Baby's lullabyall of the children went to their beds,Baby's lullaby3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
a soft starry light guarding their heads;
hush now baby, don't you weep,
silence is just music put to sleep.
NaPoWriMo: Day 2sometimes,NaPoWriMo: Day 22 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have this
sudden urge to cut
most of the time,
i just wish I were anything
other than me.
a rocket ship, a bird-
the sweet flavored smoke
I promised my girlfriend
these briar patch lungs
would not in.hale.
i have fallen in love
with the strangest of things-
eyes that intimidate
the way my scars
play hide and seek
with her hands. -
the love letters
that start and end
pressed against limbs.
i make promises
i know i can not keep.
but if i were a liar
i would say i was tired
of writing to the stars.
BindingWithout a trace of thoughtlessness, IBinding3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Am being taught to hate myself like a
distance between love and war and thyself
Uselessness in an empty shell, open
disregarded, all the warning signs
If I can't become me, who is
Like little butterflies through the desert we
Starve on wrong, wrong, being told we are
and the mystery continues to
manifest itself through colourless prisms
white light, hanging, heart's
suffocation and emptiness to the rain forest
By and by we suffer
but you don't know that,
or is it
me? Me? Am I
supposed to know, or is this all
never to make sense, only to
never-endingly continue in silence and I am
lying to you, I am not alright, can you save
I will not stand, the hatred will bend me
and burrow into the uselessness
for you to a love, love
and war dies in a heart broken before it
it was made.
pears and nearspears and nears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
monday afternoon and
my lover is studying;
i am wondering if he remembers that time when
we learnt together the geometric shapes -
circled are his lips when
the sun draws himself upon them;
i am jealous.
earth has his own anatomy -
them science people called him "pear";
maybe the fruit was before the planet
or maybe the planet grew out of it,
which makes us pearestrials, but
i wouldn't know;
i don't do science.
i don't even do words -
words are too academic sometimes;
it's propestorous (exclamation mark)
and my fingers are only made to waltz with yours;
i'm sorry when i stumble,
you know my forefinger is high heel sensitive;
there's too many is in the world.
monday's moving towards evening
my lover's still studying
earth is still a pear
there's Pretty Woman on tv
the food is not getting any w
Orange skinOrange skin3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Your orange skin makes me warm in December
like the Sea is a blanket to the sand
and the Sun nurtures youth to our land
i'll be Your pocket -
You may keep all Your secrets inside of me
be shy and be not
there's nothing You should be afraid of
while You're here, with me
on this Pale Blue Dot.
A Shoe TaleA Shoe Tale2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were a pair of red shiny shoes living in a boxful of dreams, on cloud-coated linens. One May day, a little girl found them sleeping next to each other, and she loved them so much that she took them out for an afternoon walk, sometimes tituppy, sometimes gingerly, on the sundressed alleys. Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were cheerful, as they had never breathed such a crisp air before, and the chill of those spring days, after a good sturdy rain, was daintly tickling their soles, growing goosebumps on their skin.
The little girl was bursting with fidgetness. When she stopped to bathe in a tiny oasis, she briskly took off her shoes and left them on the dewy grass. Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were slightly afraid, as gloomy spiders and frowning mosquitoes were tamelessly rumbling around them. They cuddled tightly, to make the fear go away, like salt in a desert storm. The fear started to vanish itself, as the two realized that they were not alone. They were a p
Looking BackThis freedom will soarLooking Back3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
straight through your heart
and catch the wind
slipping through your fingers
laughing at those stuck in the mud
too blind to see the vine they could pull themselves out with
This is the first valid break
through the chain that linked me to the past
and I feel so much lighter
like I could have a future untouched by blood
like I will
Refreshing, clear water
cool and sparkling
the wind rushing through my hair
touching something deep within me
until there is
a differentiation, a clarity all around me,
a recognised reality
and this illumination in my heart
unlocks a barrier, opens a door,
I step through and don't look back.
Because I threw the first shovelful of dirt on your grave.
EL GUASAP.Te envío este guasap, porque, ya sabes,EL GUASAP.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
te echo de menos. Una infinidad.
