HeathensClosets filled with toysHeathens1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
cannot spare room for clothes so
the boys roam naked
let your wildfire run freei. It's a warm kind of rain and a growling kind of thunder,let your wildfire run free1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
throaty and crackling booms,
I've dreamt of this place before,
there's this room made up of tall glass windows,
outside is a wrap around balcony made up of stone with high ledges,
small fir trees grow in between the crackled rock
and I'm breathing slow, soaking in the sky's sweat.
ii. Perspiring and porous clouds melt over this broken land
and I'm realizing this place lives only inside my soul when sleeping.
iii. It is a hazy painting running over the contours of my unconscious mind,
it is airbrushed afterthoughts swirling with watercolor wishes,
it is the place where my nightmares breed and my hopes climb trees,
it is the place where intuition ricochets off instinct,
it is the place that says burn the place down and let your wildfire run free.
helium balloon lungsi. You write me notes scribbled on sandpaperhelium balloon lungs1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
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 backside of my skin,
hoping that they tell me that
today is the day you will be mine,
vii. But your soul is made up of sins
and I do believe in forgiveness,
but forgive me, for I cannot forget.
I dreamt of a flood and you were the waterLight bulb eyes,I dreamt of a flood and you were the water1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
burning through me like
crash into me
as I dream,
your ocean spits me out
through seaweed teeth,
and I love you,
but you blink light
and breathe water,
so not only am I blind,
I am drowning.
I am not RecyclableAs if I were recyclable,I am not Recyclable1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
your eyes break me down,
your gaze melts my aluminum limbs
and disintegrates my paper bones,
my heart leaps from the flames
and rides along the surface of your tongue,
because if you only knew how much I love you,
your taste buds would be burning for my blood,
if you only knew,
but you don't,
and I sure as hell can't tell you,
because you would use me
only to then throw me away.
you are my careful ghosti. The air is thick and I'm drinking you in like sunlight through a silver straw,you are my careful ghost1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm feeling like my spine has come unzipped and my crayola red innards have become exposed to the cool air,
you're like the slivers in my fingers that I can't pull out,
maybe I should try scraping off layers of skin with tweezers,
goodbye dead cells, hello fresh meat,
damn, why are you so fresh as fuck.
ii. A whirlpool has developed beneath my chest so there goes my sense of sanity,
actually it's more like boiling water, bubbling, spewing out passed my eyes,
and all I've been asking for is for you to either take me or let me go,
let's be honest, I could try to say I am over this whole thing
but I'm not and I don't even want to be.
iii. So let's forget the world,
get lost in each others skin,
tracing ribs like jail bars,
running hands over heartbeats,
brushing lips with lonely aches.
Saltit's one of thoseSalt1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
goldfish bowl empty afternoons,
gills grasping for water,
spilling over my aquatic limbs,
so thin boned and cold-blooded,
swordfish lips so sworn to
i cannot see a way out of drowning
in all of this
my fins lie still
as does my two-chambered heart,
you never actually did need any bate,
i hooked myself,
then released my own salty ghost,
you only just laid me out to dry,
gutted and seizing.
Xenakiswatching equationsXenakis2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
overwhelm a dusty
blackboard, I wonder
if linear mappings of
Banach space vectors
can hold the interwoven
polyphony of a fugue,
if the staggering
structure of Lie algebras
can be distilled into a
playfully dissonant symphony,
or if a mellow chorale
concerto would be capable
to evoke the vagaries of
locally ringed spaces,
and listening to your
voice bouncing off plastered
walls, I wonder if the
rhythm and cadence of words
can be transformed into
spindly limestone arches,
and if we, together, could
turn life to
beast& i am a wild thing running with the wolvesbeast8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i have no name, i have no claims
i am a beast eating skin & bones
wandering forever alone
naked with no shame
palpitationsMy veins,palpitations1 year 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.
MizpahThe crying windMizpah8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and blurred at
HallucinationsHe buries his head in the neck of a girl, who smells of flowers,Hallucinations11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
her aroma plagues his inhalations
like the smoke of weeping willow trees,
now as he exhales, he exhales kisses into
the long unending lines curving around her eyes like crescent moons,
for she is but a shy reflection of the sun
and he holds onto her like a shadow;
grasping at clouds with the outline of her silhouette,
using her as a tube of Vaseline, placing her over his eyes at night,
oh but then the daylight washes over him like bathwater,
waking him into a crisp clean air
where she cannot rid him of his wrinkles or internal emptiness,
because she only comes to life in the space where the subconscious reigns,
so he continues to live beneath layers of illusions,
building daydreams like skyscrapers,
breathing simply to sleep.
To love like a rocking horseYou are the highlight to my lonely night. You rush my mind like young currents rising onto the shore. I have no feeling in my fingertips and the air is thick and heavy and almost sweet. But these past few months have given breath to the void that lives in all of the empty places; space between ribs, backs of knees, and collarbone indentations. Oh, if only your body could bridge the gaps.To love like a rocking horse1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I am sick of writing about you, nauseous actually. I don't want to smoke your pipe only to get high off loneliness anymore. The way I have ached for you, the way I have pined, is effervescent. Do I want you only because you are not mine?
No, I remember how the connection was instant and how looking at you made me nervous. Then when you first looked at me; chills.
I really do need to get over these feelings though. I need to detach my heart from my spine and stitch up the places I let your soul embrace. I need to patch up the places where your light touch took me away.
