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
Lost at SeaTiger swears Noah missed the boat.Lost at Sea2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Clowns we arePaint your sad faceClowns we are7 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
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...
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
seven hours of who you might have beeni.seven hours of who you might have been2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the breath you took
the moment you fell
lies in the dirt somewhere
between the garden
and the dip of empty earth
where rain pools.
all the lost things of your life
keep gathering in cottony patches overhead
that only the flowers
you have touched
years vine out.
between thumb and forefinger,
the clumsiness of
more than just one
on Judgment Day
your tomato plants
will come out of the earth
carrying your bravery
like beads of water,
they will gesture
with their leaves
magnificent and half-drunk
you left the house
to stand in the historic thunderstorm
the neighborhood dogs,
the ants of
the trees lining the water
and the green in the air,
and the distance
between syllables of river-water
replace the vanishing point
in all your
with the divine.
how many words
you could form
out of your name,
and how often
your hour in the sun
was all that mattered
stories from wonderlandthis is allstories from wonderland1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
real, realer than I'd
like; my friends are ghosts
passing through the skeleton of me.
I am afraid of their words,
trailing from their lips
like wisps of smoke;
I have secondhand self-esteem
issues. and you,
you are more handsome now
than you ever were before
I was blinded by the
light. you hurt
like I do and in a world
of painkillers and
existential numbness that
is the fucking world, you hurt
like I do and you try
to shake it from your skin
like a shiver. you look at me
like I'm a natural disaster
and I guess I'm shivering, too, but
not for the same reason.
I don't know how to live
without wanting to die; you were
supposed to be the adventure
through unfamiliar territory
but you left
like I should.
I understand what it is
now to need someone. every
irregular heartbeat is a mini.eclipse
and I need that spark
so badly; I need you
to light me from
the inside like a lantern
this fear of the dark
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
deconstructing in your sighsideconstructing in your sighs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it’s not like they said it would be easy.
when you look at me
open-mouthed and dewey-eyed,
negligent; and your laughter
slurs together like runoff sewage,
and your voice is drowning in
a certain kind of sadness, the one
reserved for the faults
we never asked for; and you sigh,
heavy, like I am back sitting in
your throat between your adam’s apple
and the truths you dare not speak;
you pity me.
it’s that very same weakness which
delivered me naked and trembling
into the skin of a person
I never was; pity
does not require action, disappointment
does not take away from the burning human need
to overcome oneself. I’m sick of living
tomorrow regretting the person I am today;
I drained her all out in a fit of desperation,
and filled myself through with vodka giggles
and scribbled lines and you, darling, you,
who fears nothing but the skeleton girl
sleeping quietly in your closet.
dreaming last wordsIn my childhood homedreaming last words1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stood at the bathroom mirror
with a pistol. Two pencil-
one beneath my right cheekbone
and one just above the tip of my nose
indicated where I had shot myself.
I entered the dream standing there
bloodless and frightened
when I should have been dead.
I felt as if I had just woken up
and immediately realized I wanted life.
My fingers went to the back of my head
and I panicked when there were no wounds,
when I realized the bullets were still inside.
If they had just passed through
I might have survived but like this,
there was death in me.
I shook and wept. The pistol turned to wood
in my hand. Somehow all my regrets fit in its changing.
Nothingness ate the universe
from the outside until it wrapped tightly
around the room.
The names of flowers
printed on the wallpaper blurred
and while I would have liked
all the dead animals of my childhood
to be there in the room with me,
I was alone.
Even all I’d done
I'm All That's Left of MeI’m All That’s Left of MeI'm All That's Left of Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She put her lips on the fountain when we were kids.
I've kissed too many people to still be mad about it.
The first time she slept in my bed I had visions
of my grandfather decaying in his coffin.
(The scuttle of tiny legs and a far away buzzing)
I woke up to a thousand pairs of eyes staring at me.
Hers were closed, but her mouth started moving.
“People who dream about the dead often attract flies.
I’ll tell you my nightmares if you tell me yours.”
It was winter and the windows were closed.
There are flowers that bloom once in a life time.
The things I see during the day prepare me for the night.
A family moved into her old house.
They don’t leave beer cans on the front porch.
For some reason that makes me sick.
The only picture I didn't burn is of her
looking past the lens and straight into my eyes.
Everything else about that life is gone.
Sometimes even me.
This is the worst day to tell me I’m blind
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.
GazaJanuary 5, 2009Gaza7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hold them little one, tightly
wont you, my suffering fingers
your breath so short, your pulse
so faint, you are hardly here
with me and I have no time
to explain it is not the shade of olive trees
that streaks your sunless face; it is not
the red poppies of Palestine I see blooming
there in your breast and I dont know
how to speak what I wish that it stung you
to feel my salt as I push these eyes
against your ragged jaw, that youd
scream the agony of your torn body
as I pull you to me and curse my clumsy
mistreatment of your sagging shoulders,
the shattered glass of your mouth,
the splintered concrete of your bones
if only you would, I could pretend anger at you
for bleeding on your best shirt, my shemagh
tucked under your head.
