(c)loves and (c)loversi am no artist's muse,(c)loves and (c)lovers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am no ship's harbor
i am no hero's weaker heel,
i am no good earth's flower
i have never been your lover
nor have i ever kissed you,
- not even once
though i dream of you (c)love-scented,
with lips shaped like a lucky (c)lover's-
kissing you and to be kissed by you
i can never profess,
not even confess
even to myself
i stay standing, (b)raving the cold nights,
pretty much batty and bootless
the absence of you weighs metric tons on my
shivering nape, and
you dam(n) me with
you are my river's boulder,
and undefined border
recappedbath robes andrecapped1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
mini bar vodka;
holds some pride in denial
til second guessings
bring it back.
knock it back.
hold the burn like a kiss.
let it tingle on the lips.
refill with water;
reset the cap.
no one will notice
ConvictedAs I lay here in my bed.Convicted1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I lay awake wondering.
Thinking of death.
Stolen and broken.
Heart steady choking.
Into all that is humanity.
The life that was meant to be.
Lied so sweet.
Eat his heart.
To only bleed.
From the inside.
Broken record begins.
Happiness is my sin.
existentialism and shoddy metaphorsI was violet-cheeked andexistentialism and shoddy metaphors1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
diamond-hearted; a work
of art in reverse,
tearing between my ribs
and calling it beautiful,
and I wonder now why they
never taught me this in school;
the sepia-saturated glow life
gives out some point after
you’ve realized wishes are
for those who’ve not yet
woken more alone than when
they went to sleep,
they never taught me all
the reasons why or that
sin tastes sweet. I met
my maker once in a backalley
bar, stormy eyes and peppermint
breath, charming off a hangover;
he sighed, “I know how many
days it’ll take you to give up
completely. I know how many
dreams you’ve sold away and
how many lies you need to
swallow before you can fall asleep.
I know that you’ve never quite
grown up and I know that
you’re afraid of me” he
smiled silent and downed
another drink, losing himself
in the ramblings of a solipsistic
existence where “I” am finally all
that matters (and sometimes
I believe I was built hollow
plutonian shoreI dreamed that I died and it felt like sleepingplutonian shore2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
without the dreams.
I dreamed that I died and all I could think of was
the people I left behind;
people I hate, people I love,
people I don't know or maybe I do,
people I don't particularly care about
like the way I don't particularly care
(hate, love, know)
I dreamed that I slept and it felt like dying
and it's all I can think of,
because it's a little confusing
RageBurning bloodRage6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A scream I can't hold back
A punch on the wall
Because I've had enough
Because anger has taken over
My broken mind
And I must unleash it
Before it destroys
What's left of me
POEM: THE INFJ POEM: THE INFJ POEM: THE INFJ 1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
IF ONLY YOU COULD UNDERSTAND ME
MY IMAGINATION IS WILD, FLYING AND FREE
UNIVERSAL LOVE NO FOE OR ENEMY
SUCH A GOOD IDEA, BUT THAT WORLD CANNOT BE
I WILL PROTECT THOSE CLOSE TO ME
IF YOU ARE LOYAL, RESPECT MUTUALLY
SEEING THINGS FOR WHAT THEY ARE
THROUGH DARK TIMES A SHINING STAR
THE WORLD HAS SUCH INTENSE ENERGY
BUT THERE IS HARDLY ANY EMPATHY
IF ONLY YOU WERE JUST LIKE ME
TOGETHER WE COULD SET THEM FREE
OUT OF THE WORLD WE ARE A SELECT FEW
DIFFERENT TO AVERAGE PEOPLE LIKE YOU
WE ARE NOT A HIGHER ENTITY
BUT YOU ARE YOU, AND I AM ME
AN OLD SOUL WHO LIVES FOR TOMORROW
HAPPY WITH FRIENDS, ALONE WITH SORROW
WHEN STRESSED I AM ON MY OWN
IN MY OWN MIND A WORLD I CALL HOME
WE PUSH OURSELVES TO DO OUR BEST
LIVING LARGER THAN THE REST
LIMITLESS, I DO IT TO INSPIRE
ANYONE CAN OBTAIN THEIR DEEPEST DESIRE
BELIEVE IN YOURSELF AND KEEP A BRAVE FACE
EVERYTHING ELSE WILL FALL INTO PLACE
GOOD PEOPLE BAD PEOPLE I KNOW WHO YOU ARE
THOSE THAT ARE FAKE, THEY NEVER GO FAR
LIVE A RICH L
magnolia nights and ivory starsi.magnolia nights and ivory stars1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i threw the stars out into the cosmos & used my fish hooks to hang the moon too; hide the sun from wanting eyes beneath the zaffre mountains (look how they sleep) painting the night (wisteria) with such grace.
