11I have placed you, frozen, away;
Where time is of no consequence.
Do you not see the pains I've taken
To remember you as you were?
I've boiled the universe down -
I've torn my hair and mended shrouds.
How long should I scream your name,
Knowing you will not answer?
I've traversed the roughest of seas
And each shore, I have found lacking.
Have you ruined me completely?
Can the calm not suffice?
16The moon renders a highway162 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the trees paint the spectre,
You sit with a stillness — unnatural;
You listen for the twigs to snap.
My pulse is a bird straining
Against a cage of flesh.
12Accept that words will sometimes fail you122 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because they are too small to hold all that you are.
When they do fail you (and they surely will)
Embrace silence. There is nothing wrong
With hearing that which can not be spoken.
8It was the middle of summer when I found you. I remember the tall grass coffin and how it didn't seem to suit you at all.82 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I busied myself then, my hands lifting and mending. Those days you spent by my side, I never have forgotten them.
When the sky called you, I didn't protest. Though I knew I would miss you, I knew that my hands could never match the sky.
Three summers saw you return. When you would leave, the summer would leave with you and the cold days were ushered in.
That final winter was bittersweet. Though I knew there would be no summer to come, the coffin of snow really did suit you well.
SurrealismThree a.m., andSurrealism2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
God is in my bathtub
a freshwater moon
in the mother-of-pearl sky.
20All the voices; the people,202 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sea, that's what they are.
A vein opening, they seep and slither.
This static cold after the wash of warmth.
Quickly forgotten, days of nothing.
Glass eyes and skin of wax,
sickly sweet the rotted flowers.
Lips sewn shut; no one listened anyway.
I didn't hear what he replied when she askedLast night, while cultivating a high,I didn't hear what he replied when she asked2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
watching others laugh with their mouths pried
drinking from the first cup I was handed
to avoid conversation,
I saw a man whom I would not dream to love
but drew me tight with an aloof smile; he was
so suddenly there
that I thought I'd imagined his appearance
until someone was on his arm,
asking his name.
Our reflections were side by side
in the mirror on the far wall of the dark bedroom,
surrounded by tea lights and skin flickering
in warm shades of brandy and honey;
I recorded the angle of his jaw,
the shadows that carved his cheekbones,
and the easy way his lips wrapped around words
that were never eloquent
but always the right thing to say.
He was distant
but alluring; he did not draw a crowd with broad gestures
but with a voice like a beacon at sea,
providing direction to drifting sailors who wanted
a story, maybe a moment
in the orange eyes of someone whom they knew
though no one could place a finger on why
.she became a seabed no.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
anchor could grip, with a
habit of turning everything
into a shipwreck
.in the night.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
time you are
skin and stitches
you up with a
purer love, until
the morning comes,
the sun runs his
teeth through your
seams again, splits
A November Shade of GreyYou've got an Atlantic rainstormA November Shade of Grey2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Churning against the inside of your ribs,
A storm of thought and unvoiced emotion.
It will escape your teeth one day,
Like a sudden hurricane of
Wishes and night terrors.
You are a tornado, encased
In delicate glass;
There is a power you know naught of
Underneath your fingertips.
Thunderheads gather, and lightning
Cracks the blackened sky,
Each time your heart skips a beat.
I pity the fools who cannot see
Pressed against the edges of your
Awaiting the end of another
You are the blizzard
That rattles my window panes.
A sweet temptation lingers
And I must remind myself
That a tempest is almost more lovely
I wonder how much warmer
I would be
Enveloped in snowflakes;
Is it truly calmest
At the eye of the storm?
Clouds of silver and ash
Cast down torrential waters:
Tears for ages gone by,
And those yet to come.
I think them
Too precious to lose-
Each one erodes a
Small piece of me away,
beauty is a state of mindforgiveness is thebeauty is a state of mind10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
scent the violet leaves
on the foot that stomped it;
I am beautiful in remembrance:
I am beautiful
in a body two sizes too
large, in eyes dilated
with questions (eyes
you cannot name; gray
like the ocean, blue
like the heart, green like
the fever dream I cannot
wake from) I am the
hair of a lion, a wild
thing, ignition upon
tempted glance. I am the skin
you cannot name, always fleeting;
you always see
but never truly take in.
and I know a boy
carved of ivory silence,
14The waves have pushed you ashore,142 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cloaking you in the foam of the sea.
I wonder how far you must have swam
And did you choose this place to die?
I will sit here with you for awhile;
Neither of us need be alone.
I will lay on this bed of sand
And taste these last salt sprays with you.
