The Significance of Tolling Bells and Tearseach toll of the bell signified another hour gone, wasted
away, dashed from the pages of lifelost within its heady
sands b l o w i n g through the desert winds dampened only by
falling tearssplashes of salted water, nourishment for parched
throats stagnant with the aching illness of pain; overwhelming
sensory glands with acute thuds [pulsing throbs] against flaking
skin, cracking under the scorching sunbeaming rays catching
foolhardy thoughts established in heat-induced mania, time
slowly passing by while trudging steps searched for the way out of
the forestrefusing to admit the only way out was the same thing
that made tears fall, ever closer to the ground until eyes close,
fluttering shut with tired strokestears leaking for one last time;
desert sands, inescapable heat taking the life of yet another whose
bells have finally stopped tolling; another whose tears fall no more.
Please Don't Go"We put things in the ground to grow"Please Don't Go3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sat at a park
with my cane at my side
along the frame
of my leg
when a girl
"Then why do we bury people?"
I shot a glance
towards my feet
at her bright ruby
tap your shoes three times and say
you want to go home
"so that they can grow."
I looked at her,
deep in thought.
"Why would they need to grow when they're dead?"
crinkled at the question
then I spoke
"a seed starts from the ground, but unlike that, that is where we end. We grow for our death to become real to others."
the girl smiled
and then grasped
for my hand
I am her grandfather
I am a ghost.
Roots Bathed in Massacresbetween two worlds my ancestors windRoots Bathed in Massacres3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trapped between two cultures, desperate;
they praised the Great Ones, their eyes yet blind
enveloped in the spirits, cloaked with regret
(faces held to the North as trouble came from the East)
traditions massacred, beliefs to be confined
the pipe of peace passed, a smoking calumet
fires relinquished, peace now added to grind
crushed by stone newly whet
(brutalitya gruesome beast)
trials flashing with quick shocks, loss intertwined
as soldiers hid, crouching over many a barbette
shoot to kill, the foreigners' motto, mercy confined
atrocities committed that America would rather forget
(hidden by autumn months and an extravagant feast)
Native American culturedistraught actions
brought and kept bringing violent reactions:
massacres, rebellions, cold-blooded murders; shaky foundations
to build a New Worlda freedom-inspired nation
Leaveme.Leave3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I no longer house sanity
only ghosts that were never
told how to move on.
maybe we used to be the same,
but now your cracked reflection
only adds to my years of bad luck
you never counted the lines in my smile,
or the notes between my freckles,
you only measured me.
I'm something to get by on,
but I'm simply not enough.
my watered-down voice
is growing weaker.
and you feed me sugar pills
to diminish the pain
(these bones still bleed)
there are vultures in your eyes,
they know what's coming next
children call on saviors to vanquish demons
from their closets and I'm begging
the silent priests to
they didn't understand what I meant
when I said you stole my breath away
if I turn on the lights,
would you disappear like the times
when I needed help?
I live in waking fear of silence
(I know it's where you wait)
UntitledThere is something in the airUntitled4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a musky scent
joyful laughter reverberating
It's cold outside.
Come, and watch the sun set
sky set ablaze
Night has already fallen.
Your embrace is warm
into a void I fell
Freezing, wind picks up.
What about the moon, I wonder?
My chance passed me by
my fault, really
I cried once only
Can't you see the stars tonight?
For the Coming Death of MeSnap my neckFor the Coming Death of Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or, snap me back
Show me the path
Tell me the truth
Cut my throat
Or, cut out all of the stories lies
Alice can only walk in her wonderland
Before reality over comes her
Stab me in the back
Or, scream your truths in my face
You are now the root
Of a new agonizing fear
Hang me to suffocate
Or, hang out the old photos and give me a reason
to stop and ponder, and wonder once more
The reason behind your actions
Overdose me till I can take no more
Before I choke on the words of the next lie
You planted the seeds of hate
Knowing full wll what you were doing
Let me "slip" and fall off this cliff
Before I fall back into my self destructive habits
The only thing that will truely silence
Silence the voices this new pain has created
Bleed me out
Until your words are written in my blood
Maybe that will make the meaning clear
As I lay in a haze on the floor
Crack my skull
Let the nightmares pour out
See that you are the only thought I have
The center of my panic
But, what ever you do
Missing BonesWe spent our nights star gazingMissing Bones3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the top of that local bar on 5th street.
You said you loved me by night,
that no star or moon in any given universe
could compare to me; that we were lost warriors
searching for a home within the roots of one another.
I believed myself a wandering ghost among the living,
searching for missing bones and the warmth of another's grave.
You shook me then,
kissing me where it hurt most-
just to test a theory.
"Like dead birds,
you are not faceless;
your rib cage has a meaning."
And I believed I loved you then
underneath the moon and stars
tipsy on your smile and your words
and your warmth.
Your hands must be the thieves
who stole these thin bones of mine-
because, I never wanted you more.