Y me he acordao' de cuando esas canciones,
sí, las de los Clash. Joder, qué tiempos.
Y las tardes de domingo en el parque
bebiendo cervezas y fumando porros sin parar.
No sé, el caso es que me duele. No hablarnos.
Tus ojitos calibre .38.
Y tus manos pasando las hojas de un Bukowski,
mientras tu voz hurgándome en lo muy yo,
y yo que me corría en silencio en tu pausar.
Quizá si pudieras perdonarme, me dolería menos.
Hablo de esta ausencia, de este vomitar antílopes cojos.
Quizá si pudiera perdonarme, el no amarte lo suficiente,
yo no estaría con estas ganas de...
Me falta tu polla, cariño.
¿Vienes y follamos y me matas por última vez?
You Play A Risky GameYou Play A Risky Game3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You play a risky game but there's a stake;
You will not know how much it hurts, until
You go farther than the body can take;
You cannot break the bond against your will.
You think it is fair game, but it is not.
You think it is alright, but you don't know.
It is not just a game, but we have fought.
So many times you've done it, that it shows.
I have seen many others do it too,
But we still stop in time to save your life.
You have to know what's pure and sweet and true.
You have to learn how to put down the knife.
All you need to do is pick up a pen,
We'll stop in time to save your life, again.
Awake in a Lucid PlaceBlood like cherry soda, sugary heart tastes of sweet-tart tissues.Awake in a Lucid Place4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are you alive Candy Man, is this the saccharine
you've been aching for?
I gulp down smoke in gluttonous gasps,
as the marijuana pounds a marshmallow pulse
through blood. A soft thud
as THC ignites fibers
to bioluminescent tissue.
Meat glittering like rubies.
Lighter sparks lightning on glass, thunderous clouds
spiraling down esophagus, expanding
(the grasp of eggplant kisses through amethyst eyes)
Violet layers of air faucet the senses. Lungs inhale,
only to be encrusted in bruised oxygen.
To ingest atmospheres of lavender and
LA POESIA NOS HIZO ESTO.Tu forma acuosa,LA POESIA NOS HIZO ESTO.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
la mía en caída definitiva,
mi vientre mutilado esparciendo su carne agria
como si yo me devorara lo ausente de las tripas.
Originariamente el hambre haciendo belleza
cada una de mis ciudades oscuras,
cicatrices destrozadas por el peso de una caricia
que llevaba un número plural de uñas
desde lo puro de un beso
hasta la ternura más blasfema,
pero yo me mecía enturbiada de daño por la rareza de un lenguaje
en hilada desnudez contra la nieve que,
me calentó los latidos que llevaba por hostias,
las tantas que me naufragaron hasta el hueso de una rotura.
sucumbí a la confianza de un desalojo
y no pude abrirme de piernas a un amor tan homicida.
A Technicolor LifeA Technicolor Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swirls of hue like memories
Taint the purity of the once white rose
Innocently prevailing a imagery
A image of the known
These rainbowish flurries of color
Paint a ignorant mindset once again
Covering over the corruption
With their technicolor ways
How my dreams fade
Dwelling beneath that rose of life
When they will ever bud again
I shall not be aware
A colorful life in a hand
That can be crushed by a simple grasp
Has a value of far more then such
Therefore resist the urge to touch
The technicolor rose of life.
In My Mind She SwaysIn my mind she swaysIn My Mind She Sways3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dances back and forth in between neuron transmittors.
Rapid fire thought, day-dream believer, hippie, lover.
She tastes the rain like good tea,
feels the rain like thunder in the vein.
Second-hand life, worn out couches, strife.
Two wrongs never did make a right &
bombs never did have sight
so she wandered out
& left her light on
but they couldn't follow,
the sky wasn't clear.
Your nights reign supreme
& your summer skies are black,
in my mind she sways
in my mind she's back
and that's the only place she'll stay
AbandonedI lay in pieces, scattered across the ground.Abandoned5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I search for help, there is none to be found.
I look to the sky, and let out a great sound.
