Tell Me A StoryTell Me A Story5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me a story about love,
Like how you write them with your lips,
Paint them with your hands,
And never missing a heartbeat of a smile.
Tell me a story with that smile,
Like how I always believe it's something more than feelings,
Something more than lies,
And when it comes to you...it may just be true.
winds of changeburnt crisp air howls throughwinds of change3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
tangled red hair, smoke clings there,
left raw on her tongue
lamentfrom ivory fingertipslament1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
fall the promises
once kept curled up
moons left in palms
from holding on
for too long.
from black-tipped rose-lipped
sprout the seedlings
on tired cheeks,
Lioness Amber eyes glistenLioness7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
as she closes on her prey.
Ocean 2A Cradle of LifeOcean 24 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Embracing a rocky world.
Deep, salty ocean.
Social AnxietyI was sitting in my room againSocial Anxiety7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The lights were off and the curtains closed
But the moon still hadn't shown up yet
Just sitting in my underwear
My head against the radiator
Thinking about those "friends" of mine
What were they doing and were they thinking of me?
Didn't matter, it's not like I'll have the confidence to go out again
It's only the alcohol that made me smile and say small quiet words
Only the alcohol that stopped me crumbling
My ability to socially interact with others
Relies solely on rum and vodka
I said I'd never drink
Doesn't matter, it'll only be a few more weeks, or was it months?
Until I could even think of going out again
I enjoyed the dark
I didn't have to look at myself
Or should I say, what others had to look at
I turn to peek out of the window
Moving the curtain ever so slightly,
Desperate not to make eye contact with anyone
But then, there's the problem
Of people thinking that you have a sexuality
When you don't have one at all
And when you are e
Winterfresh FlamesA piece of gum,Winterfresh Flames3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your words roll like winterfresh breath
from your lips, carving the air into ice sculptures,
slowly freezing the torn edges of what I once had thought was truth.
A refreshing sensation yet it has chilled me into my place and your words are
written on my skin like frostbitten-blue tattoos.
Give me cinnamon.
You cease utterance and the air falls, thrown aside and
cast into shatters of melting glass,
quenching my flaming heart.
I feel the steam in my chest.
I used to feel protected by the lukewarm everyday
but this simultaneous heat and frost has altered the things I once knew.
Your presence sets shivers through my soul and
I'm inflamed by your moving lips, a piercing whispering cry.
I've been reborn.
Where are you now, inside my body? pulsing through my veins?
In your silence, you pull me outside of myself in search of you
I need your sweet
CheaterI stripped off slowly and stepped insideCheater3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Found the glass walls of the house of lies
The terrors reflected on every wall
The wicked dancing in a great hall
I wandered around and felt no fear
Nobody would touch me here
Deep inside my personal hell
Where the fallen come with goods to sell
Here I was, exposed and bare
No one to look, no one to care
I stepped outside and stayed unclothed
To expel the demons that I loathed
I walked the streets both night and day
Whether the sky were blue or grey
I spoke to others of what I'd seen
Exposing the truths behind the scene
And as I spoke I felt it lift
The heavy feeling began to shift
Though condemned I felt no fear
I did not shed a single tear
Because once the truth became exposed
I felt relieved and quite composed
For now there's nothing left to hide
Now I am free to walk outside.
Siamese Cat Eyes of indigoSiamese Cat7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
glimmer gently in moonlight.
Dainty Siamese cat.
Midnight PurpleMidnight purple pleasures hideMidnight Purple4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dew drops clinging at her side
Amid green gardens, wet leaves, and mud
A drop of darkness paints the bud
Deep purple growing, awaiting light
Her midnight face hides, closed in tight
One day she'll peak out from her cocoon
And then she'll smile up at high noon
Her face brightly glowing, framed in night
Looking up joyfully to the light
Midnight purple pleasures hide
Dew drops clinging at her side