CrispTell me you love me
the way you love the sky when it rains.
Would that be a lie?
Then move on, move away,
let my clouds thunder
and my blood pour,
I am sick of this weather
but I'm even more sick of you;
diseased with a molding horizon
dancing along my hips,
I am ready for winter
so let it snow, bitch.
And sometimes that's all there isOnce there was a young girl who believed in three things: breathing, dying, and true love. Three basic things, that shouldn't be too difficult. What she didn't realize was that they are all intertwined. We breathe to escape death, while we also breathe to die. Then true love gives us breath, but true love lost causes us to die even slower and painfully so. No, she did not know it then but she most certainly does now; for she has breathed and loved and died all at once and then altogether. Inhaling only to exhale, breathing only to love, and loving only to die.And sometimes that's all there is3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
FireShe rules the heart as certainly as she rules her art,Fire4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
measuring and proportioning everything
into the image of perfection. Her hands draw
and quarter the contours of any shape
she can touch with her fingers, a talent
men gladly pay to see--at which point
she pins her eyes on their features,
ready to make everything they offer
into another piece for her portfolio.
She infuses plasma into all their veins,
burning them all inside out and setting
their fiery forms into clay casts
to make the metal statues with which
she decks her atelier. I'm telling you this
because it doesn't matter
whether she looks hot or cool; if they're dry
both fire and ice burn.
Love slipped through my handsWhen the stars collapsed--Love slipped through my hands4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Chilled, your smile
w a r m e d
Blackbird's FeatherBlackbirdBlackbird's Feather3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
sweeping across the snow
left me a feather
and away he goes
and away he goes
drifting up on the air
but I seem to be stuck here
melting in the cold
cannot rip my eyes from the sky
cannot get my fists to unfold
the words have frozen to our tongues
that's what happens to winter love
so you think this feather is enough to make a wing
so you try to free me from it,
but your claws only sting.
i walk away
come to regret every footfall
but I can't keep you down
because you're up
and I'm frozen to the ground
laying pale in the snow
he can soar no more
you didn't have to do that
have to fall on your own sword
cut your wings apart
to get me back home.
and as I see you freeze
I know now what it is I believe
that someone could give up everything
come down to the winter
do you know the secret, Bird?
learn to live with the cold
though you turn blue
the heart beats hot inside of you
I know it
i want you because i shouldn't want you at alli want you like i want succulent strawberries dripping over a white lacy dress,i want you because i shouldn't want you at all3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want you like i want complete silence on a sweltering august night,
i want you like it's dead rats melting over hot gutters and then it's your hot guts on my body.
i want you and your collarbones tied to my strings of saliva,
i want you smelling like you're some wild wolverine with incisors as sharp as rose petals,
i want you broken and bleeding just so i can nourish your wounds.
i want you dangerously close and always so,
i want you angry as you are passionate,
i want you in ways i don't even understand.
Pausing By The WineMarriage isPausing By The Wine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the frustration of reality
when the man who works the wine section
pauses in his tracks to make sure
you've found everything you "really need...are you sure?"
With a look that tells you
he finds you sort of beautiful
and you wonder how your life
might be different,
if any man other than this one
had ever looked at you like that.
And I will Always be the MoonWe have gotten so attached to these days and these months,And I will Always be the Moon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but a deer doesn't know a Tuesday from a Thursday
and a caribou can't comprehend that it was born on a September afternoon,
but they can understand this instant, this moment, this breath,
only now, no longer the past, and only the future when they get there,
there's a healthy lack of awareness in that,
escaping the fear of death but thriving off the instinct to live,
everything so primal and based off gut reactions,
I guess you could say ignorance is bliss,
but ignorance only actually applies when it comes to humanity,
oh I would like a life like that,
one that is organic, tangible, and ripe with bloody berries,
one where carnal creatures run rampant,
one where we rise from the dirt with muddy thighs
because we were bred into these earthly bodies
to hold seconds in our palms like newborn children,
and to throw our heads back and howl against the awareness that we are dying,
for oh this skin is only our host,
catch a falling star, put it in your pocketthere's something about those little brokencatch a falling star, put it in your pocket3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dreamer girls with misproportionate promises
and lingering whispers,
who walk like angels, lost, and trying
to find a way back home;
whose hearts bleed abnormally loud
and resonant- those girls with
shadows like ghosts [dead and haunting],
that make them a flavor
to taint your tongue.
