WinterthingWinter does a thing to you, makes a thing of you,
shells you from the worldly smells and pulls you under
heavy blankets of dark and snow.
Nothing is as real
as the dreams you cut your sun-shaped holes in
when the light is out.
Let's sleep together, everyone.
By the fire, by moon.
Let's sleep together.
A Dance with DevilsDo you dance with the devils in the marsh, my love?A Dance with Devils2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Do you dance with the devils in the marsh?
Do you dance in the rays of silken light
from a weeping moon on a hallowed night?
Do your steps on shallow pools alight?
Do the devils dance with you?
I laugh with the devils
play with the devils
sing with the devils, love.
And dance with the devils
in the cover of night
with only the stars above.
Do you sing in the reeds of the marsh, my love?
Do you sing in the reeds of the marsh?
Do you sing of where young lovers meet
of passion spent in fields of wheat?
Do you still yet sing so honey sweet?
Do the devils sing with you?
I laugh with the devils
play with the devils
dance with the devils, love.
And sing with the devils
in the cover of night
with only the stars above.
Do you play in the trees of the marsh, my love?
Do you play in the trees of the marsh?
Do you play in their whispery soft embrace
as leafen hands caress your face?
Do you find your joy in such a place?
Haunt your demons.Chain them up, hunt them down.Haunt your demons.2 years ago in Personal More Like This
you're crumblingyou are a writer and you want to tell me a story but youyou're crumbling2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are the worst kind of writer because you're too busy
scribing as you go to feel your heels catch the air.
you are a tailor walking down the street
and unpicking seams just to prove you know how.
i thought you were writing a romance,
until i noticed that you were writing a tragedy.
or maybe just a horror.
i thought i was the vampire in your
universe, i thought you'd take your inky fingers
and put me down as interesting and sharp
carve me out of cobwebs and silently
fall in love with me
i thought you were writing about me. well,
it's too late now. i'm writing about me, and i'm writing
everything i can about me and about us. this is
my horror story, this is my doomed romance, and i
don't want to be the wispy starving thing i was around you,
i don't want to flex my fingers and know that
each join could crumble any second now. no, this is my story,
and i'll be my own monster.
i'm thinking harpy.
i'm thinking gorgon.
i'm thinking that
mothsthey tell me I'll never make a catchmoths2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
[a catch--whatever the hell
with the tongue I've got and its tendencies and
the tastes it's partial to
since when have they ever known a thing about me?
the drinking's just an excuse
it's always been
a way to let them down easy when they wonder about
the types of human moths my cigarette attracts
and I just don't have the heart to level with them
tell them that those human moths happen to be my preferred company
even with all their imperfections
and rough edges like knives gone too long without sharpening
not sterile scalpels sorted in wolfish order
for the display case.
and I've always had a sailor's lexicon
there are some kinds of beautiful that can only be expressed in expletives
because they go down like whiskey and light you up
from the inside out
and damned if you can keep a polite tongue in the middle of that kind of onslaught.
The witness treeIt is cold, the heartThe witness tree2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like I am, it sits
chill and sickly still,
and what if I'm really floating,
floating down the river.
All that was said
was kissed to the air, sweet
everywhere, the faceless there,
and what if I pale my way in the deep,
deep down on the riverbed.
The only witness
leans off the bank, all the time
in the world to think,
and what if the truth never blooms,
blooms and bulbs down the line.
It's not Rocket Science a poem for Jack ParsonsIt's not Rocket Science3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lucifer took a hit, landed
face-down & flat-broke
back in the 40s
out on the West Coast
eyes the colour of Swarfega
teeth rotting, shoes worn through,
and dying for another high
too early for acid he takes
the mescaline trail
down into the Mojave
where the rattlesnakes are
locked in their kundalini and the
stillness flickers like god
across a lizard's eye
Lucifer hitched a ride
over to Pasadena
to see Jack and the Rocket Boys
see what they can do
to put him back in heaven
too long in the desert
Jack's already on the last reel
My Story of FallingThey caught me off guard,My Story of Falling2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My façade was down,
There was nothing I could say,
That would change what they thought.
They knew now,
They knew how I felt,
It was plastered on my face,
Mixed with pure insanity.
It all happened so quickly,
They sent me away,
Hoping I might change,
But they knew,
They knew I wouldn't,
It was too late,
I had already lost it,
So I became one of them,
The people I once despised,
I joined them,
I watched as we drained the colour,
Turning everything to our perfection.
I saw more people changed,
Their eyes so dull,
So this is me now,
One of them.
This is my story,
This is how I fell.
