For a FriendI haven't been the best friendFor a Friend6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I hope I haven't been the worst
I hope that you'll remember me
Even when all we know is gone
You'll always be in my mind
I'll never forget all the paths you helped me find
Please forgive my past mistakes
And I'll remember you had none
No matter where you are you'll be here
I'll never forget you, nor your tears
I'll always help you if you only ever asked
No matter how weak you think you are
In my mind you're always stronger
Even if you can't hold on or fight much longer
Then just stay to hear me say my last goodbye
I can't blame you for anything
Please don't have any regrets
You're life is your own to live
But I ask you live it well
I'll always remember the stories you'd tell
But I have one last thing to say
Before I say goodbye
I have to tell you that I love you
Like only a best friend could
So please remember that about me
I hope you give life another chance
Before you think death is what's coming next
That's the way it goes
FriendFinally I can seeFriend2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Really see your heart
It is so big and beautiful
Even with all your defects
No one can replace you
Don't ever change
Take Your LeavePlunge through the memoriesTake Your Leave1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With eyes sewn shut
The bitter slumber takes it hold
As your name
At the back of my mind
Silent subconscious screams
This bed has become a cliff
I cannot escape
On the aerie of your nightmare
As I’m picked bit by bit
Slowly but surely
Placating your crave
Love always leaves a mark
Yours the deepest of all
Made sure of that
As your fingernails dance inside my skin
Splitting these ears in two
Go back to this
Even if the ground pulls
From under my slipping feet
Not another sound
The crow’s nest of your words
Harvesting nothing but death
As your lies
And everything you stand for
Cascade down your mouth
In a molten drip
This is it
The door’s blown open
The winds of my defiance ready
To take your leave
And wipe your face clean from my heart
2014 Vincent Cuccolo
The CallSomewhere far,The Call1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the outskirts
of my Utopian mind,
are the wisps of dawn
pulling at my nightgown -
the sun - eager to reveal
your morning love.
And the wind -
anxious to succumb to
your dying whisper...
The same whisper
that beckons me
to find your arms.
CaliginosityCaliginosityCaliginosity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to write for you again,
Titled the piece “Pour The Ink,”
Playing with metaphor of a broken pen
And the cliché of a broken heart.
I wrote again.
The other dubbed, “Tornado,”
Scribbled on it blindly,
All of my blinding emotions and pain,
But of course,
I threw that one away,
Because I’m indecisive,
But more than that?
It’s truly poetic
And fit to form
‘Cause I liked that piece--
No, I loved it.
But it was too painful to read,
I’m still not where I need to be,
Because you’re not here with me.
You’re not here with me,
And that stings,
Stabs, jabs, cuts, slices,
Chokes, squeezes, and strikes.
It’s striking me,
Right in between my ears,
And all in the cracks of my smile.
Your absence drying my tongue,
(Which explains the lack of words)
The corners of my mouth sore,
And my lips are breaking, chapping.
And the middle of me,
Right in my thoracic
Flawed Canvas.Your lipsFlawed Canvas.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
all across my heart.
My blood isn't even
its a pale and dying
that bleeds onto the floor
and paints a picture
Day 17: How To Bury Your MotherStart with the feet; push downDay 17: How To Bury Your Mother2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
handfuls of earth over stubbed toes
and childhood injuries--
(remember the time she pulled your hair,
called you a bitch and said your father
could never have wanted you).
Press the soil around her calves
and into her knees; let it rest there
as a symbol of the years you parted--
(remember calling her and asking
if she would visit; the way her voice
echoed yours but she never came).
Cup handfuls of dirt and splatter them,
her waist disappearing under the weight
of gravity, just like her abandonment--
(remember wondering if there'd ever be
another place called home; the space
of her now inside you).
Let the ground carve itself, wearing the shape
of her chest, arms by her sides; her heart
invisible, like the way you always felt--
(remember family events you weren't invited
to attend; her mouth hooked in a line
when she said you could have come anyway).
