DIE DIE FASTER NOW!DIEDIE DIE FASTER NOW!3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
INTO THE GROUND!
AWAY FROM ME!
FROM ALL YOUR HAUNTINGS!
FROM ALL YOUR TAUNTINGS!
DON'T COME BACK ANOTHER DAY!
FROM ALL THIS PAIN!
FROM YOUR HEAVY CHAINS!
FOR ALL YOUR LIFE!
LIFE FOR LIFE!
US FROM THE PAIN!
US FROM THE CHAINS!
YOU FROM MY HEAD!
YOU TO THE DEAD!
THOSE WHO HAUNT!
THOSE WHO TAUNT!
A Poet IsA poet is a liar with a silver tongue pen, and a bleeding heart on the other end.A Poet Is4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We are anagrams and metaphors and sphinxes in sheep skin.
Every letter is an actor that we send into the wind,
And we're only as good as the words you believe in.
countlessit doesn't matter that you're brokecountless6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if you've got friends -
and after that
there's always words
'cause they don't whine
or let you down,
just give you cancer
turn your money into smoke
then stand outside and huddle
in the rain
hotbox in cars
tuesdays lying in the park
i lost my scarf
there goes my train
again, last cigarette
late, tea in the oven
boots on the step
watch your step
wash your hands
whisper me things
yellow submarine, pop tarts
time to leave
you are an aeroplane.
take off my dress
tired now, later?
staple it shut,
don't let air make
contact with blood
count your eyelashes
count my breaths
bad weather makes time,
as the knife goes ini won't smile until i'veas the knife goes in6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
smashed a bottle by your feet
and caught you from tripping in
your highheels when you flinched
we'll go home and pull
the shards from your ankles,
pretending diamonds grow from
your skin; making the hurt
(imagine a world where
currency is how much pain
maybe we'd smile at
our muggers, and say,
as the knife goes in)
we'll dine at dusk
on the back of a pickup truck
with two chairs and a round table
under New Mexico's blush
and you can call it
i'll just say we're
'cause who doesn't
like it rough
after the initial
if life's a car ride
trust that when i climb in,
we'll ignore every hitchhiker
asking for a kind lift
passion evaporating thorough oceans,
pleading hymns dyeing skies,
strip history of emotions,
wave the Mayans goodbye,
have some wine in Hokkaido,
Japan i love you goodnight,
would i give you
When, WhenIts like when you ran over my cat last December and I said it was okay but it really wasnt and you tighten your grip on my arm and I dont care anymore because, fuck, it was just a cat right?When, When7 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Or when we went bowling and I pulled sevens and nines all night and you bowled strike after strike after golden strike and I swear you were immaculate and floating when you jumped victorious and I sat by the score sheet and all the powers of man and nature and beast and god were barely able to keep my head up and my eyes focused on the ocular feast, the glory of you.
And when we were walking home after the movies and the wind blew acerbic and jealous and stricken blind, groping to finger flesh within our coats and scarves and boots like the denizens of Sodom and Gomorrah and we are as Lots daughters left like the lamb for the spiritual slaughter but the angels come in the form of your father in the family minivan offering us a ride and I desperately want to say yes but you s
A Ghost For Every SeasonIn the spring, amid the tall grass, the swamp grassA Ghost For Every Season6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the outskirts of a wood
he takes her paint smeared fingers,
sepia, crimson, vermilion branding
the ivory white palette of her hands,
and presses each one to the curl of his mouth;
sucking and biting and longing for sustenance from the
ochre, copper, violet streaking her blue-veined skin.
She smiles with eyes that match the sky
and gives him all her strength.
In the summer, under the green leafed canopy
she laces flowers in her hair,
dances across the umber of the
forest floor, braids and ribbons streaming.
He watches her with folded arms, flicking ash idly,
until she twirls to him collapsing against
his chest in a flurry of flesh and chiffon.
He blesses her graces
with kisses of wonder.
In the autumn by the dirt path on the leaf- strewn ground
he plucks the last of the deep indigo blackberries
from the brambles and brings them to her lips,
places them upon her expectant tongue.
And when the wind begins to blow too cold
he wraps her
now she's AWAYPain spreading in my soul, salt water running away from my eyes, I can still hear her voice, when she laughs, when she's sad and she runs to hug me and cry on my shoulder, when she comforts me, I tried to block the flash backs, tried to forget the past, I can't sleep, every time I close my eyes I keep seeing the moment that destroyed my life:now she's AWAY6 years ago in General More Like This
Before 3 months:
She was laughing out loud, she was so happy, she held my hand and put it on her big belly, I felt our baby moving inside her, I never saw her so happy before, 10 days left for the delivery date, her eyes sparkled with joy, but suddenly there was pain, and she screamed, her hands on her huge belly, she screamed again, I didn't know what to do, I was shocked, "call 911" she screamed again, I grabbed the phone and dialed, "911; what's the emergency??" someone answered me, I felt my voice shake and the tears streamed down my face, "I-I-I ne-e-e-d-d an am-mbul-lanc-ce" I said, "what's the emergency?" he repeated, but I could
Selkie There is a fisherman sitting on a rock by the shore; his forlorn grey eyes watching grey clouds rolling over apathetic grey waves, and beyond, a grey horizon.Selkie3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He sits with empty hooks, empty nets, empty stomach, wrapped in layers of clothes like broken shutters that do not keep the chill out. Young and tan, he is, skin chapped by the wind, broad shouldered and well muscled from breaking his back dawn to dusk.
