as we become ghostsThe air is smooth and thin,as we become ghosts1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
running over my shoulders like buttermilk,
curling wax fingers
and smoke escaping my oak tree bones,
I don't know where I'll end up yet but
I know I'm close,
and I know I'm close because I'm still breathing,
inhaling that charred floral scent
where dahlias are breeding in the curves of my collarbone
and lilacs are blooming between each vertebrae,
intertwining with every rib, climbing them like strands of DNA,
oh you know I wouldn't mind if you used my ribs for a ladder,
go ahead and use me up like some sort of construction worker,
for my body is yours to take, my heart to break,
but I should let you know now that this love is a disease,
it will leave you in ruins with teeth like Aztec tombs rotting inside your mouth,
and it will leave your hands forming empty circles in the sky where the stars should be,
but all of this is okay because when we're together I can see the moon in your eyes
and the sun in your lips,
when they dare form a smile, your kiss
unfathomed depthsIt took yearsunfathomed depths1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to build a home
Dreams he had,
reality in which
It took years...
in which he
but the pieces
are too small.
It took years...
Dreams he had,
life he lives,
emptiness he feels,
even walls whisper.
Days are long,
and almost the same,
nothing new to
awake the joy,
dreams are buried
a long time ago,
tho man still lives.
Empty and sad,
angry and bitter,
he still lives in the house
in which he used to
plan his future,
dreams that kept him alive,
tho pieces of happiness
are too small,
it took years to built
a home like that.
It took years
for man to
give up on his dreams,
he used to live
along with them.
Pieces of happiness
we are all of us artwe are all of us artwe are all of us art4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by our wills
shading our eyes
sighs and hopes
chiseled into our skins
we are gradients
from start to end
to new beginning
we have penciled in
all the ever after
hanging paintings from the rafters
with chapters of artistic zen
we are each a calligraphic pen
have spanned the distance
we fill the skies and sea
with prose and poem
and fashion new designs
from cirrus borne
our very forms
are swirling paints
and ordered space
and twirling ornate bone
we are the details
we call our own
we make this canvas blank
Shake It OffSelective collectiveShake It Off1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
- coagulating -
regret accumulating against you.
Re - living it was the easy part.
No way. There was no light.
the glow of a ghost.
- heart murmurs -
I paused to savor the expansion of blood in my arteries.
A declaration of demons
- monstrosity -
But honestly, I was just like them. I just wanted my pound of flesh.
hey boy, I'm bleeding without youI guess you could say I've been infatuated with death,hey boy, I'm bleeding without you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I'm even more consumed by you
in the deadliest way possible.
steamI'm sprouting crow feathers from my scapulassteam1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
while the air is much too thick to swallow,
my body melts into a pool of oil,
poisoning already noxious waters,
Then you find me in the ocean's center
and the water starts to boil
as we become the equator
and lose ourselves under the sun.
Shh. (Extended)Shh, and hear the silent screamShh. (Extended)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of the girl you used to be.
Blink; let her flash before your eyes
Let her smile take you by surprise.
Isn't the sight of those curved lips strange?
Stranger - how quickly this life can change.
Notice how she doesn't reek of pain.
The purity of her soul is difficult to obtain.
Wait...do echoes of the past have a soul?
Beautiful EyesThey speak to me, spilling your secrets, opening your soul.Beautiful Eyes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's nothing you can hide in your beautiful eyes,
As golden and magical as the morning sunrise.
They're a kaleidoscope of emotion.
Whispers of unwritten stories in each little fleck of green,
Murmuring tales of broken hearts, visits to the between.
The depth of your pain, your albatross
Spins in those eyes, plunging down, down, fathomless;
Yet, they sparkle at a distance, boundless, fearless.
I drown in those eyes, listening eagerly to the stories.
I am lost in your ageless soul...
short-term memory.and you'll never forget:short-term memory.1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
When you realized that everybody dies alone.
When you didn't take your eyeliner off one night, so in the morning
your eyes would look as hollow as you felt.
When you spent a year blacking out the sad endings in your books.
(When you wished that life could also work like that.)
When you learnt that "We need a break" means "I am going to break your heart."
When you fell in love with the stars, and the way he says "us."
When he told you, "More than just a long time."
The first time you hung up to the sound of your father laughing.
When you walked home from a party in January, and couldn't remember
if you were still breathing.
When you begged him to let you be sad, and he smiled and said, "No."
When you saw the irony of drawing trees on paper – and how alive you've felt
after being sure you were dead.
Ghost StoryWhat is thisGhost Story1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the next horizon
holding strong against the wind,
it is a figment,
it is an oil stain,
it is something
less than a blur
and more than a photograph.
helium balloon lungsi. You write me notes scribbled on sandpaperhelium balloon lungs1 year 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.
cadavershe was born with arctic lipscadaver1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and overcast skin.
her hair fell like fresh snow
and she was far too thin.
her bones in locked closets,
joints creaked and shrieked
like a rotten floorboard
under gossamer feet.
oceanic dreamssea bed,oceanic dreams1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
RattlingThe air is still too crisp for my morning skin,Rattling1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
honeydew lungs are ra-ra-rattling and I'm sipping on ice water,
water is made up of such beautiful things,
reflections, refractions, waves, and liquidated lifeforms,
are we dead or are we dying?
