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.
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
House of Good SenseI want crawl insideHouse of Good Sense5 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.
tomorrow, and the day afteri dream of sharing youtomorrow, and the day after10 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
the love poemI wanted to write a poem to you,the love poem5 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
conversationsI can't even explain it properlyconversations4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the real and immediate consequences of a life
lived on the edge, no one pulling you back by your sleeve,
loved and laughing and angry,
no one saying, no, stop that now,
give that to me
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
if you loved me you would callWe could talk about bad TV andif you loved me you would call4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how I came home to a swarm of flies,
attacked them with hairspray and a shoe,
the book I read last night or a song that
reminded me of who you used to be -
if you loved me you would call and
the sound of your laughter would
make the world seem a bit smaller and maybe
I would sleep wrapped up in different dreams.
Instead of writing someone else love letters
and the quiet of my nights telling me what I knew
from the start. Maybe you never did
feel the way you wanted to.
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,
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,
11:11 I11:116 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.
inappropriate laughterI paint for you, the sound ofinappropriate laughter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your lighter, the inhale, laughter and
pain. The shape of your
voice, the canvas breathing
and the things I couldn't handle,
cupped carefully in your palms.
I take a deeper breath, fall into the silence
between the words, you do not ask
how I am, living on the edge or why
I dreamed about falling, you,
lighting up the night.
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.
the song you sangI cannot sing these words,the song you sang5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the leaves scatter shadows on the street like
petals waiting for the storm or
the darkness naming himself.
I tasted you in my last cigarette, the smoke
to the ceiling, the magnolias ripening, the bursts
of laughter from the swings across the street
I feel you in the caressing wind
from Colorado, or the letter she sent on the back
of a receipt and
the leaves hold themselves hostage,
I am a prisoner of war,
a pink elephant hiding in your living room
if you do not call I will dissolve into the pavement under
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
Collagesi.Collages5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You sit politely
you read as if
the world is light
and no static exists
inside the mind.
You tell me
I am addictive
and my heart bursts-
love fills all my
I am canonized.
from the beach
and you lie
portraits of peace.
Ectoplasm lines the sill.
Your sweet thing wails-
seagull wishing for sea
instead of parking lot-
you hush hush her
and I crawl deep
into the earth
for the trees
to rebirth me.
Guilty, I am.
The lighter flicks-
your matchstick bed fumes-
You lie inside,
the coffee table
with the book-
Your hatred is robust-
I hear the clanging
of the door,
of the Christmas bells
of your voice.
I keep a recording
in my tape player head.
I tie gutter-flowers
to your morning veil-
their ugly-beauty oxymoron
Beauty floats us-
above the muck.
Life Wrote Us a Bad CheckI send for youLife Wrote Us a Bad Check5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and all your
glitter spitting lips,
passion burnt hair
I care for you-
the little bird
nested in my nights.
The sun has
to the Cheshire moon
in handmade casts
are the X's
and the neon signs
You are waiting
that taps your
We are two
apart from billions,
and into each other's
I'm ready to breathe
have us combust
into a quadrillion
pieces of star
and find our
in the sky.
dancing there possible.
We are sad
as cherry blossoms
and saying goodbye
seems like vertigo.
I love youYou know I don't know howI love you4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to love, the words are clumsy in my mouth.
You know I don't know how to love, you
say it anyway and I hold the sound to my
helplessly beating heart, there is a sparrow outside
my window, leaves flung free in the storm,
the world scattered outside the window where
I don't know how to love,
but I write poems anyway, singing softly
to myself, your voice nestled under my ribs.
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,
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
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.
the ulcerThe pain begins low in your belly, rightthe ulcer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
under your ribcage the ache builds,
breath shortens, the volume in the room
turns down, you press
your hands to the spreading fierceness
of your body's rebellion,
sleeplessBeing far away from you makes me moresleepless4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the deep-sheeted dark, the pillows littering
my body, pressed against my back,
I am rubbing my own temples, whispering words
of comfort in a shorthand mumble,
forcing myself to believe that there is more
than what we have scraped up
for ourselves, a holding pattern between us, waiting
For What It's WorthIt is 1965For What It's Worth4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
& we are not even sperm.
Outside people are leaving suburbia
& their parents old-world woven roads
for Haight Ashbury grass,
walking with mud daises on their knees
dropping out to tune into
the universe's voice.
There are tears rolling
onto pine boxes
in cemeteries across
the wavelengths of rock & roll,
boys circling carcasses like
girls pulling out their eyelashes
for boyfriends who resemble
smeared ink portraits
of their former selves.
the kids are listening to
to find the meaning of life,
pressing brown paisley squares
on their tongues
& burning draft cards on
wastebasket funeral pyres
following white rabbits
into the abyss.
In parks & on campus
budding eagle-eyed revolutionaries
are singing crisis
"this is the end,
this is a field day
for love & loss."
Clapping & gunshots
are heard over speakers
the mutilation broadcasted
over the ocean.
Two lovers hide from
the law & the rain
in a truck