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Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;Dandelion Queen4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet
(you tell me to be
quiet,
dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)
tonight
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name
my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words
you tell me to be
quiet
so I can hear the world breathe)
I want to go home
Letter to a loved one, on losing a loved one.I want to tell youLetter to a loved one, on losing a loved one.1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
that this grief is temporary,
that even if you feel lost,
you are not a ship adrift
without a crew.
But darling, grief still
sits heavy on my tongue and
I will not lie to you.
[Grief gathers at the back
of my mouth and renders me useless
on days that feel like the day
she died, my limbs heavy,
my heart sore.]
Instead I am going to tell you
that grief is not the last thing
you will ever feel;
there will still be
rumpled sheets and lazy smiles,
your fingers will still find
my naked waist beneath the blankets
and mine will still fit neatly between
the knobs of your spine.
We will sti
Solitary ConfinementI am terrified that tender thoughtsSolitary Confinement5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of Him would someday leave me,
as emptiness invites illusion.
And nothingness, where love
once blossomed,
could invite tenderness to return:
I should pierce my own heart,
and would rather die alone
than succumb to Love and its woe.
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man-madei'm building a foreverman-made1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
of words.
pillars constructed from forced promises
for a girl you can't help but feel sorry for -
for a girl that says sorry too much;
for a girl who begs to be touched
and swears she'll die from heartache.
they say it's something about her eyes
(and she's heard the lines before
but blushes every time).
give me time, give me time,
sing-song-siren;
everything will be fine.
the sky is not falling
(even though your senses mingle
and overwhelm until you are left dumb;
unable to direct yourself
up or down
in or out
because hell is in the sky
and trees are in your heart).
i may not love you all the time
but i'm finding rea
safer detergentloofah and bathrobe and bedroom meant for anothersafer detergent4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
comforter meant for daughter of man
the sheets here smell of you, though here you have never been
the sheets and blankets smell of a rental house in Hawai'i in 2003
three thousand miles from home
four thousand miles September
five thousand miles before I knew you
characterisationa pinchcharacterisation1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and snort
he's sorry he doesn't talk to you any more, that he's let the wolf in his chest stir and rise from the long winter sleep
behind everything he breathes a sense of remorse
under everything he exhales guilt--
far under.
he's little fingernails scraping up the insides of his lungs like the insides of a pumpkin on halloween
he's cigarette smoke between cracked lips
he's the coldest desert dweller you've ever seen,
the shadow of a dune,
a long-limbed, white-skinned
traveler.
Indirect EpiphanyThe cold morning moonIndirect Epiphany2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is a fragment of silver on your fingertips
It is a blushing, whispered kiss
In the hours between life and love.
The truest things are unspoken and wise,
Need no proof and are not lies
The sweetest words are rain
And the look in your eyes as you wash me
In a specific cycle designed to cleanse my soul.
I'm not a martyr but I'd walk into Hell
If it meant you could give back
Enough of myself to save me.
UntitledI have seen enough to know that reasonUntitled3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
is undone by love in its first season
before the bite of amour lies in rest,
in waiting, to ensnare the second best;
because all things I want to keep die young
and all truths dissolve on the tip of tongue.
All that I want to keep I cannot hold,
beside a man I will never grow old.
To this unhappy fate I am resolved
'till the mystery of you is solved
my tremulous heart is too weak for this,
the sorrowful parting after our kiss.
If I should lie in darkness for reprieve
and always wear my heart upon my sleeve;
oh God! Then kill me now, oh! Let me die
and then this sordid heart in loss shall cry
belov'd an
you are a beautiful and unique snowflakemy name is Tyleryou are a beautiful and unique snowflake3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you are not special
and you are not special but you're so fucking special
and most everyone likes you and you are so strange
you kissed him and saw fireworks but the fireworks were a full few months before
and you look like a person but talk like a politician
and
my name is Tyler and we both work food service
I spit on the french fries
and you produce French food
preaching Higgs, Boston, some kind of murder scenario
saying you are the molten core of the earth
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oh,
oh,
the last time,
the last one,
the throw-up,
the real deal
the big man
the cheese
you are a beautiful and unique snowflake
letter to abuser,essapmi na ot emoc evah ew smees tiletter to abuser2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
,dneirf ym
(tihs elttil uoy)
,ssenisub dehsinifnu htiw syaw detrap evah ew smees ti
,nekorbnu tey swov htiw
edamnu ro nekopsnu tey swov htiw
dneirf ym ,wonk ton lliw dna tonnac uoy
.sleef ti woh ro tlef ti woh
nothingsometimes the dark is all that binds usnothing3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
to one another.
