To DeathWith the withering storm,
the tulips grew
-long and beautiful were the stems and petals.
Their mouths hungry,
like a bird in morning dew.
Red, yellow, orange and pink,
present the thinker with endless thought,
-To leave a tulip
is to love a friend,
To pick a tulip,
is to welcome death.
To the mountains the storm shall go,
and shall its gleaming eyes be spared.
They Were Both AloneSubmarine dreamsThey Were Both Alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sink like candlelight.
Speak only in epiphanies.
Too low to be audible,
Their rants passed off
As idle chatter.
Still, light licks at dark corners
In their times of need.
The anti-bride walks the aisle,
This time alone.
Only candle wax for company.
Low moans mark shrouded faces
Who share her grief;
A collection of fair-weather
Vultures with an excuse to dress up.
But the soft as silk footsteps that
Saddle cobbled stairs
Are only hers and echoes
Of the one she sends away.
Lullabies of The DeadBarren as a desert,Lullabies of The Dead2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is the heart of many
-They don't know what is about to come.
A crying child,
is the pleasure of many.
A raven sits,
upon the shoulder
-Eyes like fire to see the soul.
A master of disguise,
is this fine little advisor.
The sun rises,
and her lips move
-An intimidating smirk to bring down armies.
A raised hand,
will calm the storm.
Eyes will shake,
and bones will break
-A feared ruler to cast the first stone.
Shadows of the dead,
will sing the lullabies.
Faminei told himFamine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wanted to spend
paying my dues
to the circumference
of my spine, to the size
of my stomach,
that was not in it.
of my constant need,
in a voice like cold coffee.
the way you are."
i don't care
i care about hunger.
loneliness & starving
sisters. and i want to know
if the hunger that turns you
is anything like
A Tragedy.We hear tales of love unconditionalA Tragedy.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And their messages I do scorn
For many tell of love unrequited,
The victims live forlorn
Their love unending
Yet they only wish for more
For the other to reciprocate
For the bond to grow more
But the bond is worth nothing to me
It'll only bring me pain
The bond of love
Until there's nothing left to gain
28 June 2012
5:55 PM (17:55)
ForgetYou remember nothing,Forget2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How my love for you in the end,
Was taken apart in front of my eyes.
I thought you were once my friend,
But now I understand the truth in your lies.
You think of me with such spite,
Why are you the one to tell me,
What is wrong and what is right?
Your passion was blind but I made you see,
I remember everything.
Quoting ShakespeareThe fault, dear Brutus,Quoting Shakespeare3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is not in our stars,
but in ourselves
Everyone does it,
you know they do.
They sound clever,
but not to you.
are less than
Give me a book,
battered and beaten
and marked to the brim.
All the world's a stage,
and all the men and women
Check the lines
and word counts.
As he was valiant, I honor him.
But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Play the part,
But even if they don't,
you're not quoting Shakespeare.
You're letting him live again.
of addiction. i. of naivetyof addiction.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when i met you, you spilt sweet words into my bleeding ears and plugged the holes so they couldn't spew back out. my too-deep trust in you grew on instability, sweat and the infection in my forgotten wounds.
"i love you," you groaned as your arms wound around me and my eyes shuttered into blankness. "we're gonna be together forever, okay? forever."
must exist, i whispered in my head.
you wouldn't lie to me. i know you wouldn't.
when i turned the corner, you were there, waiting for me. ready to grab my hand and tug me under. and i let you because you made me feel better.
ii. of denial
i drew our memories in red and painted the sky with my tears until it sparkled. i buried the truth under you because it crept up in my mind and told me stories of a disorder i do not have.
i do not have faultiness i
oklahomamy father knows how to travel like a man steeped in tradition,oklahoma2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so as we puff into the country-style chicken lot,
we are immediately affronted by colonies of snickering white rocking chairs.
the latino gang, sliding in floppy shoes, cheer on
a game of redblack checkers without real thirst for victory.
the smallest is feminine in too much gel, and as he tries to flip his
wax sculpture, he fiddles with his touch screen, adjusts his suctioned pants.
they sit in rocking chairs, apart, and who says
those melanin men are not enthroned there still,
lumpy, overlooked, cheering at chips and kings?
race alarms aside, maybe they did visit cracker barrel
just to play checkers, but that's no way to run an establishment
if there's a table empty
and money to be made.
