Please Don't Go"We put things in the ground to grow"
I sat at a park
with my cane at my side
along the frame
of my leg
when a girl
"Then why do we bury people?"
I shot a glance
towards my feet
at her bright ruby
tap your shoes three times and say
you want to go home
"so that they can grow."
I looked at her,
deep in thought.
"Why would they need to grow when they're dead?"
crinkled at the question
then I spoke
"a seed starts from the ground, but unlike that, that is where we end. We grow for our death to become real to others."
the girl smiled
and then grasped
for my hand
I am her grandfather
I am a ghost.
First ImpressionsI remember the first time I met herFirst Impressions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a tower of books tucked under her chin
glasses sliding down her nose
that she wiggled like a hare's
I helped her carry the tower
to her brother's truck
him ever so persistent to return home
and her just happy to escape into literature
she slumped into the seat
the tower resting at her bare toes
she stuck out her hand
and told me her name
and laughed at the common of it
she would be a freshman after summer
same as me
her brother still urgent
had the engine roar to life
and drive away
her hand waving at me
with a broad smile bubbling over
that danced for me
and all I could think was
Love at first sight is real.
The Significance of Tolling Bells and Tearseach toll of the bell signified another hour gone, wastedThe Significance of Tolling Bells and Tears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
away, dashed from the pages of lifelost within its heady
sands b l o w i n g through the desert winds dampened only by
falling tearssplashes of salted water, nourishment for parched
throats stagnant with the aching illness of pain; overwhelming
sensory glands with acute thuds [pulsing throbs] against flaking
skin, cracking under the scorching sunbeaming rays catching
foolhardy thoughts established in heat-induced mania, time
slowly passing by while trudging steps searched for the way out of
the forestrefusing to admit the only way out was the same thing
that made tears fall, ever closer to the ground until eyes close,
fluttering shut with tired strokestears leaking for one last time;
desert sands, inescapable heat taking the life of yet another whose
bells have finally stopped tolling; another whose tears fall no more.
The Sunset at MorningShe was the beauty,The Sunset at Morning3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and danced down the hall
with calloused feet.
She spoke with pungent
words and tart truths,
all softened by her curve
that shone white
like a hyena's grin
A friend she had many,
a true one would be none,
for she built this shell around her,
made for building,
not for falling down.
When It Snows, it PoursWhy didn't anyone call the doctorWhen It Snows, it Pours3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I set myself on fire?
The attempts to graffiti pain on my body
outweigh my weight.
The self-destruction combined with the stench of selfishness
and the pain of being in pain-
the speeds I pushed,
the crashes I hoped for-
like a ghost following its Earthly addictions,
I just couldn't move on.
I was drawn back to the place where I held myself underwater
and tried to drown to extinguish the flames
I wasn't well, Jayla, I wasn't well.
Instead of migrating north to escape the heat
I turned on the fan and checked the weekly weather.
The summer sun killed my back while my skin peeled over my burn marks
and I became a hopeful skeleton:
"Is today the day the weather will break?"
My scorching summer lasted twenty years
and the weather never broke
and the hurricanes weren't gentle
and even when it snowed; it poured.
I wasn't well, Jayla,
and when my fingers brushed the knife
my addictions turned to binges
which turned to vomiting
which turned to sleep.
Lost within LoveShe lost her mindLost within Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
youi dug him out of my ribcage &you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drowned in bleach and flames
to rid myself of
the dreaded devil's hat
that seeped from my pores
this wasn't about him.
this was about erasing the blemishes
and making my own
but you said my new freckles
spelled out your name with
across my shoulders
and i began to question
how you would sound
around such a shoulder
i have only ever been the gasping
not the gasped
Within (redone)An unnatural smile taking place,Within (redone)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of one true but lost.
A joyless laugh seemingly real,
But unknowingly different.
Carefully displayed, a convincing facade
Few can see through.
A crumbled crying world,
Reaching not past the surface.
A raging war of civil encounter,
Relentlessly unforgiving and destructive.
A cowering bloody soul,
Shattered upon the foundation and spread foreign,
It is of its own devastation.
But further within,
A lovingly happily full heart,
The true smile that contagiously glimmers,
And a happy soul,
Waiting to shine through.
Leaveme.Leave2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I no longer house sanity
only ghosts that were never
told how to move on.
maybe we used to be the same,
but now your cracked reflection
only adds to my years of bad luck
you never counted the lines in my smile,
or the notes between my freckles,
you only measured me.
