Prelude Nocturne;Prelude3 years 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.
existentialism and shoddy metaphorsI was violet-cheeked andexistentialism and shoddy metaphors3 years 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
(c)loves and (c)loversi am no artist's muse,(c)loves and (c)lovers3 years 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
Road KillI was a deer caught in the headlightsRoad Kill3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you were a Chevy Pick Up going 60 miles an hour,
but I still couldn't make myself look away.
You plowed into my side,
the speed forcing me under your grills,
internal organs properly mangled.
You didn't stop to help me
as my body shuddered with its last breaths,
you just kept on trucking.
You didn't notice how I died
because you were too preoccupied with the radio
to notice the carnage you left behind.
color coded01. ice bluecolor coded3 years 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
MemoriaA battle they don’t seeMemoria3 years 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
magnolia nights and ivory starsi.magnolia nights and ivory stars3 years 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 therelearning3 years 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.
Psychedelic PriestessShe'll look at you and laugh at you and turn and walk awayPsychedelic Priestess6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
She's got some time to blow your mind, she'll drive you mad all day
She'll pull some tricks and throw some bricks and make some bullets fly
And then she'll simply smirk at you, then turn and wave goodbye
And the prophets and the sages, they're all preaching to no end
About how she'll mislead you, make you go around the bend
She'll walk the dark horizon, there's no place that she won't go
There's not a single memory that she won't like to know
'Cause she's the psychedelic priestess, she's the belladonic queen
And she breaks their rules, destroys their books and haunts their darkened scene
And Jimmy tries to speak to her, but fails time after time
And then he simply walks away, a gloomy pantomime
I see her singing songs onstage, right now, as a matter of fact
It isn't all that brilliant, but it is quite abstract
And the Lion Kid is staring, and he's got so much to say
But it all adds up to nothing and he turns his head away
The art of blacking outHow I wish I could say strangersThe art of blacking out3 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
plutonian shoreI dreamed that I died and it felt like sleepingplutonian shore3 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
free agentwell shefree agent6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
that she'd vanish
into the forest
for four years
come some secret dream
lent specter who'd
all conscious thought
wanted or not
in the solitude
this tiny light
who taught my
and so I
made her name
our time would hear
and I dis-
between my ears
yet the moon
often makes possible
lovers sometimes do
and we do
and we do
oh! and dreams
oh! what dreams
to who dreams
who dreams dreams
Lithium BluesStanding on the rooftops with defiance in your eyes,Lithium Blues3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Prodding faces with a finger silhouetted in the alkaline sky,
Never knowing the questions or the reasons why.
You follow your dreams that take you ever higher,
But they fade away to reveal the misery of a liar.
I close my eyes and I want to drive a brand new car,
Sit picking roses for one more second maybe an hour.
I just want to be eighteen if you know what I mean,
Because history is nothing but a dull routine,
Recycling memories of the same old senseless scene.
Sitting on the rooftops with patience in your sighs,
Probing crazes with a cranium wrecked in the acid white,
Never knowing the lessons or the morals right.
You grasp your ideals that make you ever stronger,
But they break apart to reveal the hysteria of an anger.
I rest my sighs and I want to play a second hand guitar,
Stand taking names for one more second maybe an hour.
I just want to be eighteen if you believe what I say,
Because reality is nothing but a pale guillotine,
The Art of Detachmentdehumanized:The Art of Detachment3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a stirring in the breath
of an unswept sky, an itch
in the throat, a tear in
the lining of the sleeve you
keep fingering- like reminiscence
will repair loose strands
(I woke up this morning
in a new carcass, trapped,
by fleshed out flaws and
dismal dreams and the
hush hush thrum ,steady,
[pulsations are riddled with
intent] of my veins)
I am the dents in the floorboard
where boxes of I-can-never-forgets
lay, I am the aching cold of walls
untouched, I am the callouses
of your fingers forgetting
how to work.
(my voice will melt the icecaps,
it will draw all salt from
the ocean and carve a careful
coffin of carnal desires)
I am a cry cut short
in the home of the deaf-
I am skin, I am loose
sinew and sincerities mistakenly
stitched to the bones of a crow
and when the night clears I am
nothing but doll eyelashes and
spider legs, [at the end of the day
the two are indistinguishable]
I am nothing
Sky-Forge SighingThe molten cloud-ironSky-Forge Sighing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
flares in the dusk-topaz
light, sky forge sighing,
cooling into cloud-grey
and star-studded coal.