"hi, i'm kathy" pulls up two extra stools
and jams us around a listing circular table.
my sister's fried apples slither out of the bowl,
the chicken is average, cornbread tough, and potatoes crusted.
in the heartland cooks still steer cle
Stay HomeShoved againstStay Home2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everybody has somebody
And the painted smiles
But I know
That if I step into the crowd
I will lose my way
MissDown my neck and under my shirt,Miss3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll remember where you were.
Explore my skin,
all the places you have been.
Kiss me, I'll bite your lip.
I really will miss all of this.
Revolutionary SurvivalI don't think I have ever beenRevolutionary Survival3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
More wrong in all my life.
Your absence was the only way
To open up my eyes,
But missing you like this, I want
To never leave your arms-
The only strong enough to shield me
From internal harms.
I know now I could not survive
With anybody new.
The world does not revolve around
Me. No, it circles you.
Moondance HarpDance in the vast velvetMoondance Harp2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
From a dead man's wonderland
As I wish for the kingdom come
I want to know all the answers
Only Earth knows
To guess if Earth is flat or round
Ever since life was played
By laughter and romance
Sail to the pyramids
And surprise the heavens
I know I can't relieve
Myself in the world I want to believe
Beskoneshnyj beg, lyubit'
And see the hawk fly from the ash tree
Oh bloody night, lure me into oasis
Moondance in the harp
Wanting to be the non-virgin Mary
I wish to be touched
Lonely mountain, it came to me
Running for life, though my lungs have weaken
To search in an eternal maze
Ever since Earth was first created
Before man walked upon this land
I know I can't relieve
Myself in the world I want to believe
Beskoneshnyj beg, lyubit'
And see the hawk fly from the ash tree
One eats the flesh of a mermaid
To gain immortality
An unnamed eagle sitting on the holy tree
With an unwanted virgin
Under Earth's m
The OrchidBefore my mother died,The Orchid2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she gave me a blue potted orchid, with
soft pink strips running down the center of the petals.
When I saw it, my face turned red,
so I ran into the bathroom and slammed the door.
I sat on the lid of the toilet, dreaming of
mermaids and bird-watching and lullabies.
Nine years later, I leave the bathroom,
snatch the orchid from the chandelier,
grab my shovel from the kitchen,
and run upstairs into the backyard,
where I bury the wilting plant
six and a half feet into the ground.
I Could Be WorseWould you rather I was a whore,I Could Be Worse3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or a bore,
Or maybe something a little more,
Than that which I am?
Would you rather I was a bitch,
Or a witch,
Or a scratch for you to itch,
Instead of being me?
Would you rather I was a liar,
Or a crier,
Or someone to lift your pride higher,
As opposed to this pointless screw-up?
Would you rather I was a sheep,
Or simply less of a so-called creep,
In the place of that who I am?
I don't care about perfect,
I don't care about being liked,
I just want to be happy,
I want to be more than crappy,
In a world full of Me and You;
Them and Us,
When there should be no fuss,
Because we are who we are,
So if you want me to be as dull as tar,
I have one thing to say that might just get through;
And that thing is "fuck you."
RealThe velvety backdrop is punctured by a thousand icy pinpricks of diamond;Real3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The clarity of it all
Brings a smile to my lips.
Though the trees may tremble at the sight,
This is where I go for peace.
The penetrating wind
Washes over me;
The crashing of its waves
Makes no sound in my ears.
The worries of the world
Are painted over by the brush of night,
Finally becoming as insignificant as they actually are.
I bathe in the starlight as
The Bride of AtlasShe met him when the world was new;The Bride of Atlas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when wars were fought in the cosmos
and celestial beings deigned expose
and visit themselves upon the mortals.
In darkness he came to her;
somewhere between fantasy and the real,
disguised as a human, burly and firm
with want of a lover and yearning for release.
She knew him as a man
and he loved her as his wife.
A Titan he had always been
at battle with Olympians
who garnered all of humanity's love
and chose war over peace to keep it.
As lightning struck, thunder roared,
and waves destroyed the earth,
all grew quiet as Olympus rejoiced
and she knew that he had lost.
Zeus then rest upon his shoulders
the weight of the world eternal.
A punishment made more severe
by lack of warmth from her mortal heart.
He carried his punishment made unending
as Earth's coarsened face gouged his back.
The insects and beasts stung and mauled
and the humans warred and burned his flesh.
