In the water,
The rivers Daughter,
Won’t you let me
Come and sing now,
With you lady,
In the water,
Let me come?
Now good knight,
All in armor,
Quit your pestering,
And go marry
the farmers daughter.
But my lady,
Dressed in silver,
Just as I am,
Let me sing with you
All in armor,
Marry the farmer,
Live in the sunlight
Masquerade.Slather; splatter; spread it on,Masquerade.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rub in the liquid until it is "gone."
Every time I hide my face,
My true beauty seems to erase.
to love you is to lieto love you is to lie;to love you is to lie2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to deceive you is to betray myself.
to curse you is to send my heart to something else,
perhaps a ghost of what I imagined,
last spring, in the rain, under the full moon,
that open heart, willing soul, and I knew them both.
to love you is to die;
to trick you is to destroy myself.
shattered windows and bloodstains,
my mind torn from my body as I tried to
my stars all falling from the sky.
loving you is agony;
shunning you is pain.
not again, said my corpse,
my battered conscience,
this house is built on stone!
but summer brought heat,
autumn brought wind, and
winter brought the chill of death.
suddenly the fortress I had built was
gone, taken by new spring floods.
loving you is death;
hiding from you is torture.
who to blame?
my being, my essence,
swept from beneath by the hand of forces unseen.
my heart had no more walls, then,
my soul was sinking, and
my mind was weak from distress.
shining strength of twenty suns, I prayed,
allow this love to vanish lik
Light upon her skin.I want to beLight upon her skin.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In love with someone
And watch the light
Dance on the tips of her skin.
Like the sea,
I'll be the ebb,
And she'll be the flow
Moving together in perfect rhythm .
I want that feeling
Of confusing, alternating, maddening
Love to fill me from within
And to know how it feels,
To hear the words –
Skin DeepSkin Deep2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beauty is so aimless.
It has no purpose, see?
So I don't see why it should matter
If you're prettier than me.
Yellow WallI write on the wallYellow Wall2 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.
Black voidsA black void escapes my lips.Black voids2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the infection of pain takes over.
I’m screaming to an empty room.
In it lays all my fears.
My eyes are filled with parasites.
Seeing nothing but black.
Which leaks it’s way into my heart.
Trembling fingers, and sweaty palms.
Bugs clinging to my hair.
Nesting in my skin.
I have been contaminated.
By the sins of others.
Nobody can harm me now.
I have been contaminated
By the whispers of the heartless.
Reaching forth for some light.
It only seems to burn my skin.
My right eye has been removed.
And left with a hole.
Head spinning round’ and round.
Sitting in this dirty contaminated room.
A perfect fit for me.
O FevraleWitching hour, welcomed with a sigh,O Fevrale2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bare-breasted and ink-stained in the night.
Half in love in this half-life half-light;
pisat O Fevrale navsnryd, dreaming
of the gods. Wanderer, today I died and
died again, and whispered prayers
to clasped hands… until the nestled
droplets fell away like sunrays at dusk;
and when moonrise came, I sang again.
A ThoughtThe best art is madeA Thought2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
By those who care not for fame,
But who love their craft.
In a perfect world,
The Bard's name is a secret,
But his tale is known.
1The moon and the stars12 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Are extremely lovely, but
You are much brighter
knock knock.there is a sound like something has died.knock knock.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you make this sound, like someone has died.
when you see me, you make this sound, like someone has died,
and i have to look down at myself and check i'm not dead,
that it wasn't me who died, and you aren't making that noise
because you came here expecting a warm welcome,
and instead you got a corpse.
but no, i'm breathing, i can see my chest moving
up and down with the rhythm of it.
i'm sure if i stopped, it would burn.
but you still made that sound, and i'm not dead,
so it must be someone else. i'm sorry for your loss.
who was it that you lost? should i be making a similar noise?
should i be comforting you? oh god,
i've never known how to comfort you...
and you're still looking at me like that,
like i died, and no one told me.
but i'm not dead. we just established that.
is there something on my face?
is there somewhere i should be, something i should be doing?
why won't you say something?
you came in here, made that noise,
Prison of RulesYou can't escape a jailPrison of Rules2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If there is no lock to fail,
If there are no bars to slip through
And the prison is of your mind too.
Real walls would leave hope,
A battle to help you cope.
But thoughts can bind too tight
To leave a chance of winning the fight.
So many people seeing, blind
A prison a million people designed
You can't escape culture's rules
They aren't physical, there are no tools.
The Science of Usi. Geometry promisesThe Science of Us2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eloquent lines, run from toes
to midsection, perplexing
angles in eyes and
and eyes, again.
And your mouth would be a sphere,
curved and perfect,
ii. and spinning on its axis.
Physics tells the truths
of the matter,
like behavior of bodies in motion
through space and how they want
to collide with one another
even bending time itself
to shorten the distance.
guided by the gravity
iii. of everything learned.
