ROAD CLOSEDMy face is a town
that she's put in her rearview mirror
I've been the way there and back again
Now I have no way out
The only lovers that know my lips
are the vices I can't stop clinging to
We all take our medicine
then creep home under the radar
I'm just killin' time
until time kills me
Where Light is SwallowedI only step out when no one is coming homeWhere Light is Swallowed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun sets, and drags the veil from my eyes
I sink just below your searching lights
There is a heaven in this night
that evacuates my mind into the world around me
Where I'm going, there will be no stopping
I'll glance over my shoulder,
then I'll disappear
Welcome HomeMy shadow is cast in all directionsWelcome Home3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lights shine brighter for me
My footfalls are hard on the pavement
I will not be stopped
I chased Death out the door
and under the pallor of the night sky,
she worked her way into my chest
Her fingers ventured forth
with the warmth to melt my iron doors
Now I smoke a cigarette in the bone yard
I sit here waiting, praying
for someone to lie by my side
The wind moans like a lover in my ear
It whispers 'come back to me'
Walk with me through my haunted places
If we grow a shadow, it'll soon disappear
I can show you beauty,
if you follow longer than fear allows
The smaller lights cast a greater glow
in the blackest of places
tremblessurrounded in blacktrembles3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a headache erupts
behind my eyes.
it is so cold, so
icicles hang from
I can't focus on anything.
it blurs. splits into a
colours. I can't see past
the light show.
flashes across my face,
scabs and over
the lumps of bones and
veins and blisters
on my feet.
[I can't stop
completion (finish what you start)do we all have ancompletion (finish what you start)4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
(ir)rational fear of the unfinished
or is it just my heartbeat
that curdles at the prospect
and of almosts
do we really believe it
when they say it's the thought that counts
or is it just a consolation prize,
excuses plied from laziness
like cavity-ridden teeth
from a mouth that
yawns nearly empty
because you nearly kissed the boy,
because you almost let yourself want him;
but it's the thought that counts,
and not conquering cowardice.
almost brave and nearly there
are like ellipsis evasions
at the end of a chapter
and ellipsis carves,
i will not be an almost:
i will be brave.
Sleeping Beautyshe’s in love with a character whoSleeping Beauty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never existed but in the labyrinth of her head:
a patchwork composition of beautiful, lengthy words
she’d heard in her catatonic state; coma living
day in and day out, reliant on the salvation
of a man made of foreign wishing
and imperfection and necessity – an ignorance
of the less than ideal perception of self she’d
come to fear, absention stained romantic to the point
where daydreams were a standard for survival
(real living is for the purposeful of heart,
he loves her in her sleep)
the last note I. do you hear them the last note3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the flapping of their
fragile wings? caught in
the folds of forgetfulness
and futile attempts of
the air remains hollow
a faded photograph
of what once was filled
of colour and so,
the grey fog of melancholy
II. do they hide
when the wind
howls like an anguished
mother with no child,
and the heavy storm
with haunting moans of
silence blankets a heaving
world do you tilt you head when
you notice the absence
of their beat-beat-beating
wings? the leaves
are soaked with
yesterday's heated emotions
the happenings of
and they bow under
the weight of gloom.
III. do they burrow
when their wings
Untitledshe measured time in an entirely unique way. like it takes her a whole packet of lifesavers to get homeUntitled2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
from school, or it takes one and a bit episodes of friends for her nails to dry enough to touch things.
likewise, she knew the ways to cure her bodies individual aches, chamomile tea, two sugars will cure
a headache, and the blue candles her mother gave her last christmas can shake a panic attack out
from the cracks and dust it under the rug for a little longer.
but soon there were aches and pains that were new, and she didn't know how to erase or subside.
no tea or scent or even musical men could heal it, and it stuck in her throat and she had to think of
new ways to make it familiar. she came up with descriptions for each of the knots in her chest,
and drew dots on her skin with a permanent marker detailing the origins and where to apply pressure
to break them up, like fluid buildup. she would eventually make them permenant, when
crumblingscrowded house,crumblings3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are a neglected
there's a road ahead,
and it's a broken-down disaster.
your steps unsteady,
you are opening your eyes.
you are coming out
of the dark.
this isn't what you wanted,
but it's time to revise.
you are an overrun
there's a world in you,
it's not what you wanted.
