BreatheYou inhaled her
And exhaled me
Taking in deap slow breathes
But breathing out fast
When she holds you
You breathe her in
With each moan
Every time you say her name
You exhale me
In time back I filled your lungs
I was spreading
I was in your cells
I traveled into your muscles
I made your heart beat
With each beat you took more of me
You could feel me
I was in your being
I was part of you
I didn't mind
Dead flowerDead flower3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A perfume of dead permeates this rose
like this flower, thou hast withered
Now I'm sad
Stolen KissI wish I was a poem. I wish I could be summed in three stanzas and bring shimmering relief to literature students on dreary Monday mornings. I wish to be the sugar they sprinkle into tea they drink from carnival glass to make them relax. If only they could read and have me brush along their jawlines, tingle in their fingertips like the lit fuse on a firecracker. If they read me aloud I would taste of pureed flowers, frost thin and light with marigold their every spoken word.Stolen Kiss3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(College tastes like burnt bagels and monsters. It’s wanting to run forever, but being unable to move. The lines are too long. Too slow. Sleep sticks like peanut butter to everyone’s brains and lashes. They’re zombies because they know the end is near, shuddering in panic from winter chills and confusion, so desperate for some meaning.)
I asked one of these people, a tattooed girl, if I could taste her breath. “Sorry, I’ve just run out,” she said, hot steam from her sweat misting
MyselfThe jar of tears has fallen to pieces, lost are the memories from within the creases.Myself3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They've all abandoned me, my silent friends, our bonds have withered beyond their ends.
So predictable this scene truly was, the girl who fell from not a single cause.
Twas my own fault, for I banished all help, rotted to pieces within myself.
Though alas a mark has been etched within stones, "My soul lives forever without my bones."
The Melody of a Love SongThe way you move me,The Melody of a Love Song3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like the melody of a love song,
Stuck on replay.
“Fly away with me”,
Said the lyrics.
As you warm my hand with yours.
As your voice draws to a whisper,
The sweet beat slows.
Chills and goosebumps overflow my body.
And when we kiss,
The melody silences.
But only for a moment.
Now I can hear your heart pound,
Raging to it’s own beat.
Your own love song.
Music is throughSoft keys give way to your feather light fingersMusic is through3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Paper-thin cuts rock and ivory like half-molten butter
(you and the barely-there tap of your nails, the eerie clicks that do not echo but nonetheless linger)
convince it to sound like
a voluntary death, a willing surrender,
instead of mere sweet murder
Perhaps you have put this same spell over me
You’d play; I’d listen,
Sitting enchanted and near enough to see how the light breaks on your hair the same way your fingers build and break,
Create and abandon
Cherish and spurn like overstrained lovers
Your favourite was the fresh twitter of staccato notes
Mine, the release of the pedal, the steady thump of a beating heart
When You SleepShe wore a dress like emberWhen You Sleep3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
That left trails of ash in her wake
She found it hard to remember
The last time she'd been awake
She spun around the ceiling,
Said her head was always reeling
And she lived between the walls
From which you could hear her call:
"Does no one see me weeping?
They must all think I'm sleeping…"
Bedroom HymnsHer heart pounds as he takes her,Bedroom Hymns3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And his back arches as she takes control.
It’s a deadly spiral,
One that will lead to angry words and violent hands.
For now though they’re an endless tangle of limbs and emotions.
They say love is the cruelest poison,
And others whisper it’s the kindest venom.
He knows it is slowly killing him,
And she has already accepted the misery.
So she rakes her nails down his back,
And he leaves ink like bruises upon her hips.
Her hair tangles in his crushing grip,
And she draws blood from his neck.
They move fast,
She seeks wicked retribution,
He inflicts angry words.
When they finish,
They fall silent.
Breath is stolen,
Hearts are pounding.
She leaves first,
Just like the rest will.
And he never looks back,
A Simple TransactionThe Devil's kitchenA Simple Transaction3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is decorated in the prettiest
shades of ruby
and if the walls and the air
were not laced with
things undone and silver cocaine
then I would have stayed
just a moment longer
but I came for one thing and on thing only
and this is the Apple of Death
that is corked onto the end
of Satan's knife.
And he eagerly told me the price,
and I told him that I was willing to pay it
and he said to cough it up
or to be on my way and
so reluctantly, I withdrew
my wallet made of The Snake's skin
and it glossed and shined a beautiful sheen
but it wore the wretched perfume
of rotting flesh
and Lucifer hissed
when my fingers touched the firey green
the branches of Earth
and I pulled them by thier roots
and he gripped them with greedy claws
just as I had touched the face
of the Apple of Death
before kissing its black skin
The Divine Mistake.
i am the bird with the broken wingAnd this is how the story goesi am the bird with the broken wing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is no high in these winter lows
The love that left me has faded away
My tears blur the night into day
For I am the bird with the broken wings
Who has fallen behind the flock,
Now I have fallen by the way side.
