The NightThe Night12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deep slow moans
come from the roots
of the earth
and bend on themselves
fingers of the trees
in a sigh
they stretch out
like the hands of a beggar
to turn off
profondi lenti lamenti
provengono dalle radici
e si tendono
dita di alberi
in un sospiro
come le mani del mendicante
Something DearRed skin glistened under a sudden rainfall of water. The droplets curved around a smooth-shaped façade, playing along like it was no big deal. There were patches of green mixed in with that smooth carmine, yelling out with glee. They were light green, nothing too dark; not like an olive - just a perfect combination of springtime merriment. When the water soaked away with a rough towel, the hard, ripe flesh shone even brighter then before, and it almost made me wonder about the predicament I was in.Something Dear10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I remembered when it fell from the sky, landing on the grass with a small thud, creasing down the blades of grass that welcomed such a strange plummet right onto their cheery little homes. The welt in the ground wasn't that big, my whole fist fit right over it, leaving only my thumb to bury itself beneath the soft sediment that sprung to life. Lazily I zigzagged back and forth as I trailed happily in an effortless return to the house, done with my curiosity of the excitement outside.
Winter Blues HaikusIWinter Blues Haikus9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Drunken snowflake dance,
stagger around the street light.
Someone call a cab
The cold air's biting
not like a crocodile
more like a puppy
Carve the silver lake
with graceful figure 8's
humble ice skater
Sub Zero wind chill-
snot freezes inside nostrils
hot air can't escape
Wave your arms and legs
give birth to a snow angel
then watch it ascend
Droopy carrot nose-
Melted snowmen have no pride.
The sun's a killer.
Goose bumps are moguls
and I will ski your body-
Lonely lost mitten
resting by the curb in snow
hanging from the roof,
Icicles are winter's teeth
Come tooth fairy, come.
buckled down, babybuckled down, baby10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This bed feels like cardboard, I am tucked inside
egg-shell skin, I try to unbolt myself
and crack hard into the air.
Your picture drips down the walls,
door hinges stretch and groan
while records shuffle as I chew up old love songs
until they understand what it's like
to be small enough to hide under
the clunk of your shoe-slap
on slippy floors as you walk away
-- fingers are gnawed by their sharp edges.
I was always independent, but ever quite free,
this room churns like cogs
and clocks spin out of tune. I peel away
heavy scabs from shoes that rubbed
my ankles raw, my skirt, fresh from the laundrette
mocks me as it presses against wounds.
Belly down on hospital sheets, my limbs hang
over the sidelines, loosening slowly --
your voice sounds like an applause.
I can dangle your words over edges
from my fingertips, pull each strand along
the uneven ground, so the thumping,
throbbing letters from clipboards
crawl on behind me.
The carpet is soaked with you.
LonerThe street lamps pop on.Loner10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She sits on the corner,
Watching as the people pass her by.
Her big pleading eyes staring at each one,
Asking nothing and everything from them.
She says she wants to be alone
Says she doesn't need them,
Says she's a loner.
But she's not happy.
Deep down she needs some one
Someone to cling to
Someone to hold her close,
Tell her things will be alright
Be with her through all those times.
She feels like she's dead,
That she's invisible.
She is a person, yet
Always feels like a ghostly witness
Just standing and watching
As the world goes by.
She is a delicate rose…
And although hidden by shadow
When the moon shines upon her,
She is beautiful.
Another Road Songfor ashAnother Road Song9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For a given value of love, this
is your song –
Let's run away.
I have bags, a ticket,
sex on my tongue, 8
new ways to say
I don't mind I can't
ever go home.
I don't mind, for a given value
of love, I can't ever go home.
Let's walk on the sun.
Heard a song once, said
it can be done and I don't
trust those stoners but I'd
walk across coals for God,
God makes the sun flowers, so
for a given value of hot,
I'd say you're the one.
