The Seraphim of Cobwebbed HallsSilently I heard her whispering,
pallid ivory lips soft lisping,
Paper drifting slowly shifting,
from the bedroom's mildewed walls.
In these halls stirs vaguest chanting,
whippoorwills their cries decanting;
psycopomps in midnight sighing,
just outside these mildewed walls.
Huddled forms sprawl stealthily creeping,
countless spiders surging sweeping,
toward the bed where she lies sleeping,
the maiden of these mildewed walls.
Trapped within that pall's mass trembling,
writhes the one I stayed here tending,
all those bleak nights never-ending,
within these wretched mildewed walls.
Blasphemous birds fall shrieking mocking,
through the window thickly flocking,
to snatch the soul of that thing rotting,
my sweet seraphim of cobwebbed halls.
Leaveme.Leave3 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)
Are You There?Are you out there?Are You There?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are there any of us left?
Those who believe in love above all things
The dreamers, the sincere idealists
The passionate believers in true love
Those that are endlessly hopeful
Where are you all?
I'm searching for and struggling to find you
Wherever you are
Whatever you are doing
Please, let us bring to the world
Once again, our ideals
Our morals and our hope
For the world needs them
tonight's the nightand when I kissed hertonight's the night3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could feel a dry spot on her lip
and tasting of longing it disappeared,
under waves of desire unsatisfied.
and I like to hear her breathe
when she lies next to me
it sounds like comfort, closeness, warmth
the sounds of the city locked down inside her lungs.
(while I sleep like a car accident
restless with my discontent
and the uncouth images of her
within my arms, entwined with all my insecurity)
and I can hear the sound
of butterflies scraping against my chest
a gentle poisoning of a soft caress
the sorts of things that lovers do and don't forget.
metaphors should never make loveyou were allmetaphors should never make love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
bookends and spiderweb
but our fingers
were too fragile;
piano keys shattered,
and you kept on ending
maybe we haven't tasted
years of salt and construction-
but we can breathe in the details
(and all of its disaster)
Not SorryI'm sorry I'm a fuck-upNot Sorry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I don't do as I'm told
I'm sorry I'm not submissive and that your words don't stop me cold
I don't give fuck if you hate me
That's just the worthless slut that I am
I don't care if you don't love me
Its just another blow
I'll shrug it off and walk away
Because I just don't care anymore
I'm watching every dream I have ever had crumble down around me
Your fist keeps on striking me and I don't feel a thing
I'll tear up this paper
I'll break everything in sight until there's silence
And you shut your mouth
I won't stop this pain (this pleasure) until I'm restored
It's a dirty, filthy path
And I'm nothing but your whore
So I don't care if you destroy me
If your words continue to cut
I'll just keep on screaming back
Until you get enough
Good Girl"Good girl." He whispers quietly,Good Girl1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I sit alone so silently.
"Good girl." He says on a note
That I'm not even sure he wrote.
"Good girl." He says so fast,
Just like he has in days past.
"Good girl." Instead of bye,
Leaving me alone to cry.
"Good girl" is not "I love you,"
But say that, he'll never do.
"Good girl." For not talking.
"Good girl." For not asking.
"Good girl." He says no more,
For this good girl is out the door.
BadI don't think I've ever felt this badBad2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shaking so hard I can barely breathe
Curled up on an empty staircase with my head between my knees
I am dying you idiots.
I'm sitting here trying to rip open my arm with my nails
I'm trying to carve that damned word-worthless in
So that I never forget
You don't see
That none of it is fiction
You just keep thinking that everything is false
You snarl at me not to cry
And that makes me just like everyone else
Am I really so worthless?
Everyone would lead me here to die?
That not a single person would try and dry my eyes?
Am I so prideful, so self-deprecating
That I would rather take my life
Then reach out to you for help?
with her eyesshe undressed him-with her eyes11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
crept up beneath his shirt as a loft breeze
and allowed the wind to swallow their unnecessary layers
letting her fingers be wary she grazed his marble slab skin
pirouetted atop his collarbones
threw her full self into a tour jeté,
floating along his abdomen
and landed atop his belt buckle.
silently she slipped her palms
(eager with sweat)
beneath his jeans
and nested her head at his chest
to find his pulse thrumming,
parallel to hers.
her hunger began insisting through the pores of her skin,
flooding out in an attempt to feed.
she glanced at him, beneath him, onto him and into him.
her eyes submerged in his honey skin and she inhaled a heavy breath,
and as he finally looked into her eyes she-
rushed to turn her gaze, embrassed he had caught her staring.
