TemptationsI love the way it burns slowly
As you breathe in from the tip
I love the way it feels on your lips
As you squeeze just to breathe
I love the way it makes me feel
The tingle and then calm
I love the way it tastes
When I grasp it with my lips.
But I hate the way its made people
So addictive and so nice
I hate the way it’s made me feel
The after taste of temptation
What tasted so good
Now taste like shit
What felt so good
Now feels like shit
The taste, the feel
The smell of
cicatrix.she bites her lipcicatrix.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to keep in
the words she will not say.
strength demands distance.
they don't tell you this
when you're young,
but sometimes love isn't enough.
sometimes things just don't work-
no matter how hard you try.
sometimes you lose-
you fall on the pavement
and no one catches you.
she had nothing left to give,
so she gave herself a break.
sometimes love can't save you.
sometimes, you have to save yourself.
You're a CageYou're a Cage, motherYou're a Cage3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I love you
but I can't handle it,
because every time you tell me you want to die
a part of me dies as well.
Don't you see how it makes me feel?
Of course you don't
because I smile.
I act apathetic.
You're sad enough for the both of us
and I have to be strong because you're not.
I'm not strong either, but I have to be.
Inside, I'm suffering too.
You're a cage, mother.
A cage with a simple lock.
I have the key
but I won't use it.
because you can't live without me
and I love you
even though being around you sometimes
makes me wonder what I'm living for.
You're a cage
that locks away my independence.
I dream of flying, but I can't leave my nest
Your cage is all I've ever known.
Could I even survive on my own?
I love you
but you want to die.
I tiptoe around your sensitivities.
What about me?
What about my life?
I love you, but I just want out of this jail
Within me, is the spirit of a bird
soaring above humans and all their traps and cages,
all their entra
poemhere i lay beside youpoem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gazing upon you bare before me
and in the curves of your body i can see my future unraveling
every pore in your skin a new adventure
every other centimeter calling out
waiting to be touched
and i cannot resist
i cannot withhold
the desire within me
to embark on a voyage through you
filling every crevise
until i can recall each piece of you as if it were my own
and end my journey
resting my head upon the peaks of your breasts
able to hear your heartbeat
like a song that only sounds when we are together
telling us that in this moment
it is only us
and will remain that way forever
Let me be your poem.Let me melt the cold pain from your skin, transform into the sun and heat your hurt––so it evaporates into white clouds of hope that inspires the trees to sway.Let me be your poem.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Let me touch you like the first story I've ever read in brail, after deciding to go deaf before letting another sound replace your voice.
Let me shatter every tiny ounce of doubt from your being, using the weight of my love for you–– to demolish it's once relevant place in your thoughts.
Let me carve holes in to the night sky, so you can see how my universe revolves solely around you, making the moon shine bright with jealousy.
Let me fly you to the nearest nebula, so we can finally be as high as this love makes me feel.
Let me drive you crazy like a mirage in a desolate desert, making you crave it so much you imagine it in front of you, dying for a taste.
Let me be the sun to warm you and you can be the rain to cool us down, and we can make the sky blush a million different colours.
Let me be the baseli
A Dreamthere was a dreamA Dream3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I was waiting to sink back into
but I never shut my eyes,
and I drowned
in that dream which turned me blind.
didn't know it was the last time
we'd be waltzing together
spinning on and on
we were sad and we were slow
I watched you go
I let you drip
right out of my arms
the girl with love in her bonesHer lips are a smoky colorthe type of chapped things with paled, cracked edges and words hanging off, clothed by the least incessant whines and the most liberating cries. They're somewhat extended and exemplified through the cigarette in her moutha thin figure held between the sticks of her fingers with filtered lips of its own, ashing edge, a paled body, and a slow burning with every breath. The grayed portions fall off in a dirty, snow rubble on the sidewalk, burning into it, leaving small holes by her feet.the girl with love in her bones4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I don't understand," I say.
She sighs, breath coming out white, warm in the icy air. "It's a human thing." Her eyes are red, raw around the skin, and her corneas glint blue above the thick smoke, like a cat'sexcept it wasn't darkness, but the exhaust of flameclouds before morning rain, the lights of a city blaring through the smog of night.
"I still don't understand."
"It's liberating," she says, and I can see her eyes on mine. Her nose is flushed red lik
Beautiful.They say I’m beautifulBeautiful.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because of the way my crystalline heart reflects light off its fractured surface
Well, that isn't a reflection
It’s rejection of the light because it’s all too much to handle
Throw myself away into the dark without even a candle
‘Cause I don’t want to recognize all the pain I’m in
Or realize the truth behind what I am or who I've been
And I tried to make things right but I just keep on making wrong
I never listened to the angel on my shoulder when she called
I count my tears like they’re experience
And my scars like they’re mysterious
And that’s a feeling I’ll remember –
Watching as you left
Watching as you ended what was meant to be forever
And I can see it in their eyes; everyone can empathize
So they say that I’m beautiful because they don’t know what else to say.
But if being broken is beautiful, then it’s the ugliest way...
