His Breath, Her DeathHer eyes,
so pale yet patient,
swarms of orca whales swim inside her irises,
dancing along the sunlight in jewel tones,
so rich with reflection,
it's as though you are staring into the ocean
if the ocean were emptiness,
but when you look passed the beauty
you can see that she is broken,
she is a ship wreck in the making
with anchored hips and a drowning smile,
but that's what she gets for falling too fast
when everyone told her it wasn't safe to sail,
the waters too rough, too cold, too heart breaking,
it's too late now though,
she is withered and writhing,
intertwined with ribbons of seaweed,
she has nothing left to give any
I let the water take controlIt's been awhile since I've been underwater,I let the water take control8 months 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.
NocturnalWrapped up tight by my own wings,Nocturnal9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hang upside down
while the blood rushes to my head
inside my cobwebbed cocoon,
Ultraviolet rays flicker against my eyelids
in colors I have never seen,
yet maybe I have once before,
I saw them the first time your skin brushed mine,
a kaleidoscope of solar energy
making me blind enough to see the light,
Your voice now echoing in a frequency
only I can hear,
it ricochets through my thin bat bones,
lingering along my teeth
so I can taste the way you sound
along the backside of my cavity,
But now you've been bitten
because I have no control,
my incisors sinking in to your handsome heart
I am done listening to youOh sweet darling, don't worry about me,I am done listening to you8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've gone and figured out who I am,
a rabbit told me, whispered it in my ear,
he said that if I wanted to be free that I had to let go,
so I did,
loose ends and loose grips,
your fingers slip off of me too easily,
now guess what,
I am done, I am done, I am done,
it's been too long since I felt love for myself
so I don't need you to tell me that I am pretty
or to give me the satisfaction of your attention,
I just need to tell myself that I am as beautiful as the baby dragonflies
that hover over the ocean of blood inside my heart,
and that I am as ageless as dinosaurs breathing
The boy who swallowed a tempestShe once loved a boy who swallowed a tempest.The boy who swallowed a tempest2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her fingertips couldn't quell the storm,
He thrashed, hurricanelike,
In their sea of sheets.
When the Sabbath came,
And he couldn't choke out three words,
She ran home to her mother,
In her big wooden house.
She cut off all her hair,
Still safe high in her tower.
Her prince loved a king,
She locked the door and ate the key.
He lay in bed alone,
Kings don't keep bed with stable-boys,
And for the first time,
He missed her, but not like that.
Opening a window,
He lit a match, and blew smoke,
And rose to her threshold,
She said nothing.
No sorries were said,
And I will Always be the MoonAnd I will Always be the Moon10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
We have gotten so attached to these days and these months,
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,
Heaven or Hell.Music blaring some rock songHeaven or Hell.7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
not where you think
it would belong.
Smoke on the water
or High way to hell
both seem to fit well.
The people attending
do not know how to take
if this is the funeral
whats of the wake.
Was always a rebel in life
said what I felt
could not hold my mouth
if I had I would not
be here now.
They think they have heard
the last of me
that when the curtains close
in to the furnace I go.
If I go to heaven or hell
Only I can tell.
Heaven with its angels
what a sight.
Hell with the devil
party all night.
You will hear from me soon
watch my picture
in the living room.
If it falls to the floor
Soul MateTo halves to make a whole,Soul Mate8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's what they say isn't it?
You don't love yourself,
You put yourself down.
So from now until forever after,
I will love you till you learn to love yourself.
But just remember,
That even when you do,
When your heart beats whole,
When you finally realise how amazing you really are,
That I still love you more.
And that I will stand by your side,
For the rest of my life
Proving that I love you more.
To make a whole.
That complete each other.
I believe that I am weak,
That even a feather would bring my toppling towers down.
That my existence,
SmashedI gave it to you and you broke it,Smashed8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You can't replace it,
Pieces are missing,
complete sections gone.
I feel so empty,
so cold and forlorn.
You're My PhobiaDriving me into darknessYou're My Phobia8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Huddled in fetal position
I couldn't stop the frightened tears running down my face
That strange sense
That looming animosity I was clutched in
It has never disappeared
Even if it never truly existed
This tower over me, this shadow
The bane of everything I dream about
I can't speak, not face to face
Look in the eyes
Hear that piercing, blasting voice
I go numb
Alone and vulnerable
I feel so weak and defenseless
Just the mention of it
Curdles my blood
Treated like a friend but feeling like
I am the prey
Going cold in an instant, tense and dry
Keep On ShiningThis truth it has stabbed my heartKeep On Shining8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a thousand needles slowly making their way
This love has made me fall apart
I'm broken glass, I'm the broken glass of man
The stabs gets harder every day
The needles they come closer to my heart
As I grow it tears me to pieces
I'm tattered cloth, thrown in the litter
As I try to recover and stand straight
I realize how crocked my back has been all this time
I can't walk straight
Cause my guilt and my shame, brings me down
But even thought through all this
I have still small light that shines to me every day
Cause even in my darkest days
It can still make me smile, it always wants me to
Where I'm FromWhere I'm FromWhere I'm From8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am from piggyback rides
And the fluffy stuffed animals that covered my bedroom floor.