That must be all he knows, a grey life of work and water.
come to the shore,
and I will meet you there.
I am velvet,
I am smooth.
come down to the water.
let's play in the sea.
Forget your empty stomach,
there is only me
and the rolling waves.
Forget your net,
and your steel hooks,
they have nothing on me.
Must I come to you, for you see me not? I am shedding my skin, for you, fisherman.
Behold now the fair maiden down by the shore; my ivory skin, rose in the
tattoo artistone time you compare me to a dancer.tattoo artist6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i ask why.
you claim my every movement is as graceful
as the gentle turning of the earth,
as precise as the path of a raindrop
shattering perfectly into glass.
Where did you read that? Shakespeare?
Ye of little faith. I don't dance.
dumb puppy, soft-headed loser,
i adore you but i do not trust your brains.
it is freezing outside when we walk across
the gap between
cars, and you show me what it feels
like to be touched by numb
lips, pressed against a wall of my reticence
like a bone-chilling wind.
It was just a kiss. Why did you look at me that way?
For once I thought somebody understood.
i close the door
to keep out wind and fear and confusion and you.
it doesn't take me long to explain all
your bad points.
in summary, you are a selfish reckless rock-solid
phony with gossamer insides and armor out
idiot for love, unstable as ripe volcanic magma
and just as passionate.
But I will follow you on destruction's path.
Boy, we'll blaze out
RestlessThere will always be wars and men who will fightRestless5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who will leave you cold and crying at night
And the candles will burn but never as bright
As the eyes of the love who held you tight.
Will they come home and kiss you?
When alone will they miss you?
When they die will you cry?
Because you know they will die.
They will die and so will you and so will I.
The People CarversThe breeze carries bits of love on its bones:The People Carvers6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lovers are carvers of people, shredding
Pieces away from the core, whittling
And sawing...and sometimes grazing the soul.
I caught a bit of laughter that was thrown:
A man with half a smile, always drinking,
Scraped away joy from his wife's lips thinking
Supper should be finished when he came home.
The trick is never to break but to bend:
Hold on to your heart, keep your soul and mind,
But let love slice away sorrow and hurt.
There are fragments of me on the wind:
We've all left some trace of ourselves behind
Floating away in dusty surrender.
Get Beat UpI fucking love waking up with a broken nose, swollen eyes, hungover, cold, gutter-stench sallow in last nights damp rags. The lace on my left shoe is missing for some reason. Im covered head to toe in caked mud, or shit its all over the floor, footprints stitching a path from the doorway to the bathroom to in front of the couch where I apparently fell and blacked out, leaving a sort of lurid black snow angel in my wake. Jake is still in the bathroom, face-down in the toilet where he passed out. Hes pissed his pants. Hope hes not dead. Smells like it. Maybe its better if he is.Get Beat Up7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, probably not.
Theres vomit in the sink. Two teeth, a canine and a lateral incisor, gagged up, dried to the sides. I kick Jake in the ribs and tell him to get the fuck up. He starts and blinks vacantly at the base of the bowl, breathing raggedly. Whyd you have to puss out on my like that? I could have died. Maybe thats what you were trying for? Fuck y
they are but clichesthey are but clichésthey are but cliches7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
we are two of a kind,
halves of a whole,
faces in a crowd.
if we are coffee and cream,
let me be the coffee
since i am darker
and have a passion for café au lait and espresso.
let us not be two socks,
since mismatched things are more beautiful anyways
and socks are to be worn on feet and thrown in corners.
i dont want to be the glove to your hand,
though ill gladly cover you.
id rather have your hand in mine
lace my fingers between yours and hold your warmth.
lets run away,
and together we can both be the lust
sleeping under the stars in the back of your car
all tangled up in each other.
are we pretentious enough to think ourselves as celestial
as the sun and moon?
no, we are merely stars if were lucky enough to grace the sky.
ill be the red balloon,
and youll be the string,
tying me down to the ground
i dont want to be the words to your song,
but if i could sin
you're better in my bonesMy favorite architect built that parking ramp that inches closer to the shoreline with each high tide. It is the first to flood and the last to fall. He reminded me that forever can change with a tsunami so don't build beauty, build roots.you're better in my bones5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My favorite artist starved herself to sticks and bones, proving words can't hurt if you could eat them. If the world would eat their words then hatred would be a lot less satisfying. She showed me that I can't feel for something I don't understand.
