the space between cold and ice,
sweat is raining down your telephone pole neck,
now it's even hotter, pushing 90,
the air is thick and begins to clog your lungs,
dragging September's fog through your trachea,
smoldering your larynx and taking control of your entire body,
burning down bones like candle wicks,
now you're a waxen pool on the bedroom floor,
but wait, tender hands start to take a hold of you,
molding you a new spine made of incense,
hips out of honey,
and a heart out of the horizon,
beating, burning slow,
you release a floral smoke,
drawn in, between the candlemaker's cigarette licked lips.
RunA broken girlRun3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somewhere in the dark
Heart in hand
She there alone
She cant go any further
She walks into the wilderness
Wind whistles in her ears
The cold air burns her lungs
But she runs
Tears stream down her face
Warming where they fall
So warm it almost feels like they're burning her skin
She screams at the top of her lungs
But struggles as her lungs tighten
She trips and falls face first in the dirt
The cold ground feels good on her skin
The earth makes her feel at peace.
She lays looking up at the stars
Listening to the crunch of the leaves
Breathing in the smell of wet dirt
She feels safe in the silence
Her tears stop
As a smile creeps onto her face
"This is where im ment to be"
She whispers to herself
Clearing her body of and fear and any anger
Her soul is calm
Her heart at peace
Her mind is still
Her body relaxed
She is where she belongs...
how to become treasurei. figureheadinghow to become treasure3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my uncovered eyes
the possibility prime
as the sea's shine
sing me the designs
of isolated isles
for I plan
with a smile
ii. the expectant sextant
made to behold
and be held
I measured the distance
between where I was
and where you dwelled
when last the stars
the current seems
have I dexterity enough
for the course I plotted?
I caught wind
to previous havens
my ears caught the tune
of the sirens in bloom
and my tongue
cursed my stasis
iv. a love of ankles
in a foreign body
my lungs must drink
lest my chords speak
just the anchor
give my skin color
and my veins leak
could there be
a more foolish gold
v. how to become treasure
that your maps
DreamsTo dream is a dangerous thing.Dreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It puts assumptions into our heads.
They encourage us to get hurt.
They break hearts.
I've realized that people don't break hearts.
Our dreams do.
We expect things,
And they don't come true.
Who do we blame?
We blame people,
When in reality we should blame ourselves,
For expecting things that will never happen.
It's not my fault,
Or your fault,
For these dreams.
But dreaming is better than reality.
And we just want our dreams to come true.
AntidoteYellowed wallpaper flowers bloom and peelAntidote3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the steamy interior shade.
The kettle sings a monotone falsetto.
The clouds are made of moths
flying towards the sun.
I can feel your hands asking me
in the way they cradle your porcelain glass.
I could find an answer if you want to know why
but for now,
just look at all this light.
Dear ...Dear ...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thank You so much. You are an extraordinary friend who does an outstanding job in healing the wounds of every broken-pieced, depression-suffering and heart-lost teenager.
Angry? I curse using you.
Happy? I get high using you.
Fatigue? I whine using you.
Sad? I cry screaming you.
You make the best of me. You describe me at my worst, at my best. You bring out the lively emotions from my dead-looking, stinking-cold heart. You are able to twist, turn and portray the most powerful messages ever. Through poems, spoken words, and literature; you scream when tears have gone dry, you rise from the dead and stand up when injustice is served and you send such strong messages that it shakes the feet of mankind off the filthy-filled ground.
You are caring, gentle, kind and loving. Thank You for always being there and helping me never give up.
torn paperin the heat of reasontorn paper1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
what the hell
am i doing have i really tried
to reduce you to 'sizzling whale oil
in the lightbulb of your bird-on-a-wire self-esteem'
and 'your want of justice is a diamond
in the rough corroded by mortality'
you who checks my breath for honesty
you my alcoholic breath my only response
i mean -
war orcas bite their steel reins to be drowned
in these silences.
if only you knew
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.
either wayshe dances like a raindrop,either way3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
collapses on the ground,
and all of her bones shatter,
made from thin, liquid glass,
her voice ripples on the surface
and it screams
the soft syllables pirouetting on your eardrums
her fingertips tapping
can you hear them?
they are cotton balls
being dropped on the asphalt
can you hear them?
(it's the wind carrying her feet across the air)
and she dances like a raindrop.
you can catch her
and she can shatter in your palms.
FringeConfused in the wind of a thousand daysFringe5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that carries the muezzin's prayer
tremulous from atop a minaret standing
against the blue of nothingness,
ending with the tracer lights of ascending dusk
in the triple digits of heat
and the smell of blood and eucalyptus,
taking in the last of my breath with the
first of your kiss, you slide into me
and the white blossoms of birds rise with its scent
from off the slow current of the Euphrates-
the adrenaline rush finds a bullet puncture
meant for a nesting crane, and dissipates,
escaping into night that never goes completely
black from the brilliance of desert fringe,
while behind closed eyes comes the intense burst
of the color tangerine, and the drone of
dragonfly wings among the date palms, and an
otherworldly hush from the spillage of cascading sand.
dead starshe told her once that her eyesdead stars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
were burned out galaxies
the light in them
already dead but fading
and that her pupils
were like black holes
liable to pull
you in and never
never let go.
and all she said was
we are all just dead
dead stars in the end.
enamorHer body like that ofenamor3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hesitant. He lays her
fecund bones on
the bed, plants them with woolen
fabric under the
drapes her with skin,
and falls into her,
folds her like cloth
until she is but
a thin line
blanketing the astral
phenomena that is