Ride in the rainI love to ride in the rain,Ride in the rain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On my bicycle with greasy chain,
It's a feeling I cannot explain,
Ride on my bike in the rain.
Though the rain floods the street,
The muddy roads are not very neat.
Again, there is the wind to defeat,
It can also cram my feet.
Yet the rain is quite a treat,
It is better than the scorching heat.
The rain cools me down,
Though, I may look like a clown,
It doesn't bring me down,
Cause I love to be the rain soaked clown.
It is like a toiling break,
Often makes me shiver and shake,
Sometimes my health is at stake,
Yet I love to take this break.
I ride on my bike in the rain,
You may think, I am insane,
It is a feeling I cannot explain,
The joy of riding in the rain.
someone in the world loves youtoo bad it's not mesomeone in the world loves you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blitzkrieg luminanceAnywhere there's smoke, anywhereblitzkrieg luminance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's light; anywhere there's
a riot, a reason, and a military,
there will be pharaohs entombed
in their houses and in fields
of sanguinary debris. A clarion
of triumph will echo into the sky;
now they sing of Sumer, they sing
of wheat and rye and hops,
trembling in bloodstained fatigues
under the sickle moon's soothing
lights. The only smoke now whistled
from the pockmarked earth, an argent
joke among thieves and warriors.
The pyramid homes lined
outside the modern day
Colosseum, silver madonna'd lawns,
idols in every window. Children
escaping doorways, gambolling
into the open arms of heroes.
Anywhere there's smoke,
there will be burning effigies;
anywhere there's smoke,
there will be dancing victories.
And anywhere there's light,
there will be greenery.
politics and nonsense and andsI was King of the Psychopaths:politics and nonsense and ands5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mussolini and I crashed dozens
of parties full of technoblasting
stereos, hard liquor, neonlights,
dirty lingerie, and graverobbers.
We broke every law of physics-
we defied gravity, split an atom,
defied the spacetime continuum
with our heads hanging over my
fireplace, sparing seven minutes
as we returned to 1850 to throw
a banquet with the Roman Gods.
I am not an ampersand I am not
a run-on sentence I am not your
best lover I am not your lover at
all I am not anybody's lover I am
not missing punctuation I am not
missing my eyes I am not missing
you I am not missing dead Italian
dictators during target practice--
There shall only be one truth It is:
nobody makes me happier but you
this is where all hell brokeit started with you and me and the way the pavement glowed after it rained. technicolor lights streamed the asphalt, they reflected across our skin as you put your index fingers in the belt-loops of my faded jeans, and pulled my hips into yours. i remember the air telling me how we matched so divinely. our bones stuck out from our skin in the most sublime way, behind our eyelids we hid our spheres so we wouldn't see the vacancy they held. we froze matter and pushed every molecule away as we closed in the space between our lips, between our torsos, between our hearts. we stopped the hands of every ticking clock and every electric current brightening houses and all the christmas lights, because we had enough. we had enough of everything lingering infront of us, running from our fingertips, except you and me and the way the pavement glowed after it rained.this is where all hell broke5 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
"baby, everything's fine." you'd say.
(kenophobia- fear of voids or empty spaces)
diagnose me something other than
cracks in my mindsometimes i think the boy who hurts himself is beautiful. my breath paints my windowsill a shade of intrigue as i watch his shadow dance underneath a nearby streetlight. he lets the streetlights become his suns at night because at twelve noon he's off somewhere planning his next breath. he's off somewhere driving for miles wondering if for once he'll find his way. i've come to memorize the way he would play everything safe, the way he would check boxes and believe that life was some list. the way the air was thick as his lips would play tictacto down my body in a pattern i knew all too well. (someone had to win) i were the o's as i asked him 'what're those marks' and he were the x's as he muffled a 'it doesn't matter' and he would win another round as he would strike his palms over my skin, and spit profanity in my ear. (but someone had to win) and slowly we were both becoming tangled in each other's bones, as it was too hard, too hard to move against each other. you coulcracks in my mind5 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
late nightsit's the morning after the night beforelate nights6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the wind blows cold past his face like
a train bound for no where
she's tightly grasping the bottle that she told
all her secrets to
& it comforted her soul
by sending her into a black oblivion of
bright stars and messed up dreams
[she's leaning on that little bit of hope he
breathed into her lungs]
but last night was something she'd never seen.
pupils round and black like two penny's fallen
she was once a girl,-she was once a girl,5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's the silence at the very bottom of the night, and the way i passed out smiling, knowing that you were coming soon. it's the way i woke up in hospital with your hands on my arms, and your eyes more bloodshot than mine. it's the pain i saw in you, and the way my whole world ended in that moment.
this world is everything but beautiful. beauty is in the ability to smile when you know crying would be easiest, and holding others hearts closer than your own. it's doing the best by everyone else, even if it means doing the worst by yourself.
you're the only beautiful person i've ever met.
you were my first love, and darling, you'll be the last.
