Heart On My SleeveThere are tiny holes
In the sleeves of all my shirts
And my sweaters
And my dresses
From where I used to proudly pin
My heart for all to see
Until that day it got torn off
Smashed and mangled on the ground
It's doing better now
I keep it tucked safely away
Although I still shiver a bit
Whenever the wind blows
Through those tiny holes
The Lover- Oh, So Wrong (20) You say that it's your fault, why it went all wrongThe Lover- Oh, So Wrong (20)3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You sang the wrong words, you held the wrong tune, you picked a lousy song.
Your mind went crazy- Made the mistakes
Now you watch as we crumble, and slowly it breaks.
Everything you do, you see it turns out wrong
First you say it too quickly, say too slow, then make it far too long.
What your brains whispers sometimes makes it's way out,
Ignorance is Blind (56)You whisper five sweet words,Ignorance is Blind (56)3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then back up six more steps.
You notice all the birds,
But blind, pass o'er the clouds.
Going on you say you're sad,
That you're worried and upset
But then I must be mad-
You're fine when you're with them.
I'm beautiful you say-
Much prettier than them.
Then why is it everyday,
I see you over there?
Maybe you aren't lying,
And maybe it is so.
But why are you not trying,
To see these tears of mine?
EtiquetteI'm societyEtiquette3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I'm tradition and Culture
And I will kill you
PoetryI don't own a book of poetryPoetry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Although I write it all the time
I tend to think one crazy artist
Is quite enough in my mind
GhostI can't trust youGhost3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if you've never fallen.
How can I know,
you'll get back up?
An Ode to the DreamerAn ode to the dreamer,An Ode to the Dreamer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who gave up the dream
I salute you
Don't worry, I understand
You see; I did it as well
So here's to the accountant,
who wanted to play basketball
An ode to the CEO,
who is really a dancer
Here's to the farmer,
who should have been on Broadway
Here's to you
Because I know
That when you gave it up
When you surrendered
You had your fingers
crossed behind your back
What If “If you couldn’t see to sew, what would you do?”What If3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
“Well, if I couldn’t see, I guess I’d take up pottery.”
“And if you couldn’t use your hands?”
“I would play piano with my toes.”
“But what if you couldn’t hear, what then?”
“If I couldn’t hear, or see, or use my hands then I would build a thousand sand castles with my feet.”
“What if you couldn’t use your feet?”
“Then I would roll my body in paint and fly across an empty canvas.”
“How would you know the colors?”
“I wouldn’t. I would know the textures.”
“But what if you couldn't use any of that? What if you were trapped inside
The Flaws of PerfectionI live in a glass worldThe Flaws of Perfection3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every individual as translucent as the next
Cold, without compassion,
Greed and arrogance reflected on their faces
Mirror images of each others' "perfection"
The contradiction to the honey coated words they speak
But the truth is reflected nonetheless
A truth they ignore to uphold their flawed idea of "perfection"
I live in a glass world
The image of "perfection" is mirrored everywhere
Reflected on every surface
Only skin deep, this "perfection"
Transparent, this "perfection"
The means used to acquire this state trivial compared to the end result
Merely a status, a condition, yet
They live and they die for acceptance
I live in a glass world
It's heartbeat erratic, threatening to destroy what they have turned it into
This world, so fragile, it can shatter from the smallest push
And they let themselves be swallowed whole by their ignorance
To attain the false, god-like state of "perfection"
But, from where did it sprout, this idea of "perfection"?
Who has proclaim
DeeperWho are you that you are beautiful?Deeper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What puts you in this category?
Is it the way your cheekbones rise
In harmonic symphony?
Perhaps it is the way your eyes
Are the exact color of the sky above the lake
That we both love.
Maybe you are beautiful
Because of the tiny wrinkles near your eyes,
Or the way that you dance
When you walk.
You could be beautiful because
Your hands are never still
Fingers twitch with energy
To tap out a melody,
Or draw out a picture.
Who are you that you are beautiful?
What am I that I would see you thus?
A Single WingI have scarsA Single Wing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've never had
to fill holes
that don't exist
They say that
I am whole
but my other half
How come I miss what
I've never had
Personal GhostsWith your sparkling eyesPersonal Ghosts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And toothy grin
It can get rather difficult
To suppose you'd understand
So pardon me for not thinking
Of the skeletons hung up
Next to your yellow sundress
It can be easy to forget
That smiles are plastered on
So the cracks can't show
AgingWhen I walk on the curbsAging3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of downtown, I can turn my head
and see my reflection
in the glass.
In the windows that stand guard
against the smoke
and the rain
and the winds.
I can see myself,
flickering between panes
as I move down the streets.
I can see myself,
waiting to grow old
and learning how to remember.
BlinkBlinkBlink4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
said the boy with the camera
and this moment
will never know our names.
