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-3 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,
an intrinsic demisehave you ever felt me chokean intrinsic demise3 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
ariesshe is reckless, oh she's a live wirearies3 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.lines3 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.3 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.
NaPoWriMo: Day 10 Have you ever been so cold, Sweetheart,NaPoWriMo: Day 103 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your knees q u a k e d like that Jenga piece
that buckled just before your whole foundation
& no matter
how many times
I've restarted your heart,
one would think
I'd grow tired,
I'm still writing you in poetry
(in the most inappropriate of places.)
You forced yourself beneath my blades
& my fingertips,
Licking unstable knees,
you were death on my tongue:
angry apricot eyes, unforgivable sin
scaring my limbs &
haunting my dreams.
& I'd still try to save your fucking life.
NaPoWriMo: Day 8I was toldNaPoWriMo: Day 83 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to slice through the thickest
of scar tissue this evening.
Let all my inner demons
fall to the floor
& write them out
in my own black blood.
It’s not red anymore,
even though needles
& the bruises
laid out like war-lands
on my arms
I don’t think it ever was,
My mind is a mess
of free versed insecurities,
cat’s eye marbles,
& untamed forest fires-
I still don’t have the nerve
to slice open my skin
& bleed for her.
NaPoWriMo: Day 2sometimes,NaPoWriMo: Day 23 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have this
sudden urge to cut
most of the time,
i just wish I were anything
other than me.
a rocket ship, a bird-
the sweet flavored smoke
I promised my girlfriend
these briar patch lungs
would not in.hale.
i have fallen in love
with the strangest of things-
eyes that intimidate
the way my scars
play hide and seek
with her hands. -
the love letters
that start and end
pressed against limbs.
i make promises
i know i can not keep.
but if i were a liar
i would say i was tired
of writing to the stars.
August Lover,I want to wrap myself in your air,August Lover,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hold your secrets between my
ribcage-embrace & just
NaPoWriMo: Day 4I might have a scrappers knees,NaPoWriMo: Day 43 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wildflowers growing on my knuckles,
& I might remind you of every nasty thing
you ever did,
but I don’t see you in my mirror.
I just have the right
to hate my own face.
I think this hitchhiker’s heart
is breaking &
I don’t have the medical skill-
or the time
to suture the pieces
back together again.
No wander about it, just lust.You were a mid-morning train wreck,No wander about it, just lust.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the embodiment of poetry.
& my clavicles whispered too many nothings
about your summer storm hands,
folding like paper cranes
to make wishes upon themselves.
wishes are for the weak-
do something about this quaking heart
& freezing fingers.
I think I found God then,
Lonely Gods"I wish my body to be a staircaseLonely Gods3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to heaven." She said, "A conduit
of lonely Gods."Swaying
pendulum hips, she, she
was made of stardust.- Scars sleeping
above a city of sweet bones, stirring
like sun-stricken scorpions during
hollow painkiller nights,
mistaking her redred burns
for Apollos kisses.
"Sadly, this body has whispered away
the last of my secrets."
'X' Marks The SpotI am a pirate,'X' Marks The Spot3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a ghost among the sunken ship
of your treasure trove heart.
Like the last bit of rum in the jug,
I enjoy the way 'fuck' rolls off your tongue,
as if you invented its meaning.
I try to articulate that one syllable,
match your way of speech-
You've never needed to dress your words-
dip them in ink or paint them in poetry
upon the exotic map of my sun-kissed curves.
I have drowned so many times
in the green sea of your eyes
that I am coughing up seaweed
& weak bones.
You tell me not to speak-
that such words sound dirty on my tongue
that my spine is made for beauty
and not for a bounty.
But you, you are a plague
light-years at sea
and I am finding the ocean
& salty siren lips.
You do not whore around,You spend your nightsYou do not whore around,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for Apollo’s robes.
You’re as hot
as New Orleans
in mid-July, and
as her gumbo.
But, he is light-years
away and your fingers
ache with tired
a disaster in
Even if it fucking hurts,
you can still taste
his heat on your tongue.
Gods be damned,
you’re a butterfly-
( even if mounted
to a bed. )
you will find yourself
and fly away.
NaPoWriMo: Day 9More respectNaPoWriMo: Day 93 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for hungry lions,
doesn’t want to write this poem.
As she forgets how to use words
(on most days,)
relying on curses
like casting some witch's spell-
with only ten dollars to her name.
The oldest daughter:
she’s still somewhere in the middle,
because they had no other way
to categorize her.
Getting her first gravestone at three-
not to the gods,
but to the lily stargazers
in her palms.
she would become a bird,
& never come back.
She doesn’t want her death
laid out like a fast-food
how does she begin to explain
cultivating in her breastbone?
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palmsThe rule of nines.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
than most know about
the kind that beg dandelion child,
I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes.
Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend
turned bogieman -
Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts
like they are nothing but pretty paper
to be folded over, again & again & again
by the hands of quivering youths:
Icarus, the reincarnated
sky conqueror searching for warmth.
paintingi remember you painting as a childpainting3 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
9729 kilometers away, to be exact.i have these bones like flowers-9729 kilometers away, to be exact.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fragile and finely plucked,
these lily stargazers
are kissing ocean beds,
making love to sirens
for a taste of her
i want to tape maps to my limbs-
throw caution to the wind
as i gather up
every love letter receipt,
from every false attempt
i ever wrote her
& forget for just a moment
that even still
she does not love me.