Poets Always Lieambrosial fabrications arePoets Always Lie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
easier to swallow down when
incandescence is a blessing bestowed
only upon those with silky tongues.
deceptions are beautiful
in the right words
because they are salvation, like a
rapture, they save the sickly,
self-indulgent souls from those
tragedies they used to write on the insides
of childhood notebooks about who
they could never be [themselves]
they rescue them from tremulous
corners and closets, hideaways
where they've grown too akin to
the demons they nurse; and drag
them into a land beautiful enough
to wear light as a second skin
(where lies are never discussed
but always shared)
are so much more comforting
than the absoluteness of reality
because self-resentment is as
natural as a heartbeat to those
who were born breathing and
abhorring and denying all from one
steady gasp of what the existent world
had to offer to them
back then their eyes opened, and
their fingers fumbled, born, they realized
the world wasn't as pretty as promi
diluted evanescencebreezes are fickle things, you saiddiluted evanescence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when your eyes were somewhere far away
the wind danced in the narrow expanse
of all our waning hopes and desires,
and something about the way the air grew static
made me remember a time when
inexperience was still a virtue.
sparks go out, you said
as the discord dimmed
(glossy eyes weren't always
made of glass, but they became
along the line of desperation)
I truly believed the world pulsed somewhere
in the cadence of your voice,
because in your breath- earthquakes would
break and oceans would crash and I always
came up short.
we're living a borrowed life, you said
but no one ever taught us how
to save up time
don't try to tell me
pain is pertinent to
everyday living I couldn't
hear my own words, either
forget me, you said
I am only evanescent
I am beautiful, forget me
you didn't earn those wings
from saving any souls,
you just wanted a better way
Dear MoonNothing is worseDear Moon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Than when you are new
The night is so vapid
Without that delicate light
Being cast upon us
But it's not so bad
At least, not anymore
For now i have someone
That reminds me of your allure
When you are absent from the sky
I long for your return
So maybe you'll return the favor
And remind me of her
appropriately appallingiappropriately appalling3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the flies are in the food, again.
festering, feeding- because i sewed
shut my lips when you warned me
they were a gaping wound.
silence is the best kind of infection;
you can't know what's kept inside
i carry little girl dreams
of dying and coming back
diseased, depraved, an atrocity;
at least then I'd be something
worth writing home about
i deserve more than what
i am- i am selfish and
greedy, but not strong
to steal a life worth living
(look at me now, mom
i'm growing into the
ugly thoughts i birthed.
i think this is what it must feel like
to finally follow through)
there are things you never say:
no one ever wants to
face their mortality
i will die and i will bring
my rotting mind with me;
the sun will rise again, brightly,
a little less burdened
the worst eulogy, it seems,
is a finger pointed towards
a world unwelcoming:
(look at me now, mom
i'm something worth writing
home about, i finally
there's a skeleton's breath
on the back
Too Earthbound to Fly11pm.Too Earthbound to Fly10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He's riding a bus
that he didn't even know
ran this late.
next to a she,
a she he knows
he shouldn't love,
but one he can't
say he doesn't.
She's leaning against him,
hair draped on collarbone,
it'd been a long day.
He felt the warmth
of her hoodied head
pressing against his shoulder,
and he rested his head
all he wanted to do
was to hold her close
and stop time in its place.
But it kept going.
They came to their station.
And said their goodbyes.
And she gave him a kiss.
And he was happy,
because he was just too realistic;
too grounded to fly,
too earthbound to dream.
that the magic
that happened today
would be gone the next.
Today was a precursor
and he couldn't
of that nothing
BreatheUnderneath my blanket lies a frozen fearBreathe1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And behind my eyes lit darkness is sealed
You broke my heart, but yet I breathed
You're in my veins, and I can't bleed
I'll count your never-ending footsteps
As I fight away my tears.
So hard to stay alive
So damn hard to breathe
And I wish I can close my eyes
Put my heart aside and sleep
Memories drenched in my blood
Lullabies soaked in my tears
And without your arms around me
Oceans will drown me so deep
And without your breath to wrap me
In darkened fairy tales and dreams
The arms of time will leave without me
To the land of my wounded schemes
And painlessly I'll close my eyes
As I scream my soul to sleep.
So hard to stay alive
So damn hard to breathe
And I'm just a little wounded fish
Drowned in your water so deep
But I can never ever leave
Even though I'm about to freeze
Cause I'd rather die in your arms
And I'd rather drown in your tears
And I'd rather bleed
I'd rather bleed
Than to have to breathe without you
For without you I can't breat
For YouAwake within me, oh mind,For You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Resonate with the cognizance of a thousand throaty voices
All seemingly moist, and dank,
Like heavy breathing,
And let the feminine construct that my wasted life has twined itself around
no! Let it soar instead.