The Ghost and The DarknessScared Little HumanThe Ghost and The Darkness9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(They're after your flesh)
(They've got your scent)
(They smell your blood)
(They know where your hiding)
(They're dragging your body)
(They're tearing your flesh)
(They're crunching your bones)
(Please don't eat me)
Glowing Red Eyes
(Our prey is insurgent)
(Defiling our land)
(Take back what is ours)
(We rule this land)
(You had no right)
(Go back to where you came)
(Don't ever come back)
(Or we'll slaughter you all)
Once Peaceful Plains
(Torn by carnage)
(More dangerous each day)
(Blame the vile intruders)
(Who made this they're stay)
(Our plains great gaurdians)
in betweenlook, a wise someone once said,in between8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
between the pages 52 and 53
and there you will find
fulfillment, light as the collision of stars
I don't know why, either
but regret is not a pretty thing
to lay out like dried roses
inside the winter of your thicker books
press a sheet worn and soft to your cheek
words leaking from your eyes
an o for your mouth when you went: aaaah
and the indentation of strawberry from
your front teeth, a little too far front
and that's it
nothing else that bright
doesn't it hurt, to
want something that badly?
the sour feeling escaping
up your ribcage and festering in your throat
we didn't just wake up today and dial a number
that fifty pages had fluttered by
and all you get is page 51 on the left,
52 on your right.
-truth-will you meet me in the spaces-truth-8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
between our fingers
indivisible, but one
(and all the smaller pieces
that don't matter)
a hollow note
twenty minutes to dawn
(i know this because we've been here before)
in this moment, and this thing of arms and arms entwined, called embrace
this moment on soft notsosoft ground sheets
it's the same
and in this moment
this moment is again
and your voices
singing as the past
ceilings and walls
that do not house me
anymore, i hear you
you are farther away
when i am with you
than when we are
so far apart
i do not have a traditional clock
that could tick away the night
in even tones
to focus on
when i'm trying my hardest not to be awake
i only have digitalisations left
In Water WritShock and awe word flash hit like a train.In Water Writ11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Text in a shower, on a car
in a collided color-stream,
I don't want to write
the gut-wrench twist
or add a punch into my life: the story.
There is no need to shock and awe,
to scream ladybugs eat babies to girls. Or spew the damaged
remnants of my thought on them. A former love
sits down across from me at dinner, her paper is Entertainment
and I have Business plus the News, same writers, a different twist, the scream
twists at my lip.
I wanted to scream last night
to get the fuck out at those drunks who had invaded my space.
I didn't. I invited them in, I invited my old love to sit down --
I invite everyone. Everyone is involved.
I wish to howl person removing obscenities,
the way I hurled the door open
shouting 'Who is there?'
I wanted to scream: fuck.
I put pen to paper and write
like a sack of wheat on the doorstep of tomorrow.
I continue the
There is a whisper in my brain that I
you're the only secret I havethere is no sorrowyou're the only secret I have9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the sorrow of a sunny afternoon
stretched out in the hollows of your life
where once the past preferred to play
we've now made way
for forced foundations of the future
the hour grown more than a little late
for the latter day saints of comfortable modern living
and when last we saw love
walking the fine line
he simply stared out over our heads
pointing in absolutely no direction
though the wonder of it all does not escape me
it's the unending questions
that linger longer than the answers I long for
it seems I've sunk all ships
when all I wanted was someone else's voice
or a face to fill my eyes
and I'm tired of asking
why couldn't it be you?
(but why couldn't it?)
Black BirdI've told you I'm staying in tonight,Black Bird10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you, as usual, haven't listened.
Negligent out of pain, perhaps
a thorn lifted off some nightmare
flower. You ask me to remove it,
have tried a shower. I'm thinking
if the water can't free it, how will I?
Besides, I've seen a bird, which,
as it starts to trill, suggests were I
such a thing, I'd rather be dumb.
Still, my not singing like a bird,
does it mean you can't call me one?
