Once more, Here and Now.Once more, Here and Now.2 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.
In The ValleyIn The Valley3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm here at the stream,
A thunderstorm brewing at dusk,
Listening to voices without names.
At the edge of the mountains,
A hawk looks to discover
The history in the stars.
Why does the laughter in the valley fade in night's web?
As the day comes to an end,
A blanket of silence descends.
Across the Barren DesertThe silence lies over us like dust. He sits in his chair, the newspaper spread before his face. My legs are curled beneath me on the couch as I watch television. The living room is cold.Across the Barren Desert5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A steady drip from the kitchen faucet reminds me that he has not yet fixed it. I mention it, and he nods noncommittally, murmuring something about the weekend.
My bones ache from this strain between us.
I announce that I am going to bed as soon as the ten o'clock news finishes. He offers me a perfunctory smile as I kiss him on the cheek and ascend the stairs.
Another evening exactly the same as the last.
I feel like my soul is withering in this empty monotony.
Undressing slowly, I hang each item up with care. I hate wrinkles.
The bed is chilly but I have become used to sleeping alone. He usually comes to bed late and I cannot remember the last time I fell asleep with his warmth beside me.
My night stand is empty. I hate for him to see me cry, so I long ago removed our wedding photo.
It rained the day
The Peaches in the PeachboxMy mother asked me what hadThe Peaches in the Peachbox5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Happened to the peaches in the peach box,
But I could not utter the words.
My hesitant teeth bite into soft,
Fuzz covered skin,
Juice drips down my elbow
As I devour the tender fruit.
It seems almost sinful,
To destroy something so perfect.
And wonderfully innocent.
My mother asked me what had
Happened to the peaches in the peach box,
But I could not utter the words.
Lack of InspirationScribbling, scribbling, scribblingLack of Inspiration5 years ago in Other More Like This
Seeking abnormalities to write
Nibbling, nibbling, nibbling
Chewing nails out of sight
Giggling, giggling, giggling
Such strange words, not so bright
Babbling, babbling, babbling
No inspiration, nor any light
Beauty of Melancholythere is beautyBeauty of Melancholy2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to be found
when it's shared
on a rainy night
with our voices
hushed to whispers.
Barbed Wire BalladBarbed Wire Ballad4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bring more barbed wire. Bring the heavy rolls
of twisted steel and metal thorns. Wear
heavy gloves, unspool the wire from the roll,
make loops atop the wall. Bring more.
Bring more barbed wire. Here are metal stakes
on which it may be hung. Go on and on.
Here is a wire cutter for when we are done,
but that will not be soon. Bring more.
Bring more barbed wire. Here are people
to keep out, there are people to confine,
here a place to make secure, here we are
on our side, thank God. Bring more.
Here are people, there are people,
here a border, here a barrier,
here are places, here are people,
here a wall and here the wire. Bring more.
The Fragile Things (Chapter One)The Fragile Things (Chapter One)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ebony didn't know how long she'd been here for, lying across the floorboards in the dark, like a corpse displayed upon a mortician's table. Her eyes took in nothing—not the fungus spores creeping across the ceiling or the blistered wallpaper. The atmosphere was heavy and foreboding, as if death had seeped into the very bricks and plasterboard, the flesh and bones of the building.
In a way, she supposed it had.
There was a knot of Serpents in Ebony's belly. She could feel them squirming and twisting around her innards. Her fingertips trailed across her ribcage, resting upon her stomach like a mother-to-be.
Well, not exactly.
Ebony's stomach couldn't be described as anything close to swollen. Her entire body was wasting away, shrivelling up like a discarded strip of orange peel. Because that's all I am, she thought. A skin. But theirs was a conflicted relationship; as much as the Serpents pained her, Ebony welcomed them. Wished they would devour h
November 5thSome nightsNovember 5th3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's entirely too much to write
nothing to say.
November 2ndIt smells like winterNovember 2nd3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
under the half-moon,
where my breath
becomes the sky
and gathers stars
to my chest.
I'm too poor to feel so middle class.My teeth still ache from the dentist,I'm too poor to feel so middle class.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but it doesn’t stop me from nibbling
the cheese danish I bought at Kroger
this morning, warmed by thirty
seconds in the microwave. My mug
of hot chocolate is too big, and I
drink it all. The washer is on its last
cycle; the cat is purring at my feet.
