The Doctors InWon't you come and visit meThe Doctors In8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at Dr. Franklins Island?
Take a boat.
Take a plane.
Once you arrive
plan to stay a while
cause Franklins Island
has a way
of keeping you here.
Enter his lair.
Go into his labs.
Peer through those viles.
But please don't disturb the prisoners.
There's no freeing them now.
They've recieved his brand,
his name upon their skin.
Dr. Franklin owns their everything,
just as he wishes to own yours.
not to slip,
not to fall
into his trap,
into his syringe
waiting for you.
He's got a cage prepared for you.
Welcome to Dr. Franklins Island,
The Doctors In.
11:11 I11:117 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're everything wrong with me
everything right about me,
the embodiment of that secret-desired life
glimpsed through angsty music,
foggy blueness a theme shading
small apartment overlooking
city lights, city cars on city streets,
and I always wonder why the moon is so much larger
from city rooftops.
Small apartment introspect:
hazy filter softens
naked angels' pale moonlit --
skin, curled together,
sleepy breath ruffling silky hair,
lips pressed safely to fragile shoulders.
draped in blue sarong,
covered by notebook,
covered by pen,
covered by overflowing ashtray
because he wants to
she gets bored.
Guitars lie on stands,
against postered walls;
cds in stacks or strewn
wherever stacks are tripped over.
Neruda, Bukowski and Eliot lie
face-down on tables, couch arms;
scribbled papers used to be piled,
were shuffled, fall disorderly to a floor
already strewn with jeans and camo shorts,
brown Chucks and the hat
he hides his hair in.
when we don't speakIf breathing was the answer. If I could reachwhen we don't speak5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
through the bad ideas into the future we
will not have. The lines of a heart
beating, the oxygen through the valves
does not carry the scent of fresh cut grass,
or the synapses of a brain that refuse to
understand that the body does not wish
to recreate itself.
My heart is a hollow beating drum, and there are
no trees in this wasteland, just an endless line of
people who look like lovers,
Millennium Goal 1: PoetryMillennium Goal 1: Poetry9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Original Poem by Ana Paula from Cabo Verde (9 years old) in Portuguese.
For translations scroll down.
Cheio de árvores e
10 grãos espalhados
Full of trees and birds
10 grains spread
In the ocean
Lots of love
A lot of peace
Lleno de árboles y pájaros
10 granos esparcidos
Por el océano
Rempli d´arbres et d´oiseaux
10 graines éparpillées
De par l´océan
Peu de pluies
the distractorToday the sun is sticky-hot,the distractor5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my sweat thick as oil down the hollow
of my spine,
thick like rage that burns the eyes and
The pen was slippery so I cut my nails
I will write you no more poems, you
misunderstand my words, which leads to
more words and then
manically depressedI try a new drug and everything is lessmanically depressed5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
than more. I think my thoughts one
at a time. Everything is more than less,
I feel my limbs singularly, I type more
slowly, laugh more quickly,
I try a new drug that seems to work and
I am afraid of the leaves strewn over the path and
what they hide, the monsters in the closet, finally
with the door closed
but I am dreaming awake, slowly,
I am drifting.
House of Good SenseI want crawl insideHouse of Good Sense6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a cleft in your
& live among people
who don't know
under typewritten words
the print mistakes
the white page,
my passion diffused.
In a world of
like the static on
the Hollywood sign,
I could be small
I wouldn't shake
from the lapse
I could be
the future inside
like film screens.
ghostsRolling your eyes does not countghosts5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
unless you actually see the ceiling
like a storm does not count until you see the silver
underneath the maple leaves,
Death does not count until you begin to write a letter
to the deceased, say is instead of was
when you are done with grieving you hear the birds
call to each other as night falls,
you pull the blankets up to your chin,
you sweep the stairs
remember the things you read in a book that has never
had its heart broken,
feel the loss of grief like a physical wound,
GloryKiss your temple—Glory2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am lost at friends
but this is where
I have come to worship,
where the air smells
of pines & rocky starts.
