how it endssomewhere in my mindhow it ends3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a little girl is on a swing, saying
i can't wait, but i will.
who is she?
and somewhere else,
a man gets off a train alone
just as the rain stops
and the skyscrapers pull their wet shadows
off each other.
i sigh. it turns into a yawn.
it turns into a sadness.
this is a poem--
this never happens.
or rather, it's something that only seems to happen.
so don't worry.
it's practically harmless.
it should probably end:
nothing is certain.
but it won't. it will end:
"forget it," i say.
i have a crystal ball
of flashing synapses
in my head
and over and over,
this is all it shows.
maybe i should have begun this by saying
nothing can enter the source.
maybe it would have changed things?
too late, too late.
i sigh. how is it that everything
is so often defined as not everything,
how is it that destiny is not just another word
is there no going back?
i should have started this by saying
a crane like the na
ConnectionsConnectionsConnections2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The consciousness defragmented
Webs of feelings
Reality mixed with dreams
The primal behaviours obtained
Sink into brain matter
Growing, rotting deep inside
I let them come
To wash my trembling body
The silent cries
The glimpses of stupidity
Get lost and change their shapes
Deprived neurons fire madly
Out of control
Out of this plane of existence
That link the good and bad
I let them come
To wash away my body
I stand a pylon
Made of metal and of glass
The pieces of me consumed
Digested and reinvented
By links without a reason
I let them come
And stop trying to make sense
Their origins forever lost
showerI've often heard it saidshower2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that a woman's hips
are for giving life
but the only life
that came from my hips today
in bright red rivulets
racing each other
down my thighs
on trialI collect every manifestationon trial2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of your regard
almost obsessively, hoarding
the evidence, making my love
a crime scene.
There's where the first blood was spilled:
an inside joke was born and you would give me
that secret smile.
I pocketed your hesitancy to end our meetings
as if those inner pangs were palmed notes,
thinking "Does he?"
I stretched yellow tape around
every flicker of your eyes,
every fond movement of your brow—
I guarded my memories against contamination
and hoped against hope
that I could prove this to you.
They make our story difficult
with their contradictory theories.
I pace our scenes, replay conversations,
lay out our timeline.
The longer we let what we know lay
unattended in the weeds
the more obscure this will become;
stand up and speak.
IdentityDrunkenly stumbling, never fully awake.Identity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wash. Rinse. Repeating these old audiotapes.
You build corners out of souvenirs
To stand in after the rain. You
Would like to stay dry, but the roof is
I enjoy B-movies with enemies
While two-faced friends poison my bubbly.
Superstitions are instinct, and you wear
Crosses to keep the vampires away, only
Praying in secret when you fear Hell's
alienthe flagrant impossibility,alien3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the undeniable otherness of you
(ineluctable and raw
as a cracked egg,
glints in every turn of your eyes.
you are a universe
a system of Heavenly bodies
heavy with influence:
planets whir at your fingertips,
I wonder how you see me:
as a dispassionate judge of the cosmos,
my actions a blur in a sea of
equal and opposite?
or—do I excite you?
do you ponder the
composition of my atmosphere,
the molten heat at my core?
do you ever,
for a single, measured moment,
forget your station
and allow yourself to be pulled
into my gravity,
playing electron to my
barely there, nearly
jumping energy levels,
if this is true,
I also know
that when you remember yourself,
pulling the threads of myriad orbits
tighter about you,
there is an electric sort of magic in your gaze
whenever it meets mine.
InconsequentialSuch an irony, to be so close to you,Inconsequential2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so accidentally intimate. So sad those costumes
we had borrowed, disguises for those who
otherwise might have recognised our shades.
If only the moment had supported
the depths of our hidden agenda, if only
our potentiality had exploded around us.
As I departed you proffered your hand,
I felt your transcendent smile. You
turned your back, for your next assignment
was closing in on you. I walked away
as the door was closing behind me.
Pisces"…so drown me. I mean, if you can."Pisces3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A threat in her eyes. Triple dog dare.
And I'm on edge but I don't wanna show her just yet.