With no one to pick me up.
The love that left me died in my arms,
Now things are all messed up.
I am floating beneath the water,
But I cannot get back up.
The silence floats around me,
Where there used to be your voice.
I reach out in the dark,
Hoping for your touch.
All there is, is empty sheets,
A reminder of my loss.
I shudder at what my life has become,
Fragments of glass spread around the floor,
I cut myself trying to pick the pieces up.
But this is how my story goes,
There was no high in my winter lows.
The love I lost hurt too much,
Now there is no night, there is no day.
Broken Hearts Still BeatingThe lightning-spliced sky illuminates my bedroomBroken Hearts Still Beating3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I'm crouched in the corner, embraced by the dark,
thinking of how there could have been a chance
for me to wake up next to you, your emerald eyes
webbed with emotion, your body limp
from jerking in your sleep. I imagine ruffled sheets,
broken lamps, and permeating heat.
I think of how we could have jogged together
along roadsides and doubled over with thorns
in our ribs at your feeble attempts to whistle Dixie.
I'm collapsing inward, reminiscing on the truths
I should have told you and how every boy I pass
has your face, your dark brown hair, your lips.
And I cry. Oh, do I cry.
I saw you hunched over one day, exhausted
from nightmares, sipping Gatorade and reciting
poetry about there being beauty in decay,
and I couldn't help but think that you
were living proof of that phenomenon.
I wanted to cry for you and tell you about that time
a lady ran into me at Barnes & Noble and I'd had
no earthly idea that I was alive until she turned ar
The Birth of WaterThe clouds swelled and strolled across the sky like great grey whales making an annual trek across a placid black ocean. Wind, the force that was herding the clouds along, was also nipping and pinching frigidly at the bare skin of my back. The skies blinked once--twice in a row, a three second show of purple light. My head tilted back, my eyebrows lifted like kites on my face. I watched the sky with eager longing. Another flash of purple lightning. Mother Nature was teasing me. The clouds were pregnant with the ocean's child, and I was humbly waiting, shirtless in the parking lot, for them to give birth to the desert rain.The Birth of Water3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
InconclusiveAnd you were twisted with the potential of a goldmineInconclusive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were ink black and addled and you had your
fingerprints stained into tiffany vases and prodigality
And I forged all my sympathies, signed strictly apathetic
While you were in the guise of composites and bleached knuckles
Aphorisms never meant as much to paradigms or gritted teeth
but I digress; I crafted men out of plate tectonics
Ninety degrees from your contempt and
At the rinds you will find plaster and
thirty molecules of carbon and
Don't you ever want to be the one to split the world in two?
You reassure me that your only certainties are relevance and Catch-22s and
You bled sulfur through your fingertips and your laughter was like
mile-long shadows and nonexistence.
Severed SkinGentle redSevered Skin3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the clotting
For the great risk.
On the deck,
In solemn prayer,
Hoping the next call brings
I try to stop
The rapid rotation.
I never knew a stranger
As I know you.
My words touch
The cold tones
Through the unanswered phone.
Breaking to clutch,
Your camaraderie slipping
But don't cut loose
Quietly, GentlyShy smiles and fluttering butterflies,Quietly, Gently3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My heart would beat faster when I looked into your eyes.
Even then, as I held you warmly in my arms,
Every word you said put me under your charm.
Dozing off, I sent you a little smile.
And told you that it’s fine to fall asleep for a while.
When you awoke, the sun was setting for its own time to sleep.
So I pulled you close and breathed in so deep.
Quietly, in the dark, I slowly fell in love.
Gently in my arms, I called you my little dove.
I heard the murmur of my heartI heard the murmur of my heart,I heard the murmur of my heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It whispered in my dreams.
I heard the pounding in my chest,
And felt the patter of its feet.
I wish to never be apart
From this feeling so agleam.
In this music I feel rest,
In this simple, strong heartbeat.
And though we must depart
For ages as it seems,
My memories are blessed
And your love makes me complete.
To Fly in FireSinking deeper in a sea of nothing,To Fly in Fire3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With night’s darkness as my dawn.
Questions requiring no answers,
And satisfaction found in the wrong.
Tears shed not like the inkwell,
Far overused by this rotting quill.
