gunfire echoes.it permeates the very land we stand on.
the rat-at-tat-tat of machine guns
the slick click and tick
of the lock in time with the clock
tick tock bang.
how to justify war?
why take lives for lives for lives for lives for lives
'such a waste' to see
men lying gutted in the fields drowning in blood and bile
missing eyes arms ears legs tongues
bodies used for camouflage
rancid corpses become a safe new skin
gas froths the mouth rolls the eyes corrupts the lungs
blue blooded generals cheer a
- i remember going to the strand pale months ago-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the moon milked mornings of early summer,
salty ocean smell and the taste of exertion dread.
rising sun at 6 a.m. reflected the sea into
cream swans of clouds that were all aflutter
circling the gulls as they tracked our catch.
you with red lips too vibrant for such a skinny face,
lips like fish blood and soggy tulips,
too red for a boy like you, seventeen
me too tall, shoulders too skinny to be thirty five, how they
questioned paternity. i always laughed.
we weren’t used to the sun
white skin and sharp hips; neither of us were seafaring men.
we burned bright bloody sunsets that matched my eyes.
far away a fisherman wrung a fish onto the deck
silver scales fell back into the sea,
dimes in a fountain scattered by a fool like me,
with money to spare, and lips want to be sealed.
brothers fight make up hate love;
“too much of a good thing,
linesyou breathe in, and I breathe out, because that's how it works.lines10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you always told me, don't worry my dear,
because you just need to whisper back to me
all the things ive whispered to you.
on seaward nights, where the salt sticks to your skin and makes it white
and rough, like a decayed ghost without a sound to sell -
and maybe then, I can murmur those things you've taught me so well,
when you bite my hips
and leave marks for years to come,
and teach my bird hollow bones to fall
(but only to fall.)
there are weapons in your words.
and there are daggers in men's smiles;
but sometimes you’ve got to be cut to a million pieces -
those shiny metal teeth, the glint in your mouth
hover over the gloss of your tongue and vermilion lips
a gash in your face, deadly sweet like snow white's apple -
before you can recognise which smiles are daggers,
and which smiles are gold and silver and love.
you kiss my lids
and slit open my eyes
to let my soul breathe sometimes.
sew up my mouth so I don
an intrinsic demisehave you ever felt me chokean intrinsic demise10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the moon slipped night when i
can't seem to catch my breath
wheezing and, perhaps maybe;
paper lace ribs that expand, contract
(i'm always okay but you're always afraid)
and contracts written in direst secrecy
between me, you, and a thing we like to
have you ever seen a person drown
paper lace lungs contract, contract
written in salted oceans as i
watch the last bit of oxygen leave
(they can't seem to catch their breath)
caught in deathly silence secrecy
death visits them and maybe death will
have you ever felt a person burn
felt the fires of heretic sarcophagi
skin lit up, sardonyx like and i
can't seem to catch my breath; the fire,
it's licking up and beautiful, written in direst
terror, paper lace skin that flickers
into nothingness, a scream let
have you ever been buried alive
under the weight of wordy earth
immobilized, can't seem to catch breath and
they wrote a special kind of secret for you,
your paper lace skull cracks under expand, expand
IV.sit yourself down, love.IV.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you’re teetering on the edge
of a cliff,
with grass brushing your thighs
and your feet halfway to the ocean;
clutching wilting flowers and
surgically removing each individual petal,
with tweezers made from anxiety
“they love me
don’t fall now, love,
sit yourself down
admire the view; death is a museum
don’t touch. you don’t want to experience it.