harlequinade smilehe has a harlequinade smile and sometimes we fuck under the stars. in the backyard; a mess of drunken, tired limbs shaking in the breeze and shaking under one another, we disregard everything we care about for as long as we want and everything is perfect as long as we keep it that way.harlequinade smile5 years ago in Teen More Like This
we collapse into each other; our heartbeats slowing and our breaths becoming deeper as we lay next to each other and watch what we can see of the stars from our suburban backyard. he tells me they're beautiful, and all i can remember is the real stars; the real night sky without the purple haze of pollution clouding the sky. i want to show him the real night sky one day.
he tells me he wishes moments like these could last forever, as we lie side by side watching as the purple-black sky fades into blue and the stars cease to exist for another day. his dark, tired eyes stare through me and i haven't slept but it doesn't matter, because his smile is warm and his hands gentle, resting in the curve of my back
the one you think is too transparentyour eyes are a cavernthe one you think is too transparent4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or a crevice or a gash in the belly
of the fox laid out
under the wheels of a car that always looks like the one you drove
over me, around me. we were best friends
or would have been & we wrestled
ourselves to sleep
& we cried alone in front of
mirrors & spread the stomach skin of foxes.
your eyes are an operating table. i had everything
taken out of me. your eyes are bubbles
in a jack & coke, the careful folding of your heart
around a corner.
your eyes are your mouth, scripted
over words you've had memorised since your first woman.
i am a paper dress & i interrupt your cheekbones with
your eyes are not coming to bed.
your eyes are
in the paper dress
of a fox dilated in the street & (it wasn't your car
but every car looks like yours &) when we crawled
into her caverns we found
a child & uprooted i
CicadaYou said to me:Cicada4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I think that I am going mad."
And I said:
Your hair was wet; your eyelashes heavy with the weight of it, and you twisted your fingers together, the knuckles knotting like the loose threads of that old shirt that you always wore on Wednesdays.
"My family are all bears", you said to me, "but I am not. I am not brave enough to be a bear."
I thought of my own family, small and squashed in silence and I understood, my heart like a stone where it sat in my throat, stopping my words from coming out.
You breathed out the smoke where it sat in your mouth, trapped beneath your tongue, and the stone of the cemetery wall was cold behind my back. I looked towards the church, the windows lit with soft gold, and I wished that I was inside, singing along with the false words that my head denied me, anything to escape sitting out here, on the cold cement beside you.
"My mother is a bear", you said, "my father too. They watch bear television and eat bear food and laugh at bear
Plan B failed, Plan C will tooi am examined like hairPlan B failed, Plan C will too5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
under your surveillance
for any split ends you
may want to trim off.
can't wrap my head around
won't wrap your head around
to you, i'm so
the complete opposite
of whatever it is you'd
prefer in your notebook
(or wry cardiac muscles)
a chronological catastrophe
so classic, so typical, so you
the ingredients of
the recipe is you
a collab not about butterfliesglitter guts, show us your rainbow blood.a collab not about butterflies5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
untangle the knots between your teeth,
and cut open your scars. tell yourself
you'll remember what to do at the end
of the world: who to love, who to hate,
and why the sun doesn't burn anymore
glitter guts, you'll be a cold beautiful girl
as the world freezes over
a thousand times more;
another hundred for each
rosepetal on your grave;
a million more for every
heart you didn't break.
glitter guts, you'll understand that you died alone;
no one held your hand
or told you it would be okay.
but you won't be lonely--
you'll be a part of everything:
the plants, the sky, the ground.
and glitter guts, your rainbow blood
will seep into the dirt below you;
your skin will fertilize daffodills;
your kidneys will save a child's life;
you'll be wiser and happier
than you've ever been before
at the end of the world.
when it rains - collabi thought of you the other day with paper cuts on your fingers. it doesn't make much sense, but it made me feel like you were made of more than sunlight streaming in through broken windows. it made me feel like you were human, and my irregular heartbeat was consistent in your world.when it rains - collab6 years ago in Teen More Like This
when i thought of you, you were wishing on fallen daises and writing letters to the wind. you always loved wind, i remember. i dont like the wind now, it always reminds me of the way it would shake our window panes at night and i would crawl up next to you and fall asleep on your shoulder.
i felt safe with my head tucked beneath yours and you used to run your hand through my hair and call me special. when you were gone i'd sit in front of the mirror for hours, analyzing the bone structure of my face or the setting of my nose. i would try and find that something that separated me from the pulled out weeds that littered the steps on your front porch, but no matter what angle i used i always seemed dispo
disappointment isnt a papercutit's eleven numberfucking eleven,disappointment isnt a papercut5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i'm listening to Fever, and all
i wish is i could smother the stars
with bandages and predictability.
and Vanilla Twilight just came on,
and you just texted me, and all i
can do is cry and hate myself.
Salutations, Disaster, Kill Mehello,Salutations, Disaster, Kill Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the world ends the day
you forget who you are
the world ended
with world war ii
the world will never end
as long as we're kissing
you've got armageddon
written all over your lips
(let me lick the catastrophe clean)
i don't believe in greetings
or apocalypses or eternity
in world war nineteen,
will you hold my hand?
you don't believe in propaganda
or conspiracies or happy endings
you don't believe in saying
Cinderella's PrinceCinderella's Prince10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why is the princess crying?