Cover her features one at a time with
lightly sprinkled earth; obliterate her totally
from life, like a ge
Hands EntwinedHands entwined in ribbon red -Hands Entwined1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
love defined by fingered-thread;
you pursue me by palm alone,
and take my fervor as your own.
Rush of blood and joy of heat -
your grasp unable to retreat;
but my hold I keep confined,
for your digits I've made mine.
Who said love couldn't be
as sweet in a simple clutch?
For it's in these very moments
I'm gladdened all too much.
And rocks have yielded strength
in the solace of your grip;
my heart could never find
more contentment than in this.
hangman.i want to devour each letter --hangman.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
allow it to resonate on my tongue
like the sound of silence
striking a chord with emptiness,
before it weaves through my organs
to course through my bloodstream,
i want to dismantle each word
from the tips of your fingers
& carry them delicately,
like atlas holding the celestial sphere,
until they seep through me
to replace each adrenaline molecule
released out of fear.
i want to swallow your lies
as if they are pills to pop
or candy rocks,
& i'm merely indulging:
the beauty of fabricated words lures me
like the feeling of death
of each cigarette to a smoker.
the act of stealing breath
without regret is the art
of destruction, but an art,
i want to feel complete
from under the dome.breathless dreamer,from under the dome.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
sleep is but two arm's lengths away,
evading your grasps throughout the tangle
of uneven arms.
your fingers are the tribute --
a puppet to neuronal impulses
designed to protect you from harm --
that you declare war against
with a shot of vodka.
you are rattling your ivory cage
in self-hate & self-defense
as she ebbs & flows in;
like an intoxicated wave
flirting with the shoreline
on a miserable day,
you are drowning in your veins --
the weight of the world
resting solely on your head, your heart
racing against your mind(-
the path is well tread, each
synapse well versed in a
language that's left you blind,
as you self-medicate & nurse your own
in a house that's not
you are the tired bluebird
who trembles at her touch;
the colour on your skin is a
mark of the chains holding you down &
you are a bird of her prey.
actions & thoughts are known & repeated;
she is your worst enemy & your best friend --
she cages you in
but a cage is no
Tell Me What You've Gone and Done NowIt seems like everybody writes about romance,Tell Me What You've Gone and Done Now10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the murmurs left behind,
the lonely strength of men,
the evolution of goodbye.
There will be times when I tell you I can't
be a number on a list.
I was what you are, once--
the dying star of a memory--
but you must have mistaken me
I can bring your candle to glitter again,
but I can't be your oxygen.
Yes, my bed's a single--
where did you sleep last night?
creationismgod is an amoeba;creationism1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and we're all just living
through the great universal cloaca
JealousyA split second ofJealousy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
exponential and tyrannical,
reigning completely over my mind.
Blocking all reason.
Nothing in so long has sparked such emotion,
it washed anew over long dried out causeways.
It was startling, strong.
It caught me off guard,
like a flashflood, there and gone again.
I can't explain it,
the choking and demanding desire
Go for the kill.
I'm not over it.
I wasn't ready,
not to see it confirmed,
in the smile on your face as you held her,
right in front of me.
I hate it.
I'm sorry, truly,
that I had my moment of weakness,
of pure and unadulterated jealousy.
What should I be jealous of?
Even I can't define it,
I'm jealous that she still has a part of you,
all to herself.
That her part is bigger than mine.
I'm angry, infuriated,
by the grin on your face.
The one that only she can give you,
as of now.
ready to give in to it,
to stop being strong for you.
Her face is a complete demoralization,
a constant reminder that I sti
Please Come Back.I'm sorryPlease Come Back.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
for putting those bruises on your waist
I held on too tightly
because I was so afraid
of what would happen
if I were to let go.
