O FevraleWitching hour, welcomed with a sigh,
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.
I Only KnowThere are at leastI Only Know10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
thirty-seven thousand ways
to get from here to there.
where your body fits
next to my body, your breaths
match my breaths; your
paradise, sanctuary, utopia-
surrounds my escape.
where you and I are not
the same; where your edges
break against my smooth,
your rises coalesce with
my falls, your
d i s t a n c e s
clatter against my presence.
thirty-seven thousand ways
but I only know one.
I only know the way the thumping
of your heart leads to the pressing
of our lips-
I only know the here and there that
the you and me.
restthere is something in therest5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of former lovers--
the sound and sight
trembling lips held
barely steady with the
tips of teeth
the pain in the heart
is the pain in his jaw
he rubs rubs rubs
and there is
something in the way
former lovers stand together
outward, facing a burial
like strangers at a funeral
(c)loves and (c)loversi am no artist's muse,(c)loves and (c)lovers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am no ship's harbor
i am no hero's weaker heel,
i am no good earth's flower
i have never been your lover
nor have i ever kissed you,
- not even once
though i dream of you (c)love-scented,
with lips shaped like a lucky (c)lover's-
kissing you and to be kissed by you
i can never profess,
not even confess
even to myself
i stay standing, (b)raving the cold nights,
pretty much batty and bootless
the absence of you weighs metric tons on my
shivering nape, and
you dam(n) me with
you are my river's boulder,
and undefined border
tear the skeleton from his comfortzonei want to build a skyscraper, seventeen stories hightear the skeleton from his comfortzone10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and fill each floor with a story from the people who never said goodbye.
a middle child, born in 1994,
she always wanted to be loved the most
until she learned how to give a blowjob
in an alley behind Miss China’s Takeaway
at knife point.
she lost her childhood
to an ocean who always thought it was small
and never stopped pushing its borders.
he’s not sure how he’s supposed to live without her.
staring at the closed coffin, he loses the ability to want to.
it’s not fair, she thinks,
that the house creaks when she’s trying to sleep,
but when he leaves, it doesn’t make a sound.
nine months and a small coffin later,
she thinks she likes the name “amber”
“tomorrow,” he says as she passes him in the hallway—
him from math, her to english. “i’ll tell her tomorrow,”
a thought he had had for the
Requiem Fall:Requiem1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have been all these things to me at one point or another.
Did my heart
Did my hope
Did my home
All this for the raking of an autumn kiss.
You hold as much of
God's divinity in you as does
the Angel of Death.
Every faltering leaf
Remembering: These Garden Hands IRemembering;Remembering: These Garden Hands I9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
these garden hands hold
a hundred spring seasons,
but not a single winter.
All bloom and lush, I will bury
my roots and remind myself how to
Untouchedquestion marks restUntouched11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
on his parted lips in eternal curiosity -
unconditional love's open-mouthed kiss;
flower petal cheeks
and poster child eyes for the hopeful -
I pray he never sees the world for what it is.
Midwestern Roadmapsi.Midwestern Roadmaps10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
are what brought us together;
with a stir of paint chips and skin,
we made clumsy love on the concrete
of a condemned factory,
moving in the shadows of machinery
that loomed like winter trees
or judgmental Gods
who still stopped to smell the alcohol
in our pores.
"will you pass me a cigarette
and along with that sign your lust
on the paper that will gray in a flicker,
bitter acrid and addictive
like the first high of tobacco—
a euphoric quiver
that lasted only a minute,
gone when you inhaled your second
seeking the same."
indiana is the land of crossroads,
where the wind blows
to find a better destination
and the tired rest in restless homes
with wheels that creak
beneath the hardened earth;
you said you were meant for something
better than a bible belt,
sought my eyes when you whispered
i paid for your bus tickets.
i wondered if love was letting go
or knowing that you never loved me
as more than a first.
Redthis is the way we are set loose:Red11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like bulls released from their pens -
all anger and bucking fear,
unaware that we have thrown away
the most harmless annoyance
& quivering, we await
the wrath of realized
mistakes - the end
of the fray.
Mea CulpaI.Mea Culpa11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought you were the rain, but no,
I was the rain. I meant to drown you. I
wanted you to be inescapably drenched-
your trachea clogged, your mouth an 'O'
of desperate gasping, your lips parted
and blue. If I wasn't enough to die for,
I wouldn't ever be enough.
Your disappearances were noted with
darkened clouds- thick and heavy, tight
with waiting. You always returned with a
thunderclap, moving me to a downpour of
deprived longing. I was a flood and you
were a desert begging to be a sea. But
flood-waters river into oceans, and
deserts are meant to be dry.
It was selfish of me to treat you
like a boat- I liked you better capsized.
But in your shipwrecked depravity, you
sought sunshine and calm, so I took pity
on your seasick state and blew over lands
thirsty for my brand of nourishment. Then
when, with saltcaked skin and cracked lips,
you ached for my answer to dehydration, I
was busy raining over the lush.
