WitchcraftCall me SarahWitchcraft3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
was all she said
and I had the uncomfortable
feeling of being haunted.
I let her legs
and red nails
do the talking -
stories I grew up
not believing in,
silver spoons and moons
hung so low
I could taste them,
and autumn lost
between her shoulders.
I never said the right words
and night retreated
when she turned her head
We let the candles burn -
rich foliage of air
the only traces left.
Wings Of GraceWhen everything comes aliveWings Of Grace9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a sweet song surround my heart
and beyond the sadness and insecurity,
I start to fly on the wings of grace
calling the name of Joy.
Hoping that generosity of the Universe
will caress my soul and gentle will touch my hand,
I let my emotions to spread in a special dance
and like a beautiful dream of the beginning,
the colors bloom in the mystery of an unreal light.
I'm still flying and without fear,
I feel my wings translucent like a dragonfly
and in my ears, a pale voice whisper:
"Never call my name again because I'm always with you,
as long as you are able to fly over your pain
and find the miracle of Spring."
Why are you quiet? Why are you quiet?Why are you quiet? 2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This from a man who complains I talk too much
So either I talk too much or I am mad
I am not intelligent enough to be quiet I guess...
Why can't I be quiet, is there a need for me to talk
Maybe I don't want to talk to you
Maybe I have nothing to say
Maybe I want some quiet for a moment
Maybe just maybe I am mad at you
Reasons who knows I am a woman we have so many
There is no point in fighting about anything
So stop asking me what is wrong, before you hate the answer!
Every Journey Has An EndingIf I would have nine lives,Every Journey Has An Ending9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe in one of them,
I would smile to a star called Desire,
which appears from time to time on the sky of an unknown planet,
to make life brighter.
With eight lives, I would think I'm so rich,
that I would be able to find that wonderful legendary golden dragon
and with generosity,
maybe he would protect me from emptiness.
With seven lives,
I would be so proud by my beauty,
that maybe I would forget
that you can not live so long without having a doubt.
With six lives,
I would turn the ashes of the Universe in diamonds
and maybe all known or unknown eyes,
would see the light.
With five lives,
maybe I would discover from where springing the rainbow
and I would catch roots
in an certain Tomorrow.
With four lives,
maybe I would be very selfish
and I would believe that my heart can sing
and that song could stop time passing.
With three lives,
I would dream that my insanity was cured
I would be able to learn to love.
With two lives,
I would start to app
CometYou told me to be a comet -Comet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to grow new wings
and sit out on the roof
and watch the men gather
like seals upon the rocks,
their voices threadbare
warping the wooden pilings
underneath their feet.
You said I was a magnet -
north facing and truant,
missing my arms and legs;
while out in the street
the rain made the dogs go mad
and all the poets were starving
and swallowing their fathers.
You promised you would
take me back with you,
your charity in my pockets
and let me wash myself clean
in your lily pale whys-
my belly slit like a barbarian,
warm and inviting you in -
Both of us remembering
to lock up heaven's gate
and leave no traces
of our bleeding
or any silent sounds
our mothers could identify
and send to call us home.
Once apon a wish.I wish you there! when my heart dose brakeOnce apon a wish.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
so very often this for the worlds sake
I try to bare all, for this life so wrong
but to heal it takes time oh my word so long
All I ask is a comforting hand
someone to be there when no one else can
To live in such pain and unloved despair
To find all freedom is a lie and unfair
But in my life time this will not be
to air as human and set our self's free
I love you all from the depth of my soul
and maybe one day I will find myself whole.
TattooHear me read itTattoo2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I splashed black ink onto your spine;
unintentional as I frenzied and fawned
to try and catch the elusive thought.
You patiently waited for me to return,
out of breath and triumphant, with my trophy.
We hung it on wood next to the elk.
In my haste to write of the love of you,
I'd written in you. I'd marked you as mine,
as my words intoxicated your weak heart.
The ink had permeated your flesh, your blood,
until it silted, deep inside you,
a permanent, unedited, tattoo of our love.
Cat LadyWhen I grow oldCat Lady2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will be the crazy cat lady
all the neighbors talk about.
I will dwell
in a house of sycamore
and live off taffy and gin,
and paint my ceilings yellow.
I will dangle carrots
off the clothesline
and only bathe on Sundays.
I will keep 47 cats
(or maybe 63)
and give them names
like Cumberbund and Camembert
and let them sleep in the kitchen sink
where they can dream of midnight raids
on the pantry-
of sardines poached in pepper sauce
and mocking bird and beetle pie
and we will fish off the crumbling pier.
I will tie bells to their tails
to warn the birds
they are invited for a meal
and watch them flying over
their wings a tell tale
sigh of autumn weather.
And at night we will curl
up on the porch
fur bristling under blankets
and October's jumbled moon
to dream of chasing
mice among the rafters.