Lost within LoveShe lost her mindLost within Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The fortressSilent whispers fill the air,The fortress3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a hollow voice calls my name.
It summons me to get there,
but senses tell me I should know best.
Tall and proud before me stands,
its doors open so I can pass.
The fortress pulls me to its insides,
though I'm fighting with all my might.
Never before had I seen this place
or walked through this wondrous maze,
yet it carries a familiar smell,
an aura of something, but I can't tell.
Deeper and deeper into the stronghold I go,
sinister corridors in a monstrous show.
Beings around me move and flow,
those beings are someone's poisonous thoughts.
The oppressive thoughts invade the air,
vile and vicious restraining my breath,
asphyxiating me, yet, they don't care,
for in a deprived mind conceived they were.
Terrified, all I want is to escape,
but I'm looking for something in this place.
What? I wonder, but I don't know yet.
A memory, my sanity, a face?
Then a flash, something comes to mind,
a memento rising from far behind,
a distant memory growing inside.
My Dream Not SoI have a dream...My Dream Not So3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
About a hundred or two.
And they seem to revolve
Around one person- You.
I want to get married,
To have a few kids.
Then smile at the camera
Kick back, and live.
In all honesty though,
I have to admit-
I want to have freedom
The chance to just quit.
To see the whole world,
Ten countries or more.
And fly through the mountains
With dangers galore.
If I can't have that
I'd certainly settle
Near someone who listens,
But never would meddle.
And if I couldn't-
Have something so small,
I'd rather have you
Than nothing at all.
For in this thoughtful
Yet sad strand of rhyme,
I just have to realize
One dream at a time.
So I'll go watch,
See you living my dreams.
'Cuz nothing is right in this
Reality it seems.
help is on the wayI wish I had covered all my tracks completely.help is on the way3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Breathe. Butterflies shape my lungs into promises of pinker winds and oh life is precious with silken pressed wings. Can you hear it? The flutter of a thousand heartbeats tickle my trachea I will fly with paisley wings and torn limbs.
I envy the fish in the water. Pewter and topaz scales that slice and soar through a different dimension. Fins scratch my skin and leave sandpaper in the wake of my oceanic heart. Fingertips stretch with the lingering of longing and it smells like anise and grass. My lungs mold to gills and oh I'm dreaming again but I'll swim this time with one lung and a heart of lead.
I fear it's going to rain.
the birds can't fly in this water and they're stripped of their feathers leaving detached calls in the tyrant of their doom. Stretch and curl and dive birds for hope isn't lost when there is no light.
I'm falling with them. The spider web dew of my wings and dreams are ripped from my shoulders and it sears my f
First Date-SWS"...came here before as a woman."First Date-SWS3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We Are But HumansWe imagined our bodiesWe Are But Humans3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Were made of strong stone.
But deeper searching proved
We are but skin and bone.
We imagined our souls
Were made of virtue within.
But closer digging proved
We are but remorse and chagrin.
We imagined our hearts
Were made of a flower bud,
But closer analyzing proved
We are but muscle and blood.
We imagined ourselves
Were made of truth and love.
But closer inspection proved
We are but all the above.
The Venom and Three FriendsFloating sicknessThe Venom and Three Friends3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
falling from my side
with quick motions, reaching
for the next person in line;
trying to spread its fatal [or nearly] poison.
three friends, the number the venom managed to
catch before it caught my attention.
instigating insomniastaying awake until
2 a.m., preventing friends from
dying by their own hands.
simple flicks of a wrist, razor buried
within their veins, scarlet essence
flowing in steady streams.
"I could never cut deep enough."
grasping handsreach for their own throat
breath choking through a self-closed
airwayfive days later, 213 miles of distance;
"I'm okay I just passed out."
unsteady footsteps, clambering to perch
on a ledge, a single step forward;
one more needed to fall, the motion made:
"I just couldn't do it."
the venom, colored deep blue, sank
from their minds, slithering down their frames;
pausingas if unsure Decision made,
gliding towards me, slinkingreturning to its
WishmasterA whisper, in cold skies of old, dying starsWishmaster3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is heard, and their lingering death
With not one regret turns and scatters in waste,
As realms of shattered humanity haste
To live and to burn out their breath.
Yet soon there's a scream, a small cry of despair
That binds all the skies to avail,
And one daring soul stands behind to convey
His wish to unravel all living dismay,
To bury his past and prevail.
And thus it begins, as no man can escape
The sweet domination of want,
While stars burn and shine, for so he allows,
The master of wishes that hastily vows
To bring forth desires to grant.
But no man can endure the cruel truth behind,
The wasteland of the human fate,
As all exploration of such fragile minds
Leads only to nothing, and all that it finds
Are fragments of wishes and hate.
And so he remains, whose new story of life
Has neither a middle nor end.