for who could know the wonder growing a pair of antlers can bring for a small child. time to decorate [find what you can]: shattered compasses, gears [never do they turn], maybe glitter. look how pretty she is with her elegant horns- all isabelline white & with its specks of fallow & teeth splashed with honeydew [no makeup] & a compass too many to show her the many ways to make mistakes.
has anyone ever wondered how a butterfly sleeps? does it keep flapping its wings in the night until its lull brings it to dreams? only to create a cosmic latte, for all the world to see. does it hide among the twist & turns of the yellowing tule trees, waiting for the sun to rise? only to close its eyes again, slowly. waking in the dead of night to create cosmic cream of vanilla sta
relearning i. stardust scatters with therelearning1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
direction of my pupils –
maybe secretly i am an
astrology teacher, waiting
for a sign to wink
happily at me.
ii. excuse the rambling
nature of forgotten question
marks, but tell me:
would you like to be the
object of handwritten clichés
would you like to whisper
secrets in my palm
and would you
like to be the possibility
iii. air brushes against my
skin like the torn petals
of a flower still standing.
[ hold your head up high, honey,
and tell tomorrow to wait just
iv. so you can figure out
the difference between
patience and having all the
time in the world. ]
v. stardust glitters from the
creases of my hands.
perhaps i am not the teacher
but the pupil,
relearning how brilliant
stars can shine.
On EdgePacing,On Edge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thoughts, they race
Promise nearly losing place
The art of blacking outHow I wish I could say strangersThe art of blacking out2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
crept inward, night by night,
stealing my medication and
rearranging my furniture.
But I know it's not true.
There are holes inside
my head. Oxidation.
No one unlocks this door
but me. I am just
Prelude Nocturne;Prelude11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I conjure the moon
as dusk crests,
a wave across the sky
I am lovely and lonely in
the night, shadow-
shackled to the mountainside
and the moths
unfurl their hamsa-wings as
mama calls me in.
October EyesSuch gentle colors drip across your freckled shoulder blades.October Eyes1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A quilt of puddled watercolors soaked in auburn shades.
Spun of golden rivulets and rinsed in autumn skies,
So many endless currents swimming through your lonesome eyes.
Brushing under fingertips and over shattered songs,
Unraveling like morning glaze against my paling palms.
With beauty like October hills and hollow as the skies,
The water drops against the earth will be our lullaby.
color coded01. ice bluecolor coded1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Icicles cling to the shingles in the summer suburbia;
whistle wind chimes tuned to the beating of frost sparkles
of burning cold and stinging eyes
snowflakes contorted from extinguished hearths and skewed cigarettes;
so sorry; I ate their tears with my eardrums
it's the frostbite
I murdered one right after the other
One cried nightfall
The other screamed sunset
03. deep violet
Illuminated sparklers signal to painted cousins
the looking glass blinked though, and they ran away in disheartened.
I wonder if the lemons are just as sour in Constantinople or as bitter in
Fireflies never stay long in Detroit.
04. solid green
A twist and a turn
the broken pinball machine has seen enough
eyelashes to wish cardboard forests from smoke clouds
but I never ceased to abhor; the burlesque puppet dances
russian roulette and laughs
nine of fifty four
05. murky grey
The December dusk is not lampshade
for the jack-o-lantern beneath my door
new turns old on
harmonizei'm built on broken bones and metronomesharmonize2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her alto trills, his hollow tones
a second verse she'll never know
so sweet and sweet and down we go
the cords stretch and scratch but never match
the off beat tears he'll surely catch
the droplets lead a song of their own
recorded on heartstrings, a song i know
his words they ring and the hurt they bring
it's been so long but i choose to sing
and maybe he'll hear the music we make
( it's been so long but i choose to break. )
if only, if only.i.if only, if only.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we drove nowhere
and we spoke a language
that nobody understood
underneath a foreign sky
blanketed in the scent of pine.
you told me
my eyes were like envelopes
because they were always
fluttering to the sound
of breaking seals
and ink stained fingertips.
i told you
we should run away
to a new land
with new faces
i was enamored
with people i had never encountered
and places i had never gone.
you laughed at me
and said that
if i didn't spend
so much time with my head
buried in world maps
i would realize
that i was living on one.
it rained that day
and the tea went cold
but the wind kept whistling
blue skies are coming
and i sighed
vi. our film expired in may
but time replays it in my dreams
as a flock of birds
head north in the sky
(if they can move on after summer
and gather their souls
then maybe i too will try.)