Mea CulpaSurely you seeMea Culpa2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just how wrong this is?
Even the streetlamp agrees;
it saw the whole thing -
in a stairwell,
only bricks for company.
Oh my hands found her
so ready and willing -
the fog of rapture
wreathing her head.
found her best parts
tucked in and plucked -
from her belly -
and took it
I made a god
left her smiling,
Blue-Moon BrainIt stands in muddied water in a junkyard, among old refrigerators and VHS tapesBlue-Moon Brain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Learning to speak Spanish, because the French have all moved to Italy
It wants to know everything, but it knows that nothing is better in this pressed-down space
Limos drive by with gloved-hand steering, no heartbeats in the back, elegant skeletons
Driven to high-rise palaces of defecation, seeing nothing but shiny diamonds
Its ear is pressed to the ground, waiting for the vibrations which will reveal all
They never come.
Faint screams are heard behind the laughter at the Senator's party, all is well, all is well
Howl if you must, no one will hear over the roar of vacuous bulimic emptiness
This is life, this is the wounded in the ghetto scraping nails on doors that lead to nowhere
Pounding heads against brick walls, swarming like bees over the top of the walls
Eating the blue-moon brain and stopping nothing, the freight train is still coming,fast
It stands like a crucified Christ, among old tires and broken
SelkieSelkie2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I know the ocean's gentle, rolling waves -
the treasures in its dark and murky depths;
and deep within its grottoes and its caves -
tis there the fey will lure me to my death
I met a girl so fair of face and skin,
her wanton kisses wrapping me within -
that all my senses lurched and crept away,
to lock me in this wet and slippery grave.
The real world................ The real world................The real world................2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The real world don't care if your broke
The real world don't care if you choke
The real world will leave you to die
The real world will not tell you why
The real world is only a game
The real world wants to hurt and to maim
The real world will keep you in denial
The real world will lie with a smile
The real world has nobody's back
The real world is not real thats a fact.
Those WordsIt’s alright.Those Words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m not going to judge your decision.
You’re not going to judge my decision.
You’re not going to judge
I appreciate that,
No, I lied.
I appreciate the effort.
I appreciate the effort you made
to tell me that you’ll still be here.
But those words,
those tiny, insignificant words,
It makes me cringe every time I hear
and I hear them far too often.
I hate those words with all of my being.
No matter how much I plead
that you don’t say them anymore
I know that you still think them.
I’ve spent bleary-eyed nights trying to tell you
that it’s not a choice,
because IT ISN’T.
I don’t know how to say it differently.
I never asked to be like this.
I never asked for everyone to look at me differently.
I never asked to be tormented by my feelings.
I never asked to be treated like I’m different,
just because of a part of me beyond my decision.
I never a
ShatteredI would break every mirrorShattered4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I wouldn't see myself,
so I wouldn't tremble with horror,
so I wouldn't ask for help.
She is a monster;
she would rip me open,
she would burn me 'til I shiver,
and she would do it all over again.
Now I have broken every mirror,
every jagged piece is scattered.
But she's everywhere.
Bleak, I wait to be murdered.
MorphHe pinned the butterflyMorph2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the card,
the dry rot
of blue wings
in the warm room.
it seemed a stranger,
not the imago
unfolding in the jar
of the wet season,
but a legless pupa
FallingEvery time I think of that dayFalling4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you told me you were scared
I beat myself up over it
"Why did I let her go?"
"Couldn't I have said something different?"
"Stupid me "
I wanted to tell you that there was no reason to be afraid
I wanted to tell you that I would never hurt you
I wanted to tell you that I could help you
I wanted to tell you that I want to be with you
Yet all I could say was
"If it's only going to hurt you
If it's only going to make you suffer
Then we shouldn't be together"
You asked if I would be okay
If it was fine with me
I said yes
I would get over it
That night, I fell from the sky
And slid across concrete on my face
And tripped on a rock off a cliff
Into a pit of broken glass
I don't think I will ever be okay
I don't think I will get over it
And I don't think I'll ever stop thinking about you
Why,?Should've seen it coming,Why,?4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i know, i know
but why this had to happen know,
is something my mind won't let go.
All these times,
A perfect friendship,
Ruined by this
I have bad memories
A few broken hearts to speak the truth,
But nothing can compare,
Than those to those nights before we moved.
I left her, all alone
Miserable to the both of us,
Hoping for that lone star.
I'm crying, right now,
It's all just so much,
A few months after the end,
She has started
I don't know why
She didn't tell me
At first or even later
We are so close,
Something must had gone wrong.
What else is there to hide,
From my empty, hollow mind?
I often don't feel like myself anymore,
Like I don't belong with my 'kind'.
Opposite of what society says I should be.
Oppressed by conformity.
I want to flaunt true colors,
Honestly hold her hand.
Just like all those couples can.
Me myself and i
Had all these hours he