Spasibo Bolshoemy body catchesSpasibo Bolshoe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the wind
of my subtle femininity
(which is more
than you've ever done).
and the sun can
kiss my lips
any mortal mouth
(i love you,
i can only
speak in tongues
dedicated to the
earth and sky
(which is more
poetic than you
could ever be).
while the moon
welcomes me in
(at least i
don't need to
wait for her).
could it even
be that i'm
unable to compare
(not like you'd
be able to compete
because with them,
at least my
won't rot in vain
become a waste
of my time).
sweethearts always seem to leave you breathlessAnd I'll create a new world for myselfsweethearts always seem to leave you breathless1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the grains of sand fall upward
so that I will never have to leave
the world will cease to darken
past our lamp-lighted room
and we'll draw glow-in-the-dark stars on the walls
and the storms will only be found outside
while we snuggle here safe and warm underneath the piles of blankets
taking us into a secret world lost within the other's eyes
So when I see you again and forget all my words
it is just because when i am with you
no words seem beautiful enough
AlwaysI stand hereAlways1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
basking in the cotton-candy wisps of clouds
as my gaze falls down
with the stars
cascading me in their light
and I ask when the snow will fall
I get the answer
with my face to the new moon
as my lungs fill
with what I once heard referred to
'the breath of the Earth'
and I ask the sky
how long will the wind blow?
Here I stand
face to face with my own heart
and I ask questions that I've known from the start
'how does blood flow'
'where are you'
'why do you thrum so fast'
the most important one
'did you know '
FactionsBlack man hates White man, and Green man loathes Gray,Factions2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Gray man beats Red, for his deviant ways,
Red man and Scarlet have always been close,
And form an alliance against other folk.
Purple and Beige men are all quite convinced,
The world would be better without men of Pink,
And the heinous acts meted out by the Golds,
On the poor Pastel factions are best left untold.
The cultures of Yellow and Blue are now past,
As Green men subsumed them and wiped out their caste,
And Brown men have conquered what's left of the Tans,
All driven by fear of their fellow man.
From the midst of this chaos arises some hope,
The words of calm reason to love other folk,
And who is the prophet ending this plight,
It's the unshackled blind man who has the best sight.