Saltit's one of those
goldfish bowl empty afternoons,
gills grasping for water,
spilling over my aquatic limbs,
so thin boned and cold-blooded,
swordfish lips so sworn to
i cannot see a way out of drowning
in all of this
my fins lie still
as does my two-chambered heart,
you never actually did need any bate,
i hooked myself,
then released my own salty ghost,
you only just laid me out to dry,
gutted and seizing.
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.
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.
Soakeda rainbowSoaked3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a silent reminder of
all the nights
she spent in
Stepping Over LeavesStepping Over Leaves3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And so I tried to hold your letters
the way you used to hold my hand;
fingers spaced between torn edges and
around undotted i's.
Guiding me away
from those gentle autumn leaves that
I had loved to crunch
so very much.
But instead, I stepped against the sunspots
of every promise you had broken
trying just to pull some meaning from a sentence
ending with "goodbye".
And when my eyes began to slide over the words you had misspelled,
I closed your note
and tore it into nothing.
Nothing but a sad reminder that once again you had cracked
like those gentle autumn leaves
that I had loved
so very much.
Sky EyesDesert hands tell talesSky Eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a hundred arid summers, but
you are no longer as cloudless as they
(there is a storm
creeping through blue, blue veins).
But tell the sky to keep her sorrow,
that grey cascade blurring against
eyelids and horizons;
and suppress her misbegotten
droplets, seeping into the sodden
for there is still sun in your sky eyes.
HeathensClosets filled with toysHeathens3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
cannot spare room for clothes so
the boys roam naked
Sugar TeethSugary teeth,Sugar Teeth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
oh I'd cough up my own blood
just to see you smile,
but you taste of cotton candy
and rotting lungs,
making every lick of the lips
a gentle exhalation.
The River RamblesWe cut each other halflong (simpleThe River Rambles1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
cell division) to find answers;
nothing spills out and nothing
floods in and nothing
It is a bleak burden, this
stargazer syndrome, near-sighted symphonic
strangers sipping endless streams of data
exchanging bits and bytes in and of the void.
Dark chasmal pockets
full of doubt, full of fever and strife;
we odds and end-less ebbs flow
back to the sea
as we are teased by landfall.
HallucinationsHe buries his head in the neck of a girl, who smells of flowers,Hallucinations2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her aroma plagues his inhalations
like the smoke of weeping willow trees,
now as he exhales, he exhales kisses into
the long unending lines curving around her eyes like crescent moons,
for she is but a shy reflection of the sun
and he holds onto her like a shadow;
grasping at clouds with the outline of her silhouette,
using her as a tube of Vaseline, placing her over his eyes at night,
oh but then the daylight washes over him like bathwater,
waking him into a crisp clean air
where she cannot rid him of his wrinkles or internal emptiness,
because she only comes to life in the space where the subconscious reigns,
so he continues to live beneath layers of illusions,
building daydreams like skyscrapers,
breathing simply to sleep.
the first taste of creativitydrizzled succulentthe first taste of creativity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pastry of new realities
the learning of
in the ringed cone
elevation of comprehension
travel vast synapsis in
of the forumula
left now behind
in deep cacao based
artistry in confection
inspires seratonin elevation
the mind seed
to a fair first
to the power
of hunger driven
as we become ghostsThe air is smooth and thin,as we become ghosts3 years 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
This is not right.Coral colored candles flicker in the dark,This is not right.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a pale glow awakens my tender limbs,
I am filled with a rage so deep
it has drowned itself in sadness,
my veins form shapes and symbols amongst
the shadows on my skin,
they twist tight against me
and then they spark against
the flames of the floating candles,
dark circles orbit my earthly eyes and
I go ahead and touch my tongue to the fire,
my tongue, a flint, rattles my ribs
and shakes my spine,
quick whispered words then paint themselves
across my pelvis;
"I am the spaces between x, y, and z",
but I am also hollow bones, half a memory,
and empty eye sockets,
I can try to burn, to smolder, to churn,
but the water fills my ears
and I can no longer hear the crackle
of my own sorry sins awaiting their last breath,
I am just a sinking submarine with a faulty engine,
but most of the time, you know, I would not change this,
I may be delicate like a baby, baby spider
but that does not mean I am not as powerful as the ocean at night,
and all of these
SatellitesI cannot sleep and I cannot wake,Satellites2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is this new weighted feeling I get most afternoons
where I'm sinking below sea level,
tracing geometric shapes onto my geologic limbs,
and no wonder love feels so rocky
when mountains are carved into our lips,
gravel our hips,
and we use our rockwall skin to climb each other,
but I need your page turning palms pressed against my winter worn waist,
and I need your sun to be my moon,
because we are ultraviolet lights in an unbound galaxy,
so let me collapse into your event horizon,
let me sway along the depths of your Caribbean,
then let me breathe beneath your carousel stained skin,
for I need you
always and forever
and then even more than that.
