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
an intrinsic demisehave you ever felt me chokean intrinsic demise2 years 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
- i remember going to the strand pale months ago-2 years 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,
ariesshe is reckless, oh she's a live wirearies2 years 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.
linesyou breathe in, and I breathe out, because that's how it works.lines2 years 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
IV.sit yourself down, love.IV.2 years 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.
paintingi remember you painting as a childpainting2 years 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
Nostalgiashe fell in love with the sound ofNostalgia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dying storms, and lost herself in
the blind spots accompanying her
every furtive glance
her downturned spine labeled her:
and her relentless divulging to
overcast skies defined her as
needy; but still she offered the
seeds of her pomegranate heart
to anyone willing to settle down
inside the breeze
and she was abandoned, long ago,
(once upon a time, no one cried)
by wolves with insipid fangs
and human eyes (her glittery irises
never quite belonged)
they discarded her when she asked if
self-delusions were a state of mind
she is poorly veiled, so see-through under
our cracked gaze; you can watch her
heart beat and her thoughts spin
(and you can watch her when she
invites death in)
she's a glass asylum, they breathe
in dampened sighs-
and when she shatters to a thousand
pieces, she only smiles
because love would do the same
The Art of Detachmentdehumanized:The Art of Detachment2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a stirring in the breath
of an unswept sky, an itch
in the throat, a tear in
the lining of the sleeve you
keep fingering- like reminiscence
will repair loose strands
(I woke up this morning
in a new carcass, trapped,
by fleshed out flaws and
dismal dreams and the
hush hush thrum ,steady,
[pulsations are riddled with
intent] of my veins)
I am the dents in the floorboard
where boxes of I-can-never-forgets
lay, I am the aching cold of walls
untouched, I am the callouses
of your fingers forgetting
how to work.
(my voice will melt the icecaps,
it will draw all salt from
the ocean and carve a careful
coffin of carnal desires)
I am a cry cut short
in the home of the deaf-
I am skin, I am loose
sinew and sincerities mistakenly
stitched to the bones of a crow
and when the night clears I am
nothing but doll eyelashes and
spider legs, [at the end of the day
the two are indistinguishable]
I am nothing
i've gotten a military letteri've gotten a military letter.i've gotten a military letter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we're not together anymore
but the way my stomach
undulates its tides
tells me i'm worrying as much
as your mother.
in a month,
you aren't home but you can
i am trembling like autumn's last leaf
while caught in the interim.
i have two hearts in my hands,
frozen as your late january ponds
in fear of holding too close.
i tell boys at parties
that i'm very good
at not breaking things-
i will hold onto drunken cups,
vodka and glass,
but i drop hearts-
yours, his, my own-
like water in fingers.
seeing you again
will stir up oceans,
send floods over the levees
i will weather the storm
unfurl my legs
and finally know
where i stand.
Romance in MetaphorAs we sat in silence, child small,Romance in Metaphor2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we made shadow puppets on the wall;
and with our right hands, fingers arched,
good lord! We made a heart.
But as soon as our fingers touched,
as though preconceived, all at once,
our hands gave a jerking start;
and we each tore it half apart.
So many times it's come undone
and I've fought for love and hardly won,
but it's never, ever been much fun,
at least not half as much as breaking fingers
on a wall,
sitting in a silent hallway,
...perhaps i'm just imagining things.sit with me, crosslegged and toe-to-toe...perhaps i'm just imagining things.1 year 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.
ThawPart of me evaporatedThaw2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in big sky country.
Scattered in all directions,
easily startled by the naked wild.
Blue mountains sprung from rolling hills,
too far away to save it
from becoming the rain.
Past the peaks, past the desert,
sailing the vortex of trees
in which my own heartland
could so easily drown,
the bedrock smashed our bow.
We became as deadwood
on the Beaver State rapids.
You built the strangest vessels
from my creaking words, and
I tried so hard to steer them
towards the sand.
But I am no captain.
What I took for conversation
was nothing but splinters
riding glacier-back, returning
to the valley of death and rebirth.
What I took for love was real,
but nothing real ever lives
past the melting point.
Sestina for VirgoOur dearest queen alights there, proud Virgo.Sestina for Virgo2 years 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!
a jar of not-quite-nothingA jar to catch fireflies.a jar of not-quite-nothing1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A simple enough concept:
wait for the twilight hours
stay alert for twinkling yellow
then, give chase.
