Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,
and phoenix down]
And her Prince Charming has yet to come,
shattering like stars]
So all she can do is gaze out her tower window,
concealing poisoned apples]
Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade,
tearing down castle walls]
Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,
CourageA young womanCourage10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the morning
with the light
from her blinds
on her skin.
the heavy covers
and leaves them
on the floor,
to fix her mistake.
My EmilyShe was my Emily,My Emily5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun in my shadows,
A delicate angel
To an undeserving demon.
Everything she ever did
Was to win my love;
I was the spring of her tears,
Though she never waited to wipe my own.
She was a treasure
More valuable than I deserved;
I needed her too much,
But wanted her too little.
My heart loved her,
At the same time my tongue cursed her.
I wanted her forever,
Even as I wished her away.
Then it happened,
Upon a dismal gray dawn.
I took it much too far,
And my Emily was gone.
My heavy arms tried to hold her,
My voice tried to lure her back,
But my hopeless words fell
On the ears that would never hear.
I would have died a
Why I Don'tWe are too permanentWhy I Don't5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the transience of poetry,
each brief line speeding on toward
the next at breakneck speed.
And I have never been one for writing
epics, you know that.
See you at SF Cherry Blossom Festival!It was great meeting everyone in San Francisco last time! I'll be there again this weekend from April 20th to 21st in lower floor of the Japan Town mall right next to the Kinokuniya book store (just like last time). The hours will be from 9:30AM to 7PM on both days. I'll be selling prints and books as usual Come by and hang out!See you at SF Cherry Blossom Festival!2 months ago in Personal More Like This
I can't wait to see all the beautiful yukata!
In completely unrelated news, I went to the bank yesterday to get a new debit card, and before I knew it, the bank teller was showing me a complete list of people who shared my name so I could pick out which one is me. The list showed all of their address and social security number.
WTF, bank?! If I were a criminal, I could have memorized some poor victim's info and gotten a new debit card to their account instead and stolen all of their money. I will never feel safe again ._.
Comatose RendevousThe narrow spacesComatose Rendevous7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Between typewritten letters
Are just large enough
To lay in.
You and I
Are crafters of flesh and bone;
Made of weathered canvas
And stitched together with
Sweet dreams on lonely nights.
Blood falls from your lips,
Staining those folded
You make so well;
I like to catch them
When they fall,
And toss them back into the air.
Crimson-colored pieces of you
Splattered about the walls
And the inside
Of my mouth.
(You taste of melancholy,
And masked, uneasy lullabies.)
I would happily
Bear the red smears
Of your steady fingertips
If you run out of
Allow me to
Spread my ashes
Over your ribs and
In the hollow of your throat;
You would look beautiful
Covered in faerie-tales
Made of soot.
I will sing to you as we write
A few more,
Beds of coal,
Disguised in silks,
Promise dirty wordsmiths breath
In the wake of
And restless eves.
I can see myself
Somewhere Between Creation and Beingthey built him out of sandpaperSomewhere Between Creation and Being9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
so he could help those
a little rough around the edges
they gave him rose-colored irises
and put his heart in his throat
so he could only speak love
they wrote him a history
deep within his DNA
(lingering, and a little too clingy)
but he learned to live on promises
instead of mistakes
they gifted him off-center feet
that always leaned into his dreams;
he was tall enough to live
with his head in the clouds.
sometimes waiting gets to you.
it settles your leaden bones
and you forget why your legs won't move
you fall a little too far
into everything you're praying on,
and you d
Fervid AwakeningThere's a fire beneath my feet,Fervid Awakening8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but not the kind that burns
mountains and ruins girls
made of papier-mâchéno,
these are the sparks that
drive the insane to dance in
the rain; the flames that
gave birth to a million voices
itching to be heard, too.
It's spreading, settling, somewhere deep
beneath my sternum, like an anticipatory
story, waiting to be told, giving
my heart the ardor to beat.
No one ever says happiness
is like a butterfly: beautiful,
flighty, and fleeting.
If you let it slip through your
fingersyou are left
alone, palms full of feathery dust
which soon fades and leads to the scary
crystal catastrophies bottled upvcrystal catastrophies bottled up9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
her shaky hands couldn't hold a pen
or a promise
"my fingers have broken
trying to rewrite clichés-
believe me when I say, I'm special"
hollow laughs glossed over her
as she waited for the day
when that might actually mean
there was an eve long before dawn
ever tainted the starry night sky and
inflicted vision on those who preferred
to stay in the dark, where a girl
crooned quietly to herself
"what if when we meet,
I've run out of I love you's?"
this was before the sun whispered in her ears
that they'd never mattered, anyway
on wearied souls
who couldn't lear
Open Heart SurgeryI've got ink throbbing through fissured veins,Open Heart Surgery4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
poisoning every atom of my soul.
"Bite your tongue," they say.
How I'd love to chew the damn thing off
and suck down every filthy syllable
just like the rotten bone marrow it is.
They'd all watch as my body spontaneously combusts
and becomes nothing but convoluted karma.
And so I wrote,
Teach me the ways of ripping out a human heart,
and stitching it onto ink-stained parchment."
The answer that came was rasped from a cauterized throat:
"Read your future in the collapsed palm of the stars;
find the abandoned pulse of your lionhearted muse;
steal their conformed scalpel and mak
Universe GirlsheUniverse Girl2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
fell in love
while he was
still a planet;
she could only manage
to fall in love
with shooting stars
in the glare of your eyes.
what more could you truly ask
from a universe girl?