"Now you can't honestly expect me to be foolish enough?
Drowning fish is a fruitless endeavor."
She smiles, all fury and triumph. Her ocher eyes ignite; flickering then flaming.
"O' but sister, are you not a fish, same as I?
Are we not of the same blood, the same scales?"
And I hesitate, ever-cautious.
What's she hinting at? Huh, sis'?
What's that card sewn up your sleeve?
I hesitate for just a moment too long.
"And you would believe it impossible, no?
A difficult enterprise to say the least?"
She carves words out of atmosphere,
pronounces every syllable with refined practice.
An artisan's articulation.
I find myself shivering; hyperaware and feverish.
I am not of you, I am of nothing.
Blood is water, blood is air.
And I'm too silent and shaky and she knows,
LiarYour words are wovenLiar2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Together so carefully
That no one could possibly
Find a single hole in them.
No one can see the emotions you hide,
Or what you really did last night.
No one can see the real you.
No one, but me.
clef(t)any violinistclef(t)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
could be a neurosurgeon
both possess a certain
dexterity of hand,
a delicacy with
(and love for) their
a joy in manipulating them
to create form
both can calm nerves,
with a swift and decided
twitch of a finger.
bargainif you wanted me to,bargain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could be your muse:
paint your prose purple, prick
your metaphor ‘til it sang,
lure your ideas
into lurid, tragic urgency
and watch them take flight.
I could inspire
with the best of them,
spill words like oil
into your open mouth, empty
head: I could
make my poetry
poet, what?Dickinson pitter-pattered through the infinite winter morn' of her mind-poet, what?11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a reflection merely caught in a crystal's pupil
prying eyes rigid cracked fingers and bitten,
shatter said crystal-
what is the meaning? why?
no- why find meaning when it already means-
straight backbone and an english pointer's heart,
it already means-
no "ing" !
"ing" is on the tip of the tongue of timelessness
venus is fox hearted and minded,
yet still choking on that one
just shimmer your teeth
by flossing with mean
your teeth are white enough
We are burning like sunsYour dreams do not reside in a far-flung galaxy,We are burning like suns1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
wishing on the stars arching above our planisphere
will not bring them any closer.
Your strength does not hide around the endless curve
of a winding riverbend,
currents cannot take you there, paddles will not help.
As a pin-head holds millions of atoms, so too does
every cell in your body, every pore.
Your dreams lie nestled in the ravines of your palms,
and you are star-dust;
Strength is pooled within your blood,
you hold a universe within your spine and the cosmos
inside your skin is full of unlimited
Indifference.AccusatoryIndifference.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Just a taste..?"
Fangs and a forked tongue
snake in the grass.
"If she is the one you want then go..."
disengagementeach breath from youdisengagement3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a broken promise;
you exhale on the wings
of grim betrayal.
I make no apology
to a woman watching
with no eyes; you are
blind to my effort.
I merely gather my fears
(much as I might gather my skirts)
and retreat into the water,
soaking up your anger like a blessing.
you thrive on my lacking
the way I revel in your passion,
though it is against me.
I do not want your return.
Lost ReligionI once loved a man that I had never metLost Religion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Was told to fear a man I never knew.
A man who thoughts exceeded mines
Whose judgment was always true
An idea of conformity; no room for thought
All good soldiers fall in line
Unquestioning devotion to this perfect being
But all tales of perfection has its cracks
Cracks for which the truth shines through
This man was not perfect, not in the slightest
Bigotry, misogyny, and homophobia
The very essence of hatred
How could truth be so crooked?
Love be so blackened?
On the contrary, this man was flawed
So, he cannot tell us how to live
He cannot tell us how to love
Truth is, he was never better than us
Because he was always one of us
Goodbye?I can see it comingGoodbye?3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your inevitable shatter
I can hear it coming
The words that you fear to utter
I can feel it breaking
That heart you pretend doesn't exist
I can hear it falling
The tear you struggle to dismiss
Now in my hands
Our fate reluctantly rests
And here in my hands
My decisions are put to the test..