantz, 30 juillet / july 2013
WAITING FOR THE ASHES (+audio by toxic-nebulae)The night engulfs her fleetingWAITING FOR THE ASHES (+audio by toxic-nebulae)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
paths, while crimson twilights
hover by her fingertips.
Then prowls the beast
her ashes waiting
to turn into fire
Frantz, january / february 2013
French freestyle version
des crépuscules pourpres
s'attardant au bout des doigts
quelques lignes de fuite
Alors rôde la bête
de ses propres mains
il lui faut tourner encor
Poeme du jour 5 / Daily poem 5 (iai-do)Poeme du jour 5 / Daily poem 5 (iai-do)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mon sang sur l'écorce
de votre coeur
My blood on the gray
of your heart
Frantz, 4 janvier 2012
LE ROYAUME ET L'ABYSSE (+ audio)LE ROYAUME ET L'ABYSSE (+ audio)3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Le Royaume et l'Abysse
Sur ma couronne froide et sur mon trône vide,
Passant, arrête-toi, et médite un moment.
Ce spectre aux ongles noirs, ami de mon tourment,
Dévore-t-il toujours mon regard impavide ?
Vois-tu à travers lui une France abattue,
À la robe froissée, au sein blanc sans chaleur,
Affligée, à genoux, accablée de douleur ;
Mangée par ses corbeaux, sans espoir, sans issue ?
Vois mon peuple mourant, vois l'ennemi aux portes !
Vois les dons de mon Père à l'aune de ce viol !
« Le Sage » était son nom ; de moi, on dit « Le Fol »,
Azincourt a sonné la fin de nos cohortes !
Mon corps de soubresauts tutoie le précipice
Tandis que je m'éteins dans les cendres et le fer.
De toute part les loups sont vomis par l'enfer...
- À jamais rimeront le Royaume et l'Abysse !
Frantz Août 2012.
heart of my heart.when the sky is high and the ocean is deep; when the wind is singing and the stars are sighing; when the trees are whispering secrets of life into open ears and when the soil is warming under the waking sun: these are the moments in which i know. these are the moments in which i can tell. it is the moment between the silence and the breath between the words. it is the moment when time suspends and the pencil stills and the sentences don't flow, but rather clog and jam and fold unto themselves so that they are impossible to pick apart and understand.heart of my heart.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
these are the moments in which i know.
it is the moment when you first wake and your first motion isn't to stretch or yawn or awaken your slumbering muscles, but rather to pull me closer into the radiating heat of your chest. it is the moment when the afternoon has stilled and the noise has muted and in the middle of the mundane normalcy you look my way and somehow turn the most ordinary of minutes into something more. it is the moment that
Through the LightThe cancer took Mary on a Friday, just after three in the morning. She was laying in bed, sleeping. I sat in the chair near the window, reading something, I forget now what, trying not to think about the moment, only thinking about the moment. It had just finished raining, and I had the window to the room cracked, the scent of fresh condensation floating in from the garden outside. The air smelled pure and relaxed. It was lovely.Through the Light3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was dozing slightly when the EKG started to beep. It took me several seconds to realize what exactly I was hearing, not that it mattered much. By the time I was out of the chair, the nurse had walked in. She moved down the corridor from the lobby to the room with calm purpose, her steps quick but not rushed. She kept a forced, tiny smile at the corners of her mouth, an expression I’m sure she had used hundreds of times, and nodded to me as I dropped the book. She went straight to the machine and silenced the godawful alarm.
She checked Mary’s pul
FamilyI dreamed one night of a fieldFamily2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in that field there stood a door
There was no roof, no walls, no building
Only a grand doorway standing there alone
As I stood before that strange door
It slowly opened, light flooded around me
For a time I was blinded by the brilliance
Then I saw, beyond the door a stairway
Filled with curiosity I moved on forward
Through that entrance, then up the stairs
Slowly I climbed, higher and higher
Until at last I reached the top
There I stopped, my heart filled with joy
Gazing around at the bright country
All around me was perfect beauty
Yet I felt the beauty of the land unimportant
What was important was the crowd
Who had all gathered to welcome me.
All around were the loved ones I’d lost
Family and friends I knew were dead
They gathered close, welcoming me to that land
Each telling me that they were eager for the day
When I would come there to stay for good
Oh how I wished I could stay with them!
Then I was
S i l h o u e t t e.She is a ghost of her former self.S i l h o u e t t e.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her once colourful emotions
are now all hues of grey.
As the scars on her arms fade,
she disappears with them,
leaving only a shadow of what used to be.
She is just another silhouette
dancing under the strong old tree.
Ready To FlyAlone in my nest of hopelessnessReady To Fly5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit on the edge wondering what it's like to be free.
