helium balloon lungsi. You write me notes scribbled on sandpaperhelium balloon lungs3 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 lipscadaver3 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.cobblestones3 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
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
ariseToday the raindrops taste spicyarise3 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:
how to pay the plumberthe sun is born of ink that leaks from dog-eared galaxieshow to pay the plumber3 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.
biopsyput me under, cover my face, stuff my lungs with your chemical lies.biopsy3 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
unzippedi.unzipped3 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.
MusingI'm too young to spend my lifeMusing3 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.
purgeheaving up a universepurge3 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
IcarusFledgling of theIcarus3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(dawn is quiet
when the noose is
rotsunlight floods hallwaysrot2 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.
haunt of autumni.haunt of autumn2 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
InsomniaA miniature moon floats sleepilyInsomnia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
atop my open window;
a drifting continent sifting
over shivering tree tops.
Watery clouds explore along the
broken crest of atoms,
fingers rolling in the shadows
of its dimensions.
My skewed sight steadily begins to
repaint the scattered stars and
one by one like raindrops,
they burst across the sky
Breathing down in thoughtful shafts
upon the inside of my eyelids.
I'm thankful to be an insomniac.
I Just Called To Say I Hate Myselfangel, twist your halo into an anchor,I Just Called To Say I Hate Myself3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tear your wings out at the roots if you won't fly anymore.
blow out the candle you left burning at the window,
close the door, i'm not coming home tonight.
sing the stars in your silver sky
a melancholy lullaby,
sing them down
the way you used to.
angel, don't look for me tonight,
i'm on the wrong side of a one-way door.
you know i love you, but i'm a whore,
i didn't mean to let this go so far.
wipe the tears from your silver eyes,
i know you are but what am i,
sing the stars in your fading sky
a brokenhearted lullaby,
sing them down
the way you used to.
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.
syracuseListen to the audio version for the full effect, pretty please.syracuse3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cloudshot sky like an oil painting and i am watching the
darling, i will swim for you
and swallow every whitecap.
i will pluck myself a coat of pelican wings,
sew them up with salt and spray--
become icarus for you.
you are calling me across the waves, love--
but you pull against the ache
in my bones, the hollow--
the clawing out for unseen sunsets and unturned tides.
i hear you, love
give me time.
i will always listen.
a string drawn tautthere are so manya string drawn taut3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blue stars in your skin
but i can't believe
each neuron is a universe
alight with planets,
gaunt aliens signing god
in the absence of your name,
dim cars on the street,
beneath an awning
like a glowing orange womb
you shudder saying,
i just had a chill,
is this room cold
or are we in the gut
of a giant
who's strung out
seven days lifeless,
biting the apple,
wishing for his mother,
the earth is spinning
in the eyes
of a turtle
with a red shell
who swims in the flowers
who swallows supernovas
and they pass through his kidneys,
we could burst any minute,
a fly's nerves twitch,
a city laid,
between microscope lenses,
clutching wife to child,
do you know my name?
do you know you're shivering?
do you know i'm the son
of your nucleus?
i live in your cheek
and die at your
where i dance alonei. I mistook a shy boy for a thunderous one in the days when I lived inside his lungs.where i dance alone3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
ii. I wanted your hands in the early morning, or in 8 o' clock light. (Does it matter? I just wanted you.) Hands like paper cranes, hands like wind chimes. Then we could've been like lovers in a parody: "I love you, I love youno, I don't. But you are beautiful." And while I was not your lover, neither was I your queen. Either way, you wouldn't hold my heart.
iii. Our fingers would've taken flight and then the rest of us, too. Then you would've known of the ballroom in my chest, the migrations inside my body, of the tiny secret nothings that make their way like monarchsas if by instinct, as if they have been here beforefrom ballroom to piano hands to the museum that is my mind to my stomach. But you are the only lost boy afraid to fly.
iv. I was a foreign land and you would not dare travel without a map. But I do not possess a souvenir shop in which to purchase one. I am a des
AsphodelAsphodel: flower of the underworldAsphodel3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I drank from the river and forgot everything,
I don't even remember I'm dead,
Worthless, I never did anything,
Never fought, Never killed, Never bled.
Achilles, the brave
and the damned
I don't even remember I'm dead,
Left as a repeating shadow,
Never fought, never killed never bled,
No Elysium fields, just the Asphodel Meadow
Brave and Damned,
spit on me.
Left as a repeating shadow ,
worthless, I never did anything,
No Elysium Fields, just the Asphodel Meadow
I drank from the river and forgot everything.
hey boy, I'm bleeding without youI guess you could say I've been infatuated with death,hey boy, I'm bleeding without you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I'm even more consumed by you
in the deadliest way possible.
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.
NeedA kiss-Need3 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.