A Dog without a MasterSitting on the sidewalk,A Dog without a Master5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting for him to return,
The sun rises and sets,
Watching the seasons turn,
The sun heats up the concrete pavement beneath my paws,
The leaves turn brown and die,
The snow covers the Earth in a cold white sheet,
The baby bluebirds fly through the afternoon sky,
Growing old and tired,
Years painfully passing by,
Forgetting old memories,
Still waiting for you to return to my side,
Missing you terribly,
Wanting you back in my life,
A dog without a master,
Is like a war without strife.
On my own apocalypseOn my own apocalypse3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If silk could melt
to drip down arms and goosebumped legs
in scarlet rivers, serpentine,
it seems only right
that the sky should burn as well.
Like roses heaped upon a stage,
cloaked in tumultuous applause,
the end will fall in exultation.
Shall we stand upon the shore
and taste the salt upon our lips,
basking in the last breezes
before the Breaking?
These last days are a ball,
a promenade of bliss,
a eulogy of memory.
Shiva, ever the gentleman,
asks for one last dance.
Love as an AsthmaticI snatch my breath after we kissLove as an Asthmatic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I want to feel you
in my wheezing, useless lungs
not just a craving
a desperate need
in the physical urge
to breathe you in,
make your mystical secrets
a part of my body.
One SipSince that night, I have believed in love at first song.One Sip2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Darling, you stirred your voice into the coffeehouse scents;
It carried notes of inspiration and the flavor of your soul.
Your words trickled down my throat, and I savored their warmth.
There was no bitterness, no dregs- just your heart poured out.
I abandoned my cup to follow, “hello” scalding my tongue.
Astrologically Challenged“We need to ta- what are you looking at?”Astrologically Challenged2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Oh...but I thought you didn't like them."
“Actually, I hate horoscopes. They lie every single damned time.”
“Not to me they don’t.”
“Sure. You were saying something.”
“We need to break up.”
“I fell in love with you before you were the boy who sang about my problems in your songs, and before you tried to evolve me into your version of a better me and before I saw how you treated your neighbour’s dog and before I knew how much you believed in horoscopes.”
“What’s wrong with horoscopes?”
“Nothing, except for the fact that you never really thought of it as a novel idea that you share the same day as one twelfth of the world.”
“Well you aren’t-”
“I’m not so perfect myself, I know. You loved me better before you read my poetry and understood how damage
LunacyThings that make people insane,Lunacy2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
According to etymology:
1. The moon.
2. Owning a uterus.
UxoricideI find myself stood above my sleeping beautyUxoricide2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her perfume fragranced pillow clenched in my hand
I’m counting each of her breaths down from ten to one
Then I’ll smother my silked skinned lover as planned
It’s for the best this way as no blood shall be shed
Just that of my erratically beating heart
My feelings I dismiss, I plant a farewell kiss
Upon her furrowed forehead as she departs
Oh my darling, why did you weave this web of lies
And why did you bring in to question my trust
Catapulting us from the innocence of love
In to such unbearable levels of lust
How on earth do I maintain this downward pressure
On your winsome face when your skin feels so soft
Indeed today was a bad day, you turned me on
With regret, it's far too late to turn me off
Now I find myself stood under the cold shower
Trying to wash the last seven years away
All the lies and chameleonic disguises
Follow my pride in a whirlpool down the drain
It's for best this way, now maybe I’ll begin to lead
One of those NightsThe morning sunOne of those Nights2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
beams through the front windshield
like an intruder:
brash and unwelcome, forcing you to wake.
Whiskey eyed, smelling like an ashtray,
parked at the back end
of some ghetto ass neighborhood
wondering what the hell you did the night before.
It's like trying to remember words
you haven’t written yet.
One thing is for certain:
a little bit of rope goes a long way,
but a lot of rope
will hang you.
It's Not So Much Masochism as a Sick AddictionIt's a hard thing to explainIt's Not So Much Masochism as a Sick Addiction2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That I love you,
And I need you,
But the same goes for pain
PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONSYour life is headed for a disastrous end.PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONS2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone will die.
That is a fact.
You will die.
Your friends will die.
Everyone you know will die.
These are indisputable facts.
Your body will break down and crash in one way or another.
Your heart will stop.
Your brain synapses will cease firing.
100% guaranteed termination.
You and everyone you know has less than 122 years left.
The oldest person alive was 122.
Oldest person alive now is 115.
Death should be your number one enemy.
Do not accept it.
Do not welcome it.
The question is - are you willing to extend, improve your life and the lives of those you love?
Why haven't you done it yet? Do you think it's impossible?
Flying for us was impossible until airplanes were built.
Now, the question is- how do we stop the personal catastrophe of death?
The logical answer is - science!
We can slow death down using modern medicine, and we can stop and reverse some accidental causes of death.
Aging is one cause that we cannot currentl
The BestsellerYou are a poetry book reclining on my couchThe Bestseller2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I want to turn your legs like pages
fold myself into you
the way I dog-ear favourite passages
to re-read and re-visit in the morning.
You could be a sexy bestseller curled up
in my bed.
But I want to guard you from review
and keep you obscure
from publishers and popular culture -
check you out as unavailable in libraries
to keep you as my
and lie with you myself.
We'll clothe each other in dust covers
only to undress
over lazy cups of coffee in Sunday hours
our own personal bookclub
of bibliophilic eroticism.
(We'll slide our bookmarks in each other
and collaborate on the shelf).