My LoveI still see you in my reflectionsMy Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bones left from your love
The side hasn't been slept in
Your smile is gone
My heart's on a string
Please don't cut it
Sew me back together
The same pattern as before
Unique like a web
Be my spider that spun it
You left early one frosty day
At least I thought it was cold
When I woke up to the shadow of you
A note left on the dresser
"I'm sorry" simply written on it
"The Only Exception" still playing softly
You were like a butterfly
Unable to see your true beauty
No matter how many times I told you
You wouldn't believe me
I'm out of questions and in the need of answers
Then my eyes open to the beautiful sight of you next to me
It was only a dream
More like a nightmare to me
I hold you closer and close my eyes once again
Knowing my "nightmare" will not reappear
plutonian shoreI dreamed that I died and it felt like sleepingplutonian shore2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
without the dreams.
I dreamed that I died and all I could think of was
the people I left behind;
people I hate, people I love,
people I don't know or maybe I do,
people I don't particularly care about
like the way I don't particularly care
(hate, love, know)
I dreamed that I slept and it felt like dying
and it's all I can think of,
because it's a little confusing
Hold The NoiseHer words.Hold The Noise2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They grace pages,
From the tip of her tongue.
Just one more melody,
That goes unsung.
Yet pen strikes at paper,
Creating worlds and dreams.
Not knowing her own talent,
She takes them to extremes.
Unable to control her abilities,
She rhymes the world from reason.
Time holds its breath,
The stars fade out,
She pauses death.
And life stands still.
She writes it all,
While watching from a window sill.
In the worlds she made.
Away from the loud reverberations,
Of stress, life, and boys.
She finds she is finally able,
To Hold The Noise.
MonsterI've been trapped in silence for so longMonster2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Unable to explain all that is wrong
Trying so hard to escape the monster within
No matter what, it can't be forgiven
In the midst of it all, a riot breaks out
Peace seems impossible not to doubt
I'm at war with myself and I no longer know why
I don't even remember hearing a battle cry
Invisible creature with talons so sharp
Eyes glittering with hatred and that's only the start
I know I will be defeated
History will only continue to be repeated
I am blinded as the lightning flashes
Frozen, as the Devil dances in the ashes
The storm's cruel laugh cheers him on
Another chance that has come and gone
Lost to the horrid monster that lives in me
The evil creature that no one sees
It's in control of my every thought
Begging me to give up after each battle I've fought
I've worked so hard in hope to one day be free
But I can't be free until I kill the enemy inside of me
I Took To Howling With YouI was shy at first, timid in my dealings,I Took To Howling With You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I laced the trap against my throat,
sang sparing, tip-toed
around your poems.
The tone, the slow vibrating
from the shoots of my shoulders
to the gleam of polished talons,
it purred around inside me.
Oh the song, Coyote,
the same resigned call, it
paled before you, swallowed down its insides,
I took your little hand in my big hand,
flew out towards Crow, and for a while
My Love, there were poems
and the world was enough.
I took to howling with you,
down from the branches, safe
womb of the tree, I spread
dirt between my toes, sang happy,
sang the song of free,
your wild howl, your musk,
I lost the language for
the pain of bird calling.
Do you remember when we realized
Crow would no longer sing
her crooning songs beside us, trill
through a night among us?
She had gone, no longer writing
poems for coyotes or exlovers,
no longer touching out for a girl
beyond the mountain,
and we were suddenly alone, Love,
you and I, alone to sing, to warble,
Of BlissKissing daffodils sway,Of Bliss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
serenaded by the waver of
faces blushing bright
as the sunlight
woman as glassShe smiled cherry red, obscuredwoman as glass2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a snarl of cracking plastic,
that hailed perfection
in a wake of petroleum, still
tenacious reptilian hearts.
Counting bulges in her lips, stuffed
in the fashion of privilege
with false addiction.
Crumbling on her own, let loose by callous hands
who hadn't prepared
for the smell of self-destruction,
implosion of their careful
and meticulous knitting.
With those, scattering demeaning verbal
-now fermenting as flesh does within
a whisper's reach of you-
thrown casually over shoulder, spit back and
hanging from loose lips soured,
established her fading glory. Like a
flash of gunpowder in smoke and porcelain
bodies on the floor. She stood opaque and glittering,
eyes perfected to a clinically dull unaware and
the sewing they did to her cheeks and knees
raven ink veins who spawn night and irony-
My God, a hollow goddess.
They're all after her
Do they know she's not alive?