I'm something to get by on,
but I'm simply not enough.
my watered-down voice
is growing weaker.
and you feed me sugar pills
to diminish the pain
(these bones still bleed)
there are vultures in your eyes,
they know what's coming next
children call on saviors to vanquish demons
from their closets and I'm begging
the silent priests to
they didn't understand what I meant
when I said you stole my breath away
if I turn on the lights,
would you disappear like the times
when I needed help?
I live in waking fear of silence
(I know it's where you wait)
YesterdayYesterday, life seemed to be goingYesterday2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In every direction
With many up and downs
Still to be considered perfection
No thoughts of growing up
Only had you in my vision
No responsibility or worries
About making a bad decision
It was so perfect..wasn't it?
Just laying in the grass
Holding on to your hand
Just watching the days pass
Yesterday was magical
There was happiness and bliss
Only breaking silence
When we gasped after a kiss
We never needed words
Everything could be felt with just a touch
The caressing of your skin
Told you I needed you so much
Was yesterday prefect only for me?
Was I enjoying it by myself?
Tell me why did I have to catch you
Sleeping with somebody else
Giving him that smile
Lipstick painting your lips red
Did you forget all about us
As you slid into his bed?
Yesterday is long gone
Today is filled with much remorse
I tried to numb the pain with liquor
But it seemed to only make it worse
Today is filled with memories
That I wish I could forget
Every second spent togethe
WishmasterA whisper, in cold skies of old, dying starsWishmaster2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is heard, and their lingering death
With not one regret turns and scatters in waste,
As realms of shattered humanity haste
To live and to burn out their breath.
Yet soon there's a scream, a small cry of despair
That binds all the skies to avail,
And one daring soul stands behind to convey
His wish to unravel all living dismay,
To bury his past and prevail.
And thus it begins, as no man can escape
The sweet domination of want,
While stars burn and shine, for so he allows,
The master of wishes that hastily vows
To bring forth desires to grant.
But no man can endure the cruel truth behind,
The wasteland of the human fate,
As all exploration of such fragile minds
Leads only to nothing, and all that it finds
Are fragments of wishes and hate.
And so he remains, whose new story of life
Has neither a middle nor end.
For stars will grow cold and will wantonly die
When wishes are old, while humanity’s lie
Of life will no longer commend.
.you bring me flowers.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
red linen petals
atop plastic teal-green stems,
i don't think that we're
Fluttering HeartFlutter fickle heart ofFluttering Heart2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
mine; compose these burning
feelings pent up inside
I have a desire
my hearts content
to have a love
like heaven descent
with these bare hands I
shall love you more
than water loves
foliage, love me some more
Burning flesh on devils
door; Cheating vixens
lets have some more
Your gentle words
beget my ears
For your actions
speak louder than words
If gentle child
has that feeling
of floating, of singing
that erotic sigh
it haunts my dreams;
are the start of silent
be weary but not fretful
Love comes to all
So either hold it,clutch it to your breast
Or let it flutter like the rest
The Sun Shall Never ComeWelcome to the night brother,The Sun Shall Never Come2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you remember?
When we were young,
Always living under the gun,
Always trying to run,
From everything and every one,
Remember what it was like?
When we would hide,
Try to breathe,
Constantly under the knife,
I still remember those screams,
Your cries and what they mean,
This is my life,
This is my hope and my soul,
My diamond and Fire,
Burning out of control,
I can run into the night,
Just to try and fight,
But it won't matter,
Just like all the days we tried to find the sun,
It always ends the same,
Nothing ever changes,
My breath has always been in vein,
Roots Bathed in Massacresbetween two worlds my ancestors windRoots Bathed in Massacres3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trapped between two cultures, desperate;
they praised the Great Ones, their eyes yet blind
enveloped in the spirits, cloaked with regret
(faces held to the North as trouble came from the East)
traditions massacred, beliefs to be confined
the pipe of peace passed, a smoking calumet
fires relinquished, peace now added to grind
crushed by stone newly whet
(brutalitya gruesome beast)
trials flashing with quick shocks, loss intertwined
as soldiers hid, crouching over many a barbette
shoot to kill, the foreigners' motto, mercy confined
atrocities committed that America would rather forget
(hidden by autumn months and an extravagant feast)
Native American culturedistraught actions
brought and kept bringing violent reactions:
massacres, rebellions, cold-blooded murders; shaky foundations
to build a New Worlda freedom-inspired nation
HauntedEvery car from far awayHaunted2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
looks like yours
and I'm not quite sure
if I should stay and wave
or run the other way
because everything with you was bittersweet
and I don't know what to call you
my heart says you were mine
(my brain knows I wasn't the only one)
so I'm stuck with tasting
but never eating
I still see you in everything
in this old love song
in his face
on every street corner
I'm plagued by the thought of you
so tonight I'm dressed up real nice
to go on a date with a real nice boy
who brang me my favorite flowers
and says all the right things
(but he'll never be you)
and I'm trying to erase our memories
(but they're all written in pen)
Home AloneHome Alone.Home Alone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything becomes so much more dark and sinister whenever you are alone.
