a sensory afternoongolden-turning,
bare skin, muscles aching...
we closed our salty eyes
and feeling the sun, spread our l i m b s
on the surface of the echoing blanket
while leaves dappled the amber of the long, late day
the smell of petrol and strawberry-marmalade
washed over us,
after warm, sleepy wave
a caramel jawline, caught in the corner of my eyes
spoke to me of a hanging mid-afternoon, sad and sweet
like a decade-old song in the air.
but our fingers were long and limp on our laps
through lines of flushed rhythm, my seafoam blood was smiling,
my heart a wine-press,
my eyes shutting their flicker lenses
to paint this skin-glowing picture
with drowsy, syncopating brush strokes
on the september backseat we sat...
eventualitieseventuallyeventualities4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all your thoughts will turn to dust
and like smoke they'll weave away into thin air,
leaving nothing behind
but a few ghastly embers that float away in the swirling wind
and that's when you'll wish you had captured your beautiful flames
and molded them into words
golden, pouring words
phrases in which your thoughts could breathe on, immortally suspended in the air we swim in
for your thoughts are stinging and urgent now, but in time
only pure words will preserve the bl
Forget Your Illusionsyou, with the dark face.Forget Your Illusions4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
why do you weep?
you carry a heavy load,
but you are far from being alone.
you're not quite the man
you're trying to be
your mouth is tiring at the corners.
because you are empty.
instead face the light
let it shine through you,
like a scintillating angel
it's not a fantasy.
just watch the specks of dust
as they hum in the golden sunlight.
fireflies of the dawn,
they blush as they float into your personal space
freckles on the rosy skin of light.
you are more than a freckle.
so don't wither inside,
you're stronger than you think.
you could have peace,
you, with the dark face.
you don't need to weep.
you carry a heavy load,
but you are far from being
Dark LoveIt's killing me,Dark Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The way you love;
Without a thought against anything,
Nothing too far for your hand to reach across,
And grasp my heavy, imprisoned heart.
My naive thoughts are still the same;
You hid your heart to hide with mine.
I can never forget the passion,
The heavy sweetness,
Your voice that was never there;
How I heard you every night through the wind between my curtains.
It's killing me,
How strong you love;
One word has never been enough.
You're far away,
And hard to reach,
Yet so simple to touch; my smile comes easy
As easy as it is to wake up with a scent of vanilla, and think of you
As if I hadn't secretly dreamt enough
Of your dark face,
And dark eyes,
His Intricate MindOwner of an intricate mind,His Intricate Mind4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I search your words for any clue
Of a dim likeness to mine,
In hopes that perhaps
In the shadowy reflections of your bygone soul,
(Passed down through generations
Like a holy key to understanding)
I may link the chain of poetic conception
And somehow mirror a wisp of you.
Owner of an intricate mind,
Your words are all that is left of you;
(The ashes forming the dust of your existence.)
But oh! what words they are to me,
Entwining around my tongue as they drop
Yet rising again about my neck;
Beautiful in the mess of your disaster,
Your perplexities inspire in me
An aching joy, a sense sublime.
Owner of an intricate mind,
Your sylvan spirit haunts me now
In visions of green and abandoned hills,
Where I feel my soul is also bound
By the inexplicable breath of a ghost;
And as I see through your wandering eyes,
Every vale and verdurous thicket
Is soaked dark with the ink of your pen,
And dense in the memories of your past.
Owner of an intricate mind,
I see no wea
Black and WhitetonightBlack and White3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will die, like any other night,
when the cracks of my bedroom door
become liquid with ink,
and sharp at the edges.
I will slip into a blazing white sleep,
where I become the scent of black, and a ghost
then I am only concerned with
curves and rhymes
that slowly make up my breeze of a mind.
I'll lie dead in my grave
of assonance and metaphors,
and my epitaph will read,
"here lies she, who more
wrote her death
than died it."
so this is why i'm screwed(how is itso this is why i'm screwed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that i remember things that never happened
and dream of when they will?)
i would let go
if i could do so without changing
the beautiful thing you are to me inside my mind;
but in the bitter depths of me i know that
i urgently want for you to be mine, and only mine...
and for nothing to change.
and i know that my heart will be ripped out
through the years of drowning myself
in things i will not need
but i hope that after everything, i can come back to you
and look you in the eyes
as if nothing has changed.
(how is it
that i dream of things that never happened
and remember when they did?)
This Unwelcome Realitysometimes I sit in silence,This Unwelcome Reality4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wishing I had the guts to tell you
exactly how I feel.