Each day I spread my wings,
But each day the gust of sorrow blows me back in the nest again.
So I frantically scurry to the edge to look down bellow
And wonder why it's so hard...
My mind wonders what it would be like if I fell right then and there,
Wonders if anyone'll notice,
Wonders if anyone'll care.
I finally drain my brain of those horrible thoughts,
Then go sleep again.
Dreaming of what its like to fly,
What its like to be free,
What its like to feel the soft breeze on my dark feathers.
Today, I will fly.
Today I will break away from this dreadful life,
From this horrible fear.
So I spread out my wings,
Close my small, experienced eyes,
And scream my battle cry,
For I am ready to fly!
Broken HeartI never thought this day would come,Broken Heart3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
where the two of us would come undone.
Our intertwined fingers slowly letting go,
tonight I cry the notes of woe...
Within my head I dare to seek
the memories, now bound with grief.
All alone, I let it fade...
Like black ink on a worn out page.
My heart tightens as I yearn for you,
and to watch your lips form the words "I love you."
Your reason for leaving me, made no sense,
I was only angry due to your pretense.
Your silent confessions, weren't spoken loud enough,
I was too naive to think our love was enough.
But that one little moment, tore our worlds apart,
And that tear left a scar on my broken heart...
Farewell LoveI try to bury you again,Farewell Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The scent of our love,
is now a dreadful stench
and I can no longer stand the rot
M'lady, I've dreamt of my rebirth
in the warmth of your arms,
between life and death
and love and death
in the limbo that stands still
you've proven hard to forget
Your still image is imprinted
within my youthful years
like a martyr, love stayed after death
and in my grave I stir and toss
yet it feels like lying in your embrace
A champion in forgetting,
that's how I was nicknamed,
but your memory was nailed
a hopeless love refusing to end,
though I died listening to your heartbeat.
Seeds of DoubtSeeds of Doubt3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These seeds of doubt these,
They seem to grow like little tiny trees.
These seeds of doubt these,
They seem to make me unable to believe.
These seeds of doubt these,
They seem to be spreading like disease.
These seeds of doubt these,
They seem to awake me from your lies.
These seeds of doubt these,
They seem to be the death of you.
These seeds of doubt these,
They seem to make me smarter than you think.
Forever AloneThat painful sting of loneliness,Forever Alone3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the feeling in your gut
when love has taken off and left you
dying in a rut.
That dreadful stab of jealousy,
the burning rage within,
while watching happy lovers laugh
and kiss and talk and grin.
The disappointed stomach ache,
the woeful broken heart...
wanting love but knowing that you
never will take part.
Alone and bored and what's the point?
Your life is just a waste.
The bitter tang of loneliness
is all you'll ever taste.
up into my throatdo not blame me when I cry as you chase other tails thanup into my throat3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mine and please stop talking as if nothing's wrong because
everything is as long as there is space between our mouths.
I'm slightly ashamed to admit that I might just miss your
dirty looks more then I miss our entangled fingers or late-night
cuddle sessions, but I find myself quivering in bed with your
memory on my fingertips and my fingers in between my thighs.
we're made out of sound. built up from wanton moans and
slippery words and twisted whispers and desperate coughs and
surprised gasps and suppressed sobs and the sloppy smacks of
colliding lips and a terrible, terrible silence that knots
my veins and floods my mouth like vomit.
I would spit you out if I could. I would thrash my fingers into my
throat and then pick the bits of you from between my teeth. but
you have spread through my veins like a poison, you are tangled
all around my bones and knotted into my larynx. I couldn't get
you out even if I tore apart my skin
I Still Love YouI'm sorry I'm not perfectI Still Love You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry I can only try
But it hurts when you get angry
And you don't say why
You look at me in tears
Sometimes you almost shout
The frustration you bring upon me
The anger you bring out
I'm mad because I care
I want nothing more than to see you smile
I just want to help
And believe me
I'll be here a while
When you cry
My eyes tear at the seams
When you're sad
Rain clouds haunt my dreams
But when you laugh or smile
My lips curl up too
You still just make me so happy, I only wish I could express
How much I still love you.
Not enoughIt's not the wrong wordsNot enough3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or the mistake you've made
It's the lies you tell to me
When you try to hide the truth
How could I ever trust you
When the one I love the most
Smiles, tells everything is fine
While whole world is falling apart
And the look on your face
When I wasn't what you excepted
I shattered your beautiful dream
Turned it into cold reality
As I couldn't fullfill your wish
Oh how I hate myself
I'm never enough for you
I cannot change inner me
Nor the emotions I have
I'm beautiful no more
Your love has withered
Was it only for my looks
Did you care after all
You won't admit it to me
From your eyes I see the truth
I was near perfect to you
But never perfect enough