Delete NonetI like to delete parts of my life.Delete Nonet2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Memory here, an item there.
Fade them away to darkness.
Making room for the light.
The past can’t hold me.
I’m letting go.
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!"
2Wings flap, desperate22 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Try to escape this world, they
3If Death comes tonight32 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
For me, for you, for us all
Why try to stop it?
CruxI’m only sure of two things:Crux2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I still carry pieces of your cross on my back and
lilies were your favorite flower
Those last three months-
A silent drive home from the mall
purse full of stolen makeup
Dinners with my family where no one
bothered to make the conversion
Endless hours spent looking at paint samples
and I was smart to not buy the brushes
The line at the liquor store blended
with the lines on the road
At the same time with you
Then it was summer and you talked me into a country drive. We stopped on the side of the road to watch a cow giving birth in the center of a pasture. But, the calf never rose to its wobbly legs or felt the heat of the Indian summer….it never tasted dandelions.
The mother stood by the calf’s body
long past nightfall
and I stood by yours
long after that
Was this what we meant when we said forever?
You didn't dare.She smiled,You didn't dare.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
but it was fake.
but she's about to break.
She reached out,
but no one came,
tried to fake it,
but the pain stayed the same.
This girl, she called to you,
but you didn't care.
Something told you to help,
but you didn't dare.
What would the others say?
The ones who called her a freak.
They may taunt or shun you,
so you choose not to speak.
Then she decides to leave.
Because no one wants her here.
You'll never see her cry.
She'll never shed another tear.
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.
4Legs, running towards42 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
an uncertain future, brave
not knowing danger
Her.I hate this. You have no idea how much I hate this. This lonely feeling that builds up inside, creating this dark isolation that keeps me caged up, alone with my thoughts. I see the way my friend looks at his girl, and the way she looks at him. Love. It's perfect. He'll wrap his arms around her and whisper in her ear "Hey, you're beautiful. But you already knew that." And I know, that that's the kind of love that I desire. To be with the perfect girl. To wrap my arms around her and whisper lovely things into her ear. I want to hold her hand when we go on walks and talk in our personal inside jokes that only bring us closer. I want to have those phone calls, late at night, where we fall asleep still talking on the phone. I want to slow dance with her in the rain, and then looks into her beautiful eyes, whisper "I love you" and then lean in for a kiss. I want to be able to cook with her, take naps with her, take care of her when she's sick, lonely, scared. I want to be her protecter, herHer.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Hell Doesn't Even KnowI want to cry so much...Hell Doesn't Even Know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I'm happy,
Maybe I'm sad.
I feel so alone,
Yet I've been with people all day.
I feel so unloved,
Yet I know I have people who love me.
I can't talk about these feelings.
I can't open up when the door is locked.
And the key is lost.
I want to inspire,
But I just recieve empathy.
I want to die,
But I keep on breathing.
I feel so confused, lost and all alone.
The feelings inside me are too strong for my body.
I don't want someone to understand.
I want someone to give me the answers to why I am like this.
And a solution to fix the massacre inside me...
fast-forward through the goodbyesthis is the beginning of the endfast-forward through the goodbyes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
“i know you,” he says.
and he looks defeated, he looks sad, he looks like
he's a boy who may one day realize how much
he cares for you, so you cut him off and say,
“minus all the secrets i don’t tell anyone.”
“well, yeah, minus those.”
“then you don’t know me at all.”
and then you tell him,
i love you. but you don’t use those words
because those are taboo. are jinxed.
are knock on wood three times fast.
instead you press him in a hug and say,
i’m sorry, knowing he won’t understand
that this is the first time you ever cared for something
enough to try and fix it after you hurt it.
you hope he doesn’t ever realize what you’re saying
and his response will always be ‘what for?’ because
if he figures out he loves you nothing changes.
he’s just going to be in love with a corpse, a memory,
a pair of trigger happy hands,
because i have toimpaledbecause i have to2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
& wreaking havoc on these
more than endorphins &
planes out of control
pretending that if
instilled in bedsheets
Sense MemoryI developed taste.Sense Memory2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We lost touch.
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.
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.
We Are/You Aren'tWe are the unwanted, the brokenWe Are/You Aren't2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The ones you forgot about.
So don't be too surprised when we
Start to scream and shout.
We are the living, the dying
The ones you all put down.
But you'll know who we are when we
Run this goddamn town.
We are the corpses, the maggots
The ones you all despise.
But you'll be the ones scared when we
Expose all your lies.
We are the hunted, the lost
The ones you all spurn.
But you'll cry for our help when we
Leave you all to burn.
We are the losers, the winners
The ones that you deny.
But you'll be the ones damned when we
Hear the angels cry.
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 –
Messsage in a bottleSometimes people cry out for help,Messsage in a bottle2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I think we all have witnessed it,
We watch them break,
We watch their tears,
And we see something in their eyes,
The last piece of hope,
The hope that as well could be a message in a bottle.
Who will ever know if someone noticed that tiny little bottle in the ocean,
Or if they did,
Did they pick it up?
I have seen a lot of bottles in my time,
And most of the time I pick them up,
But I notice quite a few times I don´t,
It is like they become invisible,
Even if they scream loudly right in front of you,
I think something is wrong,
Why do we leave the bottle in the ocean?
I clearly can see they need help,
And I see it,
I really do,
How can you pretend not to?
Between Heaven and HellEveryone has a story to tellBetween Heaven and Hell2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The time and place the falls from grace.
We all walk at our own pace
forever attempting to win the illusionary race.
So I took the time, to sit and rewind....
granted pause to the cause, reflections of the mind.
Years upon years slowly drifted on by...
Journeys left behind slumbering alongside the road of unknown,
collecting dirt and debris, anxiously awaiting to be set free,
but could not flee...no one to save me and turn the key.
Everything has a time and a place within the enchanted space.
A story to tell of heaven and hell...
Realise this upon states of bliss,
In the beginning we all fell--in the end we all shall fall.
Can no longer ignore the ancient call.
Variable TruthI do not know my futureVariable Truth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cannot see the vagaries of
The ebbs and flows elude me
Yet, for all the uncertainties
in all the chaos of
souls lost and
there is one string that I can follow
one thread that shines for me and
that pulses in time with my heart
I swear, even across this expanse
I can almost see
StarlightI walk along a road of dreamsStarlight2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stepping on stones of starry-eyed
alive for all my failings and
content for my lack of fulfillment
always uplifted and uplifting
upon this winding, wending
Treading on hope and faith with what
I can manage
as awash in lucidity
as the stellar nurseries of my
Would you believe that I saw it all with my
not my eyes
I hope you are reading thisthe person I love loves music much too muchI hope you are reading this2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
and the person I love loves that I love the quiet and easy days
loves that I like to stay up late (or early) till the birds sing of morning and
the person I love loves that I love to hold hands and hold a body but only when I know them fully
and the person I love loves listening to my songs and listening to my voice and to my poetry and stories
the person I love has songs to share too and a voice that melts my heart and words that mold it back into something nostalgia old and inspired new
and the person I love loves to look around and take it in once in a while and wonders why we can’t just run away to a secluded place in the forest with a cabin that harbors all of our needs, keeps you and me in a space apart where it rains when we’re sad because we would always be sad together and where the sun is warm on our skin when we are smiling together and laughing together because I made a spectacular pun out of seemingly nothing sp