the sugar in your smile, the glucose in your bloodIt's searching fingertips,
gingerly placed empty spaces,
and wrong timing,
but now it's I love you, oh wait I really do,
please don't leave me under these carnival lights alone
because I can't bare another day without your syrup sweet blood,
you are the sugar in my coffee
and the honey on my toast,
the candy rotting my teeth,
and the molasses thick air I inhale on summer nights.
TwinkleThe gift of lifeTwinkle2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so precious and brief,
gives off a light
a soul can see.
the eyes of another,
the answer there
within you will discover.
The light that shines
in the eyes of a life,
twinkles like a star
in the wonder of the night.
A magical spark
that gives no hue,
simply showing off
the life in you.
The opposite is
an ashen blue,
the end of a life
its secret clue.
It's the color of the sky
with a gathered haze,
not deep and blue
but cold and grey.
You see it with love
when you look in the eyes,
of souls that are ending
their journey through life.
I looked into your eyes today
and I did not see the sky,
I feel a sense of calm relief
It's still the stars I see.
Reality of DreamingAlas!Reality of Dreaming3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Twas only a dream,
Yet seeming so
My certainty was pure,
Her embraced in
No boring brown eyes,
Only the majestic
No out dated fashions,
Only silk soft
I am no poet,
Her making me
So know I know,
She's only a
It does not exist,
Dreaming only of
Love is ComingLove is to me, as soft as a breezeLove is Coming2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Helping me stand when I fall to my knees
It'll pick me up, spin me around
Love is coming, it makes no sound
Love is to me, as calm as the sea
Believing in all that I can be
Holding me warm throughout the night
Love is coming at first light
RhymeYou are irresistible,Rhyme2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are fine,
I only wish that you were mine,
I sometimes feel your arms around me,
and then I open my eyes but I cannot breathe,
If you were but mine to keep,
my body would no longer weep,
Now I feel old and older still,
I love you more than my own free will.
Fighting SpiritThe heart keeps heavingFighting Spirit3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while the debts keeps piling
but my grin won't be fading
cause my cause is worth fighting
You can throw a curve ball
you can try to trick and stall
but it won't matter, not at all
I'd make it through even if I have to crawl
Cause my spirit has been forged
too long, this hardship to deny this urge
a call to arms my raging heart endure
for the goal at the end, I am ensured
No time for tears to cry and despair
all broken bones will have a moment for repair
but for now, I'll lick my wounds and then stand up
For the time calls for action even when it's rough
The heart keeps heaving
and my body is still aching
though I might as well be bleeding
I won't stop to pursue the dream that's shinning
To be free from all the chains that holds me
to be strong from my own insecurity
to break the feeling of loss and uncertainty
to grab hold on to my own identity
25A quarter of a century252 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two and a half decade
Where should I be?
Is this the beckon of my destiny
Too young to settle down
too old to clown around
Where should I go in this day and age?
What should I write on my life's page?
It not that I am confused
I just don't want to be used
Through any kind of string
Enticed by some sort of offering
With lover's ring looming on
just a few year's and the bachelor is gone
But here I am some what contemplating
Is this what I'm really yearning?
To the sound of money and spending
With much bill that are unending
Financial freedom is what I sought
Where my earning is greater than what I bought
And what about the dreams that are long well forgotten
Have I traveled enough that I have fallen?
Into cynicism and into hopelessness
over all giving into all the sadness
But I despair not with a beating heart
surely there's still away to regain my spark
the only that keeping me warm at night
beside from providing a guiding light
That there is still a possibility
Angel's Recovery: The Truth RevealedChpt 1: The Truth RevealedAngel's Recovery: The Truth Revealed1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A few weeks had gone by since Aslansa had healed Angel and Fredric was finishing up his daily visit. "Zee bones have healed, but now we have to work on zee muscles. Most of zee bruises are gone, too." He nods and gave Angel a rare smile.
Angel smiled at the news, "So I can fly now?" She asked in a hopeful voice.
"I wouldn't try zat quite yet. You need to gain muscle strength again Angel." Frederic replied. "Also you need more rest."
"I do sleep." Angel said softly as she looked away and lowered her eyes.
"Angel...no you don't. You have zee blackness under your eyes." He said frowning at her.
Angel looked at him and sighed softly before turning her head away to look out the window. "Tell me, what is bozering you?" Frederic asked as he packed his black bag.
"I am fine." She replied as she continued to stare out the window.
Frederic knew she was lying, but also realized he couldn't push her to talk. "I will be back in a couple of days to check on you." He picked
InfernoInferno3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Caressing flames char my flesh,
climbing their way past the split ends of my hair;
incinerating them, small embers reaching for my scalp-
spindly scorching fingers dashing through dark strands.
Others may allow screams to fall from their mouths
or pleas to escape from dry, chapped lips;
perhaps letting sodden tears crawl from their ducts,
yet, not I.
