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hungry ghostsswallowing the morning glow andhungry ghosts3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
quiet pills:
fawn-eyed and rabbit-eared to
watch the warmth of limbo
touch the
city
going down down down
to where nothing alive
can see
the palls of grey hanging
from streetlights
and i try to find a metaphor
1. (hide your eyes from
penny candy and laughter--
white caravans and
dirt)
2. something less complex than nonsense;
simpler than art and noble habits
purging in the alleyways all the
virgin snow and eyelights
3. maybe it was meant to be this way:
the cold wakes the neighbors
as fate meets destiny to conspire
a way out
a religion
a brothel
a murder that wasn't meant to complete
me or the mani
no one is ever going to want memaybe onceno one is ever going to want me3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
this would've been
poetic
but i'm crying &
there's nothing
pretty
or wonderful
here
i think
my face is scrunched
like a red rag
in the sink
slumped beneath a leaky
faucet &
my hands are shaking
maybe i could make
it
sound nice--
high
buzzed
lustful
but what i have
you won't like
memories
and do you want them too?
stealing & paying
pressing bottles and
pictures to my sternum
the heat
the cold
maybe it's the silence
that hurts
the stumbling
the tumult of words down
the sink and
across the floor
the empty heads
&
i was pretty then
bird-legs and stilted poems
so nice
numbering stars and
crushing books between
my teet
it only lasts a little whileat the bottomit only lasts a little while3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is
love
little hands
dissolving themselves
in the desperate
sunlight & waves
cut by ships
and continents
open
suspended
trembling as the water
passes through
hollow bodies restless
& agile
waiting for the sun
Someday you'll be just like me*Someday you'll be just like me9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
(armies of cascading winter bones
fire missiles of unwanted children
fumes of chilled joints
and dislodged torsos.)
lovely mercury trenches
are fumbling and obnoxiously
attempting to open
the scattered light weight keys
to your final rectangular prism secrets.
the wind murmurs into the worst
temper of a cloud's ears,
and he cries out of mercy,
raindrops sloshing the faces of
reluctant toddlers.
someday you will be just like me
their parents quote in their lullabies,
pinky fingers stroking the outline
of their childhood cribs.
someday you will be just like me
the words teetering and sinking their fangs
into the slight a
morning dewa thin creek babblesmorning dew3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the hush of the forest:
a collection of trees
behind suburban industry,
leaves brushing smog
hovering just below heaven
slick moss
frames gray oak arms
who cradle flecks of light
in their fingers;
mottled pebbles and loam
flirt with the current
while green shadows chase
a snake in the water
he sheds vermillion skin,
petaled scales
floating to tickle the nose
of a shy doe sipping,
bright citrine eyes
catching our movement
beside the breeze—
and she runs
while we stand, entranced.
i can make you love mewriters,i can make you love me2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
what thoughts
do you bend in
these cathedral-ribs
shaking with leaves?
(self-conscious,
headache)
shopping neon
for
a sinner's devotion
or that boy
in the other aisle
(i hold your books
and stroke the pages,
suddenly frightened)
'excuse me'
they haven't arrived:
(that was forty-five
minutes ago)
blushing and
hoping no one notices
that i've read this
before
as i watch him
slip behind the counter
(i devised a plan to
volunteer on fridays
and trap him)
as i read
sentence three
for the fifteenth
time
Someday I'll Understandthey all speakSomeday I'll Understand9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
small talk slithering from their tongues
serpent chatter.
i wish i could be revived,
amputate my desire to speak.
maybe someday i can truly
understand
why so many people wear colorful masks.
Honeythief.straw-stitched and hangingHoneythief.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
off every word--
violated:
pressing my ears
against your brittle
hives
and smoking you out
give me my shadow, put on my crown.i.give me my shadow, put on my crown.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I knew you well enough
to know your birthday
and middle name
[even the shampoo you wore
on my pillow that really needs to be cleaned anways.]
Your bow-arms and thin shoulders;
pretences always daring me to
look away.
A symphony of laughing bones;
a thousand "what if's"
without their "nevers"
and a silly pet name that gave you blond hair.
ii.
What could you ever know
about those little secrets
and apples in your eyes?
Nothing.
Nothing.
No mirrors;
until you sat with your hands
grabbing cold-shell ears--
over and over and over
until you believed
That if I did--I would remember
because it didn't happen of course;
no never, never.