I will always love you
no matter what the daisies say.
ariesshe is reckless, oh she's a live wirearies11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
she's killing herself, oh she knows
Aries burns in her own fire.
stupid child, she can't control desire.
she cannot stop her highs and lows.
she is reckless, oh, she's a live wire.
she hurts herself to scramble higher
her love and hate and passion grows
Aries burns in her own fire.
she's always been a baby, a crier.
she abuses herself, oh it shows
she is reckless oh she's a live wire.
all around her can't help but admire
just how well she fits in with crows
Aries burns in her own fire.
it's time for the ram to expire
for this is the only path she chose
she is reckless, oh! she's a live wire
Aries burns in her own fire.
paintingi remember you painting as a childpainting1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
brush too thick with colored paints
harsh lines that rose and wafted imagination
it seems like days ago i watched you paint me
with cold caffeine, using your fingers
sculpting coffee ring eyes that flowed into carved nose and mouth
pale like corpse flesh, yet rosy accents to cheeks
you painted on me next
i your canvas
muscles tired and aching, alabaster and snowflakes
you gave me orange wings
broken clocks, shoulderblades rising in time with hands,
red crows flew from spine to chest and landed right on my half empty heart
paint smeared with sweat you kept painting
my face into a skull and cuts across my throat
broken records that hold your voice
my name and repetition
trembling knuckles interlocked with mine
you sleep and dream of my orange wings
--When I was presented with you, wrapped up and swaddled in layers as you were, I was not sure what to do with you.--11 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I have never been as unconfident as I was in that moment, confusion overwhelming my senses as I thought, wow, I have no idea what to do.
Presented with you, I was stunned into an incomprehensible state. The possibilities I was presented with completely took over my entire being and I paused, froze up, because I hadn't been placed in a position I had no control over in a long time. Since then I had grown up a lot in a few short years and I had grown to be confident, but not with people, and not with people like you.
People like you that give me this feeling, a feeling of a nervous stomach full of razor winged moths. Razors because they cut into me, leaving lasting silver scars that remind me every day of what it feels like. Not butterflies because they do not have that same ethereal quality I see in moths, how they drug themselves on light. Butterflies are not drawn to the l
II.acid throats & broken notes,II.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
ribs pulling skin taut now and
you can’t even see the pale
of the insides of my arms;
just breathe; they say.
let the stars flow in & the smog flow out.
waxing poetic about shit they don’t understand,
write it out & let your feelings flow
[they say] maybe you need medicine,
but you’re not quite fucked up enough,
let poetry be your emotional outlet,
anything can be a poem
if you just
Sestina for VirgoOur dearest queen alights there, proud Virgo.Sestina for Virgo1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Smiling upon us, our sweet mother
Protects us from the world of shedded blood
She looks with sad eyes to the sparkling stars,
Glittering fortune-tellers that court the moon
She cries them tears of broken emerald.
Outside her men battle with bodies of brittle emerald
That crack and crumble despite our revered Virgo.
They kill by the sun and cry by the moon.
Men call out for the embrace of their jaded mother
In desperate hope they join their hands and pray to the stars
For the next day will surely reveal their blood.
Sweet flowers will grow from soldier's spilled blood
With lilac petals that sprout from emerald
Stalks. They reach in earnest to the spiteful stars
To beg for answers for our cherished mother.
The stars in turn jeer our precious Virgo
Who sits and shrieks by a bone-marrow moon.
Space leaks her blank tears on the moon
Who fortells of our kind queen's curse of blood
That stains hands. People in the streets cry "Mother!
unlessWhen it's all overunless1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When your fate is set
Will you remember looking
Over barren land with regret
Will you remember my words
Bleeding other people's blood
Will you remember one word
When you're hated and hiding
Renounced by those
Who brought you to power
Will you perchance disclose
Now the ground is dead
And the sky is black.
The curious visit you
And never come back.
Will you remember the sun
When you're stained in their blood?
Will you remember one word
summersometimes i used to think of what it would be likesummer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to be held by you
the day was getting tired and i was too
my fingers were stiff and turning purple
yours were warm and pink and i thought
itd be nice to warm up
with our hands intertwined
passive romantic gestures
wherein petty jealousy doesn't interfere
we could link together
i remember lying in quiet cold with you
how soft you were
how we all breathed together
it was soothing and perfect
i think i could've done more
made something but then
couldn't we all
make something out of assumed nothing
be creators of love
III.i see angels in the angels of your bones.III.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
so porous and stuck with secrets
that you have locked up in your chest,
tight and secure. no key for the outsiders.
let their wings fly, sweetheart,
let their feathers dry out,
and fan to the sunlight.
let their halos shine and glimmer
and let the rivers of truth
melt away your prison bones.