Foolish Enough To Be LovedI'd dig into my woundsFoolish Enough To Be Loved2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just to make you stay,
cough up my self-inflicting wishes
to have your arms locked around me forever,
because your departures poison my thoughts.
I want to claw my eyes out,
disease my lips &
rip off my ears,
because your existence
will be the death
of me if i ever see
DemonsWhen I told you to let go of your demonsDemons2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you looked at me and said,
“I’ve tried. But you keep
HarborShe'll have blue eyesHarbor3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the seagulls
because she'll know how it must be
to fly in the salt-kissed air
and only see water for miles
and love it.
she'll want to taste the ocean
in the wind,
a particle of Calypso's tears
for every life lost at sea
and she'll want to save every snail and turtle
she can get her long, pale, fingers on.
She'll never wear shoes
because she'll need to feel the sand
hugging her toes on the shore
the damp ocean water tenderly touching
her bare ankles.
She'll chase after the water-line
more than she chases her dreams
because perhaps a life underwater
is her dream.
There will be something
about the way she stands to face
the Atlantic and Pacific
that will make you think
she stands on twin wooden pillars.
And her smile that will look out
to the fading and shining horizon
will remind you about her
and how every faint sound she makes
is like the slits and cracks and whispers
of the boardwalk.
Navy men and Sailors will ask her
for her na
NaPoWriMo- Day 5She used to try and catch butterfliesNaPoWriMo- Day 53 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until she realized their beauty
rubbed off on her fingers;
but she will always be loving you
with those digits.
20 years from now
when even the love on her arms
CruxI’m only sure of two things:Crux3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I still carry pieces of your cross on my back and
lilies were your favorite flower
Those last three months-
A silent drive home from the mall
purse full of stolen makeup
Dinners with my family where no one
bothered to make the conversion
Endless hours spent looking at paint samples
and I was smart to not buy the brushes
The line at the liquor store blended
with the lines on the road
At the same time with you
Then it was summer and you talked me into a country drive. We stopped on the side of the road to watch a cow giving birth in the center of a pasture. But, the calf never rose to its wobbly legs or felt the heat of the Indian summer….it never tasted dandelions.
The mother stood by the calf’s body
long past nightfall
and I stood by yours
long after that
Was this what we meant when we said forever?
ErrorsCold breath on my purple lips,Errors3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sensation touches my ears’ tips
Echoes of dead roses in a fierce-some gloom
My sorrow follows me as though it’s in full bloom
The open air levitates my still form
The coldness shocking me like a magnetic storm
I lay lifeless, colder, stiller, than my skin an icy blue
Spread out as to catch this morning’s dew
The mist is like a comforting blanket
My head, stripped of innocence, a blank planchet
Waiting to be stamped by my failures
Rather than face my sneering errors
Can’t I stay here, to be kissed by memories?
Ladled out from the stagnant pool of the centuries
Soothing fingers stroke my paled cheeks
Briefly fading out the hovering foggy weeks
Desensitizing me from my looming shadows
Their softness producing sensations like hanging at the gallows
Dried leaves fall silently covering the dead in their pressure
The drying blood glues them down and shuts you out forever
I Am YoursLeave it to himI Am Yours3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one who's all steam
The one without a dream.
He'll take you home
To his castle of chrome
To be his imperfect clone.
Give him what he wants
He smiles and he taunts
He laughs and he haunts.
Force those three little words out
He likes it when you scream and shout
He likes it when you beg and pout.
Tell yourself that it's real
When you find him in bed with her
When you make him lose his temper.
Because that's all you are to him,
Another excuse to be angry.
A seed of lust gone too far for him,
But you meant everything to me.
Locked away.Something here is beautifully imbalanced and unpredictable,Locked away.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
working it's way into the core of my being,
sinking its ivory teeth
into the flesh of my evanescent soul.
My bruised limbs ache with desire
and my silken bones bend with the winds.
A voice that cracks and breaks in the breeze
weaves itself into otherwise habitual sounds
of the waking morning.
The essence of the sound reverberates off of the marble
and cries against the walls.
I am intoxicated by the voice,
unaware that the sound I am so searching for
is slipping between my own cracked lips.
The silver and stone are worn smooth from years
Phantom fingertips claw at the cage in which I am held.
Their fearful screams echo with my own suffered voice.
Trapped now like so many others,
I sit now, waist deep in submission to circumstance.
What is left now in this hopeless place?
Nothing but the beauty in darkness.
The harmony in dissonance.
What is left now, but sorrow?
His and her love."Don't let go", he said,His and her love.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she complied, as he bled.
"I love you more than life,
my one and only; my wife.
––Don't cry for me baby,
just promise to never forget me"
She wept and held him tight,
shaking, in the cold of night.
She pulled out the blade,
his vision began to fade.
"I refuse to let you go,
you know that you're my beau.
Stay with me… right now,
don't leave me like this…how?
I can't love you more than this,
nothing comes close to when we kiss.
WE have to be kept alive!,
let's BOTH fall and take the dive!
you and me… in the dark…
forever igniting…our spark…
I said I'd die for you, I meant it."
tears fell down his face as she said it.