this isn't what you planned,
but it can still be
(re)take the city
(re)claim the land
regret in seven stagesi. attractionregret in seven stages2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when my negativity finally
found something beautiful,
charged up like a bipolar
thunderstorm waiting to come
(you were everything
i ever wanted and i
was entirely selfish) then
like the way our smiles blended
perfectly together and how we’d sway
to rhythms that never existed;
your eyes were a springtime day
decades before we were born and
happiness became an instinct
instead of a defense [until]
like a jail sentence worn
around the neck. spine
contorted and screaming
bound too quickly by the uns
and nots and fear you never
quite kept at bay, we were
guilty of so much but
wrongly convicted because
iv. i was not meant for this
and every tear i shed was
another prick to your heart,
my darling voodoo doll, you didn’t
decipher the warnings, oh sweetie
v. natural disasters
predictable and uncompromising,
earthquakes rent your fragile
ecosystem and floods made it
even harder to breathe.
palm readingsi exist in the city limits because i want the wind to make me frail.palm readings1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
fragile like a ghost,
a sorry sin i promise to abstain but inevitably commit.
my bus fare is a kick down memory lane.
i walk instead.
he told me i spun words that dissolved on the tongue
before he even had the chance to taste them.
he called me sugar like a midday ritual,
dressed me in compliments more fit for kings than commoners.
i turned complacent; comforted by new beginnings
and frightened by sudden endings.
my mother never taught me how to avoid heartache.
she only told me that my heart was a gold mine
and i should never let fake jewelry lay over it.
once, out of spite, i showed her my palms and asked what she saw.
she told me that in this world full of practice, there was no time for games.
when i showed him, he said that i am overworked.
now, it is the purgatory between autumn and winter that sinks my guts.
the waiting room lacks couches and candle scents.
the smiles are either plastic or
DrowningiDrowning2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when my lungs
are filling with water
and i drown deep beneath the waves
Pictures at a CrucifixionGravity crush me in to the ground. Hell bent ambition, I am out to destroy the world. My slurred speech stumbles through my thin lips. We mixed all those drinks and it still tasted like shit. Business card blues in a half way home. My sweat drenched hair makes me look like a savage you said after sex. We are both a couple of sins past sainthood. Jesus was perfect and he still ended up dead.Pictures at a Crucifixion5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Glucose pipe dreams. Sleeping with girls that look like my mom. "Freud dug MILFs" was written in the bathroom stall. It isn't that funny but I still laugh. Saturday nights with the friends I hate. Writing poetry. I go fishing for compliments but I forgot the bait. Limp wrists so I look like a queer. I don't want to have sex tonight. Maybe I am a queer. Authoritative knocks on the door. It is the cops. Oh shit. The handcuffs slicing my wrists reminded me of that time with Sarah in bed. After a while all pleasure becomes boring. As I get put in the car I wonder if she remembers me. Hologram
FrigidShe turned on the showercold, because heat was a luxury, and she didn't feel like being rewarded tonight. Besides, the hot water would amplify her thoughts, prolonging her time in there, something she also couldn't afford. Already her mind was reeling from the impossibility of what happened. Maybe the cold water could numb her senses a little, let her focus only on soap and shampoo and skin and water.Frigid5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
They plagued her, drowning her in a way the water had nothing to do with. Tears threatened to prick at her eyes, but when she beckoned them forth, they cowered deep in the back of her head, bullies that had never been confronted. Plunging her face under the shower nozzle, she pretended those were her tears. Fresh, icy droplets streamed from her forehead to dive from her chin to the drain. How many real tears had been invited to the septic tank?
That's how many took the invitation tonight. The numbing efforts of the water
crestfallenyou're drunkcrestfallen1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i'm alone
you're a planet of underground
songs and old anarchy like some
skinhead misplaced in time, you're the
physicality of destruction and i'm just
a newly-formed bud, a late bloomer
at the end of spring, still callow and fresh
but too weak to stand against the wind
you sit back and let your mind fester with
all the rotten things you swore you would never touch again,
and i'm watching you like a film played to an
empty movie theatre, because i'm the only one
who stuck around to see how this would end
i couldn't flourish in a wasteland
i couldn't flower in that swamp i climbed
my way out of, so don't
drag me back
Poem from the PavementThere are stony faced facadesPoem from the Pavement1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
imposing judgement upon my daily viewscape.
They clutch a fence to them like cards
as if to hide their poker face behind.
I am a step away from them
behind festivous displays of success
the pride of the University plathered
over hardnosed metal.
On this side, between the rock
and the green space,
I hang a yellow satchel from my self
and paint myself with painkillers and Prozac
as I try to find the perfect place to be.
Somewhere dreamy by the lake,
under the wise eyes of a beloved castle.
In the clutches of a tree cluster
in the shadow of a fallen oak.
