yesterday i met spidermanYesterday I met Spiderman
in second period no less
chewing cherry bubble gum
which he proceeds to stick it on his desk
I think I also saw Batman
perhaps the day before
dark alley; black hoodie;
weed strewn up on the floor
I see the Flash,
everyday on the track
in those commercial breaks
sports drink in hand, his agent patting his back
Iron Man rescues stockbrokers a lot
to him its no bother
If Superman drunk a little less
he might realize he had a daughter
Green Lantern's dishin' out diamonds
Wolverine's butcherin' them fruits
Mr. Fantastic's lies are elastic
Wonder Woman's acting is ecstatic
And never forget Dick Grayson's
Yesterday I met Spiderman
who I sit behind,
but yesterday I met
who showed that little girl where her mother was
with the map you picked off the bottom of that desk
and shined it off with your shirt, and in the mirror, she smiled
And I think that's the most super power of all.
fishermanI am a fisherman-fisherman3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all roaring waves
and rush of sea salt
beating seagull wings
and a tongue carved from
My hands break levees
and my breath births dams
the taste of chilly morns
still melt on the roof of my
mouth like I never wished
for anything besides the smack
of sodden rubber boots and
the scars from entangled
hunks of ivory nets
the sea has not
forgotten my voice-
I can hear them
when the wooden floorboards
crackle like hurricane bruises
from water laden saunters
through land sunk libraries
it has been a forever
since I held a dream
caught between my fingertips
and the gentle rock of a
boat and foamy froth on
but this new trip I have embarked upon
carries more clanking hooks
than screeching sinkers
yet- my line has not changed-
I am a fisherman and the sea
forget who its children are.
owlsof the mist whispers andowls3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
soggy willow branches
above the werewolves and
jasmine flower blossoms-
niched to brown liquid
flowing in veins and
the half-smile of the moon;
dragonfly eyed and hickory
wings sailing the milky
way until the sun crack
lulls reality into
color coded01. ice bluecolor coded3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Icicles cling to the shingles in the summer suburbia;
whistle wind chimes tuned to the beating of frost sparkles
of burning cold and stinging eyes
snowflakes contorted from extinguished hearths and skewed cigarettes;
so sorry; I ate their tears with my eardrums
it's the frostbite
I murdered one right after the other
One cried nightfall
The other screamed sunset
03. deep violet
Illuminated sparklers signal to painted cousins
the looking glass blinked though, and they ran away in disheartened.
I wonder if the lemons are just as sour in Constantinople or as bitter in
Fireflies never stay long in Detroit.
04. solid green
A twist and a turn
the broken pinball machine has seen enough
eyelashes to wish cardboard forests from smoke clouds
but I never ceased to abhor; the burlesque puppet dances
russian roulette and laughs
nine of fifty four
05. murky grey
The December dusk is not lampshade
for the jack-o-lantern beneath my door
new turns old on
oh my archimedesthere is a mediterranean maelstromoh my archimedes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inside of me, and frankly these demented bones,
are inventing a thousand ways to drown
my soul inward,
the curves of my cartilage are overripe vineyards
for myriads of apprehensions blossoming
age, insipid sand charting the honeysuckling
progression of snapping parabolas
the tempests swat opposing ranks
& I am afraid that I have begun to lose myself
between the roaring of my ears,
torrent in a can,
a soulless man -
and what is a man without a soul
[ I'm lighter than that]
these mythical caverns of what once was my days
are condensing into dripping pages,
I want the books to etch my ru
Lullaby ByeTwinkle twinkle falling starLullaby Bye3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, I wonder if you are
He who called with steady voice
Offering me one simple choice
Shall I stay or better leave?
Contemplatively I breathe
Now to bed I close my eyes
Think of you across the skies
I forgive you, now you know
My chosen path is that I go
One breath. Two breath. Three breath. Four
Eternal sleep, forevermore
Twinkle twinkle trusted friend
Take me there, to where it ends
Shining down your soft, white light
It calms me now and dulls my fright
Down below in bed I lie
With comforted heart I say goodbye
midnight ambiguitythe merlins singmidnight ambiguity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a certain magic woven
when twelve in the morning
strikes its beholders
when gravity gapes
at the audacity of celestial objects
determining the ambiance
of silvery fish
will be of tinkly bells
in misty evening haze
when the roars of days
the sun kisses the horizon
like a lion song wading
neck deep in lucid water ponds
bask in the crooked shadows of
phoenixes rising from winter ash
when slivers of moon fall
like apple peels to the
hymn of pheasant wings
and with gentle hands
pluck star from nest
spilling pixie dust like
the universe's creatures bide
in auspice harmony
for night's hushed beck
and the cradle of secrets
kept in the crooks of her neck
EscapeI'm trying to escape,Escape10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to get away,
trying to ignore what they do,
forget about what they say.