N
Thinking of Youmy virginity wasThinking of You4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sacred
the holiest of altars
with a hundred religions'
blessing
my father's gun
a sentiel
to a breathing temple
so i took it myself
a prayer so long
forgotten
& innocence taken by the
right hand of god
will you ever learn to love yourselfshe was deadwill you ever learn to love yourself1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
before she hit the ground
a cell
frazzled & 60 percent water
her friends
or whatever you call them
‘seedy backwater
girl
brimming on the bus & never
wants to
haven’t you ever seen clouds before?’
she threw a handful of stones
pinched
sinking like balloons
a hungry ghost
tracing the outline
of a breaking surface
RestlessI’ve been living in the same breathy dreamRestless2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
for too many days now; I’m bed-ridden and
stale and I reek of those moments that come
full throttle like a car crash on a winter night
this is evolution where weak hearts
are afraid of the shadows and where
everything changes,
an apologetic wind births no remorse;
he will move on—anchored ship
set sail, I am the sunken wreckage
that never learned how to swim.
he will move on, Darwin says
I never had a chance
I wish I were the textbook sadness,
symptom and solution and endurance
but I’ve spent too long sleeping on the
Berlinyou were my five day summer.Berlin9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fell in love with the maze of your veins
and the hum of your heartbeat. I lost vital
parts of me between the brick of your
walls, and yet I found myself a thousand
times in the tangle of your stories and the
gravel of your skin.
you whispered secrets in my hair and
I laughed like ice cream, and all the
scents and all the flavors that you taught
me are now nacreous pigments in my
larynx.
it's in your hold that I was sent to sleep
with exhaustion dripping from my lips
and satisfaction nestled in my limbs.
I came to you to escape from the things
that have settled deep
inside my bones,
and I c
you make me write bad poetryi made you upyou make me write bad poetry3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
from pillows and comforters
and anything that stuck
its tongue out from
my drawers
and slept in
next year i will shy away
like a child
when you touch me--
which
if you know me
(and you probably do)
seems very in-character
anyways--
but it's not like what
happened in the bookstore when
you
put your teeth against my ear
and everything felt
like it did last week
in the treehouse
except
backwards
it all seems so out of
context
like i am a little girl again
playing house
and pretending i know what those
funny words that taste
like soap and dirt
mean
and what we are
the long way hometoday i threw half mythe long way home3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
fridge away
and waited for 25'000
to starve
people like you
jump off roofs and
stick their heads
in ovens
smile-face stickers
don't frown
(even when you put them
wrong-side-up)
life's already hard enough
without trying to
find
what all your curtains
mean
i am guilty
of forgetting about
my tea
the kettle boils
like my head on a pillow
you will never
see them again
or the fears that wonder
about you
wanderlusti was all sex and stitcheswanderlust4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with every color on a TV screen;
(and between me and you)
your teeth, your tongue,
your ferret-hands and knowledgeable mind--
they scared me.
the foreign worlds beneath your skin:
the contortions of your spine and
organs;
you wanted to conquer; to claim
and plant a flag--
and i--i wanted cancer
AgoraphobiaOperatic knife grinding my windpipeAgoraphobia1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Singing, screaming through my skull
Grotesque baritone bellows
O' but Sister was unwilling
' Lovely, isn't it? '
Haiku IIIwhite cherry blossomsHaiku III2 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
melt on frosted window panes -
harbinger of Spring
Sanctity.A pilgrim atSanctity.3 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
the half remembered ruins,
sunset wiring
starspun and
burning low --
alive, somehow,
at the night's watch.
Aside a Grovecome aside with me,Aside a Grove3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a grove near a bay
where aqua kisses land
puts all fear to bay
take a stroll with me,
beneath darkened sky
stars shining bright
every exhale a sigh...
and we'll be happy then
on one peaceful day
when the buzzing in brain
to bed where it lay
and may
may be
we can find serenity
in a whisper
give you my hands,
give you my tongue
give you all that I was
and all that I am
sound of an ocean
in one ear
and out
for a moment...
welcome peace now, please welcome
anything but anything
only for a while
a short moment
some smiles...
in a grove
near a bay
with love
where we lay
electric skeletonsI danced with a ghostelectric skeletons3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the prom. I built
a shrine out of paper
and ink, and used
lithium-ion batteries.
the ghosts line my
window-sill. breathe:
take a long drag of
winter air, a prayer
in your lungs, and the
blood on the bathroom
floor is a human
sacrifice. and
somewhere
far away
a god would cry
if only she knew.
remember thisgemini, i've found it -remember this3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the missing weight from my every
valley, that was pulled from me while i was
unborn. "abducted," i'll say,
travelling back through spirit-lands
to watch our beginning, to witness
our once-upon-a-whole.
i've fallen into lightless quiet.
as i begin to breathe, i feel a pressure
released from my ears
and i can hear a cadence of
concurrent blooms. a gentle buzz
hums along, carried by the scent
of begging blossoms' celestial seed, and i
dare to look; removing one finger, then two,
then ten from my prying eyes
to see us there.
we are feathered and flowered.
our thorny bird-bones have no gaps
and our mahogany-skin is unblem
GeminiOh, how her words like silent whispersGemini3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tell a story to my soul.
Little red! Little red! Could she be the other half
To my broken puzzled whole?
Sweet Gemini, how she has taken stage
On the heart that is a show.
Let this Libra take thy heart and
Fix all the woe.
Please take this poetic confession as
I have been shot by a Cupid dart.
For this devil needs a savior
For a lonely silent heart.
Like a butterfly,
My ribcage flutters when she speaks.
And I apparently invade her dreams.
Dreams as she sleeps.
Madam, more beautiful than Aphrodite,
Take me.
Take me as I inquire,
For I wish for you to be,
My valentine.
Sta.sh