"It has all lead up to this instant,
you and I, our existence...
We'll rise up to the sky,
we'll be together when we die.
Just me… and you,
Forever in my heart.
you are my missing part."
She grabed the knife on the floor,
and lay still, by his side forever more.
"I love yo
Empiricismshe grits her silver scalpel teethEmpiricism3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
runs spectral fingers through
alloy lungs, she's
dressing in hypocrisies, she's
stretching amber bones &
laughing & it tastes like
tragedy is written out of
mucilage & bathos
she will craft you out of integers & alkaline fluids
(she's a connoisseur of kids like us).
learning braillehe could never read herlearning braille2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
unless he was tracing
the ridges of her scars;
surrounded in darkness,
with incomplete senses-
she always reminds him
not to trust his eyes;
we are meant to feel
the words and reach
to grasp them, igniting
always one step closer
she teaches him
the language of
there is nothing
for you to feel.
we were not born
to see color.
our first defenses;
our first adventures;
our first wounds
and a mess
of incomplete bones
we start out
to learn to break.
he learns to read her
like his Tolstoy
and Faust; she is
collarbones of cynicism
and ribs of narratives
told in the structure
and his cheeks learn
the rhythm of verse
from her overburdened
eyelashes: he says
his favorite part
is the defamiliarization
of knowing her best
with his vision blurred.
My name is NothingMy name is Nothing,My name is Nothing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I know...
You're in love with her -
I'm just your friend.
I am nothing else.
I am Nothing to you;
I'm a ghost that listens
to your many woes;
I give you space to
take a deep breath in;
I am who you turn to
when you have no one;
I'm always there for you,
but never actually there.
My name is Nothing.
And I know it was absurd
for me to think that
I could be her,
that I could be...
Purpose.Purpose.Purpose.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
Tell MeTell meTell Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if you miss me,
can feel my absence
like a piece of yourself
has fallen away,
like a chunk of your being
and only I can replace it.
if your eyes wander
to the empty spaces
that I once filled
with a sense,
with an ache of longing,
to be near me once more,
and once more,
and once more again.
if your nights are haunted
by the phantoms
of my touch,
of my eyes and my voice,
of my kiss
and of the beauty
of you and I.
Do you ever yearn for me
that you can feel it in every limb,
deep inside your stomach,
do the screams
of your livid, red heart
for hours on end
and leave you begging
for the next moment we come together?
if you believe in fate,
the probability of a soulmate,
of a natural design
that makes your everything
so beautifully with mine.
if your hunger rivals mine,
if your dreams
are identical to my own,
if your urges
the way that mine are all
They Never Need To KnowI know I'm not okayThey Never Need To Know5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know there's something wrong
I won't let them know it
I'll plaster on a smile
I'll force a happy laugh
They don't need to know I'm not okay
They never need to know
I know that I'm depressed
I know it's not okay
I'll never let them see it
I'll act like I always do
I'll laugh and joke and shout
They don't need to know I'm depressed
They never need to know
I know I hate my family
I know that's never good
I'll never let them hear it
I'll hug my mom
I'll kiss my grandmother
They don't need to know I hate my family
They never need to know
I know that I hate myself
I know that's not the best thing
I'll never let them learn it
I'll straighten my hair
I'll put on my makeup
They don't need to know I hate myself
They never need to know
He only spoke to me in lettersWhen we were together he only spoke to me in letters.He only spoke to me in letters2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Endless cascades of oscillating, interconnecting words.
With those words he built a portrait of me,
An amaranthine masterpiece of superb fiction,
That twisted around my cold white frame,
Caressing the delicate bones at the small of my back,
As he made me the subject of his desire.
When it got dark and I couldn't read those letters,
He would take me in his arms in the dark night,
And his hands would be as strong as his words.
His lips move against mine but he makes no sound,
No cries as his breath quickens and catches.
And as the light tumbles in, he closes his eyes.
When I awake, the bed is awash with letters,
And he left behind an indent in the pillow.
There was the story there, of our life,
From the minute we met, to when we die.
Hand in hand, in a field of tiny white daisies.
And on the last page he had written,
"This is how it would have been,
If I could have stayed."
I Miss YouI miss the curve of your chest on my back.I Miss You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The individual vertebra miss the bones of your ribcage
the way a child misses it's blankey.
My back misses the rise and fall of your breath.
I miss the smell of your neck in my nose.
The smell of Axe swirling into my brain,
giving it the illusion of intoxication.
My nose misses the high.
I miss the warmth of your skin against mine.
The pores miss the smell of your sweet flesh
seeping into them, mingling with my own.
My nerves miss your touch.
I miss the slight smirk that occasionally plays on your mouth.
The way your eyes glint, calls the corners of my own lips
My lips miss meeting yours.
I miss holding your hand.
The way my small one fits into your palm perfectly,
radiating heat and comfort in just that little connection.
My hands miss the creases in your palms.
I miss waking up to your drowsy face.
The way your arm is over my hip,
bodies locked together, sharing the heat.
I miss you.