My favorite teacher kicked me out of class the third day of school. She said I wouldn't listen to instruction and adhere to rules. She taught me that creativity stifles some people and that I don't need to be told how to be who I am. School can't teach life.
My favorite author writes his name in block letters and doesn't number the pages. Nothing makes sense until you read it out of order. He inspired me to kiss goodbye before the hello to make a memory worthy of being remembered.
My favorite martyr was se
Team In our days the word "team" only refersTeam 1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to basketball and football teams.
the university had an affair-ci am the irregular pulse beating in your irregular places.the university had an affair-c6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i come unexpected and you jerk like
i'm a shock.
i am the feather falling gracefully,
falling in love awkwardly,
falling over, under, into --
i am falling irregularly.
i am the burglar of your teddybear dreams,
the editor-in-chief of mischief,
the personifications of vice and sin,
the deaf soldier flaunting tired fatigues
burning the mandolin your dead grandmother
gave you for your fourth christmas
because she played silent night
while you waited for santa to take you to neverland.
(and he's never coming;
i poisoned his cookies)
i'm the teardrop falling from the sky
and the raindrop falling down your cheek.
i'm your sunburn; i'm your sunscreen.
i'll be the one who hurts you and then
makes you feel better.
i'm the chill of your broken backbone,
the tingling of your scoliosis spine,
the twisted kitestrings in the relationship
you let go of,
and the fever in your knotted bowels
from a hard day's gossip
and a long nig
Eden-After the FallTepid water will not burnEden-After the Fall6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Here it is the candle's turn
To skim across remorseless ice:
Snake eyes roll the devil's dice.
Upside down the martyrs crawl
Floating low the angels fall
I saw my face within the flame:
Why will the wind not call my name?
Break a piece of bread for me
And feed it to the birded tree
Fruit of flesh, the sin made man:
Here long gone the world began.
If only I couldI long to take away your nightmaresIf only I could6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To whisper I love you
To tear away the heartache
That follows everything you do
If I could take away your pain
It would only be enough
Just to show you to the light
Of something else to love
If I could remove the passing darkness
That fills deep inside your soul
I would want it to be enough
To finally make you whole
If I could share one more moment
Just listening to you laugh
I'd climb the highest mountain
Or tickle a giraffe
I know that every moment
You try to hide your pain
I just wish there was something
To take you from the rain
If I could find it, I promise
Straight from my heart
To lead you far away from that
And out of the dark
I'd do my best to find you
your own special peace
If only you'd take my hand
I'd try to make it cease
I won't make you follow
I'd let you come and see
I'd try... If you'd let me..
immortalin the light ofimmortal5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
church windows he
wraps his hand
in a grey cloth
like a mummy forgetting
his home address
and sleeping in
pews instead of
eyes dry and lips
bending into a familiar
i write the verses
on my knees
so i can find them
when i need them
his skin breaks
and water rushes
pushing rocks like
beetles to the ground
and then he tumbles
and i wonder who
his heaven is.
Remember 7 things foreverRemember 7 Things:Remember 7 things forever5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
1. You'll learn from all of your experiences.
2. You'll find wisdom every day.
3. You'll have reasons to be happy.
4. You'll be loved by me and others forever.
5. You'll be inspired to make new things.
6. You'll find peace and essential truths.
7. You're part of a universe that will never die.
There's no one on earth, who can stop you from changing and living your own way. Don't let others bother you. Live the way you wish. You don't need to worry about anything!
You can't even imagine all of the world's troubles, most of the time. You did not cause them. Let go of your past. You should set yourself free and be happy about your greatest accomplishments. Imagine beauty. Imagine life. Avoid death and destruction.
to unfriend or not to unfriendhello, i just wanted to tell you i think you're adorableto unfriend or not to unfriend5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
oh wait nevermind, you're just going to delete it anyway
blame the coins, blame my heart, blame last night's dream
for thinking i could be your Kurt, and you could be my Blaine
some kind of catharsishave you ever driven real early in the morning high? well all the cars seem like extensions of what they are- long and tall and rectangular figures. they seem three feet away but they come at you so slow. and the sky is really grey even if it's not. you're not the type of girl who anyone would expect to do anything, but you really are. your younger brother is in the backseat and the guy from down the street is sitting beside you. he's talking about how dank this shit is but it doesn't really matter because you can't feel your legs anymore. or your arms. and you roll the windows all the way down and stick your hand out because, jesus, dear god, you can't lose feeling of your limbs while your younger brother is in the backseat. but the cold doesn't help much. just barely tingles a little. and you don't listen to the guy next to you telling you something about your coffee- you just chug it down, even though it's scalding your mouth, because you can't feel it. you can't tell if he's sayingsome kind of catharsis5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This