and I can breathe along with youMy fingers too cold to grip and myand I can breathe along with you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
head, swollen with thoughts
not in water but in a bath
of my blood
mixed with yours.
I am flowing in the wind
along with the pollen
and the bees, the sun is happy
I am free
and I can breathe along with you,
The nurses don't know
what it's like to be trapped in your own air;
just let us be
The blood still stains
my pallid skin
but your touch wipes it clean,
I can feel the pinch
on my wrists
and I am exposed.
I need to stay fresh
in the sun with the dandelions;
CakeThe cake was disruptive, butCake2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm glad that it helped you fly
My own wings withered years ago
When I was overcome by the croaking
of the frogs down in the swamp
The ferris wheel you loved has
been disassembled then re-assembled
in exactly the same fashion
Only I and a few owls know this
But we don't speak of it
Last night I left my feet at your place
Would you mind very much mailing them to me?
I don't think I'll be going
to any more parties for a while
I don't really like cake
The choicesomething so small,The choice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the slightest change
I felt it growing there,
and I think maybe you did too
in the spaces between breaths
it wanted to grow
but I knew, no matter how much it ached, it couldn't,
knew how it would change
shift the terrain we had begun to build on
so I plucked it from it's hiding place
and hid it on my highest shelf
to gather dust and fade
the dull ache it left behind
soothed by every smile you gave
press muteSleeppress mute2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is like falling into a deep abyss;
Though you are not afraid of the fall, nor the impact.
Come to think of it, there isn't an impact, really;
Just soft, gentle arms waiting
That sweep you away into a beautiful land of
Great sex, Exhaustion, and Writers BlockLast night I managed to break you.Great sex, Exhaustion, and Writers Block3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Twenty minutes later,
I did it again.
you were ready for round three.
All I wanted to do
I guess it just goes to show,
this clock isn't what it used to be.
Time stopped between eighteen and twenty nine,
now twelve hour days
I drive to work like a zombie,
I don't always remember the trip.
Sometimes this is when poetry happens.
I don't pretend to understand.
Great sex, exhaustion, and writers block;
I don't know about this combination,
but I ride the waves
just as I do the day,
as easily as I can.
THE ROAD LESS TEDIOUS: A FROST POEM SPOOFTHE ROAD LESS TEDIOUS: A FROST POEM SPOOF3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
THE ROAD LESS TEDIOUS
A spoof on the Robert Frost poem, "The Road Not Taken"
by Merton Parrish
Two roads diverged at the bottom of the exit,
And sorry I could not zoom both ways
or teleport myself as on Star Trek, long I stood
And looked down toward the mall and at the Shell station
observing concrete and strip malls, as far as I could see.
I turned right, 'cuz both ways were full of traffic-
both looked sucky and promised a jam,
both had roadwork signs;
it was neither here nor there.
And both that morning equally sucked;
Either promised a standstill.
Oh, I dreamed of a day when the roadwork was done!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever make it to work.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged at the bottom of the exit, and I,
I took the one that seemed slightly less sucky,
And still I got to work late!
Darkness, I...Darkness, I...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every night I pick a star in the sky
and persistently follow the path
that leads to it.
But soon I realize:
the star that once lit the way
is now dead,
and has been so for eons...
Tonight I shall choose a new direction,
one with no light
and I will navigate on it,
and witness the birth and death of galaxies
as I go by...
But I won't stop,
I will go on
Oh, Darkness, I...
home is the place
you launch your ships from
RabbitI am conflictedRabbit3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am born
I am the rabbit
Whose heart is torn
Call me cherry blossom
For I bloom my best in spring
But this soil has no good to it
So I spread my wings.
And I watched you ring my scrawny neck
And cut my freedom away
Just to leave me aside.
So i did what i do best
Found a place to hide.