October EyesSuch gentle colors drip across your freckled shoulder blades.October Eyes3 years 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.
Murder? Suicide?I watch the blood drip to the floor,Murder? Suicide?5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
knowing I will soon join it there.
I will go down as the girl who got
in a fight with her mirror and lost,
and everyone will ask, was it an accident?
What made her do it? What happened?
But no one will dare to think that
it was self-defense, the girl
in the glass was out to kill me,
I had to kill her first.
honeythief.straw-stitched and hanginghoneythief.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
off every word--
pressing my ears
against your brittle
MDMAI can feel my synapses sending electric jolts to one another,MDMA6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
firing pistons, high powered machine guns.
I can taste the chemicals,
the composition of everything I put my tongue on;
right down to the molecular level.
My spit is acidic, peroxide flavored,
and my head pulses to the insane back beat of a song no one but I can hear.
Every light has an extra glow, an aura, a halo around it,
and the night is ever so inviting.
Being still is not an option in my book;
this story was based on movement.
My teeth, once again 32 bits of glass,
crash against each other in harsh ocean waves of involuntary movement.
My legs, my body, they no longer belong to me;
nothing is my own any longer.
All involuntary impulse movements and spasms;
everything is now out of my control.
My secrets run out of my mouth before I can stop them.
The truth shines down in conversations on tough topics
where I would otherwise lie and deny.
Some things are better left unsaid,
but my mind and thoughts no longer belong to me
Insomnia?When you can't sleepInsomnia?5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And it's late at night
Time flows faster,
It flows almost like a river.
It's eleven o'clock
And time's still ticking.
Oh, it's still early,
Let's have a snack.
It's twelve right now.
But now that I'm full,
Let's get some sleep.
Now it's one?
Oh, nothing to worry,
You're gonna count sheep;
They'll make you sleep.
Two in the morning,
You're still counting.
Looks like one thousand sheep
Kept you awake.
And you wonder what's on TV,
Who's online or who's awake.
And if it's not only you.
Four's a lucky hour
To get some sleep?
You're gonna stargaze
Maybe that's the trick.
Five with the sunrise,
While you were outside.
"Oh, my!", you say,
"I got my first sunrise since May".
Six is a charm.
While you're back in bed,
But still no dream
Just a mosquito near your head.
Let's try to get some sleep.
You need to get up in one hour.
But no use, you're already awake
So that's how you spend
A night without sleeping.
Valentine's KissDan's POV:Valentine's Kiss4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I was settled in the giant red bean bag, playing Mario.
Yep, that's how I spent my Valentines Day. Alone in the lounge, swearing at the tv.
Without a bloody Valentine.
While I was facepalming at my lack of skill, Phil, my best friend and flat mate, walked in and plopped down on the floor beside me.
I swallowed and tried to keep my attention on the game, but it was difficult. I eventually just shut it off.
Yeah, I'll admit it. I may have a tiny crush on him. I mean, who wouldn't with his smile and his eyes and his laugh and his.... Oh God, I've said too much.
"Why d'you look like the cat that swallowed the canary?" he teased, punching my shoulder, snapping me back to reality.
Maybe because I'm madly in love with you, you idiot.....
Part of me wanted to say that, honestly. I mean, I didn't want to risk the friendship, but this was hard to hide.
I cleared my throat, "Ehm, no idea. I thought you were out? On a date with what's-her-name?"
He only shook his head,
The HowlingThe HowlingThe Howling3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Inspired by The Black Cat by Edgar Allen Poe
Alas! I could hardly sleep a wink
For so many nights.
I had to lie wake all night to think
And something gave me a fright.
I lay upon my bed,
Sure that Morgana was already dead;
At last, i realized that it was not right.
For as I lay awake to ponder
A low somber feline howl from yonder
In the tomb did reach my ears
I sat upright in my bed
What frightful fantasies played in my head!
I saw a ghostly, ghastly cat
Crawl towards me. It came so near!
That single vision of feline fright
Kept me awake throughout those nights.
ConvictedAs I lay here in my bed.Convicted3 years 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.