Vitreoushe can taste collagen remorse--Vitreous2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
petroleum bitter & clattering between hyaline teeth
he's a plastic boy & can frame himself into your theorems
speak in stratagems & showmanship
but he's teeming with white matter
& your pity was
PaintingI have bought paints in red and blues,Painting2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in sunset orange and forest greens:
brushes in a thousand sizes,
thick, thin, and flat as stones.
So watch now as I trace the paint,
up and down my pale arms,
covering up the cracks and creases
formed as I wither away.
See as I paint my cold, blue lips red,
fill my dark, empty eyes with blue.
I paste on smiles, skies of blue on what once was grey,
laughter over the racking sobs,
put the dot of white paint-
the sparkle in my eyes- back,
from when I lost it long lives ago.
Learn to love the painted shell I make:
so beautiful in broken form,
perfect in its imperfection.
And I will leave this case behind,
when no one watches any more.
I shall wander where the willows sway,
I will search,
for the Light.
Silver tongueYour words are notSilver tongue2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sterling, they are stabbing,
that slice through
stitches, leaving wounds
ConfusionI cannot keep a steady handConfusion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to write empty words upon a page.
back and forth,
thoughts like fireflies in the dark.
I have no tracks for my rambling thoughts,
so they seep
through the cracks in sidewalks
as I wander through the streets,
looking for a place-
make of home of
So I grab at empty spots on pages,
praying that somehow writing down the confusion
will burn it away
and leave me blessedly empty.
Burialif you find thisBurial2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cremate my feelings
put my thoughts in a mausoleum
bury my heart in a wooden coffin
dump my soul into the sea
just leave my body here.
A. H.To my eyes you are deplorable,A. H.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An offense to senses cerebral,
Stunted phrases unendurable,
A disease I find incurable.
The populace wax lyrical
On your achievements empirical
They do not see as I see
You are a failure categorical
I am the catalyst of your victories
The enabler of your iniquities
My fame lies in obscurity
Ambiguity is my celebrity.
The Goldilocks ZoneThe box garden speaks of its newly dead.The Goldilocks Zone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
“Here stands one adherent to the sun,
blackened into straw from a single frost.”
The basil must have lived like a charm
to culminate here, in a pinewood shallow,
fronds fleeing the celestial division
under a delicacy of watersheds and warmth;
the temperance of a trillion conspiracies.
It still tongues the lips of a breeze.
I fondle it in memoriam,
give it back its colour.
Look now! It smolders,
rare as fiery moldavite
exploding in an amulet,
a vein that bares your breast to the cold;
how different you used to be.
The skeleton in my closetI hid the skeleton of the herald of the Almighty in my closetThe skeleton in my closet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stacked the washed-out bones on the white oak shelves
and stuffed his message in empty pickle jars
The holy feathers I kept though
Someday I will weave them in a new crown
I hope the Lord won't be mad I didn't choose thorns
but I want a headdress that has never been worn
absenteei always tried to draw the dark.absentee2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to sketch the shadows that lingered too long in
the corners of my room like
the corners of my mind.
but then again,
i never did like self-portraits
a ratio of freckles to starsvirginia,a ratio of freckles to stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are floating away in
of sunlight & marrow bones
i want to know
had vertigo then--
a certain horse sadness
i remember how you
would swallow the stars:
watch them glow through your cheeks
(no one told you
what they thought of light & dying
of being a constellation
drawn across your face)
you are the milky way:
a firefly drowning
but i will trail you--
hold your coat above the water
exploding a million miles away
with a number for a name)
Lost at SeaTiger swears Noah missed the boat.Lost at Sea2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
re-floweredsomedayre-flowered2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i will plant
seeds in my
with the love
of those a-
Eros on my lipsMy love is a callalily, primely pureEros on my lips2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in divinity; she is the horizon
all lovers measure in Aphrodite's name.
I reach for her heart.
PuddlesPuddles4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
When the sky's fallen
its emptiness floats. Puddles
share heaven with us.
DisintegrationDisintegration4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Their closeness only
apes what closeness might have been.
Empty eyes and skull grins!
(We bury our mortality
deep beneath the shrouding ground.)