RhymeYou are irresistible,Rhyme3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are fine,
I only wish that you were mine,
I sometimes feel your arms around me,
and then I open my eyes but I cannot breathe,
If you were but mine to keep,
my body would no longer weep,
Now I feel old and older still,
I love you more than my own free will.
To love like a rocking horseYou are the highlight to my lonely night. You rush my mind like young currents rising onto the shore. I have no feeling in my fingertips and the air is thick and heavy and almost sweet. But these past few months have given breath to the void that lives in all of the empty places; space between ribs, backs of knees, and collarbone indentations. Oh, if only your body could bridge the gaps.To love like a rocking horse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I am sick of writing about you, nauseous actually. I don't want to smoke your pipe only to get high off loneliness anymore. The way I have ached for you, the way I have pined, is effervescent. Do I want you only because you are not mine?
No, I remember how the connection was instant and how looking at you made me nervous. Then when you first looked at me; chills.
I really do need to get over these feelings though. I need to detach my heart from my spine and stitch up the places I let your soul embrace. I need to patch up the places where your light touch took me away.
Screw all of this. I don
High WaterIt took eleven weeks for my stomach to stop turning.High Water3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
White water reality, broken hands, splintered paddles.
If you ever felt inclined to place your head against my chest again,
you wouldn't hear a heart beat over the roar of water in my lungs.
If you ever desired to wrap your arms around my waist,
you would find that there is far less warmth to hold onto.
For now, we drown in the perfect darkness of canyon waters.
Like infant gods, we chose to carve these wounds into
the very foundation of our fabricated universe.
Deeper than the initials of youthful lovers.
Further inward, past yellow bone and soured marrow.
We've been forever spoiled by the idea of our own greatness.
(But when my body washes upon the shore, I will always try to find you.)
penurimania.The naked trees grow not as thinpenurimania.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Among the darkness thrumming - steal
Beneath our muted, covert sin.
Braying colour will tumble in;
Spindle-legged, strewn, like martyrs kneel --
The naked trees grow not as thin.
Baking blood; violently begin,
Eyes and cries together congeal
Beneath our muted, covert sin.
Swaying sun and lines cross akin
To others, a meaningless peal:
The naked trees grow not as thin.
Break ocean crests with melting skin --
Forget, resolve, and make your deal
Beneath our muted, covert sin.
And with distended, relapsed kin
Upon the barren desert's seal
The naked trees grow not as thin
Beneath our muted, covert sin.
AgoraphobicHe would often catch the coursers of a newly printed pageAgoraphobic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or lock upon the wingspan of departing poetry.
But once the years corroded and the pages crumbled,
fantasizing was no longer enough
Soon he found that these shallow fabrications had all the depth
of a black and white page.
a love that hit me like a car crashI am sad,a love that hit me like a car crash3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you took it all away
and I'm lying in bed
counting crows feet like sheep,
but I'm not glowing,
I am stale, stale bread,
it was a mistake letting myself love you,
love you when you were never mine to love,
my words so fragmented,
my heart so tender, so naive,
I put my heart in your hands
but I, a ghost, only slipped through your fingers,
my phantom breath slid against your unknowing skin,
not even goosebumps to attest to my presence,
I know you have felt nothing, nothing at all,
now my body is collapsing into a heap on a beige bedspread
and I am writhing against the empty aches
with a mind still tracing the outlines of moments with
your hands, my waist, and the sound of metal upon metal.
Our Lady AtlantisAt the foot of herOur Lady Atlantis1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in tremulous growl, the sea
devours skin. Slowly crawling
up the inches of her body,
dragging electric fingertips
and leaving bioluminescent trails
for the tongue to follow.
And then the ocean takes,
in waves, burying in slow erosion
until history forgets
The Angel in the House"Dearest?"The Angel in the House3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dearest, there, did you hear ?" But his voice trailed off with a glance at her blank little face, tilted at him with feline confusion. He rose the paper to the level of his nose and rustled it nervously. "Don't trouble yourself, I'm sure it's nothing "
Yet there it was again, he could feel the vibrations in his chair! His wife's obvious inability to hear it made him loathe to admit this, however, and he slouched lower under the breakfast table, observing her over the top of the business section.
She was an uncanny creature, he had to admit. Their courtship had been brief and perfunctory, more compelled into occurrence through their families than any actual inclination. And yet, he had come to love her in some fashion. The silent way she slid about the breakfast table; the sweep of dark hair against her pale forehead; the classic curve of her nose; her dainty, dexterous hands fluttering as she cleared up the plates. There were times when he wished he could em
Tempation is an Awful ThingResist the urgeTempation is an Awful Thing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To cut, to feel
I am numb
The hungry blade
The thick liquid
A lovely shade
Need to know
I'm still alive
But cut too deep
Might not survive
I think I'll keep
The blade at bay
Saved for another
Time, another day
that girlThat girlthat girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a lie
She gobbles up your words
like cotton candy
She drinks you in
like lemonade in the summer
She has your heart
around her finger
It's like she owns you
if she gets mad
you beg for forgiveness
You don't hurt her
You tell me
You don't see her