I am from the messy sandcastles and slippery slides at Mason Park, Where I jumped from rock to rock.
I'm from that distasteful lake odor,
Where I tossed small pieces of bread into the water for the birds to eat.
I'm from the young, soft tabby cat
That once sat in my warm lap.
I am from the artistic hands,
That were passed down to me from my Great Grandpa Frank.
I'm from the completed books that I tossed in my opposite direction.
I am from the woody, aging trees
Whose branches I used to hang on.
I'm from the screaming,
Getting OldI have messages in bottlesGetting Old8 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
written in blood,
and words in my head
that cause tears to flood.
I have scarred knuckles
and shattered glass,
I have no reflection
or smiles that last.
I have no heart
which I'm willing to give.
I have no life,
which I'm willing to live.
What can I say,
to make you understand?
Don't grow up, dear,
nothing goes as planned.
You break and shatter,
and forget the starry night.
You cry and turn bitter,
turning away from the light.
You're so young right now,
and ask why I'm so cold.
Just remember, love,
this happens when you grow old.
AutumnIt's time to sleep nowAutumn8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it will still be long
Before the curl up of debris
In the carpet of snow,
Sashed by midnight
RosesA dozen roses were given,Roses8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
by a man who stood tall.
For the single rose that withers in the grave,
he cried staining white ones red.
Highway Robberythe stitches run like train tracks across her heart,Highway Robbery9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but it must have derailed because the only sound is her monitor.
i've been awake for four days and nights just watching her sleep,
afraid if i close my eyes she might slip away without me.
her hands are wrapped in plaster casts
and there's still stained glass buried in her face.
her lips are broken and silent, her eyelids are static and braced,
and she's my angel full of staples, my sunshine.
please don't take my sunshine away.
closed my own eyes for only a second,
woke up on the wrong side of the road again,
your room is suddenly full of nurses and you're flatlining.
Glass Half Full Of Emptywaking up on the wrong side of the world,Glass Half Full Of Empty9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
disorganized and incomplete, story of my life.
another bloodshot morning in a city i've quickly grown to hate,
another monotonous day without the things in life i've slowly grown to love.
breaking up the scenery with daydreams,
momentary static distractions from the routine.
i'm wearing the floors thin from pacing wall to wall to wall..
if i threw it all away,
i wouldn't miss a god damn thing about this dead end town.
if i bought a ticket to where you are,
i could be there inside twenty four hours.
what the fuck am i still doing here..
easier said than done when i'm this fucking spun,
Indigoshe's on her way to Bangkok, to look in someone else's eyes while she fucks them.Indigo9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm on my way to Singapore to sing a poor man's blues.
b.queenevery dayb.queen9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
is an itch of larynx
in the grip
save for their persistence
and central digits
you wish your words
MilkmoneyThere's a door that needs to be opened, out in the midst of a field of grass. The stars come out and dance about it, beneath the mad violet sky above. I keep waiting. I keep waiting. The closed door on the hill will be opened, and dreams will rush out while confused dreamers rush in. Smooth chaos. Things will be. I keep waiting. I've moved my bed onto the grassy hill to be closer, closer to when the door swings open and freedom flies out. I want to be there, then. I keep waiting.Milkmoney10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mendbreathe in, breathe out.Mend10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a picture's worth a thousand wounds
and there's galleries on our sleeves.
blade in, bleed out.
cutting out the imperfections
because there's a crowd to please.
but you're the only one who doesn't know you're beautiful,
and these wounds are not the final word on who you are.
we can grow new skin to hide these scars,
rewrite these broken lyrics and dance to a different song.
breathe in, breathe out.
we're wearing this cycle thin and vice versa.
we've all got demons in our yesterdays,
so tear them out of the calendar pages.
tomorrow is a new diary with your name on the flyleaf,
let's cross our hearts and h
rainvery quietlyrain11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
woven into the sound of the water
if you listen closely
you can hear her cry
Sleeping SunCrickets, hiddenSleeping Sun1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in hydrangeas, rouse
a sleeping sun.
the story of a girl made of fire and of bloodThat red dress flowing at her ankles like blood,the story of a girl made of fire and of blood8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
rippling against her river thin frame of fire,
she is burning, burning so bloody,
she sweats and she cries and she falls to the ground,
but her eyes dance in the flickering flames
and her heart skips when his voice catches on her pastry flake flesh,
his voice lingers there, rests, soul upon skin, sin upon sin,
her body cooked tender.