In your time of drought, I placed the
blame in your ribcage li
WyattWhite-knuckled as waterWyatt11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
onto Queen Anne's
you waver like a screen door, rusty
springs all choked, twisted
inside you. Roughhewn son
of bluegrass summer, flutter forth
on rotten wood heels. Eye
the thin-thin creek so nervous,
while poison wires you
ripe to run.
ily2i wrote a poem for you becauseily210 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you make me believe in happily ever afters,
romantic suicides and the fact that one day
i might not break everything i touch.
i don’t know what i’m going to do in four years
because i can’t comprehend a life without you.
and i hate you for it.
you’re just so—
you adjust my skirt and give me a pair of jeans
and say, “don’t let society make you .”
you stay up late with me to watch the sun set
only to wake me up early to see it rise.
you guide me out of the way of
already-broken leaves and
piggy-back me straight into puddles and snowdrifts.
you steal pieces from every one of my jigsaw
puzzles and call it a metaphor.
you’re beautiful and amazing and
if anyone ever tries to tell you differently,
it’s because they’ve never seen you
laugh at two o’clock in the morning
or spend days trying to figure out how to knit
a scarf for your step-sister’s birthday.
they’ve never seen you ba
a graduated game of hide-and-seek“I Need You To Tell Me Everything You Can Remember,” he says.a graduated game of hide-and-seek9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i close my eyes so i can’t see nothing i don’t want to—like
the red blue white lights on the cars—
and think back years and minutes and hours.
the playground is overrun by jungles and pirate ships.
a battlefield of skinned elbows and dirt faces and,
“mommy, can’t i please stay a few more minutes?
we’re about to defeat the dread captain Roberts!”
we’re peeking out of our boats into the ocean.
it is summer. we may never go back to school again.
we are pirates, we are astronauts,
we are sky-big.
our sunday clothes are stained green, our lips stained blue.
the man by the slide has lost his dog.
he’s carrying around the leash and
asking us to help him, and i would have, sir,
i swear, but my team was winning and i couldn’t
just leave ‘em.
jimmy did though. he was on the losing team anyways,
so it didn’t matter much. he’s a crybaby anyho
Memoir II1.Memoir II10 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
setting my bedroom alight:
Spiders hang prone;
many legs askew.
as darkness bades the
garden to sleep.
Aurora (Borealis)The vermilion sky melted and slippedAurora (Borealis)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
into a barely muddied, ruddy hillside
powdered-sugarcoated, vanilla ice-whipped
The vivacious glory-of-the-snow
sabotages the dead silence of the season
with its vehement, blue-violet glow
Know that I see the gleaming aurora in
your laugh lines, life lines
in the palms of your hands and
pads of your feet, unfurling the unsaid
The north star becomes
a cardinal bindi on your forehead
Know that I feel you are heaven-defined
prophecies pressed into my spine
You want to whisper across my tips and capillaries
breathe in sky-blue butterflies, out sea-green envy
I want to compass through your crust and marrow
with every very ounce of streaming sanguine in me
To keep burning bridges and breaking-off roads
marooning our mauve mere of melancholy
To reclaim yourself under new wintry dawn odes
finally, fathoming the worth of the word, 'free'
The vermilion sky melted and slipped
into a half-baked, chocolate hillside
asleep in sleet, numbed and tight-lipped
if it counts this late in the game.thank god for all the varying incarnations that you've taken over the years that all taught me so many things and despite my best wishes thank god thank all the deities that I don't really believe in but in know you do that you taught me that even (no especially) the good things end or change and while it hurts more than anything physical it won't kill us.if it counts this late in the game.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but the lack of safety net is fucking with me cause thank god for falling flat on your face and getting back up despite having people looking at you and poking you with sticks and thank God for swearing and how it's the best way to tell someone that they are worse than the gum stuck to the footpath of the shittiest part of town.
Thank god for the low sand how it shows you exactly who you need to kick or kiss when you finally drag yourself out. and thank God for karma and how it always comes around right when it's needed.
thank god for John green and the Internet and all the people who make so thankful for tech
Memoir1.Memoir11 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Vert velvet slippers
and a mouthful of water –
dragonflies flit by.
Twin evergreen canes
support the elderly bridge;
an unsteady crone.
cool breeze across sultry skinorange morningcool breeze across sultry skin6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the wind
like a bridge
in my breath
and my two lips cross
your soft skin connection
to reach the end
open and waiting for me
becoming undonethe rain isbecoming undone6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to swallow like foam-lipped ocean;
a silent drowning like the sinking of
the moon on the horizon
like the way strangers disappear--
we never see them slip away;
droplets into cracked ground, they are
into the wall of water--
the rush of nature
the breath of her
scented in the best
oh, but that's the sunrise--
the beginning dressed
in a brighter end.
Nighttime Ramblings and InsufficiencyYou drop your jaw,Nighttime Ramblings and Insufficiency1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you pull words out from
hiding, deep in your throat.
You wretch up a mass of
unfiltered, unedited, reality
because you believe that's what it is
to be understood.
You leave a trail of mutterings
wherever you go
no one will ever want me
it's not enough
and i'm sorry, i'm
so so sorry
Do you remember the difference between
a shadow and a ghost? (the world ends
the day the sun won't shine)
Instead of sleeping (maybe
tomorrow won't come if you
don't say goodnight) you wait;
you will not be remembered, and
that is the scariest part-
you were never loud enough.
i'm so sorry
The night presses too hard,
pulling you down, even though
you plead for one more day to prove
you aren't just passing through.
In the margins, you breathe:
not all humans go to heavencock itnot all humans go to heaven10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
april 23 2008
“bye mom. i love you so much, i swear
i’ll be home soon.”
“please, you’re only eighteen, you have your
whole life ahead of you, please
don’t throw it away.”
“i’m going, mom. i’m going overseas
but i swear i’ll be back before you
miss me. love you!”
most nights he shakes himself awake
with the vision of bombs and fire and bullets
still imprinted on his eyelids.
he doesn’t know what to call them.
the dreams, i mean.
what do you call bad dreams when
you’ve already lived the nightmare?
his therapist says his problem
is he thinks he’s not normal, that he doesn’t fit,
that he’s a special kind of monster.
she tells him that the key is figuring out the ways
that he’s the same.
so when he’s alone, or worried or stressed
or tired or hurt or wishing he were dead,
he traces over his collarbone and says
fast-forward through the goodbyesthis is the beginning of the endfast-forward through the goodbyes10 months 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,