With hard edges and cornices,
bright colours and Tetris windows.
With lush grass, reality's stench presiding,
I search for my place.
On the inside, between a rock
and a hard place,
I strangle down my anxiety and fear -
paint myself with painkillers and Prozac
and try to be the person I always wanted to be.
Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Good girls are really bad girls that never got caught
Kings and queens are insecure people that hide behind their forts.
Survivors are cowards that run away when they could’ve fought.
Celebrities are strategists and opportunists that utilise their thoughts
Teachers are failures who couldn’t make use of the lessons life taught.
It would seem then you are either one way or the other.
There is fine undefined line between enemies and lovers.
So pick and choose wisely when deciding what side you are on.
Because you can never know the person you one day might become.
VirusA virus lingers in my veinsVirus2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Makes my nose itch from time to time
An unnoticed plague
I can't rid myself of
And as I try to fall asleep
You permeate my thoughts
I never know when it will hit
Coughing up dust throughout the night
But I would be lying
If I said it wasn't a pleasant itch
The dust of nostalgia
Flying through clouds and soaring over it all
Every need to scratch my nose
Wishing your loving hands
Could wipe the year old tears from my eyes
They always come back
You always come back
But I hold out my hand
And you are never there
I need to escape
This tragically beautiful sickness
This reoccurring illness
That rattles my bones
Tingling skin that craves your embrace
But insides hollow and lost
If I'm to be happy
And shrouded in dust
I have to
WillowYour confessional arms are Willow trees,Willow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
draping lonely limbs around an empty ink-jar heart.
Scars worn down like henna tattoos.
A night witch scrawling her incantations on blue moons,
rolling her letters into sentences like a curse.
But, it is in these coffee eyes you have found a home.
Ignorance Is BlissHow I envy foolsIgnorance Is Bliss2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Those born without the
Eyes to see the darkness; the
Ears to hear the lies; the
Skin to feel the chafing cold; the
Sense to realize:
There's darkness all around us,
Lecherous and black.
We lead a meaningless existence.
Bitter, I turn back.
How I envy fools
Living life, never knowing
The storm on the horizon;
Her clouds fill up the skies.
They do not see the warnings,
Nor hear the gentle "sigh"
Of the wind that's brewing.
They do not feel the rain.
Their never-knowing state
Is all that keeps them sane.
How I envy fools
They know nothing of pain
Will they ever find it,
The truth that I now know?
The sky is torn with violent light
The stormy gales blow.
The tempest is upon us,
But still their eyes are blind.
The lucky fools will never know
We are all
I rememberI still remember us lying on the grass in your backyard looking at the stars in the sky, trying to spot if one falls so we can make a wish.I remember5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember us sitting on the porch eating your moms home made cookies and drinking lemonade. Suddenly starting to laugh at nothing at all.
I remember me coming out of my house with a soccer ball to see you already there net set up and all.
I remember sneaking in to your older brothers room to play video games
I remember all the adults saying i can't have a best friends who's male since I'm female (how we showed them)
I remember your face when you parents said you were moving , leaving.
I remember your face on the car window tears running down your cheeks.
I remember your curly blond hair and bright blue eyes.
I remember you so clearly,
My first friend
My next door neighbor
My first crush.
justi am everything i never wanted to be.just2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it's funny to realize,
five years ago i would've looked at me and thought,
are the worst kind
of lost because you don't even know it,"
i see that's what i was before.
but i'm still just a fraction
of an idea
that tries so hard to show itself.
but i was born with vocal cords covered in
my fingers curled in,
with my arms pushing against my chest
in an x
because it marked the spot
i often fight to fill,
everyone else was armed with pitchforks and shovels and i clutched tightly
with my fingernails
at the moon's blood-orange light
that ran into my mouth and down my throat to bloat
and carve its name into the nest of space that was meant for my heart.
a work of art
just a work of the everything's wrong in this time;
just a girl
born with just enough
to want a taste of love
and for the world.
Vulgar WordsShe is worried aboutVulgar Words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sex and love
and qualities of the mind
while he is busy
We have seen this all before.
Now listen here:
Poems like this
would be best if
they were honest
His children would
rush to the door like puppies
when he came home exhausted.
Her husband would
just to surprise her.
Orange juice and eggs are
and twice as delicious.
But instead, they are
Even in each other, alone.
Searching for meaning
in a seedy motel room
that smells like cum.
Still, it is poetic,
the way lower case letters are,
the way vagueness can be, like odd
punctuation is sometimes poetic
and using old English
is poetic; hell,
trying to be deep