CheatsThe light makes cheatsCheats2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of us both,
so we change clothes
in the greedy dark
or thinking twice.
We do not touch,
our skin afraid to lose
or breathe too close.
We pass in the street
but do not acknowledge
in the glare of taxi cabs
or the stiff pull of elevators.
We do not rub elbows
or let our shoulder blades
But I would know you
anywhere - any place
the sun is uneasy
and the skin of us
or strangers are told
in another direction.
FlamesThere are flames whereFlames3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his head should be -
forty pieces of silver
a dressing gown, a pipe
a poem left in the fireplace.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stone angels on the battlefield
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
there's nothing that feels quite like this.Maybe the problem is that I don't know what a love story should sound like. I haven't figured out what order I should put the words in to make it read just right. I do, however, know what it feels like, but pushing around nouns and adjectives just to make it grow is the hardest thing I'll ever do. And it's true that I've tried it before and maybe I succeeded once, but since then I've learned the way real love washes through veins, and rumbles through the shifting and settling of bones until it changes you completely in a way that is absolutely unyielding. Perfect. Simple. It's not angry, or jealous, it doesn't hurt. It isn't like before. So now words don't come so easy, since I'm not sure which ones will cheapening the moments, the feelings, you.there's nothing that feels quite like this.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And god, I could never do that to you, since the only thing I know with completely certainty is that you are the only thing that saves me. That moves me. That completes me. Without you, I'd be less than nothing. Alone. Forgotten. It's e
KitesI watch your kite disappearing -Kites3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
slowly slipping through your fingers
like a defiant act of love.
The laurel wreaths I crowned you with -
sweet Adonis to a maid,
shivering on your cool, wet skin.
I said that I could set you free
but you never would believe me.
Are you scared?Would you like to play a game; a game based on chance?Are you scared?3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you win, your reward will be awakening from this trance
From these dreams, these disillusions, these harsh subjugations;
These nightmares, these terrors, these frustrating constructions;
Upon midnight, by the deserts moon, rise these shadow's delight
Dancing, pouncing, chanting, till they burn out by twilight
Their awakening frightens you? Are you truly scared?
Figments of your imaginations, illusions declared
Dreams of tragedy interspersed with melancholy
Myriads of shadows locked in webs, a discordant hegemony
Necrotic perforations, no doubt sadistic manipulations
But isn't that what you are; a chord of vicious lamentations.
Our ScarsScars fade, but never disappear completely. However, that's not necessarily a bad thing. Scars remind you of the battles you've fought, the trials you've faced and overcome. They show the world that you're human. You've struggled through life just as everyone else has at one point or another. You came out of the battle, not unscathed, but alive. You won the fight. If you hadn't, you'd still be bleeding. But you're not. You're wounds have healed and all that remains are little scars. But these scars aren't ugly. They're beautiful in their own way. They show your weaknesses that have or soon will become your strengths. Sure, they do stilll hurt somethimes, but that just proves that your wounds are slowly, but surely healing. The pain will lessen, it just takes time. Be patient.Our Scars3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
One day, perhaps you'll see yourself
PaganWhen the tree limbs move madly aboutPagan3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And whisper incantations through their leaves
The moon is fat and full and brings gifts
To those who know the old stories
And place sweet dreams gently in their heads
These are the days and nights to be treasured
When the pumpkins are full and the grass is tall
A Pagan love song to the universe is sung
The world rests at ease for a short while
And everything is in its place
Sonnet to a FatherSonnet to a FatherSonnet to a Father5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fifty summers could not soften your face,
Nor the bitter frost of winter break it.
For deep in your eyes an eternal grace
Churns slowly, though it is lost I'll admit.
Impossible for any man to see,
You will hide it from us all forever.
Seeking the cold comfort of a banshee,
Instead of your family; however,
Because of your distance, hatred and lies,
I've grown as a person, stronger inside.
Hope and devotion shine bright from my eyes,
And from conflict I'll never have to hide.
For you were my Father only in name.
Without you to hate, I'd not be the same.
I am trying to be honest,but I write so fucking floweryI am trying to be honest,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it makes me sick,
rose scented stars & love.
Her: helpless as a lamb,
I want raw, aching
bone against bone
exploring the exposed, naked
poetry of her universe-
( warm, celestial hands
forging sandcastle ribs. )
Southern earth beneath her feet,
wanderlust burned like Apollo's touch
into her spinal cord, please awaken
the empty space between her skin
Scorpion"Show me your bones."Scorpion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the atlas of her thighs quaked
as she misplaced her skin
in the backseat of his car.
"I'm a scorpion, you know-"
a messy promise
& she smirked,
sure of her limbs,
her scars, & her teeth.
"I dare you to stake claim to this clavicle."