Into the PlungeBuild me a
sandcastle on the edge of the sea,
where the cliffs are sprayed with the salty tears of the tide,
and sirens cry into the night for the arms of a lover
to whisk them away into a dry night free of brine;
Where we shall dance the sunset's furtive sigh of redemption
on the edge of saline bluffs, and kiss with the gunpowder
of forgotten cannons high on the waves of an abandoned ocean;
Teetering the edge of the world, where the Kraken and Leviathan lay in wait
for lost-lorn victims of broken hearts and brackish undertows
coursing through their veins.
why stars don't sleep& stars they never sleepwhy stars don't sleep8 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
cradled in the gentle limbs of the moon
the sky in ocean's blood
how they love their dawn
never wake to twilight nights
breathe life into mountains
caress sky's limit
& painting life in yellow dots
falling out soundlessly.
24 Hoursi.24 Hours10 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Dreams will slowly fade
as dawn breaks through the windows;
morning’s here again.
Stomachs growl and groan
as smells from the kitchen waft;
afternoon is here.
Dusk paints a red sky,
the sun retires for the night;
evening shall bring peace.
The stars and moon dance,
a waltz of shining passion;
night has come at last.
The Last LightAfter the lung shivers around a globule of fluid, rattling to dismiss it.The Last Light1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
After hallucination and disorientation, after the tears and words,
far after these poor man's indicators of consciousness have passed.
After the kidney droops raisin'd, bowing its head on its wilting stalk.
After the tepid heart brushes its vibrato through the body for a final time
and the resonance of that note dully hums through the mottled skin.
After the blurry murmurs of a destituted loved-one fades to tinnitus.
After it becomes nothing but sound (and then to nothing as much as that),
as the brain itself claws the inside of a skull for the semblance of a breath;
in the tipping moment between that and the culmination of a life well grown;
only then will hope, the last one to turn out the light inside, die.
relearning i. stardust scatters with therelearning1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
direction of my pupils –
maybe secretly i am an
astrology teacher, waiting
for a sign to wink
happily at me.
ii. excuse the rambling
nature of forgotten question
marks, but tell me:
would you like to be the
object of handwritten clichés
would you like to whisper
secrets in my palm
and would you
like to be the possibility
iii. air brushes against my
skin like the torn petals
of a flower still standing.
[ hold your head up high, honey,
and tell tomorrow to wait just
iv. so you can figure out
the difference between
patience and having all the
time in the world. ]
v. stardust glitters from the
creases of my hands.
perhaps i am not the teacher
but the pupil,
relearning how brilliant
stars can shine.
Star-writHear me read it!Star-writ8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is nebulonic fate that we should dance
together in this burning bald ballroom
as the flames lick up the sepiatic walls
and drip curled paper down upon us.
It is our right to spin each other here
in the torrentous reign of flames and ash
as the chandelier, already hanging,
spits and sparks at us, trying to take us too;
and as everything we ever loved or cherished
in porcelain veneer or hand-crafted sycamore
crumbles to a close, still the thought remains-
that it is our star-writ fate to dance on.
saltwater lullabyi am beside myselfsaltwater lullaby10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you are inside me -
water boarding my heart
and seeping into my lungs.
exit, please, with haste
before i'm laid to waste.
i'm already nothing at all,
a melody comes choking out of my
salt ridden throat
invoking fear in each ear
it falls deafly on.
they never remember me,
until i'm gone,
and neither will you.
on these verses, these words,
these curses -
they vex me
and i have foretold them all.
perhaps, i am a fatalist
Rose Scented Ashes III - SchoolFast forward a few years...Rose Scented Ashes III - School8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Daniel was now about four, five years old, and getting ready for his first day of school, of Kindergarten. His mother had recently suffered another bout of infuriation toward Valance, who had made one remark about "What happens if the other children find out Daniel's partly plant?" Apparently, she had assumed he meant to reveal it to the other kids, and instantly snapped, chucking a vase at his head, and - thankfully - missing.
Suppose she really didn't want me to have any part in his life, Valance thought as he leaned back in the chair at his desk, reading by the sunlight, slate-violet eyes not really seeing the words on the page in front of him. Not beyond giving him a name - which she has probably already claimed as something she thought of anyway. No, not probably, he already knew as much from the whisperings he tuned in on.
