Note To SelfTruth is, I don't know anymore.
Every string, unwinding, unweaving.
The unlikely demise of a tapestry.
I'd like to remind you of… well, a lot of things.
And I'm sorry, but there's no theme.
No message to be had.
These are just words.
I am just words.
Oceanic Love Does Not Mean ForeverI do not want you to tell meOceanic Love Does Not Mean Forever1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
of crooked smiles and offshore
moonbeams woven with nightingale
words. You are living in
after memories. You have forgotten
I will live in a way that's unorthodox.
I only want for you
to be lonely and small,
but it's for your own good, you know.
Breathe it in, hold it in, hold yourself
between each of your heartbeats.
Change because some things are
like estranged runaways caught between
the tilt of the earth.
I was the ocean in you
and you didn't understand.
Havens of WoolThe safety of homeHavens of Wool1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's too novel to me
I've wandered alone
Was lost at sea
But lights took me home
Away from my demons
And the homesickness I've always known
Became buried beneath lighter feelings
My heart's no longer in chains
My soul's no longer a prisoner
For a sailor saved me from the waves
Together we leave behind the sea forever.
note to self.dear me,note to self.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
stop loving the boy with the aquamarine eyes and the irregular heartbeats.
he's a kleptomaniac and he's stealing your breaths
(like he stole your heart to replace his failing one)
because his lungs are full of smoke and cobwebbed sadness and you're exhaling
stardust and dreams.
he stole a little bit more of your sun showered soul each time he gave you one
of his starshine kisses
(a fair trade, i think)
and he could've slit your throat with his razor-edged smile each time he planted
his lips on your collar bone but he spared your life because it meant something
[i think he'd like to watch you die because your last words would still be iloveyou.]
i haven't forgottentell me, boyi haven't forgotten1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
who is your god.
do not say it
is the limbs
that spread you
do not tell me it is
hands wrapping a head
board, nor a mouth
tugging your name
i want to know who it is
that makes you lucent,
bent beneath the dark,
because there is no divinity
like the one that makes
My Prickly LegsI haven't shaved my prickly legs in a week, and I smell like moldy tacos, but he still can't sleep without me.My Prickly Legs1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Sunlight smiles through the missing plastic blinders on our window. The explosion of Sunday morning through my eyelids shakes me up, and I stretch below the blanket, basking in the warmth of his clingy skin. My hair is sprawled on his face, and he crunches his nose when I brush it away. I giggle. He is beautiful.
I stare as his eyebrows twitch in some unnamed dream and he clings tighter to my waist, as if I would ever want to leave this sinful bliss and the stench of morning-after lust. His body is unsculpted, and soft; a neckbeard springs closely below his chin and tickles my cheek where it fits so perfectly. I start to tear up the longer I look at him, but then I notice that I haven't blinked in 3 minutes.
The apartment is a mess- a cozy studio sprinkled with the laundry we can't afford to wash, surrounding the bed like a moat of sweaty poverty. But all I smell is him, and h
Happily Never AfterIt appears we are nothing more than just mere puppets, childhood playthings to be thrown around and disposed of as you wish.Happily Never After5 years ago in Teen More Like This
I remember when we used to be able to wish upon a shooting star, sit atop the traffic lights and watch the cars pass us by. (Back then we had all the time in the world.) Its crazy how quickly things can change. I turned my head for one second and then you were gone. Poof, right into the thin air. I closed my eyes, rubbed them, shook my head; I did all I could think of in hopes you would magically return. (But you never did, and I fear you never will) I now sit atop those same traffic lights alone and dejected, pathetically continuing to watch the cars pass us, no now just me, by. I believe if I stay there long enough youll come back to me. (I never was one to think realistically) Every now and then someone will honk at me and wave and it will lift my spirits a little, only to have them crash right back down when
insomnia to keep you closefalling asleep with the windowsinsomnia to keep you close1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
open, with morning curling
around you like a drop of blue
ink in a glass of water,
turquoise and unwritten;
remembering when early dawn
was a secret you kept
in a soft, aortic pocket—
your dead lighter spinning
to the floor of Lake Ontario,
a halo of its bygone, synergetic flame.
sleep, as an elephant1.sleep, as an elephant2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is strange to see you
older and out of love with me
it is similarly strange to see me
younger and out of love with you.