I love you, I love you, I love you
and I've only just forgotten to tell you,
so take your molten fingertips and melt me down
oh please just burn down my firewood ribs as death clings to yours,
I am never alone when I am being held by your lonely ghost,
held, hold, holding,
no, I am never alone.
the mockingbirdlet the bird fly into your imagination,the mockingbird1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
flutter it's way into your heart,
take you on it's sky glide,
watch the wings spread far apart.
let it dip down in the water,
leave a feather here or there,
sing a song of sweetened freedom,
pick a berry for you to share.
soar with the bird into the heavens,
and guide the creature back into night,
for the mockingbird is brown bellied beauty,
waiting for your permission to take flight.
Marigolds (and your memory)Crayola doesn't have enough namesMarigolds (and your memory)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the infinite shades of gold
that coat my dreams
when you grace me with a smile.
The Cost of LivingWe skipped stonesThe Cost of Living1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
across the pools of our mind,
where they hesitated for a moment
before deciding to plunge
down into the seamless depths,
leaving only abject stillness behind,
for you see the waters
No longer clear pools,
of a former youthful fount,
once pristine, untouched
yet quivering in eager anticipation
with every disturbance,
alive, awake, serene,
what remains instead
are the remnants
of our regrets.
While at unsuspecting
moments when caught
in just the right light
the colors are beautiful
and take our breath away
leaving us awestruck at the possibility,
that so much filth and grime
can give birth to the sublime,
in our heart of hearts,
we know all too well
the price that is paid
for that kind of beauty,
it is unnatural,
and if we are not careful,
merciless will it smother us.
So we choose to remain
just upon the very outskirts
watching from afar,
the ghost of our lives,
an all the debris we have left behind,
and we kno
walkI walk along the frosted edge of morningwalk1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as the sun stretches it's long arms into the waking sky
inky blue pushed slowly back like a warm blanket
in that perfect stillness before
even the air seems still as it muffles my foot steps
and the early winter chill leaves frostbite kisses on my cheeks
and makes shapes of my clouded breath
here along the frosted edge of morning
Birthing the moon 1Birthing the moon1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the brilliant moon
from within silver clouds
Quiet night brightens,
as the luminous full moon
escapes silver clouds
Coin 44and i spent some time rememberingCoin 441 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way your fingers met
the soft beginnings of your palm
i'm not much better
than the words echoed
on a night with the stars
scattered like birdseed
HauntedHe swept the chessboardHaunted1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With his greedy palms
A montage of feathers
And soupy, brown eyes
Alone she stands
Her rust colored hands
Clutch the binding
Of a small book
The wrinkled remains
She holds like a memory
The ghost of accordions
Of spoons and realizations
A warped cross
Dragged her across
A stormy Rubicon
To a ravaged world
The thick smell of cigarettes
Is replaced by burned flesh
A lemon-haired boy
She had forgotten to kiss
Is cradled in my arms
Carried from harm
To a place where the Fuhrers picture
Does not watch him from the wall
Modern Prometheus.I would climb a mountainModern Prometheus.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of your choice,
Just to see your lips
Curl up and say hello,
To your oceans of wonderment.
If you so desired,
I would take flight from the cliffs,
A hawk, an eagle,
With clipped wings.
And I would fly, not towards the sky,
But down the mountain I would go,
And even once I've hit the ground,
(And I would hit it running)
I'd climb back up to that mountain's peak,
And do it all again.
I would be Prometheus
And the eagle,
For just a shred, an ounce,
Of your love and happiness.
Sonnet for Danielle no. Ipropogator, I rarely even hush thy name,Sonnet for Danielle no. I1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but here we are again, you fan the flames
coals now, but breathing hearts
blown upon, a jump-start
I bleed, bled and will continue to bleed,
for you, I find solace in it again to spread the seeds
a friendship renewed a ship re-float,
stick me with another knife. I'll fetch your coat
my patience is not ill mannered, it is temperance
it is patience, a semblance of what once was love, but not ill timed entrance
not another chance, not another go
we are gone, you were too slow
your name is again idle, I forgot, I forgave
I quit, I caved.
EnkiduGilgamesh slayed the great monsterEnkidu5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
as his brother swore in anger
and the softest of rains
fell from the mountains.
I thought of this today
sitting on the curb
of a very busy street
watching a man and his
small, fidgety dog.
The sun is shining
like a heat wave
and you can really see
this leash straining
around his neck.
He stumbles into the road,
he climbs back up.
His owner seems distracted
by some girl in the window.
I take a sip of my drink
as earth's geometry
continues on its
This scrawny little
white and brown dog
wanders back into the street.
Grinning with his tongue
as the cars
flow around him
like a rock in the river.
I tilt my can back
a little farther.
He notices this time
and wrenches the thing
with a sharp grunt
back onto the pavement,
then strolls by me
without a word.
And now I'm here with
this empty can of soda
thinking about how all
the best stories
have a little bit
of violence, and
must be the hero.