Again, you're not listening. And
it's flown off now into that gloom
where everything feels heavier,
but I don't suppose is. It presses
like the sloping walls of a Gallic
town, spied from an odd angle.
we have enough roomwe have enough room10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your mother has confusion in her eyes
and keeps rotating her thoughts
to and from
your heartbeat, this is a fever
that cannot be cured. Cups of tea can soothe
and late night chats can replace the air
they took from your room,
I am trying to put it back
you are stable now.
wiring instructionswiring instructions10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have enough
when cameras remind you of ice-cream tubs and long walks
that lead you past council estates, two drunken men
throw themselves at you like empty coffee jars
that make sounds like the nights you stay up
thinking, instead of dreaming,
but you're okay with that
because you have somewhere to walk to
and from, everyday.
You do enough
when you can stab pillowcases instead of smiles
and chew on your best friends brain like digestive biscuits
then pick up the crumbs. When you can slot your own heart
back in place and hear it click like light switches
or maybe on
because this could be something
like a new flight of stairs, or a hospital lift
that tells you exactly where you are before you get out.
You are enough
when University is a girl who wakes you up
poking your ribcage saying 'wakey wakey,
time to move along now'
and you can feel the loss of a man
that was just press studded into you,
he left too many air holes in your achy body
like one hundred and fourteen 'I'm
Opportunity-8.FebruaryOpportunity-8.February11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the texture of my missed sunrise
wrapped in amber arms and a smirk
fluxing in the newborn light:
I'd've flung myself in arms that begged to hold me
if I'd known they were there
I'm staring into your distance, someone
singing in my buttoned ears
—chops for my cubical existence
there's cement beneath us in springtime, still cold
to the touch of jean-clad cheeks,
this tank top rag doll
folded into your lanky figure,
patient for day
I'm trapped, sometimes,
in fleeting shadows—moments that shouldn't feel
like midwinter sun taunting,
tangling the air, hair
falling in your solstice eyes,
but they do
you can pretend it's...she speaksyou can pretend it's...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that once-in-a-while way
familiar to earthquakes
and the end
when she's alone
shake (alone with her)
she's buried in the bottle
you can bury me in boston
wide-eyed and wondering
this same sky comes crashing
won't claim I wasn't warned
about hanging stars from expectations
second nature embarrassment and
first nature proceed anyhow
I'm still reaching
but she's on the other side
Girl Alarm ClockGirl Alarm Clock12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sun sets unasked
and rises again without the
But I do not
girl alarm clock
timed in the heat of dreams
that make moan and flutter
quiver of over-warm flesh
smooth inseam of thigh
wake me in the morning
she just barely breathes
pull at her eye strings
make short lashes quiver
a back that reaches for me
while fingers fetal curl
towards the face
and her lips twitch
on hot mornings
I watch her naked sleep
love letterslove letters9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
somebody once told me
'people want to be saved by people too busy saving themselves'
i think they were wrong,
people are too busy saving others to notice themselves --
shut in restroom stalls and hanging signs on doors.
they are not sleeping, but trying
to crawl back home.
i didnt love you when we first met, i was just weighing candy
in a paper bag. you dropped seven coins on the floor.
i watched you pick them up. we're stuck in a queue
for fatter arteries and shredded skin.
there's a movie i want to see, if we could get out of town,
all we need is a bit of fuel to pass our tongues,
i wanted to turn on the pumps with my teeth
but a hosepipe ban said we should close up
our wounds. protect the sun from licking pink flesh.
we did, but i drowned anyway,
from the inside - out.
five year plan -
1) wait at the bus stop.
2) drink down disinfectant hard until our skin peels like potatos
and our joints turn supple after a couple more shots.
3) wipe salvia from mouths, do NOT look in
sometimes surgeons like to kidsometimes surgeons like to kid10 years ago in Open More Like This
Sometimes I cannot sleep.
Earthquakes burrow into sheet fibres,
knees meet the radiator, the chunks clunk
then chip away, like the roller coaster thoughts
that spin around the room.
My head smacks pillows, and I remember
all the faces I scanned today,
up/down; they sighed boredom --
and had eyeballs where mattresses should be.
