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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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
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.
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 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.
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
Said the Peasant to the KingI find it quite displeasing,Said the Peasant to the King2 years 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 Story of Girls and BoysSee that girl?The Story of Girls and Boys4 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.
KissingMy lips are still freshKissing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from our fevered kisses,
even after they slowed
to a steady flutter;
matching our erratic heartbeats.
My lips are still raw
with the urge to kiss again.
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.
I know I am notI know I am notI know I am not4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Worthy of your grace, nor
Strong enough to embrace
The light and glory
In your eyes,
know your mind and your heartsome people are like second skins. the banter, the familiarity, is home to my tired soul and i am ready, always, to slip into that second abode and live out my life within its mobile security, to lose myself within another person's confines.know your mind and your heart1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
yes, i am strong. and yes, i can make it on my own, but that doesn't mean that i want to. i want a home outside myself, i want the freedom that comes with their actions-- i want that second skin and no matter how many other things i control, i can never rein in this want.
WhispersI quietly whisper:Whispers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Please help me!
It's cold, I'm freezing."
And then the answer comes:
You'll warm yourself alone!"
When was it being easy,
To ask for help alone,
And never got some help,
That people always want?
The whispers slowly fade,
The answer never came.
The coldness got so strong,
My heart just simply stopped.
The whisper that I said so cold
Makes no difference to them.
And I am scared, that I will freeze
Until the whisper slowly fades.
"Please help me, I am cold!"
I scream just to be heard.
But what's the reason being scared,
When no one hears you cry?
"It's cold. I'm freezing "
I whisper once again
And answer is the same:
"You're strong. You'll warm yourself alone."
I wish, the help I asked for,
Would come to me like whisper slow.
I wish the words, that I spoken scared,
Would make them want to help.
Please, Push me AwayI'm starting to n-e-e-d you,Please, Push me Away4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm starting to depend on you.
& I'm starting to want you way more then I already do.
From my past, I know that this feeling is
& All that's going to come out of this is b/r-ok/e-n hearts and salty tears,
I'm going to hurt you,