i want to
throw my arms around your neck
thank you for
leading me to believe in love,
thank you for
showing me what the cock does
when it crows and summons the morning.
thank you for laying in my bed,
breathing my breath.
thank you for laying in my bed,
with your head on my breast
listening to the fluttering
bird in its nest.
thank you for staining my bed-
with your salt, it was blessed.
thank you for leaving my bed,
giving my dreams to its next.
thank you for, out of all the rest,
choosing me as the first, remembering
me with the best.
thank you for june,
and then june again.
thank you for december, and
thank you for the time
that helped me break my body in-
thank you for two ticks
on the wall of not-forever.
thank you for june to june to december.
in a few years,
when you are older still and i am
getting even younger, i want to take
Chasing RainbowsToo many days spent drowning in inkChasing Rainbows1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too many nights smothered by shadows
Too many hours lost at sea
Too many demons to stop the bleeding
Too many moons sitting shattered in the dark
Too many moments of potent fragility
Too many storms weathered alone
Too many memories to want to go home
Too many fears that freeze lungs instantly
Too many mirrors making fraud reality
Lights are fading grey
The air's getting cold
There's not enough time left
To keep chasing rainbows
where the dust settlesyou drew away with the filth of the tide,where the dust settles3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
took a promise you would never keep.
i look for you in everyone.
are you bruised and bleeding and on your knees.
is the light in your eyes,
you were so god-damn beautiful.
SupernovaThese stars are burning outSupernova2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This night is bright with destruction
Wish upon this burning creation
Wish upon the bricks of the future
Forging WorldsBeneath silver clouds,Forging Worlds1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
android insects skitter
across timeless trees.
stephaniemy sorrowsstephanie2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
are not greater than or equal to
we are all plagued by the
distortions of other human beings
it is living
when i say that i am okay
i do not expect for you to figure out
if i am rotting or breathing
i simply mean i am accepting
i am walking away from a window
with a sign that reads,
because i have realized
this happened to me, and that is okay
astronomerswhen we're togetherastronomers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dusk is containable; the moon in my palms
and the stars on your ceiling.
we lull the city to sleep
with our theories of life; my tongue curling
do you remember,
when Jupiter was a silver wick, lighting its countless moons?
you balanced a cigarette off your lips,
and I watched the vermillion flame burn life
as a newborn sun;
planets moulding and constellations snaked
above our eyes.
what it would be like to be curled
inside the embers creator and destroyer
so close to your lips.
CernunnosHear the wind blowingCernunnos2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the trees
You wander in the woods
Wondering what's there
The sound of a branch
Breaking fills the air
You feel the hair on your
Neck stand as you turn
Someone was there, but
No one stands there now
You turn to the side
And see a shadowed figure
So What Do I Do?If only I could read your mindSo What Do I Do?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If only I could interpret you emotions
Understand what you're going through
See through your eyes
Hear through your ears
Feel through your heart
If only I knew how to help you
But I can't
And I don't
And it's killing me
So what do I do?
MyiagrosYou went quietlyMyiagros2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like granite with finesse
Days and nights
The come down monster
I had a drink
Six, seven, eight more
Always and sometimes
The weeks of illness
Before it pulled your eyes shut
No small talk
Just plain, empty time
I walked to the store for smokes
Struggled not to howl
There was fly paper nailed to the register
Legs still moving
And I knew what they were buzzing for
Hell had found you first
with thanks to frost Now with a reading.with thanks to frost1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
two roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
and here you are:
facing a choice between
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
this is what
summergirlNow read aloud over here. Do give it a listen, won't you?summergirl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are crowthroated and tumbling
through the aspen grove
hair on fire with sunrise, lungs
full of sky.
eyelashes like wildflowers
and every morning brings
a new spray of freckles
and a sharper curve to your collarbones.
the cornfields hold no shadows
for your lighthouse eyes
and there are no endings in that
ii. you have grown
autumn finds you with broken ankles
leaning on an oak branch
and watching the skies.
crow to sparrow--you are quiet.
summergirl, there is peace in silence,
fallen antlers in your hands.
you will come to mourn your deer.
keep them close.
iii. by winter you have paled,
and like the streams
your eyes have frosted over.
you feel the chill--
there is no need for sight.