Righteous flames lick the soles of my feet-
lies fly from my lips
while my ears collect half-truths
both in agreement with my mind; a denial of Him
blood falls from my hands in scarlet rivulets
my thoughts rumble within the bowels of lust
hatred spun with threads of humanity, lies beside my heart
The inferno overcomes me-
cleansing the vile footsteps wandering through my soul,
filling abyssal holes with amber flames;
my ashes fall to the pit,
the smell of charred corpse permeates the clearing
yet a smile crossed my burnt face
for I have done right
For once in my life I gave into the flames of purity
And I will Always be the MoonWe have gotten so attached to these days and these months,And I will Always be the Moon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but a deer doesn't know a Tuesday from a Thursday
and a caribou can't comprehend that it was born on a September afternoon,
but they can understand this instant, this moment, this breath,
only now, no longer the past, and only the future when they get there,
there's a healthy lack of awareness in that,
escaping the fear of death but thriving off the instinct to live,
everything so primal and based off gut reactions,
I guess you could say ignorance is bliss,
but ignorance only actually applies when it comes to humanity,
oh I would like a life like that,
one that is organic, tangible, and ripe with bloody berries,
one where carnal creatures run rampant,
one where we rise from the dirt with muddy thighs
because we were bred into these earthly bodies
to hold seconds in our palms like newborn children,
and to throw our heads back and howl against the awareness that we are dying,
for oh this skin is only our host,
untitled.i want to be more thanuntitled.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shattered fragments of glass
and tattered empty pages.
i want to be more than
snowstorms and hurricanes,
airplanes and satellites,
crescent-moon smiles and
waketrembling lips,wake3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
can't breathe, at least not steadily,
paint me turquoise
or be the forest to my fire,
actually I'd rather you were nothing, at least nothing to me,
now I can feel nightfall coming upon the manifestation of a July moon,
so let's let those clouds burst and rip wide open
just as though the clouds were my organs and
the rain were my blood.
im dizzy let's dance,The warf was singing tonight,im dizzy let's dance,3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with a voice of rusted metal shackles.
singing that the sea turns to ink at night
so the poets commit suicide.
we're oh so sea sick.
cutie, don't worry
because we're all made of starstuff
and narcissists will keep wishing on their cousin's corpses
lets chase epileptic electric lights instead.
they lock the flowers up at night
because they'd grow over the rubbish and grunge
they'd choke you out
and bloom in your heart
trespassers will be prosecuted.
p.s garden nymphs exist
don't ya know
the trains are haunted
and the tramps are restless
we leave our shadows and fingerprints everywhere.
lighthouses scream at sailors
"we're all going down,
you've got sirens and booze on your minds and they will wreck you eventually"
a man has a pocket full of jingling coins
they make high brassy music as he walks
he's throwing them one by one into a fountain
he's wishing for wings.
i don't know who im praying to
but i'm praying for you.
Strong.- The endIntergral.Strong.- The end2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Instantly insomniating the irate.
Inebriety immediatly inspires.
Were it not I who gave my kingdom,
To take up this lonely post?
To give away my treasured charm,
To aid those who need it most?
No, it couldn't be,
I'm much too selfish and you're too free,
To take what you want and leave me be,
In shattered pieces,
Well I hope you find peace,
Broken soldier won't stand for you,
One minor let down,
And then we're through?
I've known how you are,
and I've seen how you've been.
I had just thought I could still call you "friend"
But here we are now, we stare at the end,
After a drunken walk home,
And I still can't stand.
My knuckles are bruised,
And I'm just too tired.
To deal with you now,
Go home, you're fired.
I want nothing to do with your 4am nights,
I was never a thought, to try to make it all right,
After so many years, I can finally see,
You were in it for you,
And never for me.
So I'll pick up the pieces, you left on the floor.
And I'll put on my hat, and
i am the trigger.i'm sick of beingi am the trigger.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a hardwired heartbeat
when you're already
healing your scars.
(i just need
to be loved like you.)
but i am the trigger
that sets you on fire
and erases the stars
from your satin sky.
so you find your faith
in phantom hurricanes
and seal it shut
with alien melodies,
and you bury yourself
seventeen feet under
with the bones and the ashes
of who i used to be.
Clock Hands TurnAs confetti fallsClock Hands Turn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our bridges burn
Old times are lost
As clock hands turn
The words we shared
Your pen eliminating
Those once held dear
The years we had, now lie unlaced
That moment that covenant was signed
Our world - erased
Memories once entwined
Buried in time
Never to resurface
The laughs, the tears
That old storage case
As confetti falls
Our bridges burn
Old times are lost
And clock hands turn
A veil is raised
Smiling eyes are met
Vows are exchanged
With kisses wet.
Our lives go on
Old loves long lost
Never more, merging.
Death by WaterThere is a girl in London who willDeath by Water3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
read your fortune in a cup of tea and worry
at her flowing scarves while she ponders.
