Only My ImaginationI can see you, your short brown hairOnly My Imagination1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
your big brown eyes
your smile that always gives me butterflies.
I can taste you, savory on my lips
tangy in my mouth
sweet on my tongue.
I can hear you, your calm breathing next to my ear
your steady heartbeat against my chest
your soothing voice.
I can feel you, warm against my skin
cool to the touch
burning with our joint passion.
I can smell you, your cool masculine musk
your fresh clean skin hair
your strong spiced deodorant
SeaSea1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her love was bone white,
[ but never like diamonds. ]
Truth then became water to
pruning fingers and splitting lips,
while she drowned
in the mouth
of a liar like me.
Where I am knownMy heart is at homeWhere I am known1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
in breezy points,
for it knows not warmth
to be comfortably smothered.
but my soul feels most safe
when hidden away,
for it fears the commitment
of being committed.
and what of me?
I feel most safe
inside phantoms of darkness,
where one cannnot know my craving…
for I crave the destructing
presence of company…
always aching, itching,
What Have I Done?Each day I must resistWhat Have I Done?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The urge to tear myself
Apart. Each day I have
Tried so hard not to harm
Myself, out of love for you.
Part of me knows that
I'm doing is for the best,
Yet part of me thinks self-
Harm is the best thing to do.
How is it that I began to heal
When you loved me, and the
Day you said that love was gone,
My will went in reverse.
Stardust.I partook in the poisonStardust.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of your miracle, for
I believed you a magician:
You pulled chronic weariness
from my marrow—
from hazy depths grown
The eggs spoiled fast:
you pulled from your hat
an act of distrust,
and you left me
UnfoundedI cram words within murky, hollow spaces,Unfounded1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
replicating ways in which blood fills a wound.
I squeeze articles and adjectives
supporting metaphors and similes
into tight-fitting corners,
until that which is empty begins to bloat.
The ache of something missing,
the loss of one internal, now painfully unknown:
it finds no satisfaction within passion
and phrases so desperately created, upheld.
Why give transparent, misleading hope
Does pleasure derive from humiliation
the catalyzing of previously weakened hearts?
Where is the limit of cruelty defined,
if not in the cries and weeping of dreams:
Language wilts on my fingertips,
turns to ash in my mouth
the gorge in my throat which partakes in
how significant is agony endured within silence,
inside pitiful thoughts?
It is nothing notable of specific emotion,
only biting veracities upon repetition
and foolish belief:
"I am no poet of words."
Not That DayNo one wants to remember their worst nightmare.Not That Day2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one wants to relive the pain.
No one wants to go back to a time without joy.
No one may want to, but the memories remain.
There was a time when I trusted people.
There was a time when I let others inside.
There was a time when every bruise was accidental.
There was a time, but that time is long past.
Maybe some day I'll have the will to live.
Maybe some day I'll learn to love again.
Maybe some day my scars will heal.
Maybe some day, but today is not that day.
Drowning myselfIf letters were raindropsDrowning myself8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And words were storm clouds
I would already be dead,
Drowned in books and lyrics and
All the words I was too afraid to say to anyone but myself
InfiniteWe’d make a beautiful constellation,Infinite8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You and I –
shivering galaxies that may implode
but who keep expanding,
still hiding in gravitational lenses
of sheer splendor -
a thousand and one stars;
we could wish for personals
or maskless parades
without crippling facades-
not nameless but known.
You and I,
we could be brighter
than the sun.
StayIt's funny how emotions moveStay2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
How we're ruined by things we cannot prove.
Your image is burned inside my head
Along with all the lovely, broken words that you said.
How can this be wrong when it feels so good?
I know you won't stay but I wish you would.
Oh, I wish you would, I wish you would.
I don't think I can live without your face,
So I'll suffocate in this forsaken place.
I'll give you my heart for you to heal
As you refuse and reject what you feel.
How can you hate this when it feels so good?
I know you won't stay but I wish you would.
Oh, I wish you could, I wish you would.
You're scared because there is no cure
And you've never known something that feels so pure.
But running and hiding won't take it away
Oh, god, oh god, I wish you'd stay.
How can this be gone when it felt so good?
I wish you hadn't left, but I knew you would
Oh, I knew you would, I knew you would.
Dear meDear eyesDear me4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry for all the tears that I made you shed.
I wish I could have kept you dry instead.
Those nights I didn't let you rest
I'm sorry for being such a pest
I'm sorry for fumbling to the ground
I wish I had done something more profound
I just couldn't wait to fall
For those people who said they would be there if I call
Sorry for all those nights of crying myself under
I wish I could have made a silent surrender
For those sweet words you heard and believed
I'm sorry, but they were from people who stole and thieved
I'm sorry I didn't listen to you from the start
Now my life is falling apart
I should have believed that you were right
I wish I had given you more of a fight
Sorry for letting those dancers dance and dice
What they did wasn't too nice
Stripes suit you fairly well
Too bad I had to put you through hell
Sorry for messing you up so bad
I hope that didn't m
LandslideYearning for birds –Landslide9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the reminder of anchors in
each half-moon cresent
so lovingly carved into my soles.
And you play hopscotch in my veins -
the ones forbidden now to bleed -
until I am beaten blue and flat
but there are sparrows in my brain
among cerebral cortex clouds,
and that should be enough...
only it isn’t.