As he listened to the tumult outside of his door, of the babysitter attempting to get the rowdy young c
WhisperI want to create an aromatic sea of jasminesWhisper11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and stardust mountains of silver and —
Inkblot skeletons with paper mache
hearts, whose bones shall burn with one glance at the
sun; gravestones of blood diamonds and tears of thistles...
Harp strings ringing in grotesque harmony, screaming
for slender fingers to pluck and caress with devotion.
I want to write
upon leaving edensend me far away to whereupon leaving eden8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sun shines silver like broken
mirrors and wild things wander
through the night; places with
funny names and maps etched
from tree bark & lichened stones
that line up end to end for miles:
where truth is a birthmark that
scars us by, upon the coast
glass of wine- toast to the rising
moon sublime. dreams are in third
person, cupped by the creak of
wild woods that whistle, and teach
us what it means to be alive.
come, nestle up against cedared
fantasy & watch the birds fly south
for the winter, hoping for something
other than white sand & buried treasure.
save all our tragic souls from becoming
what we should have- speak now or
forever hold insecurity like a spark in
the eye of god, and wish upon things
more infinite than a star.
like the fell of spring, bursting with the
coloured dawn of wind; like the rooted
soil we sing, the return of our ghosts
to self aerifying. to the slight of clayed
fingers reaching, deemed to be teaching
celestial crossovers & the
RainwaterHer hand pulled from mine –Rainwater10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
slipped, like rainwater,
drifting through night;
her voice, confessed soft
sorrows as I dreamt.
"I no longer
in storms like you."
autoflowerreorganize the bodyautoflower1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
my artillery is a hall full of dancers
because to avoid death the ocean divides itself
and divides itself
until she's a shadow full of rooms
or eventually even the acid and the earthquake
But we've imagined this backwards.
the elephant's battered radiation talks all prophets from the building
Upon the stockpile mouths flood dry
and so many cardinals
of that hollow universe
And so what, auction the wind
After, no one will be left to speak
and I laugh because the same parts divide us
For the machine:
I hang these plane crashes from your clotheslines
Foxlocks of hair, caught in branches,Fox8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
woodland creatures watching her missteps,
but she is quick:
a fox ensnared by a contemptuous bird
buried deep behind her white-coffin ribcage,
singing mutilated songs of endless sorrows.
a broken thing,
with eyes, cold like a frozen ocean,
is fixated on moving forward,
instead of moving slow
and feeding the wolves her warm flesh.
when life and death fell in lovelife is so beautiful thatwhen life and death fell in love3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
death fell in love.
she set a trap and he got caught,
caged in her flower crowns
and toxic sweater sleeves.
their romance was a mountain,
with beauty tucked inside the tree trunks.
and when one was about to fall,
the other was right there to catch them.
so tell me,
how could two things so different
believe in each other so much,
when we can’t even do it ourselves?
The Ballad For Those Still MournedSail to seam, my apocalyptic dream.The Ballad For Those Still Mourned9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Move onward to the dilated opium, breathe
in and taste hope in homeland heir.
Be bold - dare to defy finite odes.
Become the soldier, the suit - the armor;
garner of humanity and desolate earth.
Turn tidal-swells of warfare, silently
reprobate the crown, sing of homage, bring
peace with the sound of war burned down.
Sheath the slaying shore,
boast the bounding door.
Articulate the arts of war
and decimate the depths-adore.
Finish the dream, the ode, the chord
of men still mourned.
Dear StrangerDear Stranger10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are you doing well?
You’re not sad, are you?
Are you happy?
I hope so.
You don’t know me,
And I don’t know you,
But we will someday.
I’m waiting for you,
And I hope,
You’re waiting for me.
I don’t know how we will meet,
How our lives will intersect,
And I doubt you do, either.
But we will meet,
I know we will,
But for now, I will wait,
Until God sees fit,
To introduce us.
dreamergirlThe Last Time I saw you,dreamergirl6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you were down in the dirt,
[literally] on hands and knees,
looking for the bit of magic
your father had promised was toiling
just underneath the surface.
You feel it, you whispered in
a cotton hush like the vibrancy
of your voice would intimidate the
dreams you scraped at beneath the
faultlines. Daddy never told a lie
[excluding the usual good things
come to those who wait, and 'tis better
to have loved and lost, and every end
is a new beginning]. You feel it,
you whispered, trembling at the hands
the same way you did for the Pills
that couldn't quite fix the Problem.
