helium balloon lungsi. You write me notes scribbled on sandpaperhelium balloon lungs4 years 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.
cadavershe was born with arctic lipscadaver4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and overcast skin.
her hair fell like fresh snow
and she was far too thin.
her bones in locked closets,
joints creaked and shrieked
like a rotten floorboard
under gossamer feet.
cobblestones.cobblestones4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i pulled a napkin from the silver tin,
wiped the table clear, drops of ketchup staining the center.
i crushed the paper in my palm, felt the dampness reach the edges.
hurt cloud, she said as i let it roll across the table.
shooting baskets as the day ended,
the ball went over the backboard, disappeared into the dark.
she shrugged, then bent low, picked up pebbles.
your poor hands, she said. you have so many scars,
and you're still so young. (she, younger than i, saying this)
she touched one hand, then after a pause she took the other
without looking at me.
some things take so much courage.
we sat like that for a long time,
i passed two old women by the river.
one stopped, pulled off her shoe
and shook a pebble out.
it dropped into the water
and she continued on,
from the absence dented into her foot.
the other had stopped a ways ahead.
she waited and said, a pebble?
the woman nodded. her whole life
biopsyput me under, cover my face, stuff my lungs with your chemical lies.biopsy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if they were to take me apart,
slice open my chest,
peel back the skin keeping me whole,
they would find:
a. one heart, slowly ticking.
(they would not find anything,
but they would have to say they did.
after all, girls can't live without a heart.
they forget that i'm not the first:
a score of girls walking even though
they should have faded long ago.)
b. each rib curved so perfectly,
a shield around my lungs.
(a cage, keeping my breath from bursting
out of my skin. know that this is just me,
held together by nature,
unable to lose control of myself.)
c. two sacs of cells, nestled beside each other.
(no first-hand smoke here, no sir.
only second-hand dust, only
things i could not get rid of,
only bits of places i've been,
caught in my body.
postcards of memories i can't see.)
d. a skeleton, still and alive.
(sleeping, with blood cells being produced
in the hollows of my curves.
the rattling of my bones cannot
MusingI'm too young to spend my lifeMusing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
running from the thunder,
staring at the kitchen walls wondering
how life would be different
if they weren't the same color.
IcarusFledgling of theIcarus3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(dawn is quiet
when the noose is
haunt of autumni.haunt of autumn5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
cut your teeth on me
learn the taste
of love with fangs
in crumbling relief
let me tell you
that your grief
that your voids
and your pressures
in the evergloom
darling you've been blooming
i turned the sun on you
wanderlust and living rooms
with fully formed
you're a starling
in the maw
of bastard aching
impressions in the cushions
show the tumors
have been left
to their devices
betray the crocus kiss
of early morning
in the diastema
oh, the practiced spin
teethe my vocal cues
my intricate loom
i will act
as though you never
left the room
how to pay the plumberthe sun is born of ink that leaks from dog-eared galaxieshow to pay the plumber4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the night is made of copper eyes that pipe the constellations
but we are too polite to stare.
any hand that may brush my back must bleed the alphabet
from wearied fingertips, and this is why:
happiness is ice and crinkled bones all wrapped up warm in the
childless rings of saturn
and your smiling face-of-a-cliff that scorches pretty spring skin dry.
we will never say we will never love so
i will die beside,
you die below.
rotsunlight floods hallwaysrot5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but never ballrooms
and water fills caves
but never mouths
if you kissed me, the fire
in my throat would fuel my
hot air balloon brain and i
would snap your veins (the
ropes that keep me here)
i'd disappear between clouds
and you'd never see me again.
keep your serpent tongue
away from my
i would rather burn than starve;
i'll slit your throat, you slit mine
and we can dig our downward spiral together
while god watches.
unzippedi.unzipped4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it was all skinned knees
and stop signs between us.
we pushed too hard
or not hard enough.
the last star i wished upon
turned out to be a satellite,
and the last time i kissed you
really wasn't the last time.
the scent of romance- pine needles
and sawdust clung to my shoulders
where your fingers left goose flesh
when i least expected it.
i'd be tangled up in you and bed sheets
if i didn't know you better than that,
[sweetheart,] you're thunderstorms on
Saturday nights and "Why don't you stay
for awhile"'s and the infidelities
that line my cheeks.
ariseToday the raindrops taste spicyarise4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how I've missed them.
I've a bad case of wanderlust
And a silver sonnet skyfever,
and I want to be spinning like a planet in orbit.
The blue winterblush tiptoes onto my cheekbones
and I realize:
purgeheaving up a universepurge4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is nothing on my stomach,
yet my scared molested heart
jumps out of the way.
the purge, a dark scent
weeping over the pointlessness
the ache and sorrow
the filling and emptying
of a creature so profoundly
if wishes were pennies and promises made of glass.iv.if wishes were pennies and promises made of glass.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's a wishing well inside my chest;
made to catch the stars shining in your eyes
waiting to be filled
with your jar of hearts.
