a taxidermy fawn,
existing yet comatose,
my soul flickers within a lantern,
releasing a smoke with the scent of
pheromones and vanilla verbena,
but your necromantic whispers
linger in my ears,
so sweet and succulent as peaches,
give me breath,
filling my lungs upon a full moon,
oh i'd so like to take a bite of you,
you and your jungle bred lips,
tropical to taste,
organic to kiss,
jaguar, leopard spots
cover your skin
in patterns painted by the forest,
then a low, throaty growl
slips from your jaw,
haunting me like a past mistake,
but you are wild bamboo
and the sound of my heart beating,
palpitating against soft winters,
pulsing with the rhythm of summer,
for some reason you suit me
in all seasons,
and like gravity
you hold me
so no, i cannot escape you,
for no one can bypass
an autumnal equinox
or an eclipse of the sun,
you only continue to
kindle the flames
you used my wooden ribs to make
and i truly love
that searing sensation in my gut,
Ignore AdviceWrite ten bad poems.Ignore Advice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Write one hundred
Write and drink.
Keep a notebook with you,
write in public
and make sure that others
know that you are, in fact,
Write a love poem,
then throw it away
because all the good ones
have already been read.
write about the decision
instead of the feeling.
Write one sentence
say to yourself that
this is it, THIS is IT.
and tell yourself that again.
SorryTo the future children of this world, I'm sorry.Sorry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry that life is so tough.
And that not everyone is going to like you no matter how spectacular you truly are.
I'm sorry, this world is filled with hate and prejudice.
That everyday innocent people are killed either by themselves or others.
That because you're different you might have to run just a little harder than everyone else.
I'm sorry for the fact that true friends are so hard to come by.
And that one day they will still hurt you.
What sets people apart is whether they're worth hurting for or not.
I'm sorry that one night (or many a night) you will end up lying in the darkness crying all alone.
And that you might never know the reason why.
And I'm sorry that you're not given a choice to be born and the only thing you can do is make the best of it.
That sometimes hard work just won't cut it.
I'm sorry that sometimes you might be alone in a place you never wished to be in; with not a soul in the world to watch over you.
I dreamt of a flood and you were the waterLight bulb eyes,I dreamt of a flood and you were the water3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
burning through me like
crash into me
as I dream,
your ocean spits me out
through seaweed teeth,
and I love you,
but you blink light
and breathe water,
so not only am I blind,
I am drowning.
the most honest poem i've ever writtenI keep a bible by my bed and tell myselfthe most honest poem i've ever written3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One day, I'll read it.
I'm that jigsaw puzzle your grandmother gives you
That you never really wanted.
I'm a shipwreck you just know will happen, and yet
You're still standing on the shore, waving
Good-bye to your loved ones.
I like rain and you and breathing
And only one of those is optional.
I think horrible things are funny,
and cry when I lose something I thought
I'd have forever.
For what it's worth, I can't
Imagine next year without you
And I've always wanted a friend with ground eyes
'Cause I've spent too long in the sky,
I'm sick of 'flying'.
If I had a god, I'd call her Mom.
She'd live in the ground, and be my best therapist
And she wouldn't just be pretty things, but ugly ones too.
I don't want to be a poet.
I want to be happy.
My name is Grace, though I wish people
Called me Grae,
Because I'm not graceful, and I don't feel amazing,
And I fit much better into the category of
"a little bit of black and white"
Than anything else.
The Rainfall KidThere are raindrops on his fingersa glistening cluster of perfectly silver droplets that read like some shining, ethereal roadway mapthe night that he comes for her with the thunder of a summer storm rolling forward on his footsteps. The low rumble of it jolts her from a book induced slumber, the cover rough beneath hands and the jumble of last-read letters blurring on the underside of blinking eyelids as rain begins to fall. Although it's almost been longer than memory will allow, she knows that there is no mistaking the sudden upheaval of the outside world for anything other than his arrivalafter all, it hasn't stormed in years.The Rainfall Kid3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soon enough, her shoulders and the soles of her bare feet are collecting water along with the hardback that had slipped, forgotten, through outstretched fingersnow laying broken-spined with white pages exposed and its words all bleeding together in thin rivers of smudged ink. The leafless trees seem to shudder, emerging from
itinerant.i am a touristitinerant.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my own heart;
getting lost in the
and climbing up
trying to find
my way out.
i am a traveler
in an unfamiliar
wrong turns and making
mistakes, retracing my
paths and finding
faults in all the walls.
when there is a hunger
in your heart;
let it grow,
feed it more,
give it what it needs.
when there is sleep
in your heart;
let it rest,
let it cry,
give it what it deserves.
i am a tourist in
my life; touching everything
and memorizing all the lines
just in case i never get
to see them again.
...like kissing caffeinehe drinks me in like a creamy mocha--...like kissing caffeine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
double shot chocolate,
making love to sugar.
his eyes on my thighs,
& lips on my hips:
my heart dancing & pounding in
of devilish love,
the picture perfect poet's dream:
a soft, swirled, murmuring blend of
sweet & spicy & bitter & sour.
every breath of his
a windfall of words go off in my head
that i don't even understand.
beautiful eyes that in me
surmise no surprise
--green like unfallen snow--
each whisper of a feeling in them
like a caressing fingertip up your spine,
i shiver & laugh
when his lips touch mine, it's...
