no dear.no dear4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
the chimney smoke
blows like hair
in the wind
its ashen hum
a trembling dove
a man without
to a crux of spine
dear burden of mine
o father have i sinned
what fire turned
this bread to stone
without my ribs
weeping in the gloam
my chest is pried
a tongueless jaw
with nothing left
That HumAs I look at her, with her beautiful honey hairThat Hum7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my lungs feel colder than my head. With each bruise
the cr-creak at my feet grows louder and louderan dlouder
and that void filling hum in low lectric tonesss -
if I had arms to hug, or ears to hear, I would
I would definitely
fall in love.
I Caught a ButterflyI caught a butterfly, colored green with silky wingsI Caught a Butterfly7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
which was not afraid, but that was mean. Such a human thing.
Delicate being, was not meant for glass made jar,
still it flew around, a couple of times, just to flaunt, and thus
I shook that cruet, to let it soar, just a little bit nothing more,
felt like such a brute. Still not sure though why,
cause how can you tell one delicate butterfly
colored green, with silky wings, that its the most
Arsenic's got a Bitter FinishSometimes, I find myself staring at you. I wonder if I can look through one of your prettily-pierced ears and see the stars branching into my name on the other side. I wonder if that would scare the hell out of me, seeing such commitment spelled out in black and blue and white on your end when I'm so complacent with being kept to myself on mine. And maybe, deep down, I'm wondering if it's really a commitment I'm so afraid of...or if it's that I'm worried that when you look at me with your heart in your glowing sunrise eyes, I'm not returning the favor.Arsenic's got a Bitter Finish5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes I catch you staring at me, but I like to pretend that I don't see. Instead, I'll sweep my hair to the side because once in a while you'll brush your fingertips against my neck and I like the truth of that. You can't lie with your hands the same way you lie with your lips. Your eyes are sad, and I'm afraid of asking questions because the answers will scare me, I think. StillI want to ask you where it hurts. I want you t
The King and QueenI'll be the Queen of Fall,The King and Queen5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with red oak leaves in my birch wood hair,
and kisses that taste like maple syrup.
I'll dub you my King of Catch,
to hold me when the Winter fae come clawing at my door,
and the glittering wings of winter breaths carry depression through my lungs.
We'll make love on drizzling April afternoons,
and warm June evenings, when even the sun is reluctant to go to sleep.
We'll have princesses and princes
of Spring and Summer
who's eyes glitter like frost on willow limbs,
and minds bloom like violet petals.
Thunderclaps will be our drum beat,
when we hold concerts for the cicadas and whispering grass.
Lightning, our pyrotechnics,
dazzling the night sky,
with our heads thrown upwards to preach to the stars.
Northern lights will be our nightlights,
dew drops and low-lying fog, our cover,
that whispers around our twisted bare limbs,
as we wrap ourselves around each other,
to shelter, and shiver with rapture.
We'll press flowers in classic novels,
and ones never published
simple remindersThey are asking me to describe you, again,simple reminders7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And like before, the words hang desperately
against my tongue. I spurt and splutter like a fountain
in a barren Alaska, still frozen, not quite thawed.
Uncharted terrain near unpredictable waters,
open to discoveries and exploration, yet unsure
of the ice possibly hidden beneath the snow.
[why do their eyes have to be so judgmental?]
Days seem much longer when there is some(one)thing missing.
How does one describe the sensation of breathing without
the use of suffocation? How does one color the mind with touches
of heaven to those who have never experienced clouds in their hands?
Have you touched fog? It's like embracing a ghostwhirling about
you with a phantom-like sensuality.
Still Trying Have been told that I am, quote, "Very messed up in the head. A walking time bomb; a suicide attempt waiting to go off." unquote, which is making me think more about death and cutting and things that I vowed off of before I turned 14Still Trying6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Sometimes I forget how hard some days can be. I forget that once upon a time; three years ago, a month, a day, that I never wanted to wake up. It's hard, facing that again, but I don't want to ignore my past.
