Soundless Screams.And he sank in the sea of plausible words;Soundless Screams.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
only the anchor of mistrust holding him bound.
Holding on, he cursed gods and promised lords,
what'd happen had it been the other way around?
Bitten lips and slumping eyelids haunt his mind;
or what remains after the utter devastation.
Sanity and eternal aberration have entwined
in order to give birth to merciless frustration.
Can Earth be suffocatingly boundless?
If so, then he can be free.
Can screams be loudly soundless?
It seems that his can be.
SeaSea3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her love was bone white,
[ but never like diamonds. ]
Truth then became water to
pruning fingers and splitting lips,
while she drowned
in the mouth
of a liar like me.
Hopea little girl stands on the corner ofHope3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
5th and main.
her shoes are tattered and torn
from the burden of service.
it's pouring rain, but she has an umbrella
(also quite a bit beat-up).
she looks up at the sky, raindrops splattering
on her face.
she wonders - as she has for a while - if any help will come.
but no, that's silly.
she's already seen too much
to believe in fairy tales.
the little girl searches the clouds a bit more,
then lets go of the umbrella.
the wind is so strong that immediately it's caught up and
just like a balloon.
she sits down
almost as if
that was her very last one.
SometimesSometimesSometimes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look at you
And wonder why we talk.
Wonder why we were friends.
What made us click.
You say something
And I wonder why people laugh
Wonder what goes on in your head
What made you say it.
We have a moment
Where we share a secret smile
And I sadly accept
That you've been forgiven
Yellow WallI write on the wallYellow Wall3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to convince myself
all things can fade.
But this is of pencil
and my sorrows are
written in sterner ink.
GhostI fell in love with a ghost,Ghost3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She visited me in my dreams,
She stroked my face, smiled a tender smile,
And gazed into my heart with her eyes,
I cannot recall her name,
Because she never told it to me,
She just made me feel happy,
And that seemed enough for her.
I would often wake, with the warmth of her touch
still fresh upon my face,
The memory of her beautiful eyes
still makes my heart skip,
And beat to a rhythm I had not felt in so many years,
I would look forward to sleeping
and to be able to feel her touch again.
The dream was always the same,
I would enter a room, of such
opulent furnishing and beautiful decor,
I was always amazed;
The sun would be shining through,
Casting golden rays of hope upon her,
A woman of such beauty that only dreams are made of,
She would always look up and smile at me,
A happy smile,
A loving smile,
She would stand from her seat,
And in a second, be at my side,
Holding my hand, stroking my face,
She would say such wonderful things to me,
Things that carr
WreckedShadows spit outWrecked2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gasoline and shoe paint,
write sermons with their fingertips,
spin gunslinger sympathies and
i don't tell you enough -fair-haired childi don't tell you enough -2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a hesitant touch,
how you've grown.
motherless daughter with
eyes as alive as spring
they could forget what they've seen),
i love you.
the cars you crash into
and the scars that you carry
never keep you from sky-castles
that are far beyond your reach.
you, who vanquishes her head-foes
with the cadence of her rocking
and the rhythm of an ever-anxious heart,
are wiser than you take credit for;
because even though your heart remembers
how lovers become calloused and impatient
with your flighty soul -
you will always return to the heavens.
you will always carve your path
out of the darkest forests.
even with your beaten and clipped wings,
you choose to fly;
keep on, faithful-dreamer.
you're sure to find your dawn.
Life is a desertLife is the driest of deserts,Life is a desert2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its sands forever shifting,
Threatening to overwhelm
the aimless wanderer.
The one without a goal.
Some see solace and safety,
In the shade of burning trees,
Awaiting the day when the rain arrives
to wash away the pain.
A day which seldom comes.
Many find safety in pits,
Dug with blistered hands,
The running walls of their respite
endlessly returning to their original
Blistered hands dig endlessly until skin peels from bone.
A brave few risk the sunlight,
Daring to dream they face the perilous desert
and claw their way through the scorching
To finally find what others dare not dream,
i found a body"i found a body made of light and wood."i found a body3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with pieces of fleshy bark pasted on
as if its creator were a drunken artist.
from the rich-brown wooden body
tiny green buds spurt;
and beneath the bark,
a hot light glows
bubbling between the cracks of wood
as if larva would pour out if a piece of bark
were to be peeled away.
a swarm of buzzing fireflies,
lingering near the magnificently delicate body.
the body belonged to a man I talked with in my dreams.
his peculiar mind babbled with demons -
they were long and fleshy
and fell over
like old flowers
bowing in sorrow.
the righteous will fall, he'd say.
and I believed him.
I found a body made of light and wood,
but the dripping sap has never been more dark
its idyllic light has never been more sweet
and my poignant bones have never been so weightless.
The Atlantic Lungs TheoryMy apologies are stretching as wide as the Atlantic ocean because I no longer want to breath out regret.The Atlantic Lungs Theory3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the devil has taught me that my sorries will constantly be synthetic like my emotions.
So I cheated on my happiness with melancholia because my respiration has no gravity in this universe.
I can't be alive to tell you I actually mean it, to say I'm sorry means I love you a thousand times times infinity.
All wrapped around my pinky with a red ribbon
1. IntroductionWail into the1. Introduction4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pages of history
as your Mother
of all creation
at your birth.
the sheets to be your
feather stuffed with
bonded by a throne of books
joy of old.
Born with pen in hand
your soul sings.
No one else can hear
"This is your introduction."