light becomes deleterious,
sounding to somber seams
and threatening fractures.
we weave a blanket
of the void between us
and find comfort in our wanting.
even with my boyish fingers
i am not strong enough;
i cannot outlast
the mushrooming chasms.
i bury the empty in the rocks
of my stomach
but it blooms beneath my breast.
it pushes against me
filling my cavity
with a thing
that will never be destroyed.
i am free and weighted.
my breathing is hollow;
my anthem is jaundiced
and my spore-song
is suff-
ocating
all of
me.
posion ivyi can't promise i'll always remember how to breathe.posion ivy2 months ago in Emotional More Like This
but i've learned to keep my mouth shut unless it's leaning in to meet yours, and even though that's come at the expense of words, everyone tells me it's best if what i swallow, stays down. and even though you call me fragile, you have to hold me tight, and hope when i balk, my legs don't splinter this time instead of nearly hitting the floor. and i don't know what to tell you this is --some call it chronic depression or seasonal affective disorder, but my doctor told me just to drink more milk, and my grandmother tells me the best vitamin d comes from the sun.
but milk makes me shutter at one hundred and twenty per 2% glass, and i blister and boil under the sun until my skin is kissed with cancer. and depression, we all know i've always had, but it shrinks and grows, uncontrollably, like the ivy on my grandmother's house. she tore each vine down two summers ago and even still, it left moonlight streaked against the wooden shingles th
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florajasmine teaflora6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
tastes like perfume
and spring,
the fragrant
honeysuckle
before summer
bursts
sweltering
and saccharine;
always nauseous,
unlike may
and her gentlest affection.
periferalscar breastperiferal3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
testing unrest
in waves;
breaths undressed
under recitation
shun graves'
crumble blessing,
excavation
of the once brave.
unchanged
exclamations
in the face
of dumb, festering
slaves.
shatter neck
beckons defects
in droves;
dreck delectable,
with affectation
imposed,
stumble unchecked:
invasion
of the sons drove
insane.
aggravations
in the place
of detexturing
woes.
there will be
no savoring
the sun-flecked
testament
to thumb-pressed
exit vents,
for she's
the one next
to you when your
lungs catch.
flooded, craving droughtjealousy doesn't burn. it paces floorsflooded, craving drought1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
incessantly and i kneel at the doorway
of its opulent raggedy hallway without a
say in the muttering (of course, i am
always waiting for good tidings with
my bouncing knees, with my hands tucked
beneath my thighs) in the gore (throat
sweating blood like condensation like it
has nudged its way out the back door,
stifled from the restraint of not screaming)
has no say in the whittling (fingers are
extraneous and he doesn't need your touch.
but you offered it). jealousy is solitary
confinement, the white wash of it lily and
linened and longitudinal, spanning the map
of me, no pond or penisula unlas
Bitter-sweet poemstillBitter-sweet poem5 months ago in Four Line Poems More Like This
smiling
although
dying
I Didn't Know it Would Go This FarOne small spark destroyed so much.I Didn't Know it Would Go This Far2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
BonesBeneath the willow I did standBones2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
for hours and hours
Until my hand
fell numb upon the withered flowers.
I felt it burning though I knew
that on cold stones
The warmth withdrew
and the cold sank deep within my bones.
These bones could shatter now or freeze,
my heart can but ignore
The wailing of these sulking trees
that I shall hear no more.
I felt the cold flow through my bones
for hours and hours
Until my groans
grew mute upon the withered flowers.
fuck the instinct to apologize for everythingwe neglect ourselves, sometimesfuck the instinct to apologize for everything2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
we do not pay attention
we forget, the best of us,
that we need some time between the endless rush of moments,
the neon flash of wet streets at night and the flick-flick-flick of cars passing us,
illegally,
on the right
we forget that we need that space of hours,
to let our breath out
and cry a little--use up some tissues--
and admit to ourselves what the state of things is
and why we've been treating ourselves like strangers,
rather than friends
Sta.sh