From her mouth comes a single word;
Outside her tent the rain
Puddles in drifts and eddies
its way across the gravel.
The world seems unreal
And broken like a half-formed
Fetus sprung too early
From the womb.
So this is wretched
Springtime with memories that
I try to drown in fresher sorrows,
And new distractions.
The melt water comes
Causes floods that sweep
the news and
Submerge the country.
The reporter with
her monotone warns against death.
I vow to one day die anyway,
Cursing the rain.
i want you because i shouldn't want you at alli want you like i want succulent strawberries dripping over a white lacy dress,i want you because i shouldn't want you at all3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want you like i want complete silence on a sweltering august night,
i want you like it's dead rats melting over hot gutters and then it's your hot guts on my body.
i want you and your collarbones tied to my strings of saliva,
i want you smelling like you're some wild wolverine with incisors as sharp as rose petals,
i want you broken and bleeding just so i can nourish your wounds.
i want you dangerously close and always so,
i want you angry as you are passionate,
i want you in ways i don't even understand.
a line of cocainea line of cocainea line of cocaine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before starting her show
she has need of narcotic
to be able to remove her clothes
on the scene
or the bank notes are agitated
like if she was a prostitute
a line of cocaine
to find the strength
of unveil her body
has this frustrated crowd
she is afraid of a overdose
but without the cocaine
she would already be dead
Cherry Trees Never CryBetween the walls of this room,Cherry Trees Never Cry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
under these sheets, we blossom
just like cherry flowers in Spring,
a moment of glory, then we wither.
Nothing lasts forever, darling,
we watch as we shed petals
and our green turns to ashes,
blown away, scattered by wind.
Look forward to the next time
we'll shily undress once again;
we're constantly changing
but we're always the same.
doctor no1. "escape addiction,"doctor no3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the doctor says,
I wait out the pause
the dot dot dot
(three little indians, no feathers)
before I ask "how?"
"you misunderstand," he replies,
"that's the diagnosis"
[a painted nail
takes the pulse
a thin layer,
really just a cover,
on which we judge
this pornographic literature
(and we HOWL)]
the doctor says
the moon is liquid
the moon is a peephole
on indeterminate skin,
the watching animals
4.at some point
in american history
there was a mass vaccination
we were spoon-fed
warm bits of plastic
about wounded hearts
(are you safe
up on your hook,
behind your barcode armor?
we hear the squeaks,
from a distance ,
rats on christmas eve
are we the gifts
or the teeth? and,
how do you ever sleep?)
5."ugly duckling syndrome"
turns his head and coughs
and pisses in my water
(I shaved this morning
so in the mugshot I woul
Diamonds Don't BreakHe is the shard of an old life,Diamonds Don't Break3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the edge of where broken,
Cuts the heart when held.
She is the dust of an old laughter,
And she glints and glitters
And gets into your eyes.
You did not drop them
Nor make them shatter,
Only accepted their goodbyes.
They are just mirrors in the distance,
Reflecting back a girl who broke away
Yet did not break.
On their glass you did not paint the cracks,
Only saw them and made your own.
Silence did not splinter them,
Now you’re just a girl they used to know.
She Singsher song is a tap on the wooden door that marks the schoolhouseShe Sings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her song is eight blinks in the morning and twelve in the afternoon
her song is dragonfly toes tickling cattails on dew-grass mornings
her song is the swish of dresses against young legs
her song is running through the wildflower fields when there is a catty-cornered sky
her song is every eleventh raindrop that should fall from white clouds
her song is a sky painted backwards
her song is a pocketwatch next to the moon
her song is nine hundred forty-two stars dancing on fingernails
her song is a single finger next to a silent smile
her song is the puzzle piece between the raven's toes
her song is a thousand hourglasses twisted by mirrors
her song is two moments, three, eleventy-seven in a second
her song is the red pebble
her song is the little wooden doll
her song is sun striking scarlet against the snow through rubies
her song is earth emeralds outshining the starlight
her song is a bouquet of seventy-three white daisies
Be Mine ForeverHold me tight; stroke my hair,Be Mine Forever3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kiss my lips and twirl me in mid air.
Call me Luv; watch me pray,
Lock me in your arms and caress away.
Sing me songs; brush my tears,
Just let me clutch and my fears shall disappear.
Recite my jokes; and the silly bed-time stories,
Make me accept and bring back the glory.
Be my hope; the one who always inspires,
As you are the one who my heart desires.
Be my strength; show me light,
Watch the stars be aligned tonight.
Show me reality; make me believe.
Else love is the last thing I shall ever perceive.
into your armsa tired soulinto your arms5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
out of control
lost in the world
to the ground
so very unsure
but in the darkness of my life
came a light that seemed to blind my sight
and guide me straight to you.
the light that i had thought was gone
had left me to suffer in the dark
took me back yet again.
my heart had refused to feel
refused to work
refused to heal
but the pain i felt would soon make sense
because in all my ignorance
i stumbled, broken, right into your arms..