BlackI always wear the colour blackBlack2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As it reflects my inner mood
Black is the absence of colour
Now I feel the absence of you
Black is my inert, withered heart
Immobilised since you’ve been gone
A vacuous hole of nothing
Lifeless, vapid and monochrome
Black is the frayed material
Of the grim reaper’s deathly cloak
So in the darkest evening sky
You would never see his approach
Black is the colour and the shade
Of the star speckled, moonlit sky
And the shadow which you once cast
In the early morning sunshine
Black is my weeping mascara
As down my face the tears will stream
From the little puddles of ink
My pupils nowhere to be seen
Black are those things I've gazed upon
With my sorrowful eyes shut tight
Even rainbows become polluted
Within the filth of my mind’s eye
Black is how I’m feeling today
But should I not be feeling blue
Like my blood before you cut it red
Like your blood before I cut you
Black is t
When the Mountains Turn BlueThe nights you spend alone feel theWhen the Mountains Turn Blue2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
most familiar, but you can’t define it.
Intangible, like the way a field of cotton
breathes before a rainstorm, or those
pieces of yourself, left behind on the
far away sidewalks of your childhood.
One day it will be the hottest summer
recorded in fifty seven years.
Your wife and children will be somewhere
without you so you’ll sit on the porch and
sweat out the memories.
You’ll think about the time your father
took you on a road trip to the Rockies.
The only time you ever spent alone with the man.
You’ll also think about the nights when he slept
on the couch and how your breath
smells like his…completely.
You can’t remember if the mountains were
blue back then, but they are now.
The day forgets you as you pull back another tab.
DadI turned out like my spot-skinned fatherDad2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I would twist and turn the dry tall-grass threads
that I found on the prairie into braids of hair
like he taught me,
and I would feed the horses blocks of salt
before they took flight in the bleak twilight of the plains.
I lived in a world of dry winds and cul-de-sacs
and reached the thinking end of things
before I knew I had no-where to go,
and I first fell in love with a girl
who’s handle is lost to that wind
but her brown eyes are sketched to my soul for eternity.
When I left home he stood on the old porch
while the wind chimes sprung chords
across the flat land like a funeral bell
as my mother walked me to the car,
and as I drove across the cattle grid for that final time
he was already inside the house and gone to me
as a shape and as an image.
He died of a stroke 6 months later
and she told me in her soft sweet voice
how much he had loved me and his pride of me
but it was always in her voice
and I had to use my imagination
The Deepest Depths of BlueThe chain of events that followed your birthThe Deepest Depths of Blue2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Were as tumultuous as each twisted link
Your mind was wired for the written word
But under no circumstances should you think
As the decreasing circles of sanity
Will ripple through your infant mind
The soul can't escape your hollow bones
Until you leave those thoughts behind
You feel trapped inside your grey matter
But freedom will be yours in the end
Once you realise that you are a miracle
That'll never be repeated again
Open your eyes to the beauty of the truth
That there is a reality worth seeing
And dive into the deepest depths of blue
Of your soul, your essence, your being
RelicRoaring giants standing tallRelic2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eternal beings they could still fall
Clans of old that took their tolls
Mocking SkyThe Texas winter mocksMocking Sky2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with dust instead of snow
and bare mesquite to testify with thorns
against a shred of weakness.
The Texas winter gusts
fiercely from the south -
grit on lips, in eyes, on tongues that wonder
where the deer drink.
The Texas winter sinks
in rust and blood and peaches
beneath the horizon. Sweetly, sweetly,
she sips the clouds.
The Texas winter clothes herself in cicada song,
and all the stars applaud.
God GivenThe crack became a creviceGod Given2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The crevice became a hole
Invited my mortal remains
To part company with my soul
God has given me these hands
To create beautiful art
It's not for me to say when
This earthly plane I shall depart
The tears became a torrent
The torrent became a flood
I was drowning in sorrow
I sought the buoyancy of good
God has given me these thoughts
To stimulate and inspire
With rhetorical reasoning
Until my bones can retire
The thought became a feeling
The feeling became the truth
Faith alone was now enough
Beyond the search for proof
God has given me this mind
So who am I to question
When He has granted me free will
To follow my own direction
Conneticut27 petals fallConneticut2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
27 spirits carried gently on the wind
of prayers and whispers
muttered through open hearts
and broken ribs.
Tears on the lips of mourners
sorrow falling in the morning
and heavy tread
hands held together
whispering love and rememberance
of the dead
I Was On A CloudI was the boy who remained silentI Was On A Cloud3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through those weeks, months and years
Watching the tide begin to rise
From all of your fallen tears
A tide of insecurity
That in time became so deep
It would set about draining you
Of all the secrets that you keep
I was the boy who remained mute
I watched your life unfold from above
As you were shattered with pain
And given false hope with love
So many times I was tempted
To come and heal my angels pain
But up above in the blue sky
For now at least I would remain
I was the boy who stayed silent
A hush so deafeningly loud
You were never alone though
Princess, I was on a cloud
I watched as all of these things
Came to pass down below
And why didn't I intervene?
I had faith that alone you would grow
Suicide On Your LipsI tried so hard to pull awaySuicide On Your Lips3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At the end of the night when we kissed
But as you begged me once again to stay
I could taste suicide on your lips
And such an intoxicating fragrance
Far removed from the stench of death
Such a beautiful perfume of life
Of a lost girl hollow from neglect
Am I too late to save her my Lord
Will those lips ever smile again
When razorblade remedies are scarring
Her beautiful porcelain skin
You spoke of your sorrows till midnight
Then you slept in my arms until dawn
Awoke and cried tears until midday
For your past and your present you mourned
And when the last tear finally fell
I explained I'd never leave your side
Heartfelt words alone wouldn't do
I painted our future with pride
Together we created a masterpiece
A magnum opus beyond compare
I now kiss those lips on a basis daily
The taste of suicide is no longer there