Still he held the world atop his shoulders
I am a Poeti am a poetI am a Poet1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i can not speak
(not with my mouth)
the ink on that page:
shouts the passion of my soul &
cries with vengeance
i am a poet
strings together my thoughts,
and knits a golden fleece
to revive my tired bones
i am a poet
the world is not a happy place
my writing unveils that,
strips it bare
and leaves it hanging
off of four lined stanzas
I am a poet
and I will be heard
Room 227you just keep pulling the pins out of all the grenades,Room 2272 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i just keep falling apart because those pins were holding me together.
they keep hitting the floor like a fallen angel parade,
spent cartridges from the cold trenches of heaven.
cloud nine opens it's throat to sing cadence
and i'm standing under the blades,
so cut me down from my complacence
and let me drown beneath this morbid rain.
you just keep pulling all the stitches out of this scenery,
and i just keep spilling my guts because that thread was holding me together.
we are ransom notes and morse code and machinery,
spent cartridges in room 227.
The Art of BruisingHe tucks his nails beneath my skin,The Art of Bruising2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
painting roses in the knobs of my spine,
and knotting the crimson thread binding my wrists.
His fingers dance across my ripples of purple-blue-green-and-black,
his breath, along my lips.
"You make beautiful bruises," I whisper.
PhoenixPhoenixPhoenix1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do they end?
Say it swiftly,
half-priced whoremaybe in fifty years,half-priced whore2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she will stop feeling his finger-shaped bruises
on her hips and arms.
stop hearing his words—you think you can stop me, little girl?—
in every passing "are you okay?".
stop feeling the wind like a ghost of his acid breath
on the back of her neck
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful little girl.
maybe fifty thousand dove soap bars later
and too many scalding showers
and dusty baby blankets and days spent lying in bed,
looking up at the water stained ceiling,
will be enough to leave the man
on the corner of anderson street and rosa parks avenue
right where she never wanted to find him.
just ask her, she knows first hand
that worlds don't end in bangs but
she knows what it's like to die with a fist
over your mouth and fear in your nostrils.
pretend she is made out of ashes and paper thin words—mourn
the loss of her innocence, her freedom, her control.
cast her out into the ocean to dissolve among the waves,
find her a god dirty enough
Acid Girl 04She once told me that Mexican nights were shorterAcid Girl 042 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With enough pills, October can be one long day
Those eyes never promised calm waves or Novocain
There's tequila in our mouthwash
The problem is I don't see this as a problem anymore
Nine out of ten dentists recommend swallowing the worm
An air conditioner is smoking somewhere downstairs
I breathed in the cold second hand and the minute stopped moving
We're only alive part time- cashing our rain checks in rubber boots
On the weekends, she doesn't know that it's the weekend
I'm always aware of footprints in the mud and snow
If they take the trash, it's Thursday
The puppy calendar on the fridge says 2009
Someone drew dicks on September's golden retriever
But this way, it's always three years before the Mayans ruin everything
The kitchen ants drown in the kitchen sink
One sheet of fly paper hangs from a horseshoe in the doorway
The stove can only been used to light roaches
A needle in the night stand makes a guest appearance
The liquor cabi
The Drink"No one likes drinking or dying alone."The Drink2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He tells me, gesturing me over to sit beside him,
his eyes are bloodshot, looking like strange marbles,
"Screw my liver, Screw my blood pressure,
Screw my heart,"
He lights a cigarette,inhales, exhales,
"and screw my lungs too."
is the smoke that pushes and swirls from his
"Was it a woman?
Her lips and hair and eyes,
you're trying to drown in rum and gin?
To be honest,
I've loved and lost a thousand times,
but I think I'm better for it."
He decays as he sits, festering inside.
I decay beside him,
One more drink, one more drink,
to make us believe again.
One more drink to make us sing again.
I feel him expire,
I hear him go.
His gin-soaked heart giving out,
in the bar,
in the city,
Ten minutes before last call.
My RealityIf dreams are an insightMy Reality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to what i mean
then why do i feel like
i'm so unseen
torn down posters
the sound of snapped twigs
here it is closer
why can't i feel cold
the heat gets to me
i'd be the boy i want
if i'd let me
this open up world
closes in when i sleep
i wish i could dream anything
but i fall too deep
trying to wake up
is tougher than words
people think i'm depressed
but it's not the worst
break me down?
no way! My mind is mine
no way! I wish i was fine
seeing is believing
they taught me
what i see? awake or dreaming?
is my reality