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
sidenote:I scribbled you in marginssidenote:2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to try and write you
permanently into my history;
to take note of all your
quirks and annotate our moments
with more than just [backstory.]
My pencils wanted to study you;
to repeat you over and over
to commit your name to memory-
in the hopes that your intricacies
would finally make sense.
But comprehending you was more
than just in the details-
you were riddled with subtext
and embedded footnotes,
and your arrangement
was never really linear.
You were elusive enough
for me to never catch on paper.
And slashed out mistakes
were still mistakes
Or maybe I just was never good
at formats and legibility-
because you always went
beyond the margins, darling.
accidental loveNo one is fated or doomed to loveaccidental love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’ll meet you by accident.
We’ll both be buying chicken burritos
in the airport.
“I’m here overnight -
I’ve got a pretty wicked layover,”
and I’ll laugh because
I do too.
We could maybe spend the night together
in black plastic chairs
and calling it love.
The Melody of a Love SongThe way you move me,The Melody of a Love Song2 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.
WolvesThere where I get devoid of inspiration,Wolves2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My poems will turn to stone;
And while the heart cannot answer to this temptation,
A chilly wind makes me shiver to the bone.
“Wolves!” they said. Let nature fight silence with love.
And then the pack drew back in fear until the seventh sunrise. (Blackest rays…)
“I could not find sugar in their cove…”
But oh, those were words of the unwise.
This pack proved to be my final inspiration;
This land came to be my last desire.
All comes along with responsibility,
Being lit in their fire; burning on a gnarled pyre.
“Time will tell.” “Farewell!”
The hopes are high!
Some things flow through time and space in a hustle
Everybody keeps looking for power; the power in each and every one of us.
“So much I wanted to give to the ones who love me!”
Dead flowerDead flower2 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
Mr. MethCrystal meth, crystal methMr. Meth8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
white and shiny dust of death
happiness in just a breath
a friendly gift from Mr. Meth
Do a bit, and just forget
leave this world and lose regret
rejoicing in this grand duet
abandon solitude and debt
It's building up, you chase the high
soaring higher, strive to fly
you glance the top, just brush the sky
a glimpse of glee, but fail this try
It ebbs away, you start to fall
crashing downward, losing all
bang your head against a wall
as life returns to its dull drawl
You try again, you won't be beat
craving that euphoric heat
yearning for the high you cheat
pursuing what you'll never meet
Crystal meth, crystal meth
white and shiny dust of death
happiness in just a breath
now you're a slave to Mr. Meth.
The Dream GuardianA beauty- in her own worldThe Dream Guardian2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Roaming… a blue jay between two skies
Freedom carved in the feathers of her wings
Her name was sung and played on strings
Country folks knit stories about her
The savior of dreamers upon clouds
Rainbow paths to get them laughing
Paints and brushes in her hands
Wonder is what her colors do
Creates new music in the air
Paints the sky a brilliant blue
Daisies seem a fresher white
Weaving dreams in brighter hues
Gaze around your vivid nights
Whispering her precious myths
Incandescent, intensely bright
One violet star –the nomad, through
MyselfThe jar of tears has fallen to pieces, lost are the memories from within the creases.Myself2 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."
Bedroom HymnsHer heart pounds as he takes her,Bedroom Hymns2 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,
Tea TimeTo meTea Time2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tea tastes timeless,
like lingering hope;
taste telling stories
of times long past,
forgotten memories brought back,
mirrored in black
English Breakfast Tea.
Severed SkinGentle redSevered Skin2 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
Broken Hearts Still BeatingThe lightning-spliced sky illuminates my bedroomBroken Hearts Still Beating2 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
Don't Be Like red WineA lieDon't Be Like red Wine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is like pouring red wine on a white sheet
It will keep spreading
Till it can’t spread anymore
Do you want to be like the wine?
Or do you want to tell the truth
And deal with what comes from it.
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 Water2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
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 Kiss2 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
When I Get OldWhen I Get OldWhen I Get Old2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I get old
And am all grown up
A house and a job and taxes
One thing I really want
Is to be a complete doofus
Sometimes, at least
What's the point in growing up
If you aren't allowed to have fun anymore?
What's the point
If you can't look at yourself and laugh?
If you can't slide around the house in your socks?
When I get all old and grown up
I still want to be a kid
Right NowI remember how it all startedRight Now2 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
Quietly, GentlyShy smiles and fluttering butterflies,Quietly, Gently2 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 am the bird with the broken wingAnd this is how the story goesi am the bird with the broken wing2 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.
Music is throughSoft keys give way to your feather light fingersMusic is through2 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
To Fly in FireSinking deeper in a sea of nothing,To Fly in Fire2 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.