I am the rabbit whose heart seems to wilt
But it beats so fast at the slightest tilt
And I don't know where I'm going in this life
And i was hoping you'd help me
And that you'd put down the knife
So call me cherry blossom.
I'll try my best to sing
About how you're the greatest thing
The greatest most powerful king.
But put down the blade
Look at all these scars
All the wounds you've made
Now I question love
Now I question you
For I am the rabbit,
what do I do
With no answer, you walked away.
And for a while I waited
every single day.
So here I am now
Standing in this spring breeze
I hear it whisper to me through the branches
Renewal is your jewel.
Standing up for
I do not like you poetsI do not like you poetsI do not like you poets1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
breathing into my sorry head
like the air hasn't been wasted a half-a-million times
folding up my lungs
to place them neatly into a wastebasket
how can you make me stop hurting
& then just leave me
a limp lettuce leaf
on the backside of some dirty napkin verse
I am not the jealous type
but I'm going to call up Melpomene & ask her where she's been
send her drunk texts
because I'm too tired of filling up my skull
with cicada skins instead of led
while you make it all too easy
to sleep through a heartattack or two
my pygmalion, my god, my thing of legends
when you were being taught the siren's song
was I writing myself a migraine?
Painful SorrowsDepression is filled with sorrowsPainful Sorrows4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Held by threads of pain
Each one in a row
Turning me insane
I feel my heart breaking
Crashing down into bits
It's getting brutally murdered
I didnt wish for this!
Pills can't away the pain
I had like 12 of those
Since I had nothing to gain
I took another dose
I'm swimming in tears
Tears made by sorrows
It seemed like this for years
Until the past tomorrow
There's no hope for me
I'm just wasting away
I never got to be free
Cuz I was never loved
writing about you.Today, I am not going to write about you.writing about you.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Instead, I am going to write about the saltwater licking up on the beaches outside my grandfather's house. I am going to write about the way that the waves look at dawn: mercurial and vivid in the early morning rays. I am going to write about the time I ran into them fully clothed in the dead of winter, how the cold stole my breath, froze my skin, numbed my limbs. I will write about the only memory I have being tossed from wave to wave, like a child flipping hot bread from one palm to the other. My legs bent, my spine curled, my hair knotted in front of my eyes excruciating, frightening, but invigorating. I will write about how the pain brought life into greater clarity, the cliff edge shoving me into consciousness like the moment I thought I might lose you, curled on the carpet in that old room with my nails buried in my thighs
No, today, I cannot write about you.
Instead, I will close my eyes and write about hospital-grie
Rag DollCrawling in my skinRag Doll11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
inhabits the worms of death
they prance in my flesh
tracing out little tunnels
I pierce the epidermis with a needle
blood gushes out feeding the worms;
the sudden sting left me idle
So I lick the wound delicately
dragging the maggots with my tongue
I bite myself and savor death
now I can continue the cleansing
I pull out the needle from the other side
the string quickly passing through
gathering all impurities along the way
leaving a stitch at the end
I repeat this process
...over and over again
stitch by aching stitch
I must be all prettied up by midnight
have to please master with my appendages
become his atrocious little doll;
I'm the putrefaction that never ages
The sunset criedThe sunset cried2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An animal gets what it wants.
HEYou were radiant that night
When i forced myself on you.
You cried and begged me to stop.
So what? I stopped... Eventually.
A victim re-lives it in their mind.
SHEI should have trusted the sunset's cry.
I felt your weight pinning me down
So hard that you compressed my reality
Into a slow motion memory.
MemoryMemory.Memory3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why do you have be so damn accurate?
Deep Dark WaterA lot of interesting things came in on the storm surge, there was one thing that we could have done without. Oh course we did not know until much later.Deep Dark Water2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jose Metrano woke up chilled in his hot room. For a few minutes he shivered and sweated. The nightmare of drowning in cold crushing darkness felt so real. Jose managed to push the thoughts away so he could get ready for work. A hot shower brought him back to his senses. He did his morning stuff and was out the door.