I tried before,
only it felt more like an obsessive gush than a confession of truth;
I was all but consumed with you
it made me feel too young and naive
so, afraid that I'd scared you away,
I hopelessly tried to contain it.
have more sense than me, sometimes--
I should have known that we are the same
spirits knotted together, feral and unrestrained.
for we breathe in unison
palpitating, electric blue,
buzzing with an energy that drives us to our destination;
that certainty of a passionate future.
is no place for blazing lovers like you and I--
so that destination ends up to be
that space of sunlight
which falls on the void between our two hands,
emblazoning the distance
with a golden glow.
billowing in the tempest of our eyes--
and the wind passes between us
while we sit in silence,
wishing we had the guts to understand
exactly how we feel about each other.
SymphonyWith whispered words we watched the moon explode;Symphony4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stars lit up like fire,
Captivated by your mouth I did not notice the horizon;
It burned ever on.
The softest water danced between your lashes,
And as you closed your eyes they fell
Onto my skin,
Creating blissful harmony
Broken by a single thought;
So reluctant, my heart cried,
The game of sin was spun.
Burdened with the weight of the world,
I let our symphonies go unsung.
Loving blindly .Darling, there was always a difference betweenLoving blindly .4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who you are and how you made me feel;
Instant competition, perfect opposition,
I just chose to turn my compass backwards.
I cared too much about how the poison tasted
to notice I was drinking it while
forcing it down your throat.
I was too blind in bliss to see that
when we kissed, you spit it all in my mouth.
And when you gave me a mocking grin
while watching my body decay at your feet,
I wonder why did I always see
a loving smile?
I guess that's why our hearts are not eyes
and they beat on the left -
there's nothing right about loving blindly.
I blame decemberit’s a cold water kind of day,I blame december3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a day for finding out why i really don’t want to
get a job.
i’m thinking i just don’t want to have to talk to people who aren’t you
it’s selfish, i know.
but i’m seventeen and penniless,
and the winter’s making me feel like this is
not. what. matters.
i don’t think that anything can come close to falling asleep
at your window
waiting for you to come back and become
Winter Nights Are Magicand the wind blows past the tips of my fingers,Winter Nights Are Magic4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as i watch the skies open up
like undiscovered galaxies.
and my hair mingles with the dewy grass beneath me,
as i suck in stars that have sunk
down towards the earth.
what is in the air that I breathe?
how does it taste like music,
and how does it turn to magic inside of my lungs?
for it glows as i blow out,
spreading its layers over the thin atmosphere that surrounds me.
december trees change with time,
and so do we;
shedding old leaves,
shaking off crusty bark
and stripping ourselves bare
so that we can feel when the ice melts away.
it is good to be alive
and to feel the earth, mellow yet heady,
under the warmth of my skin.
earth that i love,
i will be sorry if i ever forget
how perfectly imperfect life really is.
isn't that what winter is for?
Burning InspirationBurning Inspiration4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The throbbing of the waves on the shore
Mirror the deep red, glowing coals,
Rising, falling, the musicians nod
In quiet rhythm around the fire.
Their heads are swaying, bare feet tap sand;
The subtle hint of a cavorting hand
Beating the skin of a glimmering drum.
Bent in assent, eyes dim and hazy,
Half-shut and flickering; someone starts to hum
A shivering tune, floating and lazy,
Between the ribbons of soft plucked strings
With quivering silky fairy wings.
In the heart of the circle, the glowing fire
Mirrors the blush of the round honey moon.
It's paused as the tunes drift higher, higher,
And fade like beating passion waves.
The cold, brown sand is slowly warming
As the smoke wisps dance, softly curling,
Swirling in shimmering patterns of gold
While the notes from woody guitars silk on,
Waltzing with the dim purple night cold;
The musicians as one in their browning song.
The waves creep closer to the halo of smoke
Fingers still dancing as the harmonies float.
The cadence in their glim
CompassWhen all that I breathe forCompass3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Is sitting by the shadowed door,
Languidly smoking and long deceased -
I will take a pen with me,
And I will travel east.
When all that I sing for
Is locked away in a bedside drawer,
Gathering more dust than putting forth -
I will wake my sleeping voice,
And I will travel north.
When all that I love for
Is drowning in the cruel mind's war,
Poisoned with reason and black from the mouth -
I will pick up the pieces of me,
And I will travel south.
When all that I dream for
Is stranded on some distant shore,
With ragged, shallow breathing at best -
I will pack a faith with me,
And I will travel west.