.Were We Not MarionettesI bend.Were We Not Marionettes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
arms a graceful
bridge of mourning—
rippling plains of remembrance.
(but at least we remember)
I lean beside
heaps of wood
in time to blurry
and irises plead
only as allowed:
ChrysalisThese stammering heartbeatsChrysalis1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
felt in stuttering airways,
where butterflies came out as words of love;
caught harshly within your net,
subduing and possessing.
My innocence was shucked,
my freedom spread and pinned to paper
before lips devoured me
with passions normally concealed
with words left, and felt,
within each humid stretch of silence.
With each cocooned metamorphosis,
you kept me confined warmly
stationary wings loved, still;
It is as my heart,
which loves until beat silent
and silent I wish I was,
instead of loving and living
within seeds of carefully tended
because words unspoken die
just as softly.
If Love Would Leave a LegacyYour lovely crystalline bones,If Love Would Leave a Legacy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wrapped tight inside chilled casing,
laying strewn against old cherry wood
with company of lover's notes upon your lower lip;
a last caress of parchment as we bury you in earth.
Goodbye my love, Goodbye,
words that refuse to leave lips chapped and clamped in mourning,
as silent and white as knuckles curled in trembling fists.
Reddest rivers slink sultrily down tight airways, filled with aching hunger,
and sliding alongside sores of salivated lies,
where I swallowed all my silent sobs in concurrence with
these barbed and yearning sentiments.
It was nowhere near enough.
Regret shall rid unsightly bones until someday
reunion brings souls superficially together;
adjoining beds of cherry wood
where I can desire you to depths of resolution.
and it is nowhere near enough.
lessons in surrenderi.lessons in surrender11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She wished to be dressed in poetry
but she didn’t understand that
imagery fades and that metaphors
are too easily forgotten.
She asked why I didn’t utilize my
alliteration eyes—why I hid the tag
‘ hello my name is: writer ’
beneath San Francisco bays
and rotting ink grenades,
still in dead crusade.
I broke pencil shavings in
skybound veins, just to taste
and I bled like a sinner
for mere dreams of some redemption.
“I’m only a poet of capitulation”
MelancholiaI crawled beneath the skin,Melancholia1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
nails taking crescent moons
to labored arteries,
where life birthed.
I gave rash to skin, rippling in marrow,
bulging flesh and pore…
all to break free.
I laid beneath scarlet muscle
sick with Loneliness: a bittersweet
disease of rusting hearts.
I let it throb, pound—ache,
sulking within the cradle of spine,
rocking joints to solemn sleep…
and how easily resignation
for they were weary,
used to hunching to sorrows
StrengthStrength is not something you can measure,Strength2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
True strength is a real treasure.
It isn't how much weight you can lift,
True strength is what you call a gift.
Strength is not about how much you can destroy,
It's about how you can make people feel joy.
It's about how much you can take,
And trust me what I'm telling you isn't fake.
If we wouldn't have the ability to endure,
We would be knocked out before we could act for sure.
Strength is the ability to handle the stuff life throws at you,
Trust me everybody will at one time feel quite blue.
People are sometimes weak and vulnerable,
We are just humans, we will never be invulnerable.
If our biggest weakness, is being hurt by the once we love,
Then we are the strongest people in the world, that's what I'm sure of.
EmbryoI choked back the crumpled dreamsEmbryo9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
clogged in my throat like paper wads
of useless poetry
while the ocean continued to eat at me,
one amethyst toe at a time;
I sank like the anchor inked on my back,
and loved of my bones a heavier guilt
to sink and sink, beneath sorrow
and joy, and the shoreline graves.
What’s meant for salt
is meant for tears
but I was never a creature meant
wailing through crooked pipes
rusted and creaking from the summer heat
and a silence so well kept
that the dead would stare at me,
and tongue tied.
(You’d always said that drowning me
was poetry in itself)
and I have loved silence.You never said you wouldn’t lie,and I have loved silence.10 months ago in Scraps More Like This
just that I’d had enough.
(I always assumed I knew what that meant.)
When happiness couldn’t come
swiftly, and when love came less than softly—
when ticking clouds could no longer sustain,
I tried to fish my heart from
the crosshatched lips of unknown faces;
you simply held my hair as
I left the poisons I’d ingested
at the bottom of porcelain bowls and sinks.
You said love was leaving
but it was okay, because I’d
never love enough;
my heart would leak lies
through varicose love
as easily as my veins
overflowed at wrist-bound docks,
and I would never be able
to love more than silence.
Right NowI remember how it all startedRight Now1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was a quiet December day like today
That turn into something that I never would expected
But it feels bittersweet knowing it's gone
Or feels like how a child is lost in the big world out there
Just an empty feeling
People say love is a drug
From the start to finish
A high that everything is perfect or nothing can go wrong
But when it is gone, you feel the withdraw symptoms that won't go away
But no I'm just taking it in
Out the window of my apartment bedroom again
Tomorrow I'll be gone I don't know when I'll be back
But in this world everything can change just like that
Caught up in everyday life
Doesn't seem like nobody cares
Walking out seems like the only option
No one will miss me right?
Find myself somewhere else because home ain't what it used to be
Mom and Dad were fighting about everything
From dishes to who is looking after the child I had
I didn't know what to do
But no I'm taking it in
Out the window of my apartment bedroom again
The T.V is o