Hold them little one, tightly
wont you, my suffering fingers
your breath so short, your pulse
so faint, I am hardly 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.
Formaldehydeyou pulled up the sleevesFormaldehyde1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of some old bomber jacket,
trying to hide the blue-green of your veins
but my eyes see far beyond the meaningless color,
through the jacket of your wool and day old
and your new decisions won't allow you to
from where you were.
Born of stardust,
we all breathe in the thick air around us,
we all let the ashes of a two-person galaxy
live in our lungs
and even if it is this gaseous love that
will kill us one day,
it is the very thing that is keeping us
alive for now.
Revolutionit's just there.Revolution4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
first thing in the morning
I do better during the day, I get busy, I think of other things
it is persistent
unexpected in its depth
the dark of night and weariness beckon
it is the last thing on my conscious mind
your presence has even crossed the threshold of my dreams
and I am left to wonder
Is this ever going to go away?
Am I forever altered, deeply transformed at even the cellular level?
I am reminded of the mysterious healing stain of time
how it amends, alters and modifies
how maybe my affections can be replaced
but searching myself, behind this recently erected wall,
I realize it will take nothing short
of a full scale
And who really has the time for that?
Moonlight ShadowMoonlight Shadow11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drifting through the dark she whispers,
Calls out to him from her hidden closure,
Brushing past the leaves,
Her dark eyes flashing from deep within,
As she watches...
He walks in the light, looking
Through the silver waterfalls from the sky,
Hearing her voice in his mind.
Standing bathed in light, shining like an angel
As he searches...
She crouches as he passed by,
Her wild gaze fixed in awe as he glows.
Deep in the dark,
Her breath lifting the breeze,
Too scared to step out...
Too brave to fade away...
He turns his silver head to the shadows,
His eyes eager to find a matching gaze,
Beyond where the light touches,
Where the trees hide their secret,
Too unsure to move closer...
Too determined to forget...
Tears snake down her dark cheeks,
Watching him approach,
Feeling the earth pulsate beneath her
As his soulful look penetrated the night,
Bathing her with silver...
Bathing her with his soul...
He finds the heart he seeks
And holds out a pale hand,
Feeling the st
The Color of Lost ThingsWhen you looked at meThe Color of Lost Things2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With eyes the color of
I understood two words.
The first one,
The one truth you couldn't say
Because any lie would be
Sweeter on your tongue,
Appeared on a Thursday.
I wasn't okay that day.
I was so heavy.
But you were tired,
So I carried your load, too.
I knew that if I was
Just a little heavier,
I would shatter under the weight.
You would notice me again,
Like you used to.
Or maybe I would just
Into the background.
You gave it to me on Sunday.
You tried to keep it
In your lungs,
Behind ribcage prison bars,
But it slipped out from
Between clenched teeth
Disguised as an apology.
The second one
Crawled inside of me
I don't know when exactly,
Among the glass and bone,
We were no longer separate beings.
I just know that one minute we were
On opposite sides of the room,
And the next,
We stood side by side,
Picking our way through the rubble.
On Monday morning,
I wrote it on the soles of my feet
And along my cr
June 18.Fear makes the thrillJune 18.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
run hotter, but falling
into boiling water was
never the intention.
So shed apprehension;
step on that tightrope,
and shut those pretty eyes
(you always do).
Just hope that when
you stumble, someone still
wants to catch you.
.Reality and Fairytales..Reality and Fairytales.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been holding my breath for so long
I've almost forgotten why I began
Lost in a haze somewhere between
A fairytale and reality
And I have no plans of coming round
Your wilting rose lies wearily upon my window ledge
A single petal struggles to cling onto life
He loves me not
Tracing shapes amoung the clouds
I'll build my own castles in the sky
And as night falls with a fragile sigh
I'll watch them tumble down
The winds been whispering your secrets
And as I catch them and stuff them to the bottom of old pockets
To hide some
ObservationObservation3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
You just need focus,
the tree is the simpler task.
One must expect blurred edges,
truth inferred rather than seen.
Acid WashEven if it were trueAcid Wash3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That to savor each and every second of our time on earth
Would be as foolish an attempt as counting all the
Specks of sand spread across the shores
Of the east coast waters,
If by doing so would mean that I could
Undo time and distance's doing and
Have you by my side once more
Then trust me, babe, I will start counting
From this moment on, diligently so-
With burning eyes and drowning senses,
Till my fingernails turn to specks themselves
And my hair reminiscent of sea foam
There will never be an obsession like mine- over your soul
The lack and longing from my core leaves me salivating,
Leaves me a special kind of sick and a raving kind of mad
You're a combustible burning ball of gas- a star, babe
Each and every time I recall
My fingernails clutching
The back of your leather jacket as we shared our final
Embrace and French kiss,
I fail to realize that all my longing is fruitless-
You've died long ago, without my consent, and
That death is cause and reason for