The White-Striped RoseI awake in a dream without my sleepThe White-Striped Rose5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never lost in realms dullest deep
Pondering the trees and the bark of soot
Wisps from smoky, earthly chute
Where passion fruit grows
Like the love from one to another
Where fields kiss the windy trees
While dandelions sooth the summer's breeze
Walking our walk, hand in hand
Talking the talk so we understand - surprise
With words; open the fiercest cage
Release like buds blooming again
Downstream like green mountain dew,
Splash like fireworks; make light anew,
Is the feeling of finding the one from your dreams
When everything is as exactly what it could be
As I proclaim the greatest joys at all sights
Oh let the avalanches rise to greater heights
In this ring of roses and forget me nots
There's no need to fall down and sleep
Because the dream world lo and behold
Is right here with my lovely revelation
That while a white-striped rose lacks in truth
It's not just about the flower, but more that I can give it to you
on commuting with no hurrythere you goon commuting with no hurry5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
lighting matches in the rain,
walking with two feet
that the gods gave you
because they cannot walk,
heading home as if with news
of some miraculous disaster,
counting the steps between yourself
and the clouds that disappeared
behind the grey veil of October.
thunder and lightning unfold
so close above
and you dream of a destination
somewhere in the south
where birds and stormy weather coexist.
behind you there is nothing,
running water will erase
every footprint you have left
on the dark sand of this metropolis.
before you there is distance,
enough to live your life
in a constant state of travel,
but not nearly enough signs
for you to know
where you are heading.
close your eyes
as not to be blinded
by the red lights and the yellow warnings,
those ever changing speed limits,
and open your arms
as to be looked at by the sun
that will soon peek out behind the nothingness,
ripping the veil
of the vast, unending
VII. Without daring to say a word.VII. Without daring to say a word.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without daring to say a word.
There are fragile words
Which form outlines
Of a vulnerable life.
In the autumn colors
Disturbed by the noise
Of the rain on windows.
At the end of the day, the somber
Reality becomes a burden.
This woman is invaded by anxiety
Her tired spirit, on the alarming
Silence of the language, is slowly
Dying on this kiss of the other one.
He, who believes with his smile
To understand everything
by watching at her crying.
He, with his stupid words, he hammers
The commonness with his unsightly facies,
His absent glance in front of her who doubts
In the gust of feelings.
Quiet, he falls asleep,
she stares at him
Silently with sadness,
bunny fishi've been broken and undone,bunny fish3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
since the moment i was born.
fragments of glass and paper
strewn together and laced with
ten-pound-test line (only
they forgot to test it and
it was something more like
when you snapped
at my garlic-loving fingers
i didn't make a sound (good
girls don't cry and tattlers
everyone knows to leave
the puzzles missing pieces
in the closet (along with
that dusty rug from under-swept
secrets and last year's
i choked on all those dust bunnies,
trying to cough them all out
(but like bunnies do,
they burrowed and nested
and i'll never be rid
When in DoubtFeather soft and quiet as a whisper,When in Doubt2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she tip toes around the sleeping beast.
They would lay together in the bed they made.
Rolling around in twisted sheets.
White walls and picket fences.
Surely they had it all?
What would you give?What would you give?2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
reign on earth
Give Her A KissGive her a kiss for meGive Her A Kiss4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And tell her I'm sorry.
As you lie with her
Wrapped around her
In a world that's all your own
Send her a message
From my lips
Give her a kiss for me
And tell her I know.
As I lie alone
Hidden beneath blankets and silence
For chances long since passed
Tell her I miss her
From my heart
Give her a kiss for me
And tell her I tried.
As sunlight dies
And you slip into sleep
And completely content
Tell her I need her
From my soul
Give her a kiss for me
And tell her goodbye.
As the edges of vision fade
And the world begins to collapse
And all I can do is watch
How it ended up like this
Give her a kiss for me
And tell her I love her
From my lips
Inkling"I just bought a whole new load of ink yesterday, now it's gone," the store owner, Mr. Peter, said to Heather, as her mother looked at the dresses.Inkling3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Why is it gone?" Heather asked him.
"Must be the work of devils," Mr. Peter said, "If it weren't for the high demand, I would stay as far away from it as possible.
"Oh," Heather said.
She quickly turned to her mother, holding her hand.
"Oh my, look at this. Heather, you would look beautiful in this," her mother said, holding the yellow dress in front of her daughter. Heather nodded. Her mother went to the cash register.
"Ah, that's a pretty one," Mr. Peter said, placing the dress in the bag. "The Gilberts' were just looking at it."
"Oh really?" the mother asked, taking the bag.
Heather looked around the store. Dresses, jeans, candy were all around the store, trying to tempt or bore her. She didn't understand why grown-ups came here so much. She'd rather be playing with her dolls.
A young boy holding a journal and an inked quill in his hand
EmptyI am air to youEmpty3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
For nothing is worthy of
of seafoam thronesFrom Atlas’ hands she wept to me,of seafoam thrones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
atop Africas and South Atlantics;
this is one situation unaffected by
ember eyes and windy lashes
(it has no anatomy).
You are sparrows stranded
in tiny crevices and cliffside love,
though you rebuke flight
in the fear of chipping feathers.
So what do you do?
You reach for my soul,
coveting flight with shaking
and perhaps I’ll let you:
With flytrap lips and
glass shaped hips…
you are unfit for anything but
(But beauty isn’t everything)
Embers"How are you?"Embers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"You have a good day?"
falling like embers,
"Do you ever have fun?"
"All the time."
but burning to the touch,
"You never smile."
"Of course I smile!"
then flickering out,
"Are you keeping up?"
"I never fell behind."
but soon they build up,
"Did you sleep well?"
swarming like fireflies,
"You look tired."
turn into flames,
"Are you sick?"
taking your clothes,
"Something on your mind?"
the flesh underneath,
"You wanted to talk?"
"It's not important."
"You've been acting distant lately."
"Sorry, I've been busy."
"You missed a class."
"Must have been a mistake in attendance."
"We're worried about you."
"You need help."