Fingertips feel sore, they say sorry
for touching you. I only wanted to see
what your heart felt like on the inside
but these hands did not belong
blood-drenched in you. Right then I decided --
I will never go to the dentist ever again.
He compliments my oral hygiene
as he asks me to open wide. It makes me sick
to bear my teeth like coffee cups to the world.
My spit embarrasses me, reminds me
of all the words caught inside my palate
that I could not say.
I had a dream last night. God came to me and said
'eleven thirty and something
will happen'. He showed me you in my room
like it was October, apple blossoms were by the window
and white strips down th
view from 20view from 209 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was picking dandelions from next doors backyard and thinking
love is not just Luke-warm organs grinding together,
or having somebody at the other end of a telephone line
approximately sixty nine percent of the time,
or lottery tickets and movie screens with a ring on a forth finger.
Love is a gasping-for-breath twenty thousand foot freefall,
or 120miles per hour on the motorway and four hours on an airplane
to see your smile, with my chest ripped open and neck cracking
more than usual. Love is hands on face on lips on cheeks,
love is on the inside of our eyelids, on the inside of our veins,
we can't dig deep enough to get at it with silver tea spoons
and kitchen knifes on our own.
Love is discovery, love is kissing head-tops, love is shovelling out black heart cells
and licking them clean. It's stomping on my toes with a nudge stick in its hands and a squeal in its voice
saying - stop avoiding, stop the excuses, and for God's sake, stop being scared.
Then love laughs and pretends to
Names Will NeverWrite me a poem, I am tooNames Will Never8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tired to write my own. I have
no words for beaten women and men
in jail, I have a love of love poems
- drumming the ground, flying
the oceans, sailing - in my mind
I have a love of sailing.
Write me a poem, I am too sad
to beat the drums you'd hear
inside oceans, those drums were
for love and this isn't love -
Write me some quiet. Four days
and not one silence came my way.
There's just the noise of sticks
on ground and sticks on bones
and I was wishing for rain
and song when the rain came - and that
was all I wanted.
The rain comes. It washes
nothing away from the streets, it sings nothing.
It smells of home. Write me a poem
that smells of home, remember
home to us with all its sounds
of sticks and stones and bones and bones.
How to leave a love letterHow to leave a love letter9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will build you a butterfly
and cut a piece of paper into shreds
it is important to know that before she did that
she had read
what was written on it
and if you want it
I mean if you really want it I can tell you
It was his love letter
that he should have better
sent to her
when she wasn't looking down on him
from a few inches above his head
trying to play with the single strings of hair that were building ladders
to the sky
from his head that was earthbound
to somewhere where she might be
His hair strings building wires like
those nanoseconds when the sky tries to give earth a long passionate
kiss but instead
their teeth get locked in each other
which causes the sound of roaring thunder
if you have
where that one comes from
because there is always a better explanation than the ones in your science books
exactly those yes , now on your desk spread infront of you
and you look at t
take me...when this gets outtake me...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
its going to be the end of us
I'm in love with your insides
but the package is perfect too
so much so
that sometimes I forget to breathe
it's not waxing poetic
it's a growing
when this gets out
its going to be the end of us
curb dancingcurb dancing9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wore a watch that did not belong to me
and held two fingers to my voice box,
you almost did the same.
Today my words are just left hand turns,
I write like this is the last time
our pulses will be half hoped-for dreams.
This internal bleeding is like raised eyebrows
that I want to stamp down with a blistered foot.
Your were chewing an umbilical chord
as if you had no life left, you promised to die today
on a death bed that used to be mine;
you were afraid of tubes and sirens.
I wanted to say things like --
'life is not always a black skin-suit
with its zipper caught in your hurried truth,
I wanted to put on surgical gloves, say --
'do not be scared of needles'
reach beyond pore-level and tug all this out.
But I could not.
I feel like this too, in the folds of my skin
I feel like this too, in the blemishes on my chin
it is more than this, we know
each other well.