No move I ever make,
can ever be one right,
every simple thing I say,
always starts a fight.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
the way I'm supposed to be,
the thing is your slowly killing me,
why can't you see?
I'd really like to run away,
where someone would understand,
to someone who could see my pain,
and gently take my hand.
....until proven guilty?Accused he stood.....until proven guilty?4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Innocent he died.
1,001 NightsIn a land of1,001 Nights3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dreams and dust:
the curve of
a half-hazed sun,
LiliyaBright-eyed,Liliya3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mistress of light.
with love.my throat thickenswith love.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to echo the songs of sparrows
the shape of your lips
whispered through mine.
when i lift your shirt,
i see the mountains
traipsing over your heart,
i see the valleys
as i trace your stomach.
i am an adventurer,
crossing the fragile east indies,
the spartan deserts of upper africa,
looking for exploration.
my hands are my ships, your skin my ocean.
your waist breaks into your hip,
the shore of foreign lands,
cresting wave and falling tide.
drinking cups of stars,
we are thin nylon skin,
abashed teenage heat
erupting from our cores
and every orifice
as we proclaim our love
for the moon,
from our bodies.
-she seeks solace-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the crevices of her mind
because it's the only place
where innocence still remains;
and it is the only place
where she can think
without the corruption of the world plaguing her mind.
FlawedInsecurities.Flawed6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Screaming at me,
clawing at every inch
of my body.
That little voice inside my head
sounding strangely like my own,
tearing me down,
from the inside.
Each hate-filled blow,
hits harder than the last.
Each self-inflicted cut,
hidden in shame,
nonexistent to the piercing eyes of others,
visible only in that lonely mirror reflection.
little dotted lines drawn
over every flawed bit of me.
Not pretty enough,
There is not a perfect inch
within my being.
Why can't I be beautiful?
NaPoWriMo: Day 7Watch out.NaPoWriMo: Day 73 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She’s a devil,
Glad for her spine,
& her teeth,
even God hands fear her.
For she has arched her back
for a flower-woman
with sin dripping
from her fingers
-who taught her
how to laugh
like the stars.
Something Borrowedgirls in white dressesSomething Borrowed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't always want weddings.
the priests would speak of leaps of faith
and my hands would clasp the wood in horror,
knuckles bleached like bone- and i found
something old: the knot tied in my throat.
my vocal cords did not let empty words escape.
and there was something blue: the heart
that hesitated. how can a seedling prophesy
its harvest? how can a caterpillar promise
the power of its wings?
so let others gather flowers.
we will skip the mass
but not the bed: and through
this something borrowed,
earn a little time-
and a place to rest our heads.
lessons in surrenderi.lessons in surrender3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She wished to be dressed in poetry
but she didn’t understand that
imagery fades and that metaphors
are too easily forgotten.
She asked why I didn’t utilize my
alliteration eyes—why I hid the tag
‘ hello my name is: writer ’
beneath San Francisco bays
and rotting ink grenades,
still in dead crusade.
I broke pencil shavings in
skybound veins, just to taste
and I bled like a sinner
for mere dreams of some redemption.
“I’m only a poet of capitulation”
Childhood MemoriesTattered photograph.Childhood Memories4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
All that is left.
NaPoWriMo Day: 1I’ve got 30 daysNaPoWriMo Day: 13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to defy Icarus:
teach this rose thorn heart
how to fly.
[ All I want to be
is the space between
But, I’m here,
ripping holes in blank pages
while nursing nebulae knuckles
with white plastered walls.
Penned or Released?Writers write,Penned or Released?4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but not always right.
AnthropologyI sit;Anthropology4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
but don't write.
Not Utopia"Welcome to Earth!"Not Utopia4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
WHERE'S THE EXIT?!"