Empty Parks: Slept on SundayEmpty Parks: Slept on Sunday10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Do you even remember the first time we kissed?
My garage was just another room and we couldn't get in the house. I’d left my keys. Silly, I did that often in the beginning.
My black dress was plain and my heels had been kicked off carelessly onto the floor. Your suit was black, offset only by a red tie and you’d placed your hat on my loose waves. You thought I looked better in it.
I sat on the sofa with your head in my lap and I thought for what must have been the hundredth time that I would’ve killed for eyes like yours. You didn't even appreciate them. I did a lot of thinking; too much, probably. I’m not sure what it
november 2ndsquatting.november 2nd12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when all the formalities have
finally been packed away
in a box marked p.c.,
when they've been stored
in the attic until some later
season when couth is again
in fashion, we'll use the proper word:
squatting. or perhaps, renting.
sure, there are those who still like
to costume their actions in words
like "dating" or even "talking,"
but it is now much too cold
for such flimsy decorative terms.
bring on the wool sweaters,
the stocking caps, the sweatpants:
the truth is an extra-large sweater
that you think you'll never grow into.
it takes courage to try it on, because
you do look foolish at first, with its arms
extending far beyond yours, and its neck
orbiting yours at a very cautious distance.
but if you keep wearing it, you'll find yourself
saying things like "i miss you," and you'll
feel yourself growing, feel your shoulders
wearing the sweater on this early morning
in november, i found myself writing this:
i never thought i was doing such a
To Go FarTo Go Far9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Woman, you said you wouldn't
leave the world behind. All the pieces,
you had all the pieces in a line and you were measuring
and drawing routes, bus trips back to where
you think things start. This suitcase
on the stoop, then, mustn't be yours.
Woman, you said you'd got a ticket out
and a ticket out for me, that we'd both be
over the moon by now. But you live limpid
in the city lights and I live the same nights
and between us, we can't weave enough of a day.
There is no fading, love, and no saving.
This white-on-white hospital light
you've brought outside with you
is all of your strength. You show up against
grey skies, you ghost in lamplight,
you love your children unborn. They are
dreams, as you're a dream, as is the hand
warming your palm. There is no hand, woman,
warming your palm, you've left it behind, named
for a dream dissolve. So no one is saviour, or victor, or love.
There is just us alone. Why remove us
from the road? Why remove us to jasmine
and this melancholy star? Woman,
Shattered HeartMy heart is broken and torn,Shattered Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart cannot beat,
For it is no more,
But tiny pieces that lay all around,
Easily swept up and thrown away,
For this shattered heart shall stay broken and forgotten,
Ironic is it not,
How easy one’s heart can shatter,
Even silence itself can make one’s heart shatter,
So my heart shall stay shattered,
Never to be put back together,
For nothing can fix my shattered heart.
The DrowningTo the lake of dead serenity, so harsh, wintry, and pale, my sinking ship grudgingly dances without a single, tarnished sail.The Drowning2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For I am utmost weary and always searching a way to my coming demise; never displayed in the public's horrid view, I truly loathe their lively cries.
I swim to the bottom, around the dead bodies, never glancing up to eye the land again; the water calls to me, whispering my existence, it's now the clock to determine the pain.
A tombstone and shackles sleep endlessly down, to them I see the way, I stand in Death's hands, so brittle yet immense; my drowning is initiated today.
The shackles clench tightly to my sickly ankles, the tombstone etches the placement and roll; assuring not a breath is drawn from my body, I clench the organs from my very soul.
The final glimpse of dark moonlight shatters, darkness gives way to my closing eyes; a bubble implodes on the rotting surface, Death's toll had been paid without the lies.
December 25thDecember 25th and I've had 365 days to forgetDecember 25th5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your aunt's incredible roast turkey and braiding tinsel
through your sister's hair and interpretive dancing
to cheesy carols with your drunken Uncle Mark.
Firelight flickered across the curve
of your lips, the shadow of your jaw
and boy, you were beautiful,
all smoke and cinnamon.
December 25th and I'm ignoring the urge
to mess up your sleet slickened hair
and the fact that your card now says "from"
instead of "love".
I almost don't notice the way your eyelashes
glitter with snowflakes
and the fact that you look adorable
while you laughingly attempt to make a snow angel.
December 25th and I'm going to cheer
along with the rest of them
when you kiss her under the mistletoe
and then I'll gush about how sweet her embarrassed blushes are.
The pudding is brim filled with wishes
and maybe this year they'll come true better
than the last, because it seems "forever"
was too much to ask for.
My ConfessionIt has been a very long time,My Confession2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Since I fell in love with you,
I do not remember when,
But I guess it didn't matter,
You are my world,
I think about you often,
So much that the very thought,
Makes me shake with anticipation,
Of meeting you,
I tried giving up,
To move on,
But I can not get you out,
Of my head,
So I sit here in wonderment,
Listening to the pounding of my heart,
I know there's a chance,
But it is better,
Knowing your true feelings,
Then letting my mind wander with fantasies,
So please meet me at the meeting place,
So I can say these precious words to you,
"I Love You!"
Teach Me How to Love YouI'm tired of all thisTeach Me How to Love You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Girl could you teach me
How to love you
I want to do it forever
I'm tired of living this depressing life
So tired of it
So I'm asking you today
Could you throw love my way?
I promise you I'll be a loyal student
I'll only accept it if your the only one teaching
If its another then it wouldn't matter
For I want you to teach me
how to love you
Your Little DollControl my every moveYour Little Doll3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my rise and my fall
everything at your command
like I was your little doll.
I have no choice
what else was I to do?
you say that you love me
so I'll believe that it's true.
Who knows what real love is?
maybe this is wrong
can't even control my own breath anymore
can only sing your song.
You tell me I must follow
what would happen if I don't?
"that's not an option" you say
with your hand around my throat.
I must get out of this god forsaken place
how did this go so far?
we were in love, we had it all
now there's shackles around my heart.
I'll run as fast as I can
finally out of your arms
bruised mind, scarred heart
but away from further harm.
Use to control my every move
my rise and my fall
no longer at your command
never again your little doll..
It only hurts when you land.The hardest part was when you walked away.It only hurts when you land.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted you to stay, wanted you to beg
but I never pegged you for one to get down on your knees.
And I was right
about so many parts, but the cracks in the heart –
they get no comfort in “I told you so.”
It was both of us, in the end, or maybe just Us
the capitalization a death sentence
because we were better off friends.
We were better off secret
better off as nothing
because something brought us down when we tried to be real.
Or maybe what we had before –
secret nights wandering the streets
headlights and stars –
maybe that was real
and maybe what we felt –
what we still feel –
maybe that was real too.
But we broke when we changed
the thing that was good
and I would take it back
if I could find a way
but for today, and tomorrow,
until we can find a road back
But maybe by chance, or luck,
or maybe if we try
we can find our yesterday.
Out of everything I could say