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Marjorie5 months ago in Free Verse
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Perhaps The Ghost Can Never HauntTension in the string is builtPerhaps The Ghost Can Never Haunt5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The child beneath his mother's quilt
Can watch the flower fade and wilt
But still fear to touch the cosmic void in her eye
The queen amongst the crowd, she stands
Her head held high to understand
The noise that shrinks and grows so bland
But still she hesitates to open her lungs up
You can show where dead still stand
Where the blood has never ran
Across the Devil's burning sand
But still there are no quick or simple answers
The fool can beg for sympathy
And never touch the bark of the tree
That holds the voluptuous fruit of prosperity
But still he yearns to be made of rubber
Your enemy reaches for the rope
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ONE DAY IN DECEMBEROne day in December, everything changed,ONE DAY IN DECEMBER5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and no one will ever be the same again.
It was a day that made a president cry,
leaving the whole of a nation in mourning.
One day in December, the shots rang out,
and with them the specter of death would follow;
within the walls of a New England school,
twenty small children lay dead on the floor.
One day in December, the parents came.
Some found their children and others did not.
So many Christmas trees laden with gifts,
for angels that cannot open them now.
One day in December, answers were sought,
and so far there’s only one man to blame;
by his own hand he is silenced forever,
but his cri
Mentioned5 months ago in Free Verse
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Mea CulpaI.Mea Culpa4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought you were the rain, but no,
I was the rain. I meant to drown you. I
wanted you to be inescapably drenched-
your trachea clogged, your mouth an 'O'
of desperate gasping, your lips parted
and blue. If I wasn't enough to die for,
I wouldn't ever be enough.
II.
Your disappearances were noted with
darkened clouds- thick and heavy, tight
with waiting. You always returned with a
thunderclap, moving me to a downpour of
deprived longing. I was a flood and you
were a desert begging to be a sea. But
flood-waters river into oceans, and
deserts are meant to be dry.
III.
It was selfish of me to treat you
like a boat- I l
Ocean EyesYour ocean eyes will inherit the earth,Ocean Eyes6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the gulls of the sea will not brace you
for what the waves and winds have broken down.
The pearls of your mouth are just now washing to shore,
and your endearing reach trusts with ivory naivety,
but your lack of profanity will not save you from perversion.
All I can do is sing you love songs,
and hope the world is still worth saving,
when your ocean eyes reflect the sky, still blue.
receptionreception1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
your air is read into my skull
like benedictions
saffron panacea
that seem to settle these unquiet ganglions
into sleeping
(some)
a lean-to
listening
inside of words;
they're not for knowing whereabouts
of things which haven't come
but for the mere astonishment of sound
the soft collisions with the self
the closeness of a chair
with wings.
Erotiku in 10 movements1.Erotiku in 10 movements5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
full moon rising
the announcement
of her time
2.
receptive
scents awaken his body
to hers
3.
black birds
forage
two lovers nibble
4.
clandestined
the steam of
their mutual breath
5.
they love in desperation
for the winter of
their separation
6.
mesmerized by the
contrast on his fingers
the essence of her
7.
from behind
he holds her teacup body
in symmetry to his own
8.
speechless
their moves are graceful
without thinking
9.
the flesh of a female
and the sweet promise
orchids in the garden
10.
dark moon setting
where she rests her head
to rise again
The Waiting GameHear me read itThe Waiting Game4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I gripped the ladder fiercely until my knuckles whitened and my bones complained at the strain. I remained this way, like a rigor mortised superhero until my mind associated the tight throttling hold on the wood with the concept of choking someone; at which point I let go, momentarily, alarmed by the violence of my own thoughts.
The slight shudder rippled up through the fluidous wood and you complained loudly of my carelessness. We laughed and you dripped paint down trying to cut open my scalp with splashes of mint. Mrs Coraline banged her walking stick against her kitchen window with a resolute scowl and we tried to straigh
Soft Footsteps4 months ago in Free Verse
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In Red5 months ago in Free Verse
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I would love to say6 months ago in Free Verse
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Fly-by4 months ago in Free Verse
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Sometimes Surrender Is Immediate6 months ago in Free Verse
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MetamorphosisSomething is wrong, I can sense it.Metamorphosis5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something is changing, changing me.
A strange feeling, slowly it swells
And suddenly the world is upside down.
Reaction by others, a mystery.
They act all so strange, but why, why?
I need to get out, out of our world
Suddenly the perfect fit's too small.
Pain, pain, pain, everywhere
Inside, outside, somebody help!
Why, what's going on, why does it hurt?
Help me, end it! End it all!
What's going on? What did you do to me?
Oh, poor thing, I see you there.
Ah, your conversion has begun.
All these changes, all the pain
Blur you senses, cloud your mind.
Hush, hush, don't be scared.
It's only na
THE WOMAN BY THE SEAAs the day grows old with clouds of pinkTHE WOMAN BY THE SEA4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
there’s a woman standing by the sea
with a fading sun that seems to wink.
She is looking down without a blink
to contemplate what may not be
as the day grows old with clouds of pink.
Her desires never seem to sink
as she’s whispering a silent plea
with a fading sun that seems to wink.
It is by the sea she likes to think
for it is here her soul roams free
as the day grows old with clouds of pink.
The sand beneath her feet like mink
her dreams are one big mystery
with a fading sun that seems to wink.
A cool ocean mist her skin will drink
this eloquent woman by the sea.
As the day grows o
Dog Days of SummerThe city is a raw, open carcass.Dog Days of Summer10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I rip into it with my teeth,
tools and weapons alike.
We are bred from our surroundings;
I was born in August,
the son of Sirius and Sol.
Let me tell you what it is to be brought low:
it is a streamlined form of hatred,
to awake in unrelenting heat,
shoved down among vulgarities, drifting
as their glares catch you at every corner.
Is he a threat?
You can watch them drag their ribs through the dust
while you greedily tear into your scraps
behind cooking temple-blocks
(not the scraps they threw at you,
but the ones you fought for).
You're vicious by nature,
but wary by choice.
Asphalt ignites with my stride
as
Serendipity and SnowfallI am la vie en rose,Serendipity and Snowfall6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a newborn with as many mini bones in my body as possibilities.
Lovelily,
I am potential waiting to be tapped into.
I am a spectrum of light,
serenity in the symmetry of a snowflake.
I come veiled in lace from everlasting love's womb with my budding,
fresh,
goose-flesh tucked tenderly underneath.
I spread my spirit wide,
outstretching my feather-tips &,
supplicated by twizzles,
I catch my ballerina's foot & fly.
In these fleeting,
finite moments of ubermensch suspension in multiple salchows comes clairvoyance,
a kindness beyond the absolution of mundane minds.
With the key to perfection being repetition,
I pray you
Caryatides7 months ago in Free Verse
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Final Winter5 months ago in Free Verse
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Hope7 months ago in Free Verse
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A_B_A_N_D_O_N_E_D 6 months ago in Conceptual
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