In the hallway, he met Estrellita Cardona. Someone on the seventh floor said she was like the Midnight Star scandal sheet. All the news that is not fit to print.
"Ju know someone has jumped off the roof of this building again?" Mrs. Cardona asked.
Jose wanted to go to work but this sounded important.
"Really?" Jose asked.
"Jes, he did that last night. What a shame! He was getting a new job and his wife is pregnant with a new baby. Why would a man who had everything going for him jump?" She queried.
Jose shrugged. He ha
Menthol SmokeMenthol SmokeMenthol Smoke2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Against the common belief
The water-level hasn't consumed
Too many masts
With cruel pleasure
Enjoying the taste of doom
Upon her tongue
In fact most of them just fall
Into the unknown
Like do lost hopes forgotten
Begging for a chance
To sing their swansong
Like shooting stars
Shining the brightest
Right before they die;
Their legacy etched in the sky
The ships sail straight
And most of them return
After they learned about the sea
Deafened by depth
Blinded by width
Ever losing land off their sight
Hidden in the smoke
Rising from the tip
Of your menthol flavoured cigarette
You know it all
But at deepness' call
You devotedly drown
Self worth is not measured in milligramsEvery morning.Self worth is not measured in milligrams1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Glass of water.
It has taken
thousands of pills.
It has taken
cannot be measured
by numbers on a scale
or by the complexity
of the drugs I'm on.
SpheresSpheresSpheres1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Should dead birds find rest in the sky?
On white cloud-beds 'neath blanket blue
So they can keep their spirit free...
As were wings those joyfully flew
Their moves defying gravity
Capricious drops of April rain
And wind as can be - volatile
Paste wallpapers on homes of snails
Their tenants burdened with a pile
Of strangers' script that much curtails
Why do humans have round shaped heart?
Like sweet fruits from the cherry tree
Meant to be tasted to the core
Though there's no compass to foresee
If you'll find what you're looking for
Vis de aripi frante - Dream of broken wingsVis de aripi frante - Dream of broken wings8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Vis de aripi frante
Cand ma lupt cu toti pentru vise desarte
Si sper, si-mi gasesc sperantele-inselate
Stiu ca singuratatea in doi e cea mai grea
Si-o aflu prea curand, dar sper ca nu-i a mea.
Chinuit ma zbat de mult o urma sa gasesc
O urma de durere, o urma de regret prostesc.
Si chiar de nu-i vina mea nu stiu durerea s-o ascund
Ma-ntreb unde-am gresit si, resemnat, tot eu raspund.
Ma uit in mine, si caut iesirea din visare, dar…
Realizez treptat ca nu mai e cale de scapare.
Nu neg, am obosit sa lupt si simt ca doare…
E nebunie? Ciudat… imi pare atat de real
Insa renunt… stiu c-am atins punctul terminal
Mă predau, singurătate, asta vrei si asta-mi ceri…
Ma misc in somn si ma trezesc, ah,
Ce vis ura
Ghosts taught me to think in magicIt seemed worthless, we knew best but for some reason there was always another day to fix everything, even the day it self.Ghosts taught me to think in magic5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Our anger, the nerves, such exquisite toxins. Our mortal lives waste and waste... always so late, too late... going for more time, more money. Pitying more loss, more cost. Devouring all out of control... like there is not enough.
Things happen only when a question is raised. Like a rotting-soulless that needs blessing to rest in peace. Naive optimists, they are misguided. We lie a lot. Humans... right? What a lie, such an excuse... just flesh. And the worst part is that lies cant change anything. A smile cant cure laziness or bad choices.
Stay real, my friend. Because... Can you remember the last time you stopped and reasoned? Or the last time you spoke words like „Do it tomorrow ” and then „Time flies...” ? It makes no sense, so think about it tomorrow.
Remember that we are around for you. The tortured souls in your room or behind the gla