A lion among sheep.There are ghosts in my bloodstreamA lion among sheep.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.
( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )
I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
limb by steady limb.
Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;
I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
.she'll hold him tight tonight.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and dread the coming mo(u)rning
Show me what the stars look like tonight.I’ve fallen in love with wars & darkness.Show me what the stars look like tonight.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The kind of darkness said to have made
shadow monsters of seen-too-much eyes
& the kind of war lands made of
desecrated, dandelion wrists.
I am the wind, the morphine pump
& I’ve carved my bones into stars.
I wear them around my neck
like outward sun marrow
warming my carotid pulse.
These little glow-in-the-dark blankets
aren’t enough to stifle the sounds;
but my anatomy never seemed to fit
together the right way anyway.
we're all drunk and always have beennowe're all drunk and always have been2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i haven't felt smaller than this before
and it could be
because i don't breathe poetry in
and out -
and out -
i write it under my eyebrows
with the precision
of a drunk sniper
toasted into admission
with irony s-st-tutter-ering
down his throat.
you wouldn't take a damned bullet for me.
beautiful is a word kept
for the rise
of her tidal chest,
not my shallow breath,
not my sunset, heartfelt,
i would have disappeared
between your accusing index and
neglected thumb -
don't you feel calmer?
i haven't felt smaller than this
i haven't felt smaller than this before
and it could be
because you found a home between
her stroking index and
comforting thumb -
i haven't forgotten,
no, i still remember
now twenty two penumbrae in the past
didn't stop me
in one of several crevasses
at the bottom of your oceanic mind;
you may have forgotten,
and slept in
on the details,
but i haven't,
wrists that roarmama sayswrists that roar3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pull down your sleeves
they'll see, they'll see
but no-one's even looking
i say mama
tigers are proud and strong
and tigers show their stripes
so today i'm a tiger
and who says
i can't be a tiger
when razors made me fierce
and secrets kept me lonely
i can't tiger-roar
when everything unsaid
ripped my throat raw
i made my stripes
with tiger-claws and tiger-teeth
so damned if i'm not a tiger
and damned if i won't roar
mama, i'm a tiger
mama, hear me roar
untitled.shut up.untitled.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just because you
hide behind pretty
words & stone smiles doesn't
mean i'm going to do the
i have the soul of a
& when i run
with the wolves,
no longer matters.
all my demons out
the next time you attempt
be ready & waiting.
A Poet IsA poet is a liar with a silver tongue pen, and a bleeding heart on the other end.A Poet Is4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We are anagrams and metaphors and sphinxes in sheep skin.
Every letter is an actor that we send into the wind,
And we're only as good as the words you believe in.
feverThis lovefever9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
fingers into flesh
so that -
even in stillness
A Funeral ReunionI tasted you,A Funeral Reunion5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you tasted like San Francisco,
Broken piano keys and betrayal
Left over from your last lover.
Your hair is softer now,
But your expression is tough
And overgrown with malice.
I cup it in my hands
And see nothing but what I remember.
I haven't heard you
Or anything you've said since you began,
Because it's just space
Filled with your tongue
And teeth, and they have left me.
Your body is smaller
Like it has been running for too long
Marked with midnight blue
I understand now that my prayers
Made their way to you after all.
Cushioned with my love letters,
I made you a safe place
Where you can be a little boy
With a red face and soft hands.
No one can take it from you,
Because I made it for you, and
Someone made you for me.
I only write about you late at night
When I can admit that I love you.
The Earth cannot judge me.
Let the red darkness of my bedspread
Reap up and engulf me
Into a dreamless sleep,
You being the last thing on my mind.
The taste of your last
Sun Child,I am freezingSun Child,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
& I am hungry
for fever’s lips-
her inky fingers
a dry stomach.
My body is an ocean,
my limbs, but oars.
My tongue & teeth,
a life raft
keeping this madness
from sinking into blue.
Offering up 102 degrees
You would think
I had something to say.
.the sun did not.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
kiss my skin
yesterday, he slept
face around noon
and then went back
to bed; the
Hear me howl.Tell me again, Father,Hear me howl.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m the perfect daughter-
when all I want to be
is the crescent moons
resting like strong soldiers
in the grooves of my palms.
I am but
quaking with frostbite,
numbed with rage.
A wolf's jaw:
locked, teeth tearing
into the chilled flesh
of your neck.
sorryoksorry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so i don't remember how to write
poetry because it's pretty
and that's the last thing i feel,
and i can't write stories
because they're all happening to me
though i've forgotten how to live
can't stop dying
but i can't stop breathing
just look for a second
this is what i'm dealing with-
i'm feeling too much
all the salt in the ocean;
i'm not pausing as i feel
my breath stuttering
like my heartbeat
in my chest,
so i wonder if i have
or if i just miss you
enough to put a hole in my chest,
and i wonder if i could do it myself
with a knife or if it's from
i'm so in love it hurts
but i don't think it could not hurt
because it's not like
you're close enough
to help me sew this wound shut;
all i know is i keep looking
at all these clips of poetry like newspaper,
tracking my life and giving me
all these little annotations
on the days my heart didn't feel like
sometimes i feel like a crime
would shake me up
like maybe if
I'm SickAs I sit in darkness I feel its cold breath within me, burning my insides with its icy fire.I'm Sick2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It’s not warm like a flame should be. It’s a contradiction. It’s unnatural. It makes me
nervous. It hurts. I trail shaky fingers over my bruised skin—it wants out again.
Unnatural. But really, what is natural? What is the definition of something one might
consider normal? It most certainly cannot be this beast within me. I cannot decipher now
between it and I. We are one yet we are two. Two that sometimes is one and one that
sometimes is two. One. Two. Two. One.
Rage. It’s always there but now it burns cold in the front of my mind as well as the
back. My subconscious is diseased with inhuman instinct and my consciousness is
becoming sick. It’s a plague.
I’ve opened the doors to famine.
Can't you hear the voices?Can't you hear the voices?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can't you hear the voices?
As they ring inside my head
Can't you see the faces?
Painted in the blood so red
Can't you taste the poison?
As it rests upon your tongue
Can't you hear the voices?
Then you do not belong.
I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.I am not a stereotype3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
Punch your own stomach.
Does it hurt yet?
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
I'm just depressed.
Stare at your arms.
"What are you doing?"
I just have low self esteem.
I'm just human.
I'm just me.
WaitingWe are still waiting for the thunder from the distant stars,Waiting3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The echo of mortality,
the whispers of a storm, half-remembered,
in sepia-coloured hallways in buildings that smell like books.
Time gets slow in waiting,
ghosts are formed from the wanting,
taking shape in the spaces where sunlight,
or moonlight doesn't touch.
The stars shake from the vibration,
and the ghosts shimmer in anticipation,
but we can't hear your voice in the dead of the night.
Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.Ways to conquer heartbreak3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase letters, in free verse yet to be proofread.
Write about wars and victory.
Be the hero.