Its time to accept it.
There were days when I wanted to die; days when I would lie in bed and squeeze my eyes shut tighter, in the hopes that if I did, reality would disappear, and my problems would go with it.
I described my sadness as a well inside my body, in the upper part of my stomach. There would days when that well was so deep, I couldn't crawl out. Days when it crippled what I could do and how I could function, what I could take from others and what I couldn't.
On those days, a simple teasing word could be all that it took to complet
Splits lips upon starsMorningSplits lips upon stars4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
open, like orange-flesh
in a palm.
I tuck consonants between my
draw moon-craters in my eyes; I make wishes
that are too far away to realise and hope
that somehow things will
the sun is still a mere hole
dear meidear me7 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
forget about him
try not to forget to
its probably okay to be
a little braver than you have
you are beautiful,
tangible magic, this
is reason enough
to wake up in the morning.
buy milk. eggs, bread
make the bed, find one
damn good reason to
wake up in the morning.
do what you mean
you were amazing today,
i knew you could do it
take that step;make that change
make a difference today.
(because I think you can do these
amazing that you promise
yourself you will do -some day,
youre always looking for a sign;
well, this is it.
i want to see the sun shine from your bones.
DaysThere were days when I got lost behind the moons eyes, the suns smiles, and the clouds tears.Days7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Days where the wind crept up from behind and whipped my hair around my neck suffocating me.
There were days when I got lost within the days light and the nights dark.
The stars were painted black like my heart disappearing, blending into nothingness.
There were days I drowned in the waters depths, and lived inside concrete walls.
Meshing together light and dark; becoming one.
There were days my body was weak from fighting, my mind strong from cartwheel thoughts racing.
My mind running a marathon as my body falls to pieces becoming dust that gets whipped away by the same winds that suffocated me.
FlawsI could write you a symphonyFlaws5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of whispered words and perfect promises
but I'd rather just hum you a melody,
perhaps out of key,
off the top of my head
composed of all the things I've never said
all the thoughts I've never voiced
every word would be so choice
because it would come straight from the heart of every matter
from the very soul of me
traced around every piece of my shattered spirit
built of every time I refused to hear it
[it respectively being the part of me I chose to hate,
the deepest darks, the secrets stark
the ugly truth I berat
MaybeMaybe she'll grab your arms as tight as she can, and draw them around herself. And maybe she'll flatten her face against your chest, biting gently on your collarbone to muffle the sobs; because they're coming, it seems, they're always coming. Maybe after the butterflies have been let loose, and she's fallen into a dreamless sleep, you'll be worth something.Maybe5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Dancing TreesThe Dancing Trees6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Following a stream and honey bees
I came upon The Dancing Trees
T'were in a glade of silver grass
Long after ghostly winter past
I dropped in wonder to my knees
To watch in awe The Dancing Trees.
The elm and ash and willow too
Bent and swayed as wind came through
To choreograph a magic scene
Of graceful limbs so strong and lean
Did entertain and strove to please
As they performed The Dancing Trees.
Playful breeze did come to play
Adding music to gentle fray
Fluttered wings of starlings burst
Sleepy owl awoke and cursed
One-eyed oak tree felt the beat
Shaking free from ancient seat.
Branches touched and twigs were linked
Gyrating now in perfect synch
Faeries around a toadstool danced
Goblins joined in ungainly prance
With joy that moment I did seize
The merriment of The Dancing Trees.
confessionalI bought a newspaper that I don't intend to read today,confessional7 years ago in Other More Like This
it was just an excuse to get out of the house for a few
minutes so that I wouldn't have to think about you. I
thought that maybe if I read about Israel shelling Gaza
then my pain would be put into perspective and I'd feel
okay about the deaths of hundreds of people who did not
deserve to die today. The newspaper is sitting next to
me and I can't pick it up because all I can see in my
head is you and him. him and you. I can see his parents
liking you and him taking my place on the mirror at your
flat. I can see my dinosaur drawing and my football shirt
tucked away in a drawer so they can't see what the two of
you are doing. I can see your wedding dress and I can see
your children. That part hurts the most. I can see that
smile you do when your eyes close when you're really happy
and that part really hurts too.