I’m not sure when
but somehow I cannot
help but believe
it begins with a kiss
that starts a marathon
or in the forms
of a few lines
chasing the light
across a dim room
where I’ve seen you sleep—
soundless & unwavering.
That’s a half-truth—
that you’ve brought me
is the greatest gift
& the greatest fight
in the history of romance.
That you keep your eyes
focused on my prints
deep into midnight—
curling yourself in blankets
but watching like I’ve always
been your favorite film—
is the way & means
of how I know
this is going to last
a self-portraitYou are angry,a self-portrait5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are purple flowers on the windowsill, you are
angry, the fan hums softly, your limbs are soft against
each other, collarbone unfolding like the bow
of a violin. There is a power in anger, there is a light
burning against your ribs, you cannot speak these words
in a known language.
There is an escalation in the forming of self, you draw
the pieces in a poem, you fit them together like the building
of a person, dissect and identify, you write notes in the margin
of your fingers, there is a method of bombs
bursting against the sky, pictures in the clouds,
the world will bend itself around you, you are angry
like the mountains, like the ocean of yourself,
eroding the shore.
the love poemI wanted to write a poem to you,the love poem6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about the sound of your voice, of the
about the catch between one word
and the next
I wanted to write a poem about the way my hands were so cold
the cigarette burned down and I never felt it, the angry words
were my bones,
I wanted to tell you we are always silenced
like a first kiss, the tentative touch,
of the fumbling hands, the dark
and how if you lived a little closer I would
kiss you properly, the sweetness of words
the morning newspapers
the cigarette lost in the
ashtray, sending smoke signals up
to guide us home
Folie a deuxThere is a starving wolf inside of me, nothingFolie a deux5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is ever enough. We ache, we peak, we
The poet, the
predator, the goddess bound
to the earth.
Your half of our whole has grown past the place
I live and
I have the drowning dream again, the
uplifting dream, the clear blue water, the deep-
I listen to the fans, enveloping the stillness,
the brush of tree-leaves
the wolf, curled into
how to record a memoryYou measure the length and breadth of the bruise againsthow to record a memory5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your own fingers, start watching hands for signs of
what they would leave behind,
wonder how to measure what pain might
have left inside your body and even if you would have
had a camera you wouldn't have taken the picture.
You learn to hold your hands under your pillow while you sleep
so as not to accidently brush against your thighs or
breasts while you dream-startle
because that was the part to remember, there
was despair on your blue-purple kneecaps and, later,
no proof of a crime.
Having it Outi. From the Nursery.Having it Out6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Made as porcelain,
Does not sleep.
Keep the containers
Of death pennies-
Like old paint.
Like the way
Can be celestial
iii. Suggestion from a Friend.
From your heart-
Of the way
As kites in the
v. Once There was Light.
Of the world.
There is a star
In the crook
tomorrow, and the day afteri dream of sharing youtomorrow, and the day after11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the world
the way i feel for you
in colours and words
a striking turn of a phrase
and everyone is caught off-guard
a girl i loved once has died
another woman inhabits her body
all the women i have ever touched
curving into our lovemaking
you marvel in the aftermath
i like you because
you have an affinity for my shadows
i hurt you and you let me
and we don't talk about it
and when you touch me
it is easy to let the world
continue spinning without us
i show you all the women inside me
wanting to explain who i am becoming
you smile, saying you already know
because they came to you while you slept
and asked you to be kind to me
i can't now, but someday i will
i'll love you enough to break my heart
stillness of the mindIt isn't dark or uncertain, just somewhere betweenstillness of the mind4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
black and white, you hear news of a baby girl
waiting to be born, talk of going on or off meds, the
premiere of a show you thought you'd seen,
the soft sound of a piano in the background, beneath your voice,
I want to ask you to call back without sounding needy,
I want to ask for a lot of things, like when he asks, What keeps you up at night? and
I tell him, I think I'll be alone forever.