...perhaps i'm just imagining things.sit with me, crosslegged and toe-to-toe...perhaps i'm just imagining things.3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
while the sun sleeps deep below the mountains,
sit with me among my mahogany four-posts
draped in nets and fairy lights that cast
pink and green and orange
over our tired eyes and tied-up tongues.
let the glow of your cigarette reflect in my irises,
let the netting protect & shield us
from anything and everything out there.
hold my hand when I get scared,
over thunder crashes and lightning flickers
and can you feel my blood
pulsing through my skin and into yours?
can you feel the gentle dips of the quilt
dotted with free-flying swallows in a myriad of pastel tones
as they rub against your shifting thighs?
my paper lips that split and bleed for you.
my cardboard vocal cords that rasp out love for you,
my eyes that lost their twinkle to put the stars in the sky for you?
my nervous palms with deep love lines and a desperation to be held.
your gentle inhalations curl love around your throat
and lungs, and my exhalations help to keep me sane.
for leon... 1for leon... 13 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Courier was only about four hours from Nipton now, but the sky was beginning to turn from blue to a rose pink, and she knew she wouldn't make it before nightfall. Setting out a roll of cloth beside an old campfire, she watched the sunset absentmindedly, gathering the few things she'd learned about herself in the past few days. After waking up in Goodsprings she barely even remembered her own name, let alone her entire life.
The sunset cast a soft orange glow over the distant horizon, and though it stung to look so long at the sun, she continued to watch its slow descent. Behind her the skyline of New Vegas was beginning to turn on its lights, their soft twinkling not enough to yet drown out the sun's light. Recalling on the last couple of days' exploring, the Courier wrapped a blanket around her, focusing on the soft silhouette of Nipton to her right. Smiling softly, she thought of tomorrow and how Nipton would bring her one step closer to checkered suit. Lighting the campfire and
metalsweet melody, unconditional autonomy;metal9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
break my bones and cast them in gold.
pour oil in my veins. make it bleed.
i don’t need a heart.
i don’t need feelings.
i don’t need skin and muscle.
fire me, pull me, bend me to perfection,
vicious raw power. mould my vision
i am something more than human.
tendons of electricity ripple, flex
breathe in no air, no sound
aside from a background buzz -
i am the best of all, the best of
my kind, your kind, every kind
i will not be kind.
whisperingmy mind is like a broken recordwhispering10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
stuck on repeat, repeat, repeat
im so beautifully, wondrously addicted
to whatever you can bring me
scraps of breath and wrought iron skeleton
so fragile, yet so easy to need to destroy
bring it up again, bring me back
let me breathe let me see
a solemn thing, nervousness seeping
will you bring me back, back, back
or have I done it this time
a conversationshe once told me, over a train table with some murky coffee, that she was unsure of herself. and I clenched my fingers in internal agony until there were crescent welts on my palms, little moons that shone of hope as my guiding light. there were teardrops clinging to her lashes, little melted icicles, and I held her hand and told her that I would capture the moon to see her smile.a conversation10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she looked at me with uncertainty and whispered back, how could you possibly do that? the moon is so far away from us. it hangs there in the sky, in constant orbit, never getting close enough to hold or to touch.
and I smiled at her and used her fingers to trace over those crescents on my palms, and she watched as each individual one was lifted from its dark pink pain back into the normality of skin, and when she looked up again I could see them in her eyes, the little moons that had settled there, and the constellations of her tear-dew lashes –
I was swept up in her, and all that she was, I felt like s
rosesyour hips with angles sharp as thornsroses1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to fit you. eyes that never sleep
gray circles i would paint out with
a trembling hand, a whispered chiding, softly
biding my time, sweetened cries, that rise
into the air and melt the stars
beat them at their own illustrious game
hushing, corrosive fingers that bite my flesh
sear your sight deep into my mind
hot and wanton, pale lips parted, panting
smells of roses on your skin, sweet
charcoal smudge bruises that contrast frosted faces
my heart races, your mouth slips up
into a smile, my dear rosebud child.