if you listen close, you can hear the
unraveling words that once knit the hollow space
between their bones,
you can hear their shallow sighs like
sun sets for a final time.
you can hear their ticking time bomb lungs
and you can touch their secrets, because they
wear them on their skin. not like wounds,
more like sun kisses or wispy tattoos
ingrained into who they are; you won't know
what they mean until you connect the dots
and find answers in their questioning stares.
they'd like to remain something unknown, because
they've identified the world as a disease- vile and
insidious, with the capability of sinking
underneath your flesh and changing who you are.
2. loveMy love for you is less than three2. love2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but more than four or five.
I keep it in a box – it’s free
it’s dead then it’s alive.
My love is vast, my love is slight –
for many and for few.
It’s in the clouds, it sees no light,
it’s old but also new.
It has no cost or strings attached
so buy it with a smile.
Its life’s so long that it’s unmatched,
It only lasts a while.
Because of it I was a saint
and sinned away my wings.
I knelt and begged without complaint,
I feasted among kings.
My love for you is gentle, sound –
It’s dangerous and cruel.
It made a clever man, I found
It also made a fool.
My love will watch you walk away
And never let you go.
It’s since I love you day by day
That my love changes so.
CosmologyShe left galaxies on his pillowcaseCosmology3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where she slept the night before
of make up colors,
smudged and smeared,
blurred by silent tears
the stars leaked out with the saline
along with the residue of dreams
that she never meant to have.
Chips of polish decorate his bed sheets,
from her chewed and broken nails,
after scratching at the too-low ceiling
and his too-close back
while she slept fitfully,
searching desperately for space.
I let the water take controlIt's been awhile since I've been underwater,I let the water take control3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I drew myself a bath
and let the water rush itself into the tub
like blood to the brain,
as it pooled into the fiberglass basin
I felt the tides start to rise
while the pond I created began to
encase every limb,
my lips brushed against the water
in a liquidated kiss
and my blonde locks melted into the sea
as if my name were Medusa and
my strands of hair were snakes,
but my body dissolved into what it used to be,
I became the water and the water became me.
either wayshe dances like a raindrop,either way3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
collapses on the ground,
and all of her bones shatter,
made from thin, liquid glass,
her voice ripples on the surface
and it screams
the soft syllables pirouetting on your eardrums
her fingertips tapping
can you hear them?
they are cotton balls
being dropped on the asphalt
can you hear them?
(it's the wind carrying her feet across the air)
and she dances like a raindrop.
you can catch her
and she can shatter in your palms.
The Art of ForestryIf it were only appropriate to speakThe Art of Forestry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a single touch, of what it means,
of what it feels.
Our forearms graze and so I hold very still,
I never want to lose a second of
you against me.
My entire being shivers along the
shores of your skin
and all of my nerve endings are electrified
when I imagine our relationship evolving into
lilac limbs, freshly kissed lips, and
lieing next to you on rainforest floors.
We create a completely nuclear reaction,
a mixture of fusion, friction, and fascination.
So believe me when I say, oh boy I love you,
I really do,
yes, I want you so,
closer than tires upon pavement,
and like a car you turn into me,
and like a car you take me places,
you even take my daydreams to extraordinary realms
where I wake in the midst of the woods,
the air is slick and crisp
and I can feel your muddy, autumn hands
dancing along my flaking, fir tree flesh,
the dirt runs damp between our toes
and we become nothing but creatures of the forest;
living off each other's lo
Dear GirlIf one wish you have, could define you,Dear Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And if that wish, was one pure thing in your life,
And if you waited for that wish for years,
And it didn't get fulfilled,
Would you feel it when you met it one day?
She's ElegantShe's elegant,She's Elegant3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She looks at you
And smiles seductively.
She beckons for you
With one bent finger.
She grabs you by your tie,
She knows that you
Cannot resist her.
I look at you,
Then look away.
I want to go to you,
And be like her.
But that's not me,
That's not who I am.
I know that you
Cannot resist her.
And I'm just me,
Plan and ordinary,
Anything but extraordinary.