Screw all of this. I don
Pulmonary."Pulmonary"Pulmonary.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If only she saw
My heart rate
As she approaches me
Like a hurricane in a jar
My lungs expand
My pupils blossom
My arteries scream for oxygen
They say 6 minutes without it would kill you
I've been watching her for eternity
But seconds must go by
She stops, matching my gaze
But does she match my pulse?
No answer needed.
CoupletMirror, Mirror sparkle wellCouplet1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clinking shatter - dog age dwell
The first was marked with ruby swine
Pricking tips on spindle's twine
The next, I grant, you'll waken still
zombie corpse - the poor bride's shrill
Three, a year, so quickly spent
Bobbing Styx to hear screams lent
Then borrowing time, the timex four
Father weeps on rainman's door
When Yeller's rabies snuffed him out
Red fern wails just - fed Jack's sprout
And with five golden rings around the posie
Poor Humptey lost his ode to Rosy
Even Humptey lost to six, and seven
Aching glass to Snow White's heaven
Random HaikuHeart arrhythmia:Random Haiku2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Love in a storm - water and
Il mal occhio?
Blessing and curse - thunder-struck
Moment our eyes met.
False mem'ry syndrome?
I recall you in places
That we never were.
It haunts me - the taste
Of kisses remembered though
Couldn't love you more.
Yet each day I awaken
And prove myself wrong.
The sound of my name -
Unpleasant, until sonant,
It fell from your lips.
Why should I love you?
Your eyes merely the windows
Through which I viewed God.
From the mojo you
Worked on me - I conclude: Free-
Civilised WildernessWe took the same placesCivilised Wilderness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As our younger selves.
The changes ignored
By moving bodies
Beyond the glass walls
Stood with the verse
And the unaltered city.
Displayed their feathers,
Crowns and anklets.
On any other rock
We would have stopped to dance.
Even the music,
Exotic in its step
With the air,
Was tempted by the static
Nature of our island.
The ink in the papers
Assures us with rumour;
The borders won't shift.
Among the birds and us
A collar is arrogance.
The intent of the bearer.
We are content with this.
We don't threaten change
Or invite it.
This is life
At its most adequate.
Our bonds chafe
Must be still.
18 Tornados18 Tornados2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
news of the night:
they're madly searching for fresh acts of God
(or quantum luck) on second floors,
scattered tumblers in trailer parks.
nevermind the great uncertainty
leaning down your neckline,
the untelling weight-hood and period-luminosities
they teach you to ignore in school
until your comfortable derangement
can be seen from a dozen parsecs away
as one more animal armageddon.
why don't our hands,
against our weather?
MorphineFearMorphine1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I get caught in
The tides of death,
Of endings and
I fix my eyes
On the sun, but
Fear numbs my sockets.
It leaves me blind.
My eyes will drown
And my ears will break
And my legs
Haunting This ExistenceI am a fallacyHaunting This Existence1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Haunting this existence
I go about the day in a whispery way
I was not meant to be
I am resigned
And lined with feathers
All Stuck in my mouth
So speech is not forthcoming
I bring an encore of destitution
The mirror still sees me
I am an illusion
Twisting fate into an unfathomable design
I resign my state
Clean the slate
And begin another day
It is the way of the ghost
I have the most to lose
I choose to be this way
I am the bringer of darkness
Less is never more
I can store souls beside me
That are also undefined
They can live within the lined road
Not knowing which path is right
I can keep them in my sight
So that I am no longer alone
Spectral."Spectral"Spectral.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever felt:
Like you could hear silence,
Because no one's talking to you?
That you could walk on air,
Because you felt transparent?
That you never really lived
Because no one gave you a reason to?
That defeat that's always inevitable?
A question with no answer?
A fire with no flame?
A star with no shine?
Where ghosts couldn't haunt.
A silent land of [Your Name Here]?
Where gods couldn't hear your prayers.
What's that feeling again?
I even forgot the name.
A voice with no sound, where you could conjure
The LOUDEST scream...
But they still couldn't hear you?
Defeat with no loss,
Victory with no glory.
A life with no death,
Is it even called life?
I think I remember that feeling now.
LunarI belong to the fieldsLunar2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that shelter your home
a stitch in the patchwork.
twin umbilical cords
torn from Earth,
are stained purple and bleeding.
Your fierce adoration
floods rivers of vein,
their flesh banks
smoothed faultless by rain.
Word of spring in the circles
of water on water,
outwards to nowhere.
Still they remain.
flawed and fragile as parchment
beneath the blood moon,
I suffer the blindness
of traffic fume cloud cover
feeling your hands
in the lunar pull.
Shore to my tidal swell
Through mud, thick
with the hours awake,
on seconds urged forwards,
your arms never nearer
my name ever
graced by your lips
as you wake.
if I became air,
my life marked by a stone,
would you move each one
until you uncovered me?
Would you shape
living blood to dead skin
and descend to me,
making us one again?
I take the path
of the stardust within me,
that once passed through yours
when we were the dark
NakedSuch scrutiny,Naked1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In your gaze
That draws me through the maze
Of feelings wrapped in fingers tight,
Clutched to my breast,
In the lonely night,
And all the colour in this world
Seems to spill from your eyes,
You strip away pretences,
Leave me bare
For the biting night,
Won't you hold me tight?
Won't you hold me tight?