Do they know she walks on glass appendages
falling away.---falling away.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tonight you are building a man out
of blankets and pressing your face where
his neck would be. you close
your eyes and pretend your pulse
is his and bite your lip and try
so hard not to cry.
tonight you are looking for a man
who sees the shadows in the way
you hold your wrists. he could.
he could, so you know it's possible.
tonight you are not beautiful but you
are so broken.
tonight you slam your fists against the
wall and wonder what it is about you
that is so easy to walk away from.
what it is about you that is
so easy to leave behind.
tonight the man with a pillow face
is softer than the body you used to climb
but it's all you have.
you'll take it. it's better than being alone.
tonight you press yourself
closer to a memory until you can
feel it digging into your skin.
it hurts, you think,
but it's something real.
questioning peopleyour DNA remembersquestioning people2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
caves AND stars
we're space starved
we're heaven knows
raining glass.she scratched words into the palms of her hands.raining glass.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'hope, peace, love, happiness, smile.'
all these things, etched into her skin.
blood ran through her life lines until she wrote in her own.
yet every time she looked and caught herself red handed, she started to cry.
she was caught an inch above where she really wanted to carve.
she was caught in the arms of her lover whom she knew to not be capable of loving.
she was caught in the teeth of her fake smile that made her cheeks ache.
she was caught in a glass house with no stones to throw.
so why did it feel like it was always raining glass?
Two fragments1.Two fragments1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Does blood ever reach my neurons?
or is it all just purple flashes
and the fourth grade?
What I meant when I said,
"My flowers are all passed out
is that life is like language,
and everything I say
is drowned out
because my favorite place
is where the water
hits the rocks.
the sighing of the sea...and the sighing of the sea carries me away.the sighing of the sea...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drifting. I am drifting,
and there is only God in the deep.
Tidal waves.We are alone here in this valley near the seaTidal waves.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it is almost dark and almost quiet, but I
can hear someone crying just a few rooms away.
She is not so hawk-eyed, not so frighteningly
sharp and I am afraid to make her cry, so I lie,
I lie. She is a small bird with too-high heels
and a nervous laugh; her wings tucked loosely
beside her like the bags beneath her eyes. She
wears too much make-up, but sometimes that's okay.
She compares me to her children and tells me I'm
so bright, but I am greasy hair and yesterday's
makeup, ragged nails gripping the seams in her
worn couch. She is innocent and I am too high
to function, but not high enough to swim.
She thinks that she can save me, you know, so I
tell her of tsunamis, of rising tides, of the
dark flood that hides away until it can drown me
from inside. She says empty overused phrases like
the boy who says he loves me, but really only wants
something to say. It's okay, I'm not looking for an
answer anymore. "Sounds like you have some iss
The Rhythm of Your NameScribbling the first letter is so simple, myThe Rhythm of Your Name6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
pen seems to flow with the very rhythm of your heart,
every single stroke and curve beams back with beauty, just like your
neverending gaze of sky's gray storm that
casts shadows through my fragile frame. And
even now, as time smudges the previous joy, I continue to
revel in your every consonant and vowel.
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.
New York TimesPolished her nails red and ran away with a copy of the New York Times.New York Times5 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
She never was of that much use to me, but I believed her to be better than that, all the mystery, all the calamities that she would never speak of made me believe that she would do more than simply walk out of my life.
She left the netting of her wedding gown over the shower curtain rod, the rest of the dress was gone. That was the only dress that she had kept during the year, every week she would buy a new one, and once bought she would throw her old ones into the alley on the side of our apartment. She never stayed there long, but she would look out of our kitchen window, in to the bin where she had placed it, and just stare at it quietly. I don't know if she was regretting giving it to the dogs or if she simply thought it looked beautiful.
I will never know now. I didn't want to find out before but now it haunts me, because she left the veil, but not the dress. And I will never know why.
She took nothing with her
holding.you are lovely. even when you're notholding.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
which is most of the time.
you don't speak often.
and yet, i hold on like a
suicide jumper hanging on for a saviour
for a sign that maybe things don't have to end like this.
give me a reason not to jump.
you speak softly, rarely
and i swear, i still wear yellow to catch your attention,
i still put a traffic cone on my head
in hopes that you'll divert, stop, take notice of the road.
please don't swerve me aside.
if you could open me up like you open their legs
if you could open your eyes to me
i promise, i could be more.
i could be more than this girl who is standing in front of you
pretending that she wants nothing more than to be your friend
pretending that she wants nothing more than to laugh with you
when really, all she wants is to make you smile.
all i want is to make you smile
and when we are listening to the beatles and smoking ourselves into other worlds, i am holding my tongue, holding my breath,