It will take your best parts -
the smile you saved for Sundays
with your good dress
knees pressed tight
against the resurrection,
hoping mother never guessed
what prayers were left
upon the altar;
the kisses gathered for your lover -
passion's flagrant promises,
not the chaste monsters
school girls dream of
while sweaty palms
pin wilting corsages to tulle.
delivered to the front door
at Christmas and graduations,
circuses disguised in boxes
and envelopes stuffed like dates,
all wrapped in heady silk;
and the tears
you thought everyone knew -
since gloves were small,
secrets that swore to leave
at pillow fights and seances
but never let you breathe.
like flash in an iris,
and the grain of paper
yellowing gently in the attic
like your heart's montage.
thieveryshow me how to taste the sugar cube truthsthievery4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and swallow the falsehoods that make my tongue
so swollen. share with me this bitter mocha,
it's our last date: dark chocolate with
whipped cream and cinnamon on top.
the elixir lends color to your
pallid face and worthless eyes.
humans, we are low and vulgar, you say,
because we kiss with our eyes open.
my tongue remains swollen
from all the lies i told you,
that quiver shawlless and ebbing
in the yellow air like tagged machetes:
the feverish promise i gave you,
failed to see through, then rebuked.
but these waters were always salted, pirated
by angels, contaminated by the tears they cried
when we pulled apart. out on the pier
i think i see your face dissolved into the ocean.
i think i see the rag doll savages gasping herb
breaths, bestowing you with medicinal apologies.
they shouldn't be here; i could've fixed your
churning shoulders. the low pressure system passes
and the ocean swells, ending our vow to hold eternity.
ArtistWhile you hand outArtist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your heart on street corners
I'll still be here
Imagining new colors
How to WriteIt is not enough to write wellHow to Write3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Calling upon commas and punctuation
And adding rhyme and rhythm
For what comes of such
To accomplish anything
I must take out my heart
Break though my ribs
Rip apart the sinew and muscle
Although my hands slip
And the metallic tang of blood
Overwhelms my senses
I barely falter in
My agonizing movements
That tear away my very soul
The arteries and veins stretch out
And as they begin to snap
My heart is released
I fight to stay alive
Hands finally begin to shake
Affixing heart to paper
The nails that hold it up
The ones in my coffin
Goals of a WriterTo perpetuate the fantasy of foreverGoals of a Writer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By exploring the expressions of
The Boy With the GlassesThe boy with the glassesThe Boy With the Glasses3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Puts them on
And sees the world
For what it truly is
And it is all too much
He can't take
Their rules, their ways
He would rather just see the world
Through his own blinded eyes
So he takes the glasses off
Not wanting to see
He takes the glasses off
ConundrumIt's funny howConundrum3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The government says
Don't spank your children
Doesn't solve anything
And will only scar them
Yet they go to war
Claiming it's the only way
Just a Little LongerDance with me just a little longer,Just a Little Longer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Though I know you have to leave,
Your face will linger on in my mind,
Long after our tune has faded
.:Asking:.I ask of Earth,.:Asking:.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the power that helps living things grow,
I ask that you nurture, solid and true,
And help me to grow too,
I ask of Air,
the element that can make blood stir and fingers chill,
I ask that you swirl, wild and true,
And make my blood stir too,
I ask of Fire,
the force that warms the heart and burns things anew,
I ask that you smolder, bright and true,
And burn my insecurities and make me new too,
I ask of Water,
the nature forges new paths and pushes through,
I ask that you bubble, clear and true,
And help me push a way down my path too,
I ask of Spirit,
the essence that binds us all together; tree, stream, rock and me,
I ask that you bond, strong and true,
Bind me with Mother Earth, and give me strength to go through.
OhFingers in front ofOh3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
laced in light.
The arid, shifting
desert of your palms.
Sand in the beachgrass,
Listen to the shell:
it will teach
what is alive.
Tell your children it was the ocean.
The whole world
can hear you breathe.
Are you innocent yet?
and long, dark hair.
May she never hear the name
that you whisper through the dark.
WrappedWrapped in silks,Wrapped7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And smooth velvet,
Placed in a wooden chest,
Encrusted with rubies
(Not emeralds, though,
I never liked emeralds.)
I placed my heart.
I locked it.
The key was gold,
Decorated with one small,
To the casual observer
Of its worth.)
I placed the key
In a golden chain.
(Easier safekeeping, I decided.)
Without doubting my move,
I subtly gave it to you,
With the locked box.
I wonder now,
After so much time,
If you ever knew
I gave you the box.
I wonder if you ever saw it,
"What is in there?"
I trusted that
It would be enough,
To simply do it
Read my mind.
I assumed you would know.
(I know, don't assume
else wise you'll make an ass out of you and me.)
But I thought you would feel the pulse,
Each beat echoing within the box
"I love you"
King Saul's daughter.I found a photograph of us last night,King Saul's daughter.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
one from our college days.
It fell out from between the rice paper pages of
my collected works of Shakespeare and floated down
to the floor, settling among dust bunnies flushed out
during this year's spring clean.
From five feet and fifteen years above,
our younger selves stared up at me,
smiling with a fresh flushed newness
full-faced and growing, we swelled with promise:
the burgeoning fruits of an orchard in springtime,
the hope of a rich harvest come fall.
Cheeks young and feverish, sun-tinted red
the first rays of warming summer darkened our
thickening adolescent skin, ripened our nubile flesh.
We were bright with the mad urge to scribble poetry:
in gas station bathrooms when we stopped on road trips,
on park benches on our walks through the city,
and inbetween the keystrokes of papers furiously written,
rushed metaphors more important than sleep.
We moved together, our urgency beating at our chests,