For stars will grow cold and will wantonly die
When wishes are old, while humanity’s lie
Of life will no longer commend.
youi dug him out of my ribcage &you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drowned in bleach and flames
to rid myself of
the dreaded devil's hat
that seeped from my pores
this wasn't about him.
this was about erasing the blemishes
and making my own
but you said my new freckles
spelled out your name with
across my shoulders
and i began to question
how you would sound
around such a shoulder
i have only ever been the gasping
not the gasped
have i got a dealits feathers were a mirror, in which the sun would pride itself, stroking the surface, changing its pose each time the creature moved.have i got a deal3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(hello, hello) said the creature, its eyes blinking desperate morse.
he assumed the creature was a crow, curious, smart, head tilted, its feet planted firmly, yet softly. wings rustling as if it was about to spread them, and beat the man to his death.
oh but the creature wasn't threatening, no. its face was a sculpture, as if an artist carved into black stone the most kind crow one could ever imagine. if it had lips, they would be upturned, and the teeth would be in neat, white, rows, but the feathers have taken on their smiling job.
(what do you want?) he cradled his voice like a baby that was just begging to be dropped.
(would you like to exchange? great deal, shiny feathers, strong beak, [i can peck your eyes out] my body is young, my body is free, i can fly above any building, i can perch anywhere i like, i can walk wherever i like [and get mauled b
underthis delirium is likeunder3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a kiss: momentary,
and perhaps insidious.
dreams stretch their watery
and profound, over these
they twine in my hair,
thread between my fingers
(like flowers, or maybe hope),
and drench my skirts
with lost longing.
look, pre-Raphaelites, Elizabethans,
Victorian women of all ages:
this is what comes
of daring to desire.
stars burst before my eyes,
in my lungs,
the last ray of light has gone
and my world is black
I am gorged and oversoaked
IstigateBrave.Istigate1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you choose the end of waiting,
you might be.
mango is my personal acidThe silk from your tongue slips around my veins and tightens. You can bruise the surface of my arteries with a wispy smile, but you're too old fashioned. The slime in my chambers is lemon tart. But you always had a mouth for sour things.mango is my personal acid3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Scalpel? Check. Needle? Check. Thread? Check.
Scrape sugar from my lungs because my blood level is too high and I don't like feeling dizzy. Pierce my esophagus. I can't stand breathing if it's coated with tropical incense. The fireflies trapped behind your irises are too good to me. Their feathery limbs glow in place of my heart, and I'm tired of trapping this beatbeatbeating in glass jars for show. Line your fingers with orange linen and shape my muscles into something sweeter. I'm tired of walking on grapefruits and pineapples are too sharp. So carve moon shaped bananas into my veins, and watch me corrode saccharine into an acidic poison.
Your skin freezes my teeth and fills me with scarring cavities, and I can no longer stand the hummingbird flutter
When It Snows, it PoursWhy didn't anyone call the doctorWhen It Snows, it Pours3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I set myself on fire?
The attempts to graffiti pain on my body
outweigh my weight.
The self-destruction combined with the stench of selfishness
and the pain of being in pain-
the speeds I pushed,
the crashes I hoped for-
like a ghost following its Earthly addictions,
I just couldn't move on.
I was drawn back to the place where I held myself underwater
and tried to drown to extinguish the flames
I wasn't well, Jayla, I wasn't well.
Instead of migrating north to escape the heat
I turned on the fan and checked the weekly weather.
The summer sun killed my back while my skin peeled over my burn marks
and I became a hopeful skeleton:
"Is today the day the weather will break?"
My scorching summer lasted twenty years
and the weather never broke
and the hurricanes weren't gentle
and even when it snowed; it poured.
I wasn't well, Jayla,
and when my fingers brushed the knife
my addictions turned to binges
which turned to vomiting
which turned to sleep.
ColorAren't we so celestial?Color3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting hand in unfitting hand,
Against the tirade of calumny
From that omnipotent God, The Internet.
The colloquy so unrefined,
They've never experienced
Your lurid gaze into my soul;
The way we synthesize.
They say our pigment is our mind,
But I pronounce that we're equivalent.
The decomposing matter of their mentality,
Will not stop me from caressing your lips.
The VowsThe Vows3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We stood at the altar
In the fresh aesthetics of spring
You took my hand in yours
And slid on that fateful ring
I wore a fair dress
Clothed in a flurry of white
The poison smile
On my wedding, the only blight
So beautiful it was
My dress stained red
Our passion unbidden
I took off your head
We promised love
Till death do us part
And it shall
For your head, take my heart
My dear, my darling
Forget me not
Honor our righteous vows
And love me till I rot
We vowed forever
Let my love
Bury us together
Nightmares with Iceice-cold, rough textured fingersNightmares with Ice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slid their way down her back as
she lay, spread-eagled on a slab
of slowly melting ice
face numb from the chill,
she released muffled shrieks
unheard by any but her
the fingers kept gliding their way,
reaching her feet, sharp nails making
slicing motions across her toes.
a single nail dug into her skin, blood
She jerked awake with a scream
rubbing her eyes she sighed.
She knew she shouldn't have eaten ice
right before bed it always did weird things.