Perfectly FlawedShe's hidingPerfectly Flawed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the corner again,
just like when she was little.
She thinks that if
she turns her back
on the world,
that it won't be able
to see her tears.
no one will hear
But, her corner
isn't as secluded
as she might want.
their own haven,
and there are only
so many places
Sooner or later,
you run into someone.
Someone who is running
from the same things you are,
in the same direction,
to the same place.
It's not fate,
just the world
in all the right ways.
Two lonely jigsaw pieces, sliding into place.
The pieces coming together
are one thing,
but pulling them apart
is nearly impossible.
Some things are just meant to be,
for better and worse.
Am I Finally Good Enough?I wiped away your tearsAm I Finally Good Enough?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stayed up with you all night
I fought away your fears
To make sure you were alright
I was the one
Who always stood by your side
I was always there
To be the one you confide in
I moved mountains
When nobody else could
I held you in my arms
When nobody else would
Am I finally good enough
To be worthy of your love...?
Or is there something more
That you're still waiting for...?
TruthShe has a writers hands,Truth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Quill-pricked fingers and palms
Stained with ink - she leaves
Traces of her soul on everything
Her antebellum eyes betray the
Scars scattered on her ribcage - they
Can't cover all the fingerprints
Time has left there, stark and
Unyielding under moonlight tainted
[She's a used canvas,
But she'll never let that stop
Her from being her own brand
Live Like You're Dying"Live like you're dying"Live Like You're Dying5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What a great phrase to live by
But it just doesn't work
Things come up,
Life gets complicated,
Stuff gets expensive
If everyone lived like that,
People wouldn't get depressed...as badly
Or at least,
Things wouldn't trigger so soon
It's a very interesting concept
People wouldn't be heartbroken
They would move on with their lives,
And live life to the fullest
They spend their time doing nothing
Thinking life is over
They don't realize just how much they have to live for
And I regret it,
In a way
I still feel that way,
But I know more of what's wrong with me
I've accepted it
I'm no longer in denial
It's getting easier to talk about,
And I want to inform others of it
The pain it causes,
The misunderstanding you get,
The judgment that falls onto you
People that don't know about this are prejudice
They have their own judgments,
But they don't know what it's like
Most of my friends are that way
And I want to tell them
Tell them they
Date a girl who drawsDate a girl who draws.Date a girl who draws3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You know the one. Her bag will be filled with discarded pencils and pens, scraps of paper with mindless doodles on them and blank books sticking out of her bag. She's the one who spends an hour trying to find the perfect sketchbook, only to pick up three more because she just couldn't help herself. She's the one hunched over in the coffee shop, rain or shine, the gears in her mind turning and turning while her hands move to catch up with every idea she has. She's the one who's too focused on what she's doing that her coffee's gotten cold and the people around her peek over her shoulder but she doesn't realise.
Compliment her drawings.
Ask to see more.
Turn the pages carefully, gently. Look at how hard she pressed the pencil into the page, the failed drawings, the successful ones. Look at the careful lines, the messy ones, the ones that give the drawings life. Linger on the pages you like but don't touch the drawings. Look at them carefully. Remember them.
Doomed LoveIf a demon heard an angel sing from above,Doomed Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And an angel and a demon fell in love,
Once they answer to passion's call,
Does the demon rise or the angel fall?
And though they may love in the truest way,
Where in heaven, hell or Earth could they stay?
Hunted by those who can't understand and those who refuse
And soon, so soon, they would have to choose
Between loving together, or saving each other's souls
And be left with a grief that could not be consoled.
Forever they would wander, longing for the other's embrace,
And wanting nothing more than to see their lover's face.
Their doomed love would destroy them, it would tear them apart
And they would slowly bleed to death
from broken hearts.
touching the worldi don't want to touch the world lightly,touching the world3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in passing. i want to feel her,
want to brush my fingers across her mountains
like specks of braille, want to kiss
the white-tipped waves on her oceans,
want to squeeze her frozen poles and feel
the ice give beneath my fingertips
in a series of shadowy dimples.
i want to whisper to her sweet things
about the blue-green of leaves in a storm
and how clouds form mounds of white floss
between the sun and the sky. i will tell her
that it is lovely and she will quiver
ever so slightly and she will be my sweet child
as i have already been hers.
Jesus SmokesI've decidedJesus Smokes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that if Jesus came to Earth now,
he'd probably smoke cigarettes
and always fall in love
with the wrong person.
If we wake up at night
and can't get back to sleep,
I could teach him
how to un-love his neighbor
and he could tell me
what the salty water feels like
under his feet.
He might wear his hair in a ponytail
and his eyes would crinkle when he smiles,
and I would smile too,
and in a small voice ask him what hell was like,
and is there any way to get someone back
if they've already gone too far?