Census of Ghostshe now resides in susurration:Census of Ghosts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shaken from our summer sheets,
flags drawn taut and shuddering,
and wispseeds rising into the light
with their dressing gowns unbuttoned,
planting onto my lips that name
i've tried to hang with himself;
on a late morning,
while folding your laundry,
i found him again and held his tongue
when he yearned to speak of love
that once transpired in his passion,
or maybe it was the infatuation
of surrealists: brown skin but touched
upon each other,
marking the insignificant with brands
of remembrance: like the crinkling of
tinfoil or the crisping of smokers' lungs
or the thought that cigarettes are only
romantic if you can witness their glow
or hear them faintly burning—
white ash rests on the dashboard
and his fingers are caked with rust
in my flashbulb drug collections:
the color of blood that's been drying
in my mouth while i try to recall how it felt
to hold someone who might have come
and remained forever breathing
if that letter had never reached my
Puddles From What We DenyWilted ProspectsPuddles From What We Deny5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From Another age
You're not who you wanted to be
So you attempt to just turn the page
But you Catch yourself
In a nearby mirror
Sitting on a shelf
And you wish you were someone else
Who's that in the mirror,
Can you identify?
Malformed by lies it seems
It's dreams became the most defied
Consumed by time wasting fillers
As to not try
Forgetting your morals and needs
Bleeds from what You Deny
You get my Metaphors?
I see your lies
Leaking from your pores
I know 'cause
I'm just the same
Seeing my youth Yelling,
Screaming, behind locked doors
From our inner parts
Making constant shaking
So it spews from our hearts
Who's that in the mirror
Can you identify?
No? 'cause it seems
It's Dreams became the most defied
Now it seems your feeling down
Sitting in your home;
With eyes of stone.
But inside you give yourself a spin
Fighting all out
But when you fight yourself No One Wins.
People rarely ask,
But when they do
You're "perfectly fine"
NeedA kiss-Need4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon my breast
Finding sensitivity with urgency
Hands press into my hips
Passion flowing from eager fingertips
Pressing strong into my willing flesh
He whispers hotly into flushed skin
Words falling like a kiss upon my ear
I want you
I need you.
Shatterglass MemoriesWe hold in our handsShatterglass Memories6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Memories in shattered glass baubles
that we have pieced together
fragment by fragment.
The shards are sharp and jagged
and cut our hands
as we build memories
of happy days.
The lifeblood of our bodies
spiderweb through the cracks
in those fragile figurines
because the glue of our hope
has been forever stained by it.
Place it in a cherished spot
on a shelf in your mind
to gather dust until a dark time
that comes so often
in our bleak and dreary lives.
Millions of fragments
are yet to be discovered
and made into memories
of a happy life.
Hand in hand
we walk barefoot down a path
littered with shards
and I think I have found
the meaning of the word love
in your eyes.
Our heartbeats entwined
to pound out a trail
for our hope to follow
and I will only be happy
if I can walk it with you.
Lesser PieceDrifting off to wishes now I am consumedLesser Piece5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By the mile
Went in my head to relax now I'm
Lost in all the Files
Now Information's stopped its way to
My melancholy Melon
For Sanity's arrested me, I'm a
Some may say that it is a crime
To live in my head all the time
I just can't figure how they think
Without inner thought I am on the brink
So please no disturbing
While I think out my own lesser piece
It's only me in here
And it's me paying off the lease.
After The WarAfter blood is spiltAfter The War4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
May pretty flowers grow
in their memory.
Letters to RomeoI could be Juliet, and you my Romeo.Letters to Romeo6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We could be reckless, wrecked with passion
We could disobey, and misunderstand.
We could ignore the world, naïve teenagers in a world of complications.
We could play with fire, let it burn us occasionally.
We could swim in cantarella, and swallow it while we can.
We could be reborn, and do it all again.
You could be Romeo, and I your Juliet.
LiliyaBright-eyed,Liliya3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mistress of light.
From Never EnderSedate your thoughts at the moment,From Never Ender5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let our worlds join together.
Never Mind the lack of "insanity" outside,
Let's be more than we are.
Ironically they are no different,
They just lie to form who they are.
Not for I, I'll say the truth from here, on
Yet my word won't get very far.
I don't care, as long as you're here,
I over-think less every day.
Sanity's lost its ungraceful grip on me,
So I am staring to mend to you in different ways.
Sedate Normality at the moment
Tell me how you truly feel.
Forget the lies you are programmed to say,
My attention you can steal.