You don't even notice.
you lied the night you kissed me.there is a thick exhaustion in the pit of my stomach, spreading to my shouldersyou lied the night you kissed me.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
till they hang and to my knees until they buckle. and I will sleep for days on end,
and when I wake up I didn't really.
I hate you dear, I hate you so.
because there is so much to do, I could travel to the other side of the country and
paint a portrait of a stranger and I could sit on top of someone's roof and look at the
stars with a boy I don't want to know and I could fall asleep in his bed and listen to
him playing guitar without clothes and he'd take me out for diner and anywhere I'd
want to go and we'd have sex in his car and on the trampoline in my back yard and
we'd eat at my grandparents with Christmas and it would never be enough because
he's everything you weren't.
I think I lost myself, I think I fell out that time you ran away holding onto me and my
skin tore. I looked for her in that empty hole in your chest cavity, but all I found was
lost so long ago, and you wouldn't show me where it went b
we are all of us artwe are all of us artwe are all of us art6 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
Said the Peasant to the KingI find it quite displeasing,Said the Peasant to the King1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
all your self-righteous claims.
Darling, don't you know,
that they won't buy you fame?
So flaunt your lovely vocabulary,
knowing that we can't see
your large print Oxford Dictionary.
For the thesaurus behind your back,
can't make up for what you lack.
Lying is an art,
and you've proven yourself the best.
Sharing all you've learned,
when you didn't even pass the test.
I see nothing here to admire,
and the only titles you'll earn from me,
are fake, fraud, and liar.
And all those people that you rejected,
are hopeless victims of the venom you've injected.
So tell them that it's easy.
Continue with your childish teasing.
I find it quite displeasing.
The ElementsI.The Elements3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wine as red as stained glass
is lifted up & tilted back
touch wood like thunder
having given up grace
thread across wrists & palms
spent vessels returning to the heart
Fingertips suffused with pulse
lift to lightning's loveliness
your teeth leave different scarswhat they didn't tell me--your teeth leave different scars2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
the amnesiac is
61.8% water &
on watching the night
close its eyes on you,
I only know beauty;
maybe Anne Sexton was on to something
& for the woman shamed,
arise and breathe. Seabones
with taciturn eyes
after we lost him:
mermaid thirst for
Your virginity is like an envelope,
a lover's observations on
post-it notes, cupping rice
always, and always.
A Love PoemYou made me smile and laughA Love Poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You made me want to be better
To run farther,
To love harder
You made me love to fall
I wanted to be the one to hold you
I want to tell you I love you
I want to kiss you in the rain
Sometimes it burns
Every time I think of you
The pain, the boredom they stop
And suddenly I'd be content to lie still for awhile
If only I could feel your heart against mine.
I'm not a good person,
And this isn't a good poem,
I don't always speak the truth,
But this time it's true:
I love you.
The Story of Girls and BoysSee that girl?The Story of Girls and Boys3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She made him smile on his worst days,
She stayed up to talk to him every night.
He made mistakes but she forgave him always,
He ignored her - he knew that wasn't right.
He didn't care, took her love for granted;
He expected her to always just be there.
She liked him but she wasn't what he wanted,
He dated other girls, she tried not to care.
Finally, she left, didn't want to wait forever
She found a better guy who liked her too.
This guy saw her potential, he adored her;
His intentions with her were honest and true.
Seeing them together made him realize something:
Without her, he was stuck in a lonely world.
All he had left was the memory of her leaving,
He had lost out on one amazing, special girl.
defeatheredand this is where we bury our hearts,defeathered3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
between self-defeating personality disorders
and burnt bridges and midnight ramblings
we promise ourselves aren’t true;
embedding our memories in forsaken homes
like it is a conscious decision to shed
our wings (reptiles don’t fly)
and maybe I am the monster of every
myth: wide-eyed and jagged toothed and
looking to regain a piece of myself the
world borrowed, many moons ago
as I falter and stumble over my own unaware
feet, wreaking havoc, reeking of self-acquittal--
all I ever wanted to do was belong.
dreams are flaws much like the hearts we
flaunt on our sleeves, and I seem to
have lent all mine away; I am
something entirely ignorant, in the dark,
believing fingers fumbling can find answers.
they never told me reflections are backwards
and the world spins the wrong way and
hurricanes are really an embodiment
of all our own withdrawals:
but one day, these walls will crumble,
and I will learn to breathe in dust.