Ann Won't EatEmbracing your cello, you take up less spaceAnn Won't Eat1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Than the hollow-boned spruce, bow firm and melodic,
Your hair falling out
All over the strings.
Happy concertos hang on the rafters
Just as you yearned for yourself
A less-permanent proxy for you;
Watching and smiling,
The wooden beams modelling
What we pine for, and though you decline
A ticket to the theater,
Maybe it's possible you can
Find laughter here on the ground-
Because it's funny, like we say all the time
We can't even feed ourselves
How were you supposed to feed the baby?
And maybe it was rape,
But how pure were you to begin with?
You still love him, and
You can't undo that like
He undid you.
It's becoming clearer to me these days
That I won't see you again
Just as I said
Though you didn't really believe that,
It hurts when you're wrong.
So carve your arm up, I love you,
I dare you.
And callous your
Because maybe it's not so flawed
Because wrong can be measured in degrees
Like the cold of your
Sky-Forge SighingThe molten cloud-ironSky-Forge Sighing5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
flares in the dusk-topaz
light, sky forge sighing,
cooling into cloud-grey
and star-studded coal.
MemoriaA battle they don’t seeMemoria1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The war of memory
The struggle to suppress
These seconds of duress
Along with these moments
Longing for lost enchantments
Wishing to forget
To get lost in the net
Then this tale could fade
Slip into a dark shade
Giving us another chance
Another try at our dance
If memory was merciful
We would simply forget
And if time was remorseful
Regret and hope could offset
We could get lost in the glory
We could live another story
Without painful memory
Connecting you to me
honeythief.straw-stitched and hanginghoneythief.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
off every word--
pressing my ears
against your brittle
Dear DeathI sink my kneesDear Death4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
into the sodden dirt
surrounding the grave
of a human long gone
I touch the stone's
chiseled cursive words
and trace the letters:
how gelid they've become
I stare at the flowers
that people have left;
upon the plot,
And I think about
how when I die
I hope people leave no flowers
for the message they possess
"I'm trading life for death."
Lucidityi.Lucidity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a natural lucid dreamer. When I was sick,
I dreamed away whole strings of days that burst
with causal power, as if the sun, shining past
my silted eyelids, had spilled a home behind them.
You watched how well I played that girl:
high heels, sparkle eyes,
sitting on his work desk with my lips curled,
legs crossed, booze at needle length
beneath my skin expelling floral tones,
I pretended to fall asleep on top of his blankets
so I had access to my concave nest,
a place without his hands on my stomach, no,
and without his mouth on my shoulder.
Now I am not even here
and he doesn't know, not at all.
My respectability besieged
the rest of me when I believed
in being respectable, for,
like a miasma of red night,
pulling up sleep in orange-tasting sinews,
you were born from a nautilus shell
to ensnare the thirst of laughing.
Had you been tossed so far beyond yourself during the night
that you woke up aware that you think about eternity
because it's manifes
I'll Still Be Here - Phan and KickTheStickzTitle: I'll Still Be HereI'll Still Be Here - Phan and KickTheStickz2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rating: PG-13 for some of Dan and PJ's language x)
Pairing(s): KickTheFire (or whatever Dan and PJ's ship name is) (friendship), Phan (AmazingPhil and Danisnotonfire), and KickTheStickz (KickThePj and Crabstickz)
Disclaimer: This is rubbish, seeing as I obviously don't own Dan, PJ, Phil or Chris. But yeah, nothing of this ever happened and stuffs x)
Dan walked through the streets of London to get to the Starbucks to meet PJ. PJ and Dan had been going out for these kind of things for the past few weeks, since Dan and Phil had moved to London. Whenever Dan needed to talk to someone about something, he talked to Peej. Since Dan and PJ were living near each other, they saw each other a lot more, which was great. PJ was easy to talk to, like a brother.
Dan wasn't sure how this unusual friendship between himself and Peej had started, but he knew that it was really nice to have a friend who he could pretty much talk about anything to. Ot