I scream, I yell, but with no one around,
I lay in pieces, scattered across the ground.
Should you find yourself weary of the real world let me get lost hereShould you find yourself weary of the real world2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the air there's a
sense of community
belonging for those who
don't know where else to
let me step slowly through
let me run my fingers along
the many spines of knowledge
in words we find a
common bond that goes
mostly unspoken but is
still sometimes whispered
behind hands and pages
let me breathe in this scent
of ink old and new and the
soft sounds of paper bindings
resting in hands and fingertips
tracing the hero's journey
or years of research or
the feelings of someone long gone
whether we come seeking facts
seeking truth or seeking freedom
we all gather here and there's
a sort of sanctity thought the
walls bear no special paint nor
the windows any specific colors
let step quietly among the legacies
and loves gone by and
Why do I Love You?How can I say that I love someone?Why do I Love You?10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What is the reason why I love you?
I realized the answer now that you are gone;
The basis why I feel that I miss you.
Before I met you I'm just a nobody;
I didn't know the purpose why I became me.
I didn't know the thing I should live for;
I'm so afraid to open my destiny's door.
Just then you came to my life;
You fixed everything and made them right.
You gave me the will for me to survive,
And you gave me a reason for me to fight.
I learn to reach for my dreams
No matter how hard it may seem.
I just want to see you the following year
To tell you that "I'll always be here".
You never knew, but you've done so much for me;
I can tell some which you can't see.
Just your presence gives me courage
Enough to stop a dragon on a wild rampage.
You brought out all my talents;
You awaken my sleeping potentials;
You encouraged me to do my best
In every problems and trials.
You make me happy when I'm down;
You gave me a smile when I frown;
When I lose hope and abo
NumbI look up.Numb4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How did I get here?
The four white walls that surround me are without decoration. I'm lying a a twin sized bed with bars on each end. I look around, there are no windows, no doors. Yet I am not concerned.
I move slowly then feel something yank on my wrists and ankles. Shackles chain me to the the bed. It's slightly uncomfortable yet still I feel no fear.
I realize my wrists are raw, like I've been fighting against the restraints, although I do not know why. What's the point?
Suddenly two men in white sterile uniforms enter, their faces hidden by white masks. Their eyes are the same, one black and lifeless the other red and burning.
I know what's to come, so I'm not shocked when they pull out needles and knives. They peel back my skin, re-arranging me, transforming me. I think I faint, yet I feel nothing.
I awake, the white room is now splattered with blood: mine.
The "doctors" are gone and so am I. My body, my face has been replaced with a new design. a mirror has been place
remember always that you carry the springtimeMy last boyfriend, he used to bring meremember always that you carry the springtime3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
only flowers that had yet to bloom.
DOLOR DE PUTA.Dice se le vierten los poemas del coño,DOLOR DE PUTA.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
que toda su carne huele a violines mojados,
que le crujen los pulmones cada vez que lo respira,
y lo deja todo perdido de salpicaduras de un hambre antigua
muy hecha raíz por tanto que la padece,
—más que hambre es un pulso de fiebres
que tiene consigo misma—,
que va a lo sexo de un sexo con manos frías
y desde allí siente un escozor a relámpago hechizado,
y le arde la grieta por donde se dio a luz
sin cuerpo que le cubra todo ese fuego,
en un caer de heridas misteriosas,
en un lagrimeo por tanta minusvalía nocturna,
que a veces se recuerda con una soga en la vulva
en lo pensado de hombre,
y se tiembla, se tiembla hasta que vomita
crucifijos y laberintos,
que se abandona a su dolor de puta
ante tanta ojera desbordada,
cicatriz abismo, lo amoratado de insomnio
en el aborto de traumas magistrales
y caricias de pico curvo,
que sus tetas están cansadas de tanta hostia.
Tzedakahthere is a boyTzedakah3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my french class who
shivers while holding
the pages of his
telling me that i am pretty.
i let him know that
i don't have any insides
left for charity.
She Said, He Said"miss me?"She Said, He Said5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"parts of you, yes."