When all that I live for
Is hanging from an old trunk's core
Blood gushing from the spirit's cup -
I will give a soul its wings,
And I will travel up.
she has crossed the Riverjan 23rd, 2012she has crossed the River3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't hide the light in your voice,
don't let it slip between the cracks in your teeth
and sit like tobacco smoke, rotting the whites of your childish smile...
you were tired, dear one. i knew you were
and you had pushed your body through fire and flood.
if i could define living, i would
define your life;
but i cannot define dying, for no,
you never died. i realise now,
you only passed over the River
on that bridge of Realms.
how terribly strange it must have been,
to feel your spirit slip away
and to feel the separation of
body, mind, and soul;
to have felt the sky split,
and the cracks in your body match the cracks in the earth,
and to have seen all the faces around you,
all the moist eyes gazing down on your
oh, we held onto your weary body as if it were really you,
when it was only just a token of you
because the you we all loved
was actually your soul,
clean and white;
pure and innocent..
like that shy little girl with the 60's haircut
in the garde
The Advantages of Being YoungHow was I to know at fourThe Advantages of Being Young4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
That time was unfairly strict?
That my sister, born just years before
Was master in age, and I unfit
To overtake her some glad day,
When finally, I could pause a while,
And yell back over my shoulder to say,
"I got here first!" And with half a smile,
Dash on through the years of doors
Until I'd find in shocked dismay,
That now, instead of sweeping floors,
I must wash the dishes each day.
ice queenShe takes you by the hipsice queen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because she's too hungry
to appreciate the warmth
of your hands.
She transforms you with her fingers,
bending every edge till you're just her
ball, made of glass,
that she shakes once in a while.
She always preferred ice over sunshine.
And I can't stand the sight of her,
she chills me to the bone.
Because she has my whole world
in the palm of her hand
and I fear she might break it.
past path - present painheartache tastes like a storm in summer.past path - present pain3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
it comes suddenly, soaking you to the bone to wash the same old yesterdays out of your bloodstream and leaves you feeling cold for longer than you can handle without making you sick.
time has played with my memories.
life twisted and turned until you faded out of it, like a moon that once ruled the sky hid behind the clouds. yet sometimes it gets curious and peeks from behind them, blinding me instantly.
a dull ache weighs down my chest.
it makes it hard to breathe when I realize that once the girl holding your hand was me. I was the one whose eyes you adored, whose lyrics you tried to decode, whose lips you bit in frustration. I was the one who made you cry, because you looked beautiful with tearstained cheeks and trembling hands holding me by the neck.
she can make you smile, but darling I made you laugh and scream at the same time, I made you break things to put them back together and in the morning I kissed you goodnight.
Kit Kat Make Up Trash.your lungs fill with oxygen as you try to exhaleKit Kat Make Up Trash.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
through clenched teeth and palms pressed over your chapped lips.
you're trying to get a hold on this confusing spasm
that makes you feel sick to the bone and high as the stars
but your wings are drenched in vomit and it seems you
can't have one without the other.
hold on to your bones for dear life and count your ribs every day
just in case one of them decided to slip out of reach.
press your heart through the glass and feel the shards sinking
into the soft flesh as it cracks beneath pressure.
scream at your broken reflection and spit out insecurities
that were inflicted upon your bloodied wrists.
wash your face off the sink, rainbow tears make you look ugly.
don't get caught up in the game of cat and mouse they want you to play.
because you know damn well you're the mouse
and the kitty had its claws sharpened just to turn your heart
into a shredded mess.
From a Great HeightConfused, I satFrom a Great Height2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the edge of my mind
and asked, why
do we feel like dying
when the only solution
My CrimsonI am as a red-hot emberMy Crimson4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
swirling in icy-violet wind;
my brilliance is slowly fading
as all eloquence slips from my nightmare grasp.
I plead your wings take over mine,
I plead your melody entangle mine,
before my voice grows grey and flat
and my strings snap with a tired crack.
revive my crimson,
melt my rust,
before this night turns me to dust.
You Still Wear My Necklaceit comforted me to findYou Still Wear My Necklace4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
that you still wear my gift
around your neck.
it almost made me feel as if
you're still holding on to a bit of me that bit that lies snugly
in the grooves of your collarbone.
it's the safest place anything could ever be.
paradoxically, it's because i'm so far away from you now
that you cling to a reminder of
yet the familiar sight brought tingles to the back of my neck;
it's that same fizz that ran through me
when i first gave you that necklace
(and saw you roll it into that rut
that it would soon become familiar with.)
that same thrill i felt when i noticed how the tan wood beads
brought out the warmth in
your brown eyes.
you always said there was nothing material about love
and i heartily agreed.
it seems somehow that string around your neck
shows me you still care.
you still love me,
i caught your burning look from across the room
yet still we keep our distance:
you wearing my necklace,
and I looking at the face