ReflectionsFor centuries we lay together;Reflections2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Past upon layered past.
But, fates are cruel in the present,
Cleaving we two apart instead of together.
I look at my own face in polished surfaces--
Hoping to see your eyes reflected somehow in mine,
Maybe you hope to see mine in yours?
As our bodies and hands were once so very close
I think on how our hearts and souls still are;
Still so inexplicably tangled together--
And they always will be.
No matter the distance to overcome.
MineI am the black cloudMine3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Floating through the night;
You are the flash of light
Bright and destructive and proud.
I am depression,
Creeping along where you lay;
You are the mischievous play
Smirking without hesitation.
I am doom and strife,
What all pretend to not feel;
You are passion, you are zeal-
You are why I celebrate life.
I am darkness and secrets
Which are best kept unknown;
You are curiosity as it roams
Where others would never step.
I am the darkness,
An ever gloomy ray of sorrow;
Yet you only know to grow,
The air in the lungs filling one's chest.
I am lost-
Am I worth the cost,
You, my deliverer,
To be made loved and sure?
I am small
And can easily fall,
But you are never far behind-
That is what makes you mine.
ForestryYour frail twig-like frameForestry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And befuddled mind at peace;
Committed to already hazy memory--
A kindness in the saddening loss
Of another fragment of a generation,
And another branch hewn away
From the living family tree.
StoriesStoriesStories3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Green pills, yellow pills, white pills. I wonder if they color code the pills to match the malady, green to soothe, yellow to wake, white to purify evil thoughts, black like ravens who peck and caw, Jezebel's bones, sodden red tulips, dogs lapping, tongues so black, black holes that like eating novas and girls like me that just happen to see the testifying of bricks. "Here someone was murdered", fickle neurons, scandalized hieroglyphs of blood, constellations of wolves such bloody tongued dogs.
"Open," the nurse says checking to see if I have swallowed her pills. I always do hoping such sacred behavior will loosen me of this place. If I promise to believe everything they say? But Nurse Mary is quite contrary, maiden's breath grows in her garden, clouds of crushed stems, pollen and powder. Maybe she sees the wolf. My flamingoes feel the unease of rhyming couplets and badly played croquet. What would Alice do? What would the Duchess do? What happened to Jack and Jill after they s
Paper PoppiesChildren’s fingers shed copper coinsPaper Poppies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Exchanged for red paper poppies
Not fully understanding the symbol
Or the sacrifices made by millions.
RebornTake a look at me..Reborn3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I am killing time so i can stop thinking
Take a look. Then tell me what you see..
I am hiding the hurt
I am hiding the wound where it shouldn't be..
Take a plaster
And fix the crooked why..
Give me an answer
To Why I shouldn't die
To why I shouldn't spare the moments
Why I shouldn't lie..
Take what has left of me
Put snow in my wounded heart
Maybe a white paint
So the insects of memory
Can't reach that part
Reborn my life again
No rituals, no circles and no stars
Just A little bit of snow and rain
In a moonless night, empty of people and cars
You can wipe this pain
Erase this stain
Reborn my life again
And again and again and again..
Erased.I half expect to findErased.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your face gone.
All faded away
Vanished from the family albums,
As we all faded from your mind and memory
Age, senility and dementia,
We all became fragments--
You to us and us to you.
Its like you’re erased--rubbed out
And the only things left to do
Are close the casket and say a goodbye.
Sonnet XVIIThis fault be mine, and I alone to blameSonnet XVII2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Neath the shadow of my nocturnal deed,
I am sinfully yours, a prince of shame,
O Themis, if you are truth, make me bleed!
Yet, if my lapse in darker hues are found
Seal forth each gash with resin acrid wrap,
My damnation no pain of flesh can wound,
My devil no Christened reverend trap.
I tell you dear friend, leave my soul to be;
Your prayers, your curses shall fall to waste,
From rancor, this satyr heart is free,
Yet bitterness, this rimy tongue shall taste.
Futile the frown or poor Atlas' grudge,
Before heaven or hell; I, I will judge.
Early November.The late songbirds lament the final passing of Summer;Early November.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the corpses of fireworks lingered here and there,
Fallen into yards and streets with the leaves burning
Like the still smouldering fires that lit up the nights before;
A celebration of infamy with pyromania and explosives.
Nothing but the TruthA friend I made.Nothing but the Truth3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A liar I became.
What I gained was nothing but derail.
I had my chance.
I gave everything yet nothing at the time.
Who am I to blame, I did a mistake.
My words, my fault.
It's me not you.
My mind, my heart - It's nothing but the truth.
My mouth tell lies, my heart collapse.
A friend I made.
An enemy I became.
I had my chance.
I apologize, my friend.
The GreatestI'm the greatest; I'm the greatest poet who ever lived.The Greatest2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm so great Shakespeare bows to me,
And when I talk, it's like a fucking symphony,
If life's a sea of competition, I'm swimming on top,
I'm a motherfuckin' dolphin.
Or a narwhale. I'm so awesome awesome-ness is doing bird calls
To fetch me.
This is so easy; it's like taking a breath to me.
I'm the Pokémon master of poetry,
It's my destiny.
I'm fly, I got pockets full of helium,
Words flow straight from my cerebrum,
Back to the 80s, I'm the top gun,
But it would be wrong to only praise myself.
Though they say it helps you're self-esteem by claiming you're weaknesses as a strengths.
So here I am falsely boasting about myself when there are heroes who deserve it way more than I ever will.
So here's my gratitude to all of you.
To the masked soldiers who give their lives to me, and set me free.
To the icons of history, I'll never forget you're story.
Through the struggles and the pain, the storms and the rain, who made it so I had som
Lyrical FlowShe cut the wire,Lyrical Flow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She broke the vein,
She fanned the fire,
Allowed the blood to stain the floor and warp the wood with a red crimson glow,
She bit her lips with a lyrical flow,
And how he wanted that.
Wanted to see what the sun could not show
In the light painted pictures like broken glass
Refracting light that did not mean anything more than the light that passed through it.
With a verbal tongue and a broken tooth he created a planet that spanned time and her mind body and chest,
Which rang out from her body like bells ringing for a lost cause that means nothing to him, nothing more than the sounds that echoed.
The vents blew fire from her eyes ears and through her muddy tears
Smearing her make up.
The same make up made for him
Caked and battered to hide the spots, the marks, from where the fist hit the pavement.
She sat with a lyrical flow
Jaws wired closed from broken bones.
She is alone in a house with another
She is the last sinner casted with stones.
Does your body hurt?