The Doctors InWon't you come and visit meThe Doctors In9 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: Poetry10 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 day before yesterdayi.The day before yesterday6 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
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.
last nightI told you I dreamed yourlast night6 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,
love poem VIIIIlove poem VIII6 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.
I love youYou know I don't know howI love you5 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.
the song you sangI cannot sing these words,the song you sang6 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
Tell Me You're Not DeadI miss your voice-Tell Me You're Not Dead6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They took your
"this will crack
spill the oil
of history of
into the sea.
We will turn
from my hips,
My head bobs
My eyes are
The radio floods-
is closer to heaven
hang your neck
from curtain pulls.
Your kite string
I am left
inappropriate laughterI paint for you, the sound ofinappropriate laughter5 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.
when we don't speakIf breathing was the answer. If I could reachwhen we don't speak6 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 I11:117 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.
ghostsRolling your eyes does not countghosts6 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,
StratosphereYes, I will always return to you, the answerStratosphere6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cover my face with my hands, my fingers are so long they
reach into my hair, my breath returned to me in my palms.
I cannot write the things I don't know, the maybe I will call
tonight, maybe I will sit, legs curled around each other, hand
hovering over the keys, listening to the messages you left
in the morning before I woke, when I clung to the last web of a dream,
when even I was not sure if I lived, you left your small voice
in my ear.
GloryKiss your temple—Glory3 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
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
you told me it was differentI can hold my breath for over a minute,you told me it was different6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know the exact shape of my hipbones.
I am practicing
My lover calls in the dark of the night;
for me it always happens like this, no long courtship,
just the knowing, intimately,
the changes of days, the words bursting from
my chest - I know the shape of your heart, it is
in my heart.
I am practicing peeling my ribs back, there is a cave
beneath, but you are not afraid,
you are reading me the poem you wrote, fumbling the
unfamiliar words, you are writing the poem as if you did not know
as if you were speaking for
the first time.
Echoes of CaptivationYou love meEchoes of Captivation6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a sad song.
Which is to say,
or only when
the talk is cheap
and I am
in the well
of the library
to my mattress.
I am a flower
and you are
or I am
trying to prick
to write out
on the window.
I hear your voice
like dove feathers
on bare legs.
I send poppies
in the post-
And by the way,
like a mirror-
you love me
like a sad song.
the ulcerThe pain begins low in your belly, rightthe ulcer5 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,
pelicansIpelicans6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you imagine the woman you love in your bed,
the creases and hollows of her skin ending and the blankets
beginning, imagine falling asleep to the rhythm of her life
you tell me to write a poem about it, as if I had the words,
as if I had not cut my tongue from my body
you imagine love on an airplane, a song you will write some day
with a girl you call Delilah because you were always Samson and
some day in the not-so-distant future
everyone will forget how
you call to make me smile
as if a specific set of numbers had weight, as if
you knew I was comparing you to a pelican in flight and
the rush of their wings was our laughter saying, I love you,
I love you, goodbye
Folie a deuxThere is a starving wolf inside of me, nothingFolie a deux6 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
conversationsI can't even explain it properlyconversations5 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
a self-portraitYou are angry,a self-portrait6 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.
Goodnight and Good LuckI first called homeGoodnight and Good Luck6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the second AM
I had been walking
a pearl design
into the sidewalk
outside the hospital.
I stayed up all night
waiting in the hush hush
of the room
where people keep
altars in front of
big screened TV's,
try to forget
humming in the distance
and how it sounds
When you put the
world to blur
the only thing you exchange
The palette of the skyline
dressed in lingerie
and empty cafeterias
buzzed with black,
The regeneration of
hope and smiles
is slow through a
steel right angle.
There is no comfort
in the broken jaws
and their dazed hands
My hair matted
and sleep felt
like losing control-
the 7 Eleven
looked like heaven