The Colours of The RainbowThe Colours Of The RainbowThe Colours of The Rainbow6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Red is for Running,
Away into the night,
Feeling your breath on my skin,
Knowing we'll be free soon.
Orange is for Opium,
That sweet vice,
It takes our pain away,
And brings us together.
Yellow is for Yelling,
All day long,
It's all we do,
I thought we'd be somewhere better than his.
Green is for Grieving,
For our love,
It used to be strong,
Now it's falling apart.
Blue is for Blindsided,
Like I was that day you left,
It was a slap in the face,
But I knew it would come eventually.
Indigo is for Interesting,
Something you never were,
But this one is,
And I'm willing to accept them.
Violet is for Vibrant,
My life is like that now,
Full of life and colour,
Unlike my life of Black and White before.
deus ex machinabecause you always loved medeus ex machina5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and never said it
I have scrambled through the scrap heap
of our relationship,
I have learned to love
what you love,
to read between
to speak a language
because I always loved you
and never said it
I have worn the necklace you gave me
for seven years,
because it goes with everything
I want to wear,
I have lined the facts up,
and they do not fit together
like puzzle pieces,
but a story with no plot and
a happy ending.
Medical HistoryMedical History5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the dark of slow-
time, the rustle-winded trees, the broken
I talk about the tests I have taken, the forgotten
conversations, the question, never asked about
what I have been doing
If I read you the poem, will you understand what I
didn't say, the song beneath the answer
to question 3B, the neatly tied bow
of defined history
or wanting more than answers
cracks in the sidewalkYou throw the ball into the sun, it disappearscracks in the sidewalk5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for a moment, your mind begins to mend itself,
you say you don't know yourself, but you
love yourself, anyhow.
You read books and became an actor,
playing out your favourite roles,
drowning in the words you know
you could never have written.
You substitute your limbs for a stranger,
learn to dance the waltz,
listen to classical music like a tattoo
on your ribs, a rhythm to the wind,
the way a tree grows with or without you
and you have decided to stay around
to watch a sunrise on the roof, learn to live
with almost anything.
last nightI told you I dreamed yourlast night5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
name, which was a lie.
I dreamed I loved
and they were not enough.
this is an important phrase,
I have not dreamed you
into the stagnant safety of a man,
penis hanging at the ready,
I dreamed you as childhood friends, the
fire-burst hair of my first lover, I
dreamed your hands in my short hair,
osmosisWe talk about heat stroke, clinically,osmosis5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the body vomiting water, the sweat, the
shivering, the way your eyelids have begun to stick
open. Your body is becoming a summer day, heavy,
staring at the ceiling fan you painted blue in a fit of
inspiration, and nowhere to go.
Your dog passes out on the kitchen floor, you love
your body like this, inside-out, dirt dried up the
ridge of your shinbones, silt under your fingernails,
no more words, just inhaling at the same temperature
as an exhale.
The day before yesterdayi.The day before yesterday5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She said, "Stop wishing I was somebody else."
I looked her in the eye while she cried and said, "I don't want anybody else."
The rain spitter-sputtered on the tin cover above us while we waited at the bus stop. If I had an extra bus ticket I would have offered to pay her fare; but I didn't.
And her foot played at the edge of a puddle, while she lay out her open palm to catch the falling rain that looked so much like teardrops. Then she walked out of the bus shelter entirely so that my hand instinctively grasped red-cotton sleeves to pull her back.
"Don't do that, you'll get sick."
And water drip-drip-dripped from her temples, inching down her face and hanging onto her chin. I thought about wiping it away, but it took the free-fall way too fast for me to catch it.
"I'm just having fun." She said.
"And I'm just trying to keep you healthy." I replied.
"Rain's meant to keep things alive."
"Rain gets things wet;"
"- it's m
love poem VIIIIlove poem VIII5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
coarse black curls
smell like patchouli
and wild earth.
trail down the back
like a dark river
if you're not careful
you could drown.
soft and pale
like the wavering grass
in the early autumn.
fragrant like heather
before the rain.
makes you want to curl up
sleep deep, and never
wake up again.