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 Dead3 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 himFamine3 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.3 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)
I'm God--Or, at Least I Used to Be"I'm God, or, at least I used to be"I'm God--Or, at Least I Used to Be3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As only the ruinous races of the world could wound me
Off of the silver-lined cloud I climbed on,
Out of the opium blue I claimed
Into this sea of hurt
Where the dead call for my name
As those diseased and those depraved
Called and cried out to be saved
I now share their pain--
I may well be the same.
As only the triumphant try
Precipitating the trumpets of adulation
That the heavenly host provides.
And though victorious
I lost my godly gloriousness
And thusly plummeted
From my prodigious height.
Such a similar circumstance
Orchestrating the orbital dance
My finger in every earthly pie
But it is not enough for a god to try
A god must be
Stalwart, constant, indubitably
And never compromised.
Magnificence and magnanimity
Should pour from robes with folds of gold
A god could never grow so old,
Or release the most requiescat of souls-
Or break in two when so slightly pulled
ForgetYou remember nothing,Forget3 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.
I am a Poeti am a poetI am a Poet2 years 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
oklahomamy father knows how to travel like a man steeped in tradition,oklahoma3 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
of addiction. i. of naivetyof addiction.3 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
Acid Girl 04She once told me that Mexican nights were shorterAcid Girl 043 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
Moondance HarpDance in the vast velvetMoondance Harp3 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
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.
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.
AlcoholicA dead man's how he spent his daysAlcoholic3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Afloat with money. Drowned in haze.
A drop for every crushing wave
should send him back to sleep.
He flits from one drop to the next
Unsatisfied with who he met
From high to low and foot to head
His mind long gone in fleets.
The bottle is the only voice
Which listens to his every choice
It comforts him above the noise
And so his tears do dry.
This isn't him. He's come undone.
A fly beneath the captor's thumb.
The man is weak. The mind is numb.
So here the dead man lies.
But there's no need to worry.
"He can quit at any time."
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.
The Art of Ownership .it is disgustingThe Art of Ownership .2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how much i want to possess you
keep you in my pocket
and seal you between my ribs
in the place
i used to keep my treasures
as a child
i had a dollhouse
and i was dictator of the
delicate little figures
i controlled them
bent their fragile limbs
forcefully made them
i have a habit of breaking things
my past littered with
shards and splinters
of things once whole
somehow i tend to ruin
the things i like the best
because what fun is it
to play with something
that is perfect
now i have you in my sight
and you're the flawless candidate
for me to swallow down
like the greedy child i used to be
you're just like a doll
it would be so easy for me
to snap your porcelain neck
stasis, or hysteriagrazing underclassmen know they have to lovestasis, or hysteria3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and leave with no love lost
substitution properties and rebound girls
we are standing still.
a methodthe scientific community finds issue with the fact thata method3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i use my abstract algebra grimace
to solve poetry.
so when i defected
i curled like frontlawn oasis grass after the sprinklers
offer themselves up, burn out, and die.
recovered from kenning dreams,
i shelved all melting soft color pictures
in favor of tracing paper and facts.
hissing a prayer on a massive nerveshot exhale,
'take me from the verses, just take me home'
i puffed out the candle that illuminated
the blue lines and elementary silverwire spirals.
reformed, sunless with my paper tablet rendered
useless as Moses' shattered first commandment in the
gleaming face of Baal,
i was shadowless, restructured, transformed.
blind under the fever
of a still world and a centerless gravity,
i drovedrovedrove inside
to take a sample of my center
and found it seething
unsettled, with half-formed images
and sunset lines, aborted fetuses
screaming for a chance at cotton candy verbs
and a peace that rises in the east come morning.
Awake For The SunriseI despise every solemn sunrise spent without you,Awake For The Sunrise4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the pink flesh of sunburned skies peeling away
and resting in my bloodshot eyes that say
I will cry before it rains and the sun
will always be more bright than our future.
But that doesn't mean we shouldn't try,
because the moon loves the stars enough
to be with them at least once a day.
The way rain clouds ploughed their way
into yesterday and tomorrow reminds me
of the time I asked why you were crying
and you told me "Today won't last forever."
So my heart broke
like it had no other options;
a water-filled jar being frozen
and there just wasn't enough space
left in my chest for air.
Mon Coeur S'Ouvre A Ta VoixYou have broken my heart.Mon Coeur S'Ouvre A Ta Voix3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You said "don't go; don't love me
and leave me" and pulled me close
and my insides were like melting caramel
and I stayed.
I expect nothing of you now;
admit only in the pining early hours that I
want need crave
you still -
my vivid dreams remind me why oh why it is you
and only you that haunts me.
And when I hear your voice,
your foreign accent familiar as home,
calling me back across the years in dreams
I do not wish for freedom but to step through time
MusicMessenger of emotionMusic3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Simple yet complex
Indescribable by all accounts
Comforting to the soul
PhoenixPhoenixPhoenix2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do they end?
Say it swiftly,
The OrchidBefore my mother died,The Orchid3 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.