UnseenDon´t you hear myUnseen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don´t you trip on them
A million dying stories
spilled on the floor -
the terrible colourfulness of
the splinters of a rainbow
Don´t you see my shadow
dancing through the mirrors
like the ghost of an epileptic ballerina
Don´t you read my closed lips
Don´t you hear this noiseless screaming
The whispering of broken tones, trembling in the air
My eyes are wearing nameless secrets,
hidden in the depths of burnt out charcoal holes
My hands fly like pierced butterflies
through the poisoned air that´s flooding my lungs
My laughter sounds like screeching fingernails across a blackboard
like the never-ending echo of a psychedelic lasershow of drowned rhetoric
The morbid beauty of my intangible features makes the mirror shiver
I´m immured in the abysses of my psyche,
which once were iridescent,
now covered with rotting toxic waste
Chained thoughts, like lightweight birds, are
constantly hitting the raz
Gay, Straight, Or BiSo what if they like the same sex,Gay, Straight, Or Bi3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or even both?
Is it really in your power to judge them
For something they cannot control?
So why do you tease them,
Be so awfully rude and hating?
Is it on your mind that these things hurt,
That they are people too?
So what if they act differently,
And all you do is judge?
Does it occur to you that these people
Kill themselves because of your remarks?
Whether you are gay, straight or bi,
We are still all human,
We still all have feelings,
We will not change who we are,
So you must learn to open your mind,
The martyr of loveI am still a stranger in your battlefieldThe martyr of love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My rifle on my shoulder, I do not mean to fight
My tears cutting the ground under your feet
You stand over my bleeding body
Your cold blade dripping your way out
You stab me, once and twice, you grin at my wounds
My blood meets the thirsty salty soil
They greet, they hug, they mate under your feet
They give birth to the wild bloody roses
Where every wound blooms once more
I hear your walk away, leaving my barren land
I pray for death to push the arrow deeper in my back
To take the last hopeless breath, the last breeze of love
Bury me where the old moon was born
Let my head rest in a land of cinnamon and honey
When the white hands arrive with their remedy
Tell them all my birds left me and flew north
I do not wish to heal, I do not pray for cure
Battered and broken, my heart left the shore
Beautiful Monsterswe are tangled, unwashed hairBeautiful Monsters3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that splays like tentacles on our bed,
long, dark hair and eyelashes like curtains,
long, beautiful hair and two eyes on two bodies
that only watch in
shady bars, because our friends
can't see us like this.
we are hand-holding under tables,
stumbling through alleyways
into apartments, with doors flung open and shut
when our clothes come off and souls entwine.
and when our screams subside, we are
two bodies, one soul.
we are liars when we sit alone on park benches
and watch sunsets from separate ends.
they ask us "do you know each other?" and we
catch each other's eyes and whisper
and if we are strangers, we should not be
kissing under bridges in the dark,
letting the waves crash over our feet
and forgetting who we are.