Let it breathe the aromatic pionance of new life;
of babys breath; those howling new lungs filled with the essence.
Let me transcend the confines of this corporeal form,
This sanguine prison of bones and flesh,
And instead let me exist as a feeling; a wisp;
I want to lust. I want to taste.
I want to breathe in that rank odor of life!
Let me touch my lips to yours.
I want to savor the intoxication that arouses me in this period of deprivation.
And you would touch me;
the threads of your hair are woven together like a curtain
And they enshrine my hazy countenance;
Drunk on you: the pungent aroma of your neck,
The downy hair that dusts the base of your skull,
curls around it like the curls you bore as an infant,
'':)''""'':)''1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is what you sent me
When I poured out my heart to you
Was how you replied
To a paragraph I spent weeks on
I sent back hours later
"That wasn't for you"
Because I realized,
It really wasn't
It was for the person
I made you out to be
You know how to hurt meThere's just about million things I hate,You know how to hurt me3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'd kill for some to go away;
like bigotry, offensive jokes,
stilted poetry and boring chores.
Blind people with their eyes intact,
not bothering to do things right,
thinking yelling makes their words more true,
judging harshly all of them but you.
Maybe it's a lot but even then,
none of those things, not the sum of them
can in the slightest bit compare,
to the feeling that I get the utmost hate -
when you smash the door right in my face
or close up in your defensive self-embrace,
when you call at night just to "hear my voice"
and after first two words you refuse to talk.
You simply know how to hurt me.
I detest how you say you'd forget me if I went away,
how you never seem to give a damn.
When I say I love you, you mumble: "I don't care."
And despite all that you understand
and know me like no other can.
You own me, I'm yours,
you smile when I say:
"You really know how to hurt me."
I'm not in love, boy,
I'm so beyond that,
and all my fr
IgnoranceWhy do you care so much,Ignorance1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
About what other people do?
You say it’s you issue too,
That it degrades some set of morals.
Why must you speak so loudly,
When no wants to hear?
You say it’s your duty,
But no one asked you to.
Why must you have such ignorance,
But speak as if you know the truth?
You say you know your right,
But you don’t really, do you?
The morals aren’t gone,
The people aren’t degraded,
Its just silly old you,
Butting in with your hatred.
The Desert RoseWith eyes the colour of the cloudless sky,The Desert Rose2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And hair like mighty dunes of sand,
She moves elusively and yet with such grace;
It is a dangerous sort of beauty.
Her eyes snap sharply into mine,
Whenever my gaze lingers a second too long.
Her stare traps mine own in place and so
I stay there frozen with fear... or is it awe?
I would love to tell myself
That such a flower is not meant for me,
But I would only be lying to myself
Because I love the thrill of the game.
I truly do admire her spirit,
Like the Great Pyramids it stands tall,
Against all odds,
Never bending an inch...
A fascination overwhelms me even now.
Can I even hope to keep up,
Or has the game already been won
By the Desert Rose?
ScixelsydI’m still trying to turn myself off default,Scixelsyd11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where my emotions had been too expensive,
For the poverty of our circumstance.
I’m still trying to turn myself off default,
Where I turn everything inward,
Until it bursts out in ways of punishing myself.
I’ve become awfully creative with putting my feelings out,
Into starvation, scissors, and macabre,
All of those self-penalties and shame turned into letters,
Bottled up inside,
And sent away on ocean waves.
Like I wish I could do with my body,
But I’ve been there,
And tried that.
When I was young,
Faced with a mirror showing me the horrors of the world,
And a starving ache of having nothing left.
Although my memories have become a defensive haze by now,
I had enough dreams of dying,
That I knew my carnal instinct to live would win.
I don’t remember why I kept deciding to put it off one more day,
But I’m glad,
That I never got around to putting in the effort.
Because I didn’t kno
UnisonI can still feel itUnison2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Our hearts beat in unison
Despite this distance
WonStalk me in the tall grassWon10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like you did the summer
I was eighteen.
I remember how I liked
your smile and the way
you could whistle
the July heat through
lips heavy with wine.
You said you liked girls
who made homes
wherever they went
and wore too much perfume;
whose legs tanned easily
and rustled under their skirts
as they strolled through the city.
I liked how your hands
were masters -
how they reached
out to grab anything
in their way,
owning what they touched
and making me believe
I was not a woman
to be won easily.