Why is her wall crashing down?
Why is she worried it's not real?
Cinderella fell in love.
With a Prince...no less.
'Twas an accident, she swears.
The hopeless romantic.
That's what she was called.
Is the fairytale coming true?
Her Prince is everything she wanted.
For once, her heart may not be broken.
Maybe..maybe her wishes are coming true.
She still feels like it's a dream.
Even after almost a year.
Funny what love does to you.
Where's the glass slipper?
Safe with him, in his heart.
It won't be shattered again.
She let him break the walls down.
She's crying, but out of happiness.
The countless stars granted her wish.
"I wish.." no longer said.
"I love you" took it's place.
The perfect fairytale ending.
Dear Cinderella's Prince,
She loves you. After all..
You're the knight in shining armor.
thieves that smash their goodsit's not you,thieves that smash their goods5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is you.
in that case,
i'll be taking
my life back.
(assuming it still exists)
thunder in your eyesDear whispers,thunder in your eyes5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
have you ever listened to the starlight? i can hear her sing of things i'd never dreamed of. she told me that she woke up to the most beautiful shade of bruised purple against stark white in the sunset splattered sky. i just thought you should know. i miss watching her with you.
on Sunday mornings i bring myself to wake up like an early bird and stare into the mirror. and i look and tell myself the same story I've told to myself for a long time but never to anyone else. that I am the boy of six feet tall. my mother worked as a nurse in this emergency office that would often be the only lit room in the whole town. of small age I've seen scars and cuts, blood, and more blood. smelled death and sterile hospital spray, heard gruesome words and desperate muttering of prayers which seemed to me, have never done any real practical good to the suffering. my dad has gone to live is rich but fucked up life somewhere across the world an
Lost on a long road tripmy retina is slowly stretching,Lost on a long road trip6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
iris toughening, blindness
tracks me like a television.
the cars, too, gleam
of angels who span the paths
this secret garden of glass.
there is a dome, a roman arch,
and the sunlight naked as sculpture.
an image appears.
a word appears.
this is poetry.
the word disappears,
nothing in place of it.
halfway across Illinois in my car
I see Chicago
spread out like cheap insulation.
the world strays
later, at night, behind a wet field
hide ladders of air. The atmosphere
makes a noise like a shutter.
morning comes as I drive
by flat towns where the road
knifes from a false
horizon, and this moment is a couple
exchanging blurred teeth
in the alcove of a Subway.
what is he saying? what is he saying?
well it turns out
the two are demonstrating love--
he is saying: look, baby,
(Here the sun is obliterated in a cloud)
I'm real, I must be, there is
this failing light in my mouth.
IngoI decided long agoIngo7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not to go to Ingo.
Where, deep beneath the pale green sea
All is wild and bold and free.
I decided long ago
Not to stray near Ingo.
Where the Mer surf currents strong
And the day is short, but also long.
I decided long ago
Not to talk of Ingo.
Where secrets lie buried in the sand
And all is allowed, except for land.
I decided long ago
Not to think of Ingo.
Lest I heard the Mermen cry,
Come to us. Leave the Sky.
forgetting how to swim -collabthis is collision.forgetting how to swim -collab5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is why crashing like the
titanic is bad.
this is sinking fast;
having sex with an iceberg,
and getting seasick.
this is getting caught
without lifeboats in the heart
of a hurricane.
this is freezing to
death, a mouth full of water,
crashed against the tide.
this is drowning the
shoreline in your empty hands
this is a shipwreck,
murdered by the atlantic,
this is seawater
curling in your lungs and your
newly stinging eyes.
this is poseidon
turning mermaids into sharks,
washing you away.
this is like finding
atlantis at the bottom
of your empty ribs.
this is riding the
loch ness monster, realising
she's only a myth.
this is reaching the
ocean floor and swallowing
the sand and coral.
this is feeling worse
than the coral, letting a
piranha eat you.
this is the seaweed
turning into a noose to
choke out all your air.
this is an anchor
trapping you--man overboard.
crushed to the seabed.
this is love.
i know a girl.her eyes are like the flowers on my doorstep:i know a girl.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
brilliant, glowing with vibrant color.
her secrets are like the coals in my fire:
red-hot, tender, secluded. deadly.
she hides them with her passionate flames,
that scorch her surroundings through her words
and unquenchable opinions.
the kids, they call her ember
or some times fire girl,
because she always seems
to be burning like a pyre.
one night, as we watched the stars,
she whispered in my ear.
she revealed to me her secret coals,
hiding behind the flames.
every word was painful, every syllable burned,
but her tears would heal my angry sores
and stay my inner fire,
and by the end of that long night
i had claimed her as my own.
i swallowed her fire, i embraced her pain,
and now that her secrets have scorched my heart
i know why she must burn.
i know a girl
she rages like a fire.
but when she smolders down
to searing coals, she is ten times