Breaking ThroughBreaking Through1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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Christmas Spent AloneEndlessChristmas Spent Alone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the forest breathes for youInhalethe forest breathes for you11 months ago in Four Line Poems More Like This
Who What When Where WhyDon'tWho What When Where Why1 year ago in Four Line Poems More Like This
siren's abyssyour metallic voice drips off your tongue,siren's abyss6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
acid burning through my paper skin.
a siren song drifts though my mind;
i am a ship crafted from the daily news
being pulled in by your gravity,
sinking your raven colored abyss-eyes
and crashing into your rocky shores.
poets, mad men, and other prophetspoets, mad men, and other prophets1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to see, and so pray to be blind;
to see and yet fail to describe.
describing, praying to be mute;
describing what all will refute.
refuted, praying to be free;
refuted but still damned to see.
Christmas Bliss!MistletoeChristmas Bliss!1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In Piecesrum-lust lips make gentle friends,In Pieces1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
words slurred in hands blurred,
burning in between the lines to find
drunken concoction of wilted laughs
and heavy sighs, scented sultry
you are that
rasping in my throat when my voice
deteriorates and I am left breathless
and hopeless and raw, my
muscles ache in memory of the
motions to forget-
we do not let go.
and cold beds call, stability,
metal frames and sunken heads –
rest now, rest with
a prayer on your lips you don't
care to share, a dream in
your mind you'll never get back;
rest and the earth will lend you peace
you will stop. the rivers will clean
your bones; the sand will smooth
your tongue; you will stop, brain blank,
as smooth ivory promises persist.
(interpretations mean less than nothing)
you will stop and rest,
CopenhagenLet’s meet again in an alternate universeCopenhagen5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
where your eyes are brown and I dyed my hair black
because I hated being a natural blue.
I’ll teach you to play guitar
and you’ll show me how to fly,
scholars caught in an intellectual love affair,
a tandem bike going nowhere.
I’ll know you by the gentleness
of your fingertips and you’ll need
no identifier but the slant of my handwriting,
because, world to world, some things don’t change.