Figmentthe soundFigment1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of oncoming rain
through an open window
somewhere laughter spills
For Every ActionMy every breathe is further blood on the canvasFor Every Action1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My every step a smudge of a footprint on the red
The more i move the more i live
The more death the more life
Is manipulated through these strings
Is manipulated through raw integrity to strive
A butterfly effect for i lived they died
A butterfly passing as their soul squanders in hades
Splinteryou sift over my palmsSplinter1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like ice, splintering
as i frantically try
to tetris you back whole -
but your smile is too crooked,
and your ribcage is stilted, and
your laugh is glazed and unfocused;
you will do your best
to please me. i am
clinging your fragments to my skin,
longing for warmth.
Water's LullabyDewdrops fallWater's Lullaby1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
upon thy cheek
and e v a p o r a t e
instantaneously - dry -
like a spring well
during a drought,
when the roots
of your soil
B u t
Surely, your heart
(let alone your skin)
could learn to accept
hydration's mend -
instead of denying
the heavenly rains
which yearn to revive
dead pores of pain.
Just let the tears
sink deep, my dear.
Let the tears
shall engulf thee
in soft sleep.
Let the tears
sink deep, my dear.
Let the tears
your spirit steep.
To My Biology Textbook EXTENDEDOn page 159 of my biology textbook, it reads,To My Biology Textbook EXTENDED1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
“...cancer is the uncontrolled growth of cells”
as though that could explain everything,
and I thought it did for a time.
But my textbook never warned me
that his skin would pale
to a point where I could see
the blue freight trains
carrying eighteen pills
throughout his frail body.
My textbook never warned me
my grandma who used to spit sparks
would begin swallowing them,
and I would be the only one
to see the ashes tumble from her lips.
My textbook never warned me
that his watery irises would freeze over,
that he would hurl insults like knives,
and that he would clench his jaw
as tightly as his fist clenched his wine glass
because the only person to blame is himself,
and he can’t swallow that as easily
as he can the olives in his martinis.
My textbook never warned me
that my grandma would whisper
with the ashes spilling out her mouth
like prayers she had never uttered before,
that he fought because he wanted to see
They Call This Drowning.We fell in love;They Call This Drowning.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A deep and surging
with lilac waves that
wrestled with our ailing
and azure air that choked our
We were in over our heads.
the smell of dying flowersroses are always betterthe smell of dying flowers10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
first thing in the morning,
just like hands are always better
held in winter.
having said that,
i never did quite understand the
way that your neck stayed so
tanned the whole year round,
or how tomorrow, it'll be a year and
a half exactly since we first exchanged
preferences are not a luxury
i seem to possess, not anymore,
not now you're linked hands with her
and i'm still standing here,
all alone. no man is an island, but
i feel as if i could dive right away from
myself and swim forever. i want to
wrap myself inside myself over and over
again, like waves that tumble right
the way through to the edges of the universe,
yet i still can't seem to shake this
feeling that climbs its way
up my throat when i'm crawling around
under covers, like moths chewing away
at the lining of my stomach.
i feel like i'm living with corpses, dead
wreaths and your wraith twining
into my innards, slowly,
in terminusyou say my timeline is infinitesimalin terminus1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when compared to your hourglass
anatomy; a never ending cycle ticking
time away like a metronome, and
again gravity refuses to bend for me;
i cannot see the fault lines in our skies
any longer. my crystal ball is cloudy,
filled to the brink of destruction --
your broken words and the obscure
misology that is to be our fate.
Dear MomDear Mom,Dear Mom1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thank you for taking care of me
those eight months I spent
curled up in your womb,
slowly being knit together
and listening to your heartbeat.
I appreciate that time
you spent with me then
as much as I appreciate
the time you spend with me now.
But somehow I didn’t know
that when I decided to leave you
one month early
to become my own person
and to learn how to be a woman
you wouldn’t be as close
as you once were,
and I wouldn’t be able to listen
to your heartbeat anymore.
And every night I find myself
curled up in the same position
I was in years ago
and wishing for a heartbeat to listen to,
even if it’s not yours,
because I hate sleeping alone
and it’s not something
you can get used to,
even after fourteen years.