Netflix is background noise
to clacking keys, typing a transcript
of middle class morning that I’ll later
call a poem or a turning point,
wondering when I became such an adult.
hypnic jerkyou have the eyebrows of a trickster godhypnic jerk2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
unfavorably quirked toward the egotistical
howl to the new moon, impish coyote
make the wolves frantic
overcastcold water reignsovercast4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a rain-drenched moor
of crocus buds and
i fall with the rain,
whispering of fickle
fears to the earth.
folding in and over
safe havens under
a hollow netted sky,
i drift like needles
sewn in delicate footsteps
through silken-still air
as i pine, pine, pine.
IrrigationI tilt her gently upwardIrrigation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with my fingertips, guiding
first, eyes to my eyes. And I linger, there
drinking in the wanting shine
of her irises. Then my lips
find hers; the threads between us
are pulled taut now, drawing
her into me, me
The space is not a canyon, or
a vast desert plain.
It is a creakbed highway
trickling water from one end to the other
in alternating currents. I can cross
on paper, in a dream
and I lean close enough for her
to feel my heartbeat.
My mouth parts slightly, a suggestion
that she belongs in my arms.
And the river rages on,
in both directions.
need.We sat beneath a sycamore tree bathed in glaring, midday light. Although we were so close, there was a distance that ached and throbbed between us. Your hand grazed mine, skin on skin and yet I couldnt feel it.need.6 years ago in Post-Teen (Mature) More Like This
Do you want something? I asked, grabbing your weather beaten hand and placing it on the warm dirt.
Your skin is the exact same colour as this tree. You mused, letting your voice drift through the silence and tickle my ears. It was, and I wondered why you noticed these things. The bumps and grains in the tree dug into my back but I didnt want to lean against you.
Ive put fake tan on. I mumbled turning away. You chuckled and scooted around to my side of the tree, ignoring the buzzing of your phone in your pocket.
We had drifted into a cool shade that was a lot like the state of our relationship at that moment. That was the first time Id seen you face to face and probably the last because I couldnt bear it. Even then
frigid (miyoji)cold stars searchfrigid (miyoji)3 weeks ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
amongst our bones
[rewrite for jedijellyfish ]
On Recursive ThoughtsThis curve of bone no more thanOn Recursive Thoughts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a whitened hive. Inside,
legs, jointed. How these feet catch
and scratch and cling,
a claw in each synapse,
a voice for each and every touch.
A why and why again.
A gauze of wings, held up,
a gauze before my eyes, a misted world,
those stick-dry veins blurred and close.
Somewhere the scent of venom,
the sharpness caught behind my skull.
Each needle-sting a thought and thought again,
a layering up, another string of words,
another cascade of loosened thoughts, a buzz
of voices with their tired whys.
One day I may open this hive-mouth
and watch the exodus go by.
adamantine Atlassometimesadamantine Atlas1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think I used to be an architect,
in a past life or a
I know it
the way you know things in dreams.
I have this urge
to make things exactly perfect;
straight and angled and curved,
every line clean and direct
as a functionalist fantasy.
but my armature's tired of
holding the weight
of the world on its
my cast-iron limbs
no structure can perfectly embody
form does not always
all the concrete in the world
wouldn't match up
to the pillars
I've placed myself on.
Objawy samobojstwaPo czym można określić, czy ktoś chce umrzeć?Objawy samobojstwa2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Czy istnieją namacalne znaki u ludzi którzy postawili kreskę na swoim życiu, jak objawy jakiejś choroby?
Może można to zobaczyć w ich oczach, ten popielato szary kolor, który okazuje całkowitą nieobecność jakiejkolwiek formy nadziei.
Może można to wyczuć po zapachu; kwaśny, odrażający zapach przypominający fetor skwaśniałego mleka.
A może można usłyszeć to w ich głosie, brak iskry, brak życia.
Głos samobójcy powinien brzmieć jak nuta zagrana na klawesynie. Metaliczny, apatyczny, płaski. Nieprzyjemny hałas na który twoja skóra cała się wzdryga. Paznokcie po tablicy.
Ale może nie ma żadnych znaków.
Może najmilszy chłopak w klasie jest tym samym chłopakiem który jest bity
a correlationfriendly cats,a correlation3 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the result of
I love you- I hate youHappy feelings and warmth fill my lungs and my heart and a happy smile dances across my ever emotionally changing lips and... and...I love you- I hate you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I hate you-
I love you.
No, I don't want you-
I need you!
You don't love me-
You don't need me-
Please don't ever let me go...
My hand, in yours, our souls connected by our intangible love. We cannot see it, but it's there. We cannot touch it, but we feel it. I cannot understand the way I feel and I... I...
You are the hurt I constantly feel-
You are nothing-
You are my everything!
I have lost my feelings for you-
I love you more than ever!
I can't be with you-
Hold me tight.
I long to be with you, my mind reeling at the very thought of being drowned in your embrace. Warmth radiating from your heart and you