He would take a drag on his cigarette,
nod kindly at the two boys holding hands,
and say that hell is more a state of being
than an afterlife, and no amount of love
can rescue someone from their own mind.
I thought so, I would say, not mentioning
the nights I've cried myself to sleep
Why?Why do snowflakes taste so sweet on ones tongueWhy?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But sting when blown against your bare flesh?
Why does warm summer wind feel like calming fingers against your cheek
But can cause the most hideous and terrifying of storms?
Why can someone's lips form such loving words
Then turn on you and become sharp and hurtful?
Why do nectarous substances
All of a sudden become bitter and undesirable?
Why can something that feels so right
Come to be something that's so wrong?
My GrandfatherMy Grandfather no longer ages.My Grandfather2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In photos from family gatherings he stands
than the rest of us
our constant invariable.
Despite broken ribs,
not once but twice!
Despite the bull’s best efforts,
our urges to lessen the workload,
watch the races and leave the farming-
An old farmer never retires.
He doubles the size of the vegetable patch,
two new stables,
buys a flock of ewes
(and claims they’ll lamb themselves…
we all know they will not lamb themselves)
Technology was foreign,
to prove the family wrong
he bought a laptop.
And taught himself to use it in six months.
(Though email still proves elusive
And the last text he sent me
My Grandfather is the same
as the man in my memories,
And even at my most feminist
I did not mind to be princess,
So long as it was my Grandfather’s princess.
My Grandfather i
It's Just Us and the Birdswe are as pious asIt's Just Us and the Birds3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
screaming in cathedrals and witches' chimneys alike because
who's to tell us that they're not the same,
dear? we can only hope to be
innocent enough for the chimney sweeps;
for we aren't in the safety of the tree branches
our swift-beating hearts framed in
skeletal promises are fragile
as summer flowers after
caught up in
the embodiment of inconviction-
we will always be torn between
up and down
[yes and no
right or wrong?]
and forever try to
despite us being
two long stomachs for
eating and shitting,
we've still embraced ourselves
that's a miracle that can't be bought at any price
we're alive, but
whose bullet flies faster,
theirs or ours?
we just don't have the required muscle to survive in the cold
so find a way to make i
steamI'm sprouting crow feathers from my scapulassteam3 years 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.
Shoulda Woulda CouldaSometimes I wonderShoulda Woulda Coulda5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what would have happened
if I just jumped in front of that car.
Would all this pain
never have happened?
Sometimes I wonder
what would have happened
if I walked off that ledge.
Would I be saved
from this heartbreak?
Sometimes I wonder
what would have happened
if I had the guts to pick up the knife.
Would all this suffering
never have been felt?
Sometimes I wonder
what would have happened
if I could have swallowed all those pills.
Would this heart
still be in tact?
I just wonder, wish and hope
that one day
I might get that courage to do so.
GoodbyeI bid you a dueGoodbye5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And a due i must pay
Through sorrow and misery
Goodbye i must say
Through anguish and agony
Through pain un-deceased
I follow the voices
In which I'm impeached
I know that he loves me
Even in the dark
In which i was trapped
A rage that would spark
An evil within me
Of which you can't compare
No matter what you say
Or you think or you swear
It's hiding inside me
And you'll just judge and stare
So as i said before
I bid you a due
And a due I must pay
Through chaos and misery
Goodbye i must say
Dreamingif you don't like it here, why not just get up and leaveDreaming5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
there's a world out there that you wouldn't believe
dragons and wagons and flagons of ale
ships bigger than cities and oceans to sail
but there's thugs and there's bullies, cutpurses and thieves
so young to be walking around so naive
because something is taken for everything gained
leaving the end of the day disappointed and drained
so why you ask do you keep coming back
for a bite and a nibble of this wonderful snack
well the real world is good every now and again
but after a while everything just looks so plain
so wrap up your blankets and hide under bed
start dreaming in daytime and forge on ahead
maybe one day you'll live to be wiser than me
but you've got years left of dreaming until then to see
I'm Not Ready to Let GoYour fingertips carve melodies into my songbird skin,I'm Not Ready to Let Go3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
carbonizing my charcoal bones
so I can write sonnets on the sidewalk
with the ends of my chalky joints.
Oh how your grazing hands
Your propane eyes
burn me up,
your toothy smile
ties me down.
I hold my breath
because these moments are fragile
as they are finite,
and I close my eyes
because love shouldn't be this ugly
or this hard to find.
she's afraid.she's afraid to tell people that she cares.she's afraid.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because she knows if she shows one ounce of emotion
they could use it against her,
rip out her heart, and feed it to hades.
she's afraid to smile when she sees a rainbow.
because she knows that there's no such things as leprechauns
and the pots of gold at the end of it
are really just chocolate coins.
she's afraid to climb trees.
because she knows if she gets too close to the sky
she'll get that feeling in the pit of her stomach.
the one where she just has to jump, to fly,
to get away from it all.
she's afraid to look at the stars.
because she knows that the first one she sees
will have to be wished upon.
but she knows the star is dead
and her wish will never come true.
she's afraid to say i love you.
because she knows that she won't live forever.
and what's the point in loving
if it won't last forever?