I never really understood all the ways
you crumbled. Ours was only
a simple appreciation, the kind
you see in dog-eared romance novels
and time-old photographs but never
real living people. And The Night
you swore to me you loved everyone
in the world, imperfections and
jaded natures and judging eyes and all,
for the simple fact they were alive,
I called you crazy. You said
they were impossible
For she is the girl with the wildflower heart beatCapsizing oceans breaking over her red queen smileFor she is the girl with the wildflower heart beat5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Know the answers to where secret gardens grow
Behind flaming thorns and rusting knights
Lie dormant stars waiting to split open and spew over her ribs
In order to make constellations out of her lion breaths
Palms scratching the skies to find the sun
Behind the fluorescent sounds of steel birds and empty raindrops
She colors in her retinas to rid the world of shades of grey
She blooms like wildflowers aching for scorched storms
She is summer veins and dandelion heartstrings
Whispering stories to the wolves at her door
Because fairy tales are just myths and there’s rarely a happy ending
But she spins gold from words and sets them off to sea
Where mermaids and sirens cradle the shoreline
Of her eyes
My Darkest HourMy Darkest Hour11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Darkest Hour
I've become lost
In my sundered reflection
I've finally crossed
The line of desperation
I sense something sinister
Something that is beyond cruel
My tears seem to hinder
Ready to break down soon
The darkness is always waiting
To rule / To conquer
To swallow / To devour
To return / To overpower
The shadows are always lurking
As I cry / As I weep
As I beg / As I plead
As I fall / As I grieve
The blinding fear is consuming
My anxiety-infected veins pour
I'm beyond weak
I don't want to be afraid anymore
Let me bleed
This is the only way out
A perfect exit for a coward
No longer am I bound
I couldn't survive my darkest hour
I'm So TiredI'm so tired of crying,I'm So Tired10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm so tired of loving,
I'm so tired of dying
inside my soul each day.
I'm so tired of hoping,
I'm so tired of dreaming,
I'm so tired of imagining.
It will never be real anyway.
I'm so tired of falling,
I'm so tired of failing,
I'm so tired of walking
when love is so far away.
I'm so tired of wishing,
I'm so tired of searching,
I'm so tired of remembering
those beautiful things you used to say.
I'm so tired of bleeding,
I'm so tired of yearning,
I'm so tired of living
in a world that's grey.
But most of all I'm tired,
of being the person I am,
I'm tired of my mistakes,
I'm tired of my broken heart.
I'm just so tired of being me.
Counting StarslatelyCounting Stars3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i've taken up
on the floor
at the ceiling
of the earth
laws of physics
on the tips
of my fingers
Lovebirds' Sorrowshe was the girl with catLovebirds' Sorrow10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
eyes: broad and judging and
carnal; he was the doe
with a broken collarbone,
yet she found herself lost in
the warmth of his sighs and
asked simply for a set
of sweeter lies
[because it's only after you
sell yourself to the earth that
you learn love is not a
chemical reaction anticipating
every ignited glance and soured
word; no, it is a thing
of obligation that sleeps upon
your doorstep, knowing you
will always come back,
knowing you could never forget
he called to her on hollow
nights, and she found his
voice when she had nowhere
left to go
he was the cereal box savior;
she only needed a place
to bury her bones
[it was never sparks but
instead a dull roar that
filled their ears until
life was a blur of static
when she whispered I love
you, he really believed it.
volte-faceIf people were numbers I’d be an 8volte-face6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
all generous curves with a wasp’s waist.
If people were numbers you’d be a 9
head hanging low with the world’s weight.
Reality bites so I decided to chew it out instead Solar plexus girl ate the night skyReality bites so I decided to chew it out instead5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To try and fit constellations into the spaces between
Her paradise bones and salted palpitations
Where ghosts remain curled between
Her starlight vowels and daisy chain half smiles
Waiting for the daylight to burn away the
Galaxy bruise spread across her eyes
Fingers bent back to fit into the juncture of her spine
Searching for summer nights hidden behind the mulberry bush
Lightning smiles collapsing into half-baked expectations
She lingers in the woodwork
Climbing the entrails of forgotten trees and damaged fortresses
Looking glass girl chasing rubies and gold
With the angel sin hair and loaded gun smirk
Longs for moonshine and wild nights spent
Hijacking constellations and drinking liquid thunder
To preserve the last of her aching soul
She eats neon spider webs and ravens song
And traces acid signs on the hoods of cars at dawn
To try and leave behind a legacy
Of a girl with the whiplash grin