You're constantly on guard and overcautious just to answer your mobile phone.
Any slight disturbance or eerie creak and you begin to panic.
Retreating back into your secure settee conjuring up the most dramatic
Scenarios that have virtually no possibility of ever occurring.
But that never seems to stop the cogs from continuously turning.
You fasten all the windows and arm yourself with kitchen based artillery.
And man your position surveying the living room as if you were a member of the military.
Increasing the volume on your television set to distract and block out the noises.
The local neighbors walk past your window but you class them as unfamiliar voices.
You can't help but be on edge until you have some sort of company.
But these common trains of thoughts are expected and customary.
I thought the same until I heard this one story about a girl called Anne.
She was in a similar situation; she was
mango is my personal acidThe silk from your tongue slips around my veins and tightens. You can bruise the surface of my arteries with a wispy smile, but you're too old fashioned. The slime in my chambers is lemon tart. But you always had a mouth for sour things.mango is my personal acid2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Scalpel? Check. Needle? Check. Thread? Check.
Scrape sugar from my lungs because my blood level is too high and I don't like feeling dizzy. Pierce my esophagus. I can't stand breathing if it's coated with tropical incense. The fireflies trapped behind your irises are too good to me. Their feathery limbs glow in place of my heart, and I'm tired of trapping this beatbeatbeating in glass jars for show. Line your fingers with orange linen and shape my muscles into something sweeter. I'm tired of walking on grapefruits and pineapples are too sharp. So carve moon shaped bananas into my veins, and watch me corrode saccharine into an acidic poison.
Your skin freezes my teeth and fills me with scarring cavities, and I can no longer stand the hummingbird flutter
Nonexistent PerfectionShe dreams of perfectionNonexistent Perfection2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The perfect guy, sitting next to her
His perfect smile, shining down at her
His perfect arms, wrapped around her
His perfect voice, soothing as he speaks
His perfect everything, perfectly with her
His words gentle, loving, genuine
He would never lie to her.
He would never cheat on her.
He would never hurt her.
He would never stop talking to her.
He's perfect, remember?
She sits alone
Hurt, indecisive, and unknowing
Of why this dream can't be real.
She waits by herself for something to happen.
Nothing ever does.
She has been hurt.
Hurt by her own imagination.
We Are But HumansWe imagined our bodiesWe Are But Humans3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Were made of strong stone.
But deeper searching proved
We are but skin and bone.
We imagined our souls
Were made of virtue within.
But closer digging proved
We are but remorse and chagrin.
We imagined our hearts
Were made of a flower bud,
But closer analyzing proved
We are but muscle and blood.
We imagined ourselves
Were made of truth and love.
But closer inspection proved
We are but all the above.
The VowsThe Vows2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We stood at the altar
In the fresh aesthetics of spring
You took my hand in yours
And slid on that fateful ring
I wore a fair dress
Clothed in a flurry of white
The poison smile
On my wedding, the only blight
So beautiful it was
My dress stained red
Our passion unbidden
I took off your head
We promised love
Till death do us part
And it shall
For your head, take my heart
My dear, my darling
Forget me not
Honor our righteous vows
And love me till I rot
We vowed forever
Let my love
Bury us together
Like Shattered GlassBroken bones like shattered glassLike Shattered Glass2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crash down to the floor.
Her screams go unnoticed
Until she falls eerily silent.
"Shhh, it's only me."
Can anyone hear?
Does anyone know?
Arms pinned above her head,
She freezes in fear.
Please let it be quick this time.
Please let this end.
Close your eyes, child
And leave your body behind.
Tapped in these moments
I cannot forget.
I will always remember, and I cannot
UntitledThere is something in the airUntitled3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a musky scent
joyful laughter reverberating
It's cold outside.
Come, and watch the sun set
sky set ablaze
Night has already fallen.
Your embrace is warm
into a void I fell
Freezing, wind picks up.
What about the moon, I wonder?
My chance passed me by
my fault, really
I cried once only
Can't you see the stars tonight?