14The waves have pushed you ashore,
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.
16The moon renders a highway1611 months 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 you1211 months 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.
4The day would die giving way to night.411 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Blanket of silence. Rough woolen edges.
A fever of clocks descending like locusts.
Thorns under foot. A parade of discontent.
Pulling the weeds of bone and marrow.
Pulse of the earth. Steady and deep.
A corset of ivy ascending and binding
The empty vessel. The crippled movement.
Slumber of fire and birth of ashes.
Forging of iron. A burning strength.
A pale echo fluent in waiting
To rise amidst bile. Of a night renewed.
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.811 months 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.
I've lost time.I've lost time. I have no idea where I misplaced it. Maybe there was a hole in one of my pockets that day and it fell out while I was busy dreaming of the future or dwelling in the past.I've lost time.10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't even notice I had lost it until one day I looked for it and found a calendar of nothing. I even walked all the way through the forest of memory to the station at the very end and I asked the old man with the pocket-watch if he could look through the lost and found. He told me it was gone forever but he gave me a ticket to board the steam engine so I wouldn't have to walk back in the rain.
On the way back I watched the shadows of my life through the foggy window. I should have just walked in the damn rain.
21Spiraling to bones2110 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
this carnival ride
always brings me
back to this place.
Look at the invisible
up there riding stars
the smoke carried you away.
The body doesn't know
the mind has put stones
in pockets and walked to water.
Here is a shell
good for nothing.
Put it on a bookcase
or throw it away.
11I have placed you, frozen, away;1111 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
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?
Watch Me Persevere [contest submission]When an ocean of sadness threatened to drown herWatch Me Persevere [contest submission]11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And she really thought it would have been easier
To just sink into the deep, she gave herself the
Chance to swim. Even though she was tired, she
Headed towards the shore.
Making footprints in the sand, she wondered if this was far enough.
Even though she was still tired, she decided to go on.
Pacing herself, she moved through the years,
Eventually learning that each step was a triumph. She found that her
Reservoir of strength was much deeper than the ocean -
Stretched further than the shore.
Every step brought her closer to herself, to the
Very essence of her humanity.
Even though her journey is not complete, she
Rests now, knowing that she is
Everything she needs.
17It's because,1710 months 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.
6When the sky turns to ink she walks the garden611 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with hair of nightshade.
They would paint her with cloven hooves
if not for the mask of clover.
She hangs a wreath of rosemary
making her bed among the poppies.
2Today we are roots211 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Today take solace
yesterday and tomorrow
they are not today.
7How long you have waited for the morning711 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To pass the mantle of this place you dwell.
This vessel which has held while adorning;
That which houses a quiet burning hell.
A hell kept tempered under lock and key
And weighted by outward facade well kept,
The turmoil churning as the violent sea,
Yet still under a placid lake is swept.
But I do see beyond the serene veil,
For it seems to crumble a bit each day
And although I have tried to no avail,
I will continue to push night away.
19Darkness bids them sleep1910 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
leaving the roads for myself
to move in quiet.
The light brings them forth
I wrap myself in shadow
hiding what I am.
I wait with patience
for a time when the darkness
will never retreat.
SurrealismThree a.m., andSurrealism9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
God is in my bathtub
a freshwater moon
in the mother-of-pearl sky.
13I wish I could take all those words,1311 months 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.
O FevraleWitching hour, welcomed with a sigh,O Fevrale11 months 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.
9Ashes raining down911 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
labor pains of earth
birthing only bone
see the seed of hate.
Watch her as she heaves
listen to her scream
do not turn away
see what we have made.
Cicadas in the HibiscusThe WastelandCicadas in the Hibiscus5 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Planet Earth is dead.
The Biospheres are pristine,
He breaks ships for cash
but has never flown above
the smog and rusting.
They revolve like moons
with a hundred white faces.
Billions look up.
The Garden of Eden
"Let's feed the Earthlings,"
cries a human. She wonders
Extinct flowers bloom.
The day cycle ends and she
watches the dome split.
were renamed by the Founders.
She finds Orion.
The Dark Star
He collects spare parts,
amasses a ship in months,
then learns to pilot.
"There's no need for a
license to kill, kill, kill, kill,
She sees him coming,
but says nothing. The glass
erupts to soundless.
They watch from the ground
and color televisions.
Some cheer. Some sicken.
"And measures have been
taken to ensure no more
Spheres will be damaged."
The borders tighten.
Someone starves in Coal City.
Planet Earth is dead.
15Roads everywhere, serpents sprawling,1511 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Endlessly beckoning. We must not be
Stagnant; ripple, flow, move.
Take up the luggage or
Leave it to rot.
House of sediment -
Endless blankets of rest
Embrace you then. There is
No need to fear a wrong turn, the
Destination is the same, no matter the road.
I didn't hear what he replied when she askedLast night, while cultivating a high,I didn't hear what he replied when she asked10 months 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
5I study you sometimes, trying my best511 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to memorize you -
I know the impermanence of this existence.
I try to imagine my days
devoid of all you are -
I know those days will come.
I wonder if it would have been easier
to never have known you -
I know ignorance is bliss.
Still I know I am glad
to have held you for a time.
don't trust me unhinged like a stolendon't trust me4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
surge of ocean, I become
what your girlfriend thinks I
am: drinking alone, forgetting
your name until it flowers
from my blackberry throat
I wash my tangled
hair in your kitchen sink,
20All the voices; the people,2010 months 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.