Once more, Here and Now.Once more, Here and Now.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I go by the dying beat of my heart,
with every breath now to be my last...
the music to my life's finale,
with a withering sound.
As tears rush from my eyes,
like the joy through my veins...
Your flesh to mine,
and my lips to yours.
Farewell to you Darling,
are my only lying words to you,
as you will only be blind to me
I shall tell you of my love...
Embrace me once more,
and kiss me with forced elation,
the inspired yet sorrowed passion...
Once more, here and now...
With a withering sound,
and my lips to yours
and I shall tell you of my love...
Once more, here and now...
I go by the dying beat of my heart...
As tears rush from my eyes...
Farewell to you my darling,
Embrace me once more.
The Beginning Or The End?The Beginning Or The End?The Beginning Or The End?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I dreamed a dream that was in my head. I had unexpectedly taken an afternoon nap, resting peacefully in our secret place. I laid out on the softness of an old quilted blanket I often took with me when I went deep within the woods outside of the town of Chester. My aunt Lori had made it when she was just a girl and then gave it to me when I was born. Raggedy and slightly torn, it was the perfect thing to use for a picnic without fear of it getting ruined because it was already on its way out. Octagon pieces of fabric of faded reds, blues, and grays, decorated lightly with tiny daisies. The stitching was obviously done by a child, tighter in some areas and loose in the others where hands had grown tired from sewing lessons.
The sun was nigh, warming my skin through breaks in the tree branches overhead. The backs of my eye lids were swimming in crimson-orange flickering light from the shadows of the swaying trees in the comf
Swallowing Starsgalaxies clingSwallowing Stars8 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to negative spaces
sometimesthe rocks speaksometimes9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to my bones like
long lost friends
and i wonder what
i missed while my eyes
were clamped shut.
Consoledbleak, blustery dawnConsoled10 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
blessed percolator bubbles
full mug warms my palms
DreamsSubconscious leakage ;Dreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wisps. Reality is faint,
Colors are soft and deceptive.
I am myself. There was never any other option.
Surreal, impossible, and indefinitely pure.
coffee, two creamsa fine line separatescoffee, two creams10 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the cream and sugar
from the roasted black
Keratin Skeletonthere is no gust that can stir my hair enoughKeratin Skeleton10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to lift my soul into the sky
in these long years with these longer strands
--surely one must have seen a time when I was happy
but the wind thieves away my memory
and leaves only dead ends behind
Atwitter swallows on the wireAtwitter 1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
silhouetted against the sky
X.the lights above flicker;X.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is not the season
for pomegranates. we're going
home, my dear heart,
to pick forbidden fruits
- all ours.
Set Me Freeset me freeSet Me Free10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
from this man-made cage
with a pack of crayons
in my hands
and i promise i will draw
you an escape route,
and many arrows
i'll guide you through
our urban jungle,
exchanging the sights
of looming city streets
to leaves on earth
and tall grass swaying,
and when we'll meet
again on that bridge
between here and there,
rest assured, you'll have
no more questions
for the journey
will have opened
your eyes to another
way of living.
Holy Water and Vodka. ii"You know, the decreasing literacy rate in Americans these days is not particularly inspiring."Holy Water and Vodka. ii9 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
He stops, frozen for a moment but not really, and turns back around. His black eyes reflect nothing. "The fuck are you talking about, amigo?" he says. "Who said anything about... decreasing literacy?" And he hits the catch on the steel Zippo and watches as it ignites again. I'm just surprised at how smoothly he pronounced 'decreasing literacy'.
I say, "Well, I can't think of any other reason why you'd be smoking in here," and kindly directing his attention to the sign on the wall, the universal one with the smouldering cigarette behind a thick red bar with 'Thank You for Not Smoking' written beneath it, I tell him, "Five-hundred-dollar violators' fee, Komerad." As if he doesn't already know.
The next exhaled puff of smoke is directed right in my face. The bully.
He says, "You're one to fucking care."
"Hey," and I'm leaning with my side pressed into the bars, one ar
lines for rae armantroutFor instance, an old oak grovelines for rae armantrout10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And to you, Rae, because what appears
is always the cosmic cascading bodies,
torched and tumbling,
and someone screaming evacuate-
meaning rebuild, re-haunt.
Reading about the experiment,
it became evident-
the traffic of moans,
crowds of shadows standing
in the peripheral,
a sense of expectation and dread.
This is how death comes in poems:
The last campfire in the distance
Politeizm O Ra, Zeusie, Odynie,Politeizm8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Przegraliście, a szkoda,
Bo byliście o wiele prawdziwsi,
Niż dzisiejsi bogowie.
Wyście byli zupełnie inni,
Kochaliście, zabijaliście, zdradzaliście,
Popełnialiście błędy i pożądaliście,
Mieliście braci, siostry, żony i dzieci.
O Ra, Zeusie, Odynie,
Co się mogło stać z waszymi,
Wiernymi sługami, gdy się pojawili,
MercyOh sweet God how the grasslandMercy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
feverThis lovefever8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
fingers into flesh
so that -
even in stillness
breathing the deepPapa isn't coming home again tonight.breathing the deep1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He said to me over the telephone that the road is too long, and that it takes too much time for him to get from his office to mommy's place.
Last week he'd said that the streets are too dark, and that there are some things that even grown-ups are scared of.
The week before that, he'd promised me and said that he was coming, yes, definitely, but then he never showed up at all.
But maybe next week he'll come.
Yes, next week.
Julia, you really should be going to sleep.
I know, mommy. I think I'll wait by the window for a little longer.
Just in case.
26 Pale"smile and apply blush to the apples of your cheeks"26 Pale10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
derisive lips upturned in the mirror
powder warmth on my face because I do not blush and
there is not enough blood in this body to waste on shame if
I want to stay in motion
Indian summer.Dandelion seeds scatter on the breezeIndian summer.11 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a helix of nature's life'
Loose golden strands that you watch dance
in the wind
Making you want to tie promises to every single one
that paints the indian summer sky
resurgencelet's make small talk,resurgence11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
six month silence swelling;
sticking inside our throats,
filling the space between us.
let's make small talk
and skirt furtive eyes around
the absence we never quite
accustomed ourselves to.
this is easy,
but then it's always been
we move lightly,
an oh-so similar
let's make small talk,
stumble on faux pas promises
and the intimacy between two
who are no longer intimate.
orbiting the past,
we dance in words.
Haikus from a grieving nightHaikus from a grieving night1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Frost spreads its whiteness
Despite ancient white azaleas
Griefs still remain
Le givre étend sa blancheur
Malgré les azalées blanches millénaires
Les chagrins restent encore
A dragonfly minds her own waterlilly -
Jealous as a woman
Une libellule veille sur son propre nénuphar -
Jalouse comme une femme
Gloomy and high,
The oak forest chokes the summer moon
No one saw her wipe out!
Ténébreuse et haute,
La forêt de chênes étouffe la lune d'été
Personne ne la vit s'éteindre !
yours/mine/ours.let us join handsyours/mine/ours.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
while we burn this mattress
from our two-step
will put out the ashes
and our lips will touch
less than a kiss
more an attempt
we're still pressing palms
but it's left to right these days
(instead of mine to yours)
and we're still drinking coffee
blacker than the skies we sip it
but we're whispering
to the universe
with different faces
and I am homesick
and no heartbeat
quite like yours/mine/ours.
lingermorning fog tangledlinger5 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a diaphanous web