I love you.I am not myself these days;I love you.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I find myself, more and more,
in the fog of window panes and the
cold, misty morning air.
I am not myself these days;
I lose myself, more and more,
in the way light catches off
certain clouds of sunset: prisms.
What is different?
I love walks in the park,
clichéd as that may be,
and I enjoy the taste of the rain.
What else is different?
I am not willing, try as I might,
to accept or acknowledge that
the sins of my ancestors reflect in me.
Of course, this is all since I met you.
I wish, sometimes,
to feel less like a piano,
and more like a harpsichord that
only you know how to tune.
I dream, sometimes,
of what lies beneath,
and of why I can’t find
the reason for why
I love you.
GravityNot every man can prove their weight, their worth.Gravity2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
With dreams of wings I am forced to walk.
I wish to become the challenger of my own gravity,
To rise so much higher than fate will allow.
A wall of fate; nothing satisfies.
Just because I defy you, doesn't make me wrong.
The size of my deed will reflect my ego,
Project myself, I must become exactly what I want.
So gravity, I challenge you to keep me down,
I defy you to crush my wings!
In defiance I scream at my fate;
"I'll gain my wings and you'll keep your weight!"
3If Death comes tonight32 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
For me, for you, for us all
Why try to stop it?
The Honest FewThe lovers restrainedThe Honest Few2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Unfazed by the solitude they’ve gained
They instead nurture the soul of their bond
Whisking ones earnest emotion,
To where the words are also fond
Here’s to these honest few
At the helm of their romance
Fresh faced and new
Here’s to an age of foolish reluctance
Buttoned down by innocence
And adhering to its dominance
But I say to them, “Do what you must”
For a lover’s warmth can be taken in a gust
Unchain the verse that dwells within
And covet the silence, where your voyage may begin
Rest, NowI.Rest, Now2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The mist of the mountains
Like the breath of a giant
Soft, as if sleeping
Cool this time of year
Settles in around me
Damp and grey
The air is murky
I begin to feel alone.
Darkness comes quickly
The sun is saying goodnight
Over the tops of the peaks
And leaving in a hurry
He is my friend, the sun
Stretching his arms out to warm me
But betraying me at last
Leaving me to the murky gloom.
It is midnight when I hear it
Quiet, at first
Almost like a secret
Then louder, forgetting stillness
Beautiful, like a hundred harps
And wretched, like a dying thing
The sweet melody shatters my soul
And I know it is for me.
The stars lighting my way
I see her there
Black hair, blacker than the night
Pale dress, paler than the moon
Blood stains on her hands
Her task, I see, is washing
Cleansing my garments of life.
Translucent, in the water
Like the ghost of an angel
Her voice sings of
Words never spoken
Love never shared
Ways never parted
A Wasted OpportunityThese six words could've contained infinities.A Wasted Opportunity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whispers of another lifeYour dress is a ball gown,Whispers of another life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an upside-down rose petal;
those inverted flowers
make half of my garden:
I'll make you a bouquet
of dark red, and lavender;
a dress for warm evenings,
our hot nights.
Eyes like watered wine,
refined, and intoxicating;
inviting and poisonous:
You've corrupted me, dear,
but slowly, carefully;
hazel depths, inviting,
deep amber alcohol.
A thousand grains of sand,
gritty and gravelly, imperfect;
nothing feels farther from
your skin touching mine:
Velvet and silk and corduroy,
these things of delicacy;
every inch of you, satin smooth,
elegant suede and swan feathers.
Lazy days, shaded porches,
iced tea and lemonade;
respite that comes from your lips,
conversations and intimations:
Down below your surface,
your flowers, toxins, and chiffon;
whispers of another life,
lived apart from me.
Still-life.The best of my paintings:Still-life.2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
the hum of
a sad piano,
a morning cigarette,
and a graveside angel;
all I ever wanted.
Tanganyika1.Tanganyika2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Your naïve welcome
and medical maroon;
rituals of life and death;
viscous blood taboo.
A band of crimson,
ancient June in the desert;
the opulent ivory.
Patient and scarlet,
masks of ladybugs.
powerful saffron and myrrh,
a tribal countenance.
The FeastTake roost dark raven,The Feast2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The whole world shall soon be your haven.
Death sails across the Dead Sea,
Fall to your knees and pray,
But no matter what prayer you say
Death shall sprinkle sand over your eyes
And watch you as you die.
Oh mortals of Earth and Man,
How displeased the gods must be for them to withdraw their hand!
Oh ravenous raven
Who sits perched on chapel's edge,
Watch now as your master
Moves on silent wings
And the melody of sorrow and death does he sing.
Oh ravenous raven
That ever-hungers for the next feast,
And revel in more than mere slivers!
Be it sun or star
Near or far,
Death has brought you the grand feast from the Sea of Dead
So that you may remain ever fed.