Is this the seed of strength and vigor,
Or closing distance with my rancor?
I hear the still damp match ignited,
Rekindling my flame of envy.
The drowned piece of wood below,
Was kept remembered after all.
So the wind I soared these wings with,
Were nothing but mere, fake glimpses.
What unkindly surrenders to the glutton,
That keeps me earth-bound along with it.
Flashes of fears of weakly faltering,
Dread my dreams with eyes unclosed.
But this tattered soul knows too well,
The day’s yet to exist when I can let go.
Screaming EmphasisI lostScreaming Emphasis3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thirteen pounds of anxiety this week.
Body melted, melted
fingers slipping chartreuse
I am full of slipping
chain-link gums give me lead poisoning
body, gums melted, chartreuse
I, toxic, lick lips neon green
Arsenic tongue dart to nails --
Dirt, dirt, dirt, more dirt --
and thighs stuck hot against plastic
I cannot hold a pen
CANnot write eloquence or beauty
Hand skitters through page
TALKing I need silence I need
need, need, need, more needing
crushed under necessity-
The spaces of my ribs are where
my skin hides its bruises
feel like stealing-
taking hunger into my breast
full of slipping,
I do not breathe but static
Anxiety in Morse Code
we do not-
what SPEAKS makes sense
we do not-
Thighs stuck hot to the seat beneath me
Bones in my aching hand quiver,
wrapped around archaic ideals
why do they touch why do they --
Does Death Hurt?Does death hurt?Does Death Hurt?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the knife digs into flesh
do you fall into your knees in pain
or simply in shock of motion?
When you slip away in the dark of sleep
does the dream still remain
as you travel to worlds unknown?
When the drugs hit your body
does your heart stop suddenly
or can you feel the imminent end?
When the noose slips tight
does your head feel heavy
and your limbs feel numb?
When the water rushes in
to the castle only of air
can you feel your breath cut off?
When the dirt piles over
and the air runs out
can you feel the choking?
So riddle me this,
oh master of death,
does it hurt to die?
learning to hear the unspokeni hear your pencillearning to hear the unspoken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drag atop the paper
and subtle breaths drawn.
i wonder, as i
let my mind wander
down winding paths
and through lonely fields.
trees are barren.
the frost nips at your heels
when you walk too slow.
every release from my
looks like smoke.
i hesitate to speak,
afraid the words will waft away
never reaching the crook of your neck
where i want them to nest.
"i love you," is all i can muster -
never feeling it weighs enough.
i imagine a tongue
i pretend that my heart
is full of profound
unheard by angel,
my head is wrapped
in thick fog;
though, i fancy it with feathers
through a bright, moonlit summer's eve.
it's clear amongst cloudless skies.
here we travel freely, unafraid,
our souls speak.
no words will ever be enough.
5. The End is No End5. The End is No End3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never had I beheld such a morbid sight,
Even after all that had penetrated my vision,
And pierced the very innocence of my soul.
Before stood the arisen Gates of Hades,
And but a few steps was I from the source of opposition.
My knees then met the soil and ash that laid below me.
The eyes that had before surrounded me,
Came to once more encircle me…
I knew not the reason, nor did my curiosity overcome my fear.
The drums of my ears felt nothing but a deafening ring,
And every hair arose on the flesh of my arm in alarm.
A familiar presence came from behind me.
I turned my eyes to the Hooded Figure that had bestowed upon me this journey.
Without haste or hesitation, I spoke with my voice high,
"You said to not fear, yet what is this?!
I feel nothing but calamity flowing like scorching sand through my veins,
And my heart pounds like the hammers that forged this abomination before me!
What say you of this journey that has led me to these infamous doors?!"
To me did he attempt to
Right NowI remember how it all startedRight Now3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was a quiet December day like today
That turn into something that I never would expected
But it feels bittersweet knowing it's gone
Or feels like how a child is lost in the big world out there
Just an empty feeling
People say love is a drug
From the start to finish
A high that everything is perfect or nothing can go wrong
But when it is gone, you feel the withdraw symptoms that won't go away
But no I'm just taking it in
Out the window of my apartment bedroom again
Tomorrow I'll be gone I don't know when I'll be back
But in this world everything can change just like that
Caught up in everyday life
Doesn't seem like nobody cares
Walking out seems like the only option
No one will miss me right?
Find myself somewhere else because home ain't what it used to be
Mom and Dad were fighting about everything
From dishes to who is looking after the child I had
I didn't know what to do
But no I'm taking it in
Out the window of my apartment bedroom again
The T.V is o