Myself as Alice [Poem about a Dream]I dreamt I was Alice, white and pure,
And I was trapped in a Wonderland of ideas and thoughts so obscure.
I had a lover whom I'd never met but was soon stolen due to my naiveity,
As I mourned this loss, the earth slowly began to feed off my insecurities.
It's populace was plagued for centuries with tricks and treachery.
They all tried vainly to reshape me, mold me into their Evil Queen.
Amongst the chaos and cruelty, I lost sight of what was real.
Worst of all, I realized, I'd grown too numb to feel.
I managed to escape with nothing but a gown of shame left to wear,
And scars containing stories of hatred and spite I am forever damned to bear.
Now, I'll aimlessly wander these empty, majestic fields all alone;
Calling out desperately as I search for a lover I've never known.
For, with myself as Alice, I've never seen a future so sad.
But as a nightmare, it wasn't half bad.
Empty Parks: Slept on SundayEmpty Parks: Slept on Sunday6 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 Far8 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.
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!"
December 25thDecember 25th and I've had 365 days to forgetDecember 25th4 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.
Your Little DollControl my every moveYour Little Doll2 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
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
I Will...I’ll smile for you, because I promised you would never know my pain.I Will...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’ll smile for you, even though my heart slows, deep within my frame.
I’ll smile for you, despite the fact that my breath is growing weak and slow.
I’ll smile for you…because if I didn’t…then the truth would show.
I promised that I would smile for you, until the end of days.
I promised I’d never let you hurt, in spite of the price I have paid.
I promised that, no matter what, my strength would never fade.
I promised, even though deep inside, I knew I couldn’t stay.
I’ll remember you forever, no matter what comes my way
I’ll remember you, deep within my heart, no matter what they say
I’ll remember you, and I’ll watch over you, from the stars high up in the sky.
I’ll remember you, even if you forget…for my spirit will never die.
88. PossessionHark! The sparrows-88. Possession2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Raven call, If I
Had only believed in-
Both sides of the war had
O’ bitter sweet wine,
Call to ye, only –
Shame! Cold hearted-
Dark. I’m all alone, only me
Damned world! Just-
Ack! If I were to
Die here, the world will
Why forsaken me-
Left alone, left by
Shamed! Alone they
F-Falling... Why must this
Faire foutre! I-
Alone! Why must this-
Hands, they cover
Love is but an emotionLove is but an emotionLove is but an emotion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We strive to achieve one day
Some people experience it
Others cannot open their hearts to it
When I gaze into your brown eyes
All emotions except for love
Leave my tormented soul
Never knowing it until now
You saved me and for that
Gratitude is the emotion I feel
Gazing upon your beautiful face
Body and eyes
Overjoyed is the emotion I sense
Your beauty is unrivaled
Your lips so kissable
Humor, intelligence and wit
These are things I look for
You possess all three
Love is the emotion
People strive for
Others cannot open their hearts to it
Looking at you I am filled with love
All my anger and sadness dissipate
Will you be my life mate?
SinkingA scandalSinking2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sinking in a stack of newspapers
Black and nondescript
Sitting on a shelf
Abandoned and uninteresting
In the eye of the public
By all but those who love him
Through dark waters of oblivion
Wary of making waves
Out of sight
An accomplished purpose
The perfect means
Waits in the path of fate
Buried deep in memories
Walking BluesGive me your hand, babe, let's go walking today.Walking Blues2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We will walk until we're seven hundred miles away.
We will walk in the park and hear the mockingbird's song.
Every note they sing is right, they never get one wrong.
We will walk by the ocean, and hear those whales singing too.
They have a song sweet as honey, if honey were blue.
We will walk through the orchard where the jujubes grow.
We will pick and eat the ones that are hanging down low.
And we will tiptoe around any trouble we find.
You know, even Superman takes a day off sometimes.
We will walk in our sandals, we won't need boots or shoes.
If we want to go barefoot, we will do that too.
We have no reason to hurry, no reason to rush.
The whole world is out there waiting for us.
Wear your sunglasses, babe, the sun is bright as can be.
I will still know it's you and you'll still know it's me.
Here in the city tonight is a masquerade ball.
Seven thousand people coming - they won't miss us