Clowns we arePaint your sad faceClowns we are6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
colours of happy days
to the black parade
Wanna be a star
in this masquerade
No one sees your tears
no one feels your fears
Let them think you're funny
amusing, always sunny
just one more stupid joke
you feel like you choke
Has anyone seen you
without a mask?
Now there's a task
Just let someone through
Let someone see
the real you
is true to you
SongSing for me of soft silky rain and harsh morninglightSong2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sing for me of wrongs redressed and Adam’s first waking sight
Sing for me of clouds as cold
As proud the old
Sing loud the untold tale of forgotten waif
And secret sorrows given by adulterers' ill-kept faith
Of rainbow-beams and window-seat dreams weave my spell
Draw it dripping from clear minnow-streams and thrice-robbed gleaming oyster shell
Trace the flighting fairy's way
Let counselor and jester have each his say
And call the wind down from its play
In the tree-tops, in the tree-tops.
Sing for me of children's delight in lollipops
Sing of lovers' meadows, benches, lakes, and walks; of rosy arbors
And any other place hallowed by bliss and ardor
Sing of golden butterfly wings and brassy bell-tower rings
Of pale, penny-bright moon -
Of deepest dungeon unchanged by noon -
Set all to your soul's lonely tune - of these I charge you sing!
Sing me a song of beauty fair and poor
Of widows' cottages upon the moor
And heroes' paths n
GargantuaGrinding gears and pumping pistonsGargantua2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Steam brings life, the spark within
Heavy thumps of steel-shod feet
An electric pulse, a quickening heartbeat
Hydraulics hiss and flywheels groan
Machinery, we find, takes a life of its own
The birthing of the metal man
The forging of his eyes from sand
Eight gauge arms and two strokes per cylinder
A lighting strike to join each part of the wonder
Rise metal man, stand oh golem
Bind now your thoughts, obey only this totem
Stride forth unto the enemy
Rend limb from stem, turn red the sea
Tower over fields strewn with spent shells and smoke
Release your hellish roar, show the fear you were made to evoke
Behemoth thing, oh Gargantua
Return to your home, you belong to us
Lo! The wire snaps!
Beware! The totem cracks!
Alas! Metal man has turned!
Flee! Lest ye all burn!
Hellish beast Gargantua, aimless monster wandering
Trod the earth and wade the seas
Rust and blood, Gargantua, this is your being
Life your fuel, your herald's call little but screams
ContinuityContinuity4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Spirits hide in clouds,
they wear them, their shifting shapes
amazing the eye.
The All Compassionate One
approves their empathic tears.
I am.I am,I am.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I am anything at all,
That got lost on her way home.
VerdigrisThe shadow that I cast,Verdigris2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost — or rather, drowned
In the darker black.
Sunken in a fathomless blot—
From the earthly past.
The stories it might tell
Smothered by waters in this well.
I take my own little moon,
Carrying my breathless wish — secret,
To light the desolate night below.
What lies there though?
A thousand faded moons to interpret,
Singing a thousand earnest tunes.
Reluctant, I still surrender
A wish unclaimed — never.
In the waters — many a dreams
TemponautSundays: no one's butterflies areTemponaut2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
going to affect the wavelength
of the sun magnifying ants
(nothing will happen anyway).
Rewind, the air wrinkles into
sundays: no one's butterflies are
stuck on weeping quicklime (not yet)
that doesn't hesitate; floor it.
High-pitched tires are slashed by the
hissing water, parked sometime on
sundays: no one's butterflies are
run over by broken sunshine.
One last time to make this right, keep
blinking back - stop flapping its wings
'fore they reek like pelting rain from
sundays: no one's butterflies are...
DesireA warped wooden facade holding hard to a still more distorted faceDesire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Jaunty-legged walk all clad in leather and chains
With a sneer held so hard it cracks the veneers
Dirty creature, filthy thing, wrapped in a cloth so queer
Sexualization personified and given breath
Traipsing through lives, leaving only flaming wrecks
Glamorous beast made into bone and flesh
Feed your unholy hunger while granting every request
In a quick flash of cash and cocaine you come
In a flood of alcohol and blood you go
There is no warning, no great moaning torment as herald
You arrive as you please, in your lust you are castled
Snaps of whips follow in your steps, a new slave for every inch
And blood will spill to paint the walls if they so much as flinch
Grin and bare it, you know little else
But as the sun rises you will flee with the scent of the hells