The problem was my aim
(or rather, my lack thereof.
Plus, I didn't really like bugs
I never caught any. And yet,
the jar overflows with
childish peals of laughter
summer air, ever-blowing
wisps of evening cloud
and the light from the stars.
If I look at that jar from
just the right angle,
I can still see it alight with angel glow:
the bright, twinkling
of firefly light.
Letting Go of the LetterA pencil can t w i r l as fast as your eye can w a t c h it.Letting Go of the Letter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As l o n g as you k ee p it in control you have no fear.
I watch mine r o l l past my cold fi ng er s.
T w i r l
the b r i c k walls of my mind it
f o t .
l a s
Alice in her rabbit hole never got t h a t f a r.
Neither will what I try to write for you
but if I try
if I try
and fail like I always do
will you still read it?
I'll get n o w h e r e without my b r e a t h .
But I will get f a r t h e r if I try to i n h a l e.
My pencil knows how to stop.
Now there, don’t b r e a k it.
It is shaking way too hard, I’ll s m u d g e the w h o l e paper if I do this.
C a l m
f e e l
your b r e a t h,
Passivitymy teeth are numb from tryingPassivity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to find words to describe you
our breath is smoke &
our hands are death.
1/2 a pack a day,
we're catching up to our grandparents--
but we have our own wars &
we discuss them casually over---
steam from our bodies, our pores--
the heat transfer it takes to
combine two beings.
A Fusion. the clumsy chemistry
of the young & feverish.
2013 coming to an endEDIT: Annnnd... I'm experiencing login issues again. Looks like it isn't so easy to solve this time. I guess you have to do it without me for now T__T2013 coming to an end1 year ago in Personal More Like This
Another year that went by so terribly fast. And as much as I am against posting journals that are too personal (especially on the internet, since you never know who is gonna read them), these end-of-year overviews kinda became a tradition. The 2011 and 2012 versions were great to look back at. Even now. So I can see what kind of shit occupied my mind back then. And even now some events of the past still manage to inspire me to a certain level.
So here we go!
Job changing, again. Not that I
apathy of oleanderi.apathy of oleander2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are so beautiful
crowned with nightshade
you are a toxin
to truly nervous systems,
and a drug glorified.
sweetest parasite, loveless oleander,
I love I am sorry
the way for
you steal. my idolization
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seekerI wander much through such old country,seeker2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a ghost who's thinking of other ghosts,
missing them and their effects,
an exile from the present, and from past.
Cogito ergo sumShe sits at the typewriter, speaking her story as she types - her voice echoing in the room, caresses the walls. Legs crossed and still, her fingers tap a tango of a tale, clack like mysterious heels down a hallway. She is enrapturing and I wish to say mine but I am hers. She toys incessantly with my head, with my hair, with my coat collar, snaking her ink-stained fingers down over my heart.Cogito ergo sum2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Shall I break it tonight, sweet?"
An interruption in her story - my story. Sometimes she talks to me as if I were in the room.
I am in the room if she places me there, if she tugs the strings above my knees to sit me down in the empty sofa chair.
She tilts her head and clicks her tongue.
"You're too nice." Speaking to herself now, her eyes wander over the pages splayed along the floor in seeming chaos.
"Should have killed him when he was most deserving of it." I am rarely a wicked man, darling; besides, you guide my hand with your twisted and ever clever mind.
Black-Hearted BitchA few years back everyone knew her as the sweet, quiet girl in the back of their English classroom. She had a bright, sunny personality and intent eyes that shone like the sun. Some would talk to her purely for her happiness, as they craved the ability to be so radiant all the time. Others would go to her with their problems, seeking unbiased advice from that quiet girl whom they could trust. This girl was the one who could light up a dark room with her laugh or a smile. She was funny and kind, completely selfless when it came to others.Black-Hearted Bitch2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When her first relationship came around, they were perfect together. What they had was the kind of mutual happiness with each other that most people know as love. He was her first kiss, as well as the first person she ever considered a life with in the future. All of her friends thought of her as sweet, intelligent, and strong. They didn't know just how wrong they were.
You see, they didn't understand her inner battle she was fighting. It wasn't selfle