I will stay here, wrapped in weeds
Until the sea claims you again.
I am Meant to BeI am meant to be depressed.I am Meant to Be2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because how else would I
Understand sunsets and sinners
Blue moons and cold nights
Beach bonfires and love in your eyes.
Without the thing that
Drives me over the edge,
Rips open my insides
Lays them bare for all to see.
My internal, twisted me.
Because I pine for forget-me-nots
And cry over rose thorns.
Hooked into my skin
Screaming how they love me
And only want to hold me close to them.
My crazed emotion and roller-coaster heart
My sporadic outbursts of stumbled words
And in these I am formed a poet,
Made of what is missing
And never truly there.
So I am always empty,
Hollow, used up.
And in my brokenness I am happiest,
For here, I make my art.
Understand that and you will see me
For the happy shell I am meant to be.
17It's because,172 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His name was her name
And her name was his name.
Two rivers emptied into the same basin
And can you tell the waters apart?
You can't take one, leaving the other
And expect the other not to follow the one.
She carried the embers into the house
And didn't wake up again.
Into Something Newto the edge and back again--Into Something New2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your hands were screaming
on the steering wheel
we have nowhere to go
you've always flirted
with the belief that moving
might get you someplace
like dreams of heaven and
eternities and carelessness
but forever is never enough.
it is not reachable,
and all the tire tread in the world
couldn't take you from your
no one ever took no for an answer;
your hands still scream for
deliverance from ambiguity
and actuality, as well.
so into the edge, far into the end
break the sky with your questions why
we have nowhere to go
but we'll get there soon
.horrors prey on.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
dreams, and sleep can
do nothing about it
a lamb strays
from the flock;
a wolf grins
a.m./p.m.i put my handsa.m./p.m.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the stars-
feathery hair, cold
skin and cyanosis fed,
i realize that i am
born in neither winter
or spring, crying about
cherry tree spines and
throwing stones, i
was left for the
it is the dawn of
February, and i am so close to
seventeen that i can
taste it; i am
very nearly choking
the sky beckons me most
at 11:49 pm, because
it's hovering between
tomorrow and yesterday--
that destroys me.
i want to burn it to the
the ashes in like cigarettes on
i am stuck here
in a windowless town with
a thousand memories stuck
between my canines;
into the wind, i
drop words like dead
take me home.
.i would shed my skin.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
with autumn, but my veins would
crack like the dry leaves
Evening childWe’d sit on porch stepsEvening child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Insecticide burning our lungs
Awkward and gangly attempting to grow into our limbs
You with freckles dusting your nose and I with a small dot on my cheek
You called it a beauty spot and I said god was too lazy to give me freckles
We were 15 and lust driven amnesiacs
Dissolving our flesh with cheap gin in your tree house
Throwing pebbles at the sky hoping to shatter it
We were an epidemic of the underdog prognosis
Playing encores to an audience of cowards
For some reason we’d always rush across rail way tracks
Metal bars quivering and our broken sneakers stumbling
We were branded in mistakes and embellished in thin silvery scars
Battle scars we’d say laughing because there was nothing else to do
13I wish I could take all those words,132 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ones that multiplied and mutated;
Spread like cancer.
I wish I could shatter them, expose them
As the mirror of lies that they are -
Bury the pieces.
I wish for even just one moment of truth,
Where you could really see exactly
Who you are.
Slipping AwayTime needs to learn to walkSlipping Away1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
philosophy has lost its appealYour absence isn't the elephant in the room;philosophy has lost its appeal2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It’s the invisible parasites lounging in the floorboards
Just writhing for a taste of lonely flesh.
My repaired left half is gone;
Without you, I’m faulty once more:
The half-blind broken wind-up doll is here again.
There aren't words to describe the emptiness:
just return soon.
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.
starspunobserving the romanticismstarspun3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of hooded cemetery kids,
smoking cigarettes pretending
they are not dead.
you were always so sure
about my uncertainty,
all my pick up lines
we built the heat
of the evening from the solidity
that two teens at the park
is the stuff of teen novels
(cliches dim on
our leaf-gold horizon)
your eyes darted
from the gray expanse
of the churchyard & wandered
i wanted to ask you
if i could follow. shove
the words aside &
remember that i came here alone.
i remember our innocence
in the static b e t w e e n
about how youth without you is th-
awing out the lines in my whittled-out eyes.
look to the hooded
wonder what we'd have been like
if we grew up as nothings,
like them. teenage
nothings with chiseled
marble in our
out of our parents' adulterated
lies and the excitement of alcohol.
i settle for a star.
it's almost as luminous
as the after