Last night I dreamt about you.
MirrorsRich color dances vividly, wildly, (tickling ones visual senses!),Mirrors8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
although remaining conformed within harmonized strokes:
thus directing potential scribbles toward
finely balanced realms of personal manifestation.
I, transmuted now to hue and line, am
resounded repeated reflected
beyond myself into warm mirrors illuminating reality
these images are never the original yet they become something real, fusing with my primary self.
Once alien inside me, this hallowed spirit grows more familiar following each effort,
as through true expression it discovers who dwells in its own skin.
Simply existing causes discomfort, confusion;
meditation via art
ExpectationsI'm sick of all the poems written on girlsExpectations4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
With fragile eyes and hidden angels' wings
The secrets tucked behind their careful curls
And the trouble broken laughter brings
Instead I'll tell you all about a boy
A less poetic topic it is true
Clichéd truths are harder to employ
No shattered masks or perfect eyes of blue
No emotion lurks behind the heart
Of any boy, from any walk of life
Indeed their lack of feeling is apart
From their counterpart's response to strife
They were created so that they could see
And love their broken hollow female friends
It is not in their bounds to feel or be
Upset, they are the place where sadness ends
As bulwark and the pair of open arms
They're ever stoic, strong and very calm
Therein lies the source of all their charm
Their silent comfort acts as soothing balm
No, boys, you cannot feel or hear or see
Nor live your lives according to your own
You must bow to predestined decree
And live the way past entities have shown
WinterArrived the winter everything loses its colour.Winter6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The autumn flowers retire for their well deserved rest, and the firewood gets ready for what is going to be, its working season.
On the trees snowflakes pose gently, relaxed and ingenuous, already knowing that when the sun will come, it all will be over.
They prefer to forget that moment, so slow and filled with anguish, the one who will put end to their long roads.
In this cold night my fears don't freeze, hardly breathes my soul, searching for a way to escape.
If I knew how to react, I would not hesitate and with all my strenght I would do it, serene and confident, as I know I have been.
However, not being able to remember how it feels.
Drag me out of the dark depression, that surrounds and suffocates me under the moonlight.
Like the beams that hit brutally these trees, covered by white sheets.
Carry me to the spring, and let me see the flowers bloom.
GoddessGoddess3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were not a goddess -
no ivory trespass
or oath in alabaster
to wrap in cloth and bury where
it could not be found;
no vessel to be cherished or
adorned with oil.
Too much skin
to fill up a world of men.
You could not breathe
under water -
your hair a window
floating, framed across the surface
as the water line rose up
the pier and sucked barnacles
But we made you a myth
an omen for the young men
who placed the ocean
under their caps
and baited their hooks
every morning to try
to catch the silver trout
left shining on the rocks
where they hauled in the waves
The Rhyme is Hiding With the Rest of MeI'm too good to be entrancedThe Rhyme is Hiding With the Rest of Me4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
By the dance of your hand,
And too blind to understand that perhaps a part of me,
Despite all efforts to be a better human being,
Cannot help seeing the decisive stroke and grace
Which I have found in an odd place: with you.
No matter what I do, fleeting impressions stay.
Day by day, it's a battle with instinct
As I try and I try to think that you mean nothing.
But it isn't true; you bring smiles to a girl
Who is glowering at the world and hating every time
You coax them out of her, as if it's a crime to make people happy.
Just by being, you make me sappy. Oh look,
Another useless love poem on the book of my heart
For a boy who must always be a part of my life, but not of it.
Despite how much I covet a look or glance,
Just the barest hint of a chance to be together
Against all odds, whatever I do, nothing will change
The lingering feelings. It's strange, how long they'll last.
A ghost from the past still hunts doggedly,
And chases my poor heart as it sprint