you are nothing but
an injured bird,
losing your way
in a world of uncertainties.
have been clipped,
by their ignorant words
(not good enough, not good enough)
and you’re grounded:
unable to rise
to the light of the sun –
instead you’re alone below,
drowning in the droplets
of their adamant rain.
not good enough,
they whisper once again,
not good enough…
Ghostfog wraps aroundGhost3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and she wanders
like a lost child
he had once told her,
to be fooled by your emptiness
there is so much
more room for
but he had ripped
out her heart,
and now she is struggling to survive
in this world, alone –
but there is a difference between
surviving and living,
and without august, oh darling august,
she has simply existed –
she is a ghost of who she was.
Haiku Ithe birdsong filled herHaiku I3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
empty shell with a blissful
verse of harmony.
one purple flower
swallowed by the azure sea,
now forever alone.
the moon ate the stars,
and carried them far away,
darkening the sky.
the heart of a quiet girlbrown skin matches such raven hairthe heart of a quiet girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
& so it hangs frail like autumn leaves
she drips sorrow holding
violet felt cosmos in her eyes
carries herself so stiff
& some wonder why she is so quiet
(for that is her strongest sound)
coffee talkthey speak in thecoffee talk3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rattle of coffee cups—
sea bent lungs await the press
of the espresso crave lips
as taste fills curling limbs
Ocean Captiveplease,Ocean Captive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
awaken from this
you’ve become a servant to the ocean,
obeying its every command –
succumbing to its demanding beauty,
hypnotised by the tranquillity.
(rising and falling.)
(falling and rising.)
you fragile, broken thing,
a beautiful golden fool –
your frame filling with
bones stiffening, skin wrinkling
blood turning blue.
you’re visiting the ocean’s depths,
welcoming the cruel world below;
but those lungs of yours are burning,
and those soft eyes are questioning –
you ocean captive,
open your eyes
swim to the top –
and breathe the air,
slingshot words.there are a million worlds living in your headslingshot words.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
begging to be wrapped around your tongue and released like a slingshot
into the heart of some stranger you may never meet.
LiliyaBright-eyed,Liliya3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mistress of light.
judgementif you could see the bulletholes,judgement3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the brittle bones,
or if you could see me on a saturday,
with a cigarette between my lips,
a handwritten note clenched
in one fist, that contains
only a single word
would you still smile
when you saw me on your porch
SurrealismThree a.m., andSurrealism3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
God is in my bathtub
a freshwater moon
in the mother-of-pearl sky.
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.
Maraan entanglement of seaweedMara3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sprawled across the coastline,
wrapped itself around her ankles
as she whispered to her beloved;
but i still
closing her eyes to the storm ahead,
shaking fingers wash away saltwater tears –
‘not coming home’ a voice inside
Finger-Lengththe space between usFinger-Length3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
becomes further and further,
as you drive your motorcycle
along the coastline -
your body shielded by your
your unshaven chin caressed by
the wavering hands of the spring.
you pass an empty church,
filling with the stinging, soulless
curse of saltwater
(like my heart filling with despair.)
the deathless gods
attempt to undress my mind of
images of your handsome face,
(it does not work…)
and the mortal men ignore
my pleas and search for you.
once finger-length apart,
lying on the sand,
the sea nibbling at our toes –
the distance increases,
and lying on the cold ground,
in the meadows of
roses and crocuses and violets
drowns me in more loneliness.
if i pinpoint the place on a map,
of where you are now,
we would still be finger-length apart –
but i know that you are further,
and it’s going to take more
bad days.on my bad days,bad days.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i open notebooks like bibles and hold pens like lifelines.
i keep opening the book of my memories
just to see if it still leaves a bruise.
i am covered in the bruises of your hand
your ghost is in my bed. i can't sleep there,
again i find myself miles from home
wishing on stars i can't see
and spitting memories into the ocean like watermelon seeds.
i sit on my longboard like driftwood and send my shivers into texts
like letters i never should have mailed.
on my bad days,
i wear cuts like ropeburn,
like i just don't know when to let go.
i get lost inside the sadness and hold tea thats long since gone cold
as hours escape like small birds set free.
i forget to open the blinds
and paint my fingernails black
and stare at the too-big numbers aligned on the scale i can't stop stepping on.
001 i am a whirlwind of0013 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an aching heart
a regret that could
Freedomsurrendering to the summer skies,Freedom3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
she finds solace with the butterflies –
spreading her arms out like wings,
she dances on the clouds and sings.
starsi pray that someday soon, in a lonesome winter, your bones will cease to ache.stars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
regrets will no longer break your morals like glass figurines,
you will not ask God to pardon your sins.
you will forgive yourself.
i hope, for your sake, that your butterfly-flutter eyes
will only be dampened with tears worthy of shedding.
your glory will shine out of those 2 crystal windows
and you will finally know what freedom feels like.
one day, in the midst of a dreary december, i wish for your wings to open wide
and carry you to heights far past any you have ever experienced.
your lungs will become blooming forests
with snippets of poetry carved into the tree trunks.
you will no longer be broken, but instead, crack into miniscule pieces
of yourself until all of the grace & goodness
buried deep within the crevices of your flesh
is soaked up by the atmosphere.
i am awaiting the day that i can finally lay next to someone i call lover
and point up at the stars to show him
fragments of you scatte
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.
lifelinesI fear the sound of sparrowslifelines3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the density of leaves
against dew-muffled blades
and I'm drowning
in the sky.
My skin has learned how
to peel itself off
without causing a commotion
in my marrows or
even show the slightest hint
and my heart has learned how
to hush the stars in their wake
and keep it all a secret.
There's a sea in my mouth
and I can't swim.
There are lifelines
cast like these and it will
all end with the same tragedy.
Sometimes, it's the little things.He always told me I was deep.Sometimes, it's the little things.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
An unfiltered distillation of a humanitarian ocean.
He accepted me, gills and all -
He knew that I needed my eccentricities to breathe
under the seascrapers of pollution
that hung over my head.
Or he said he did.
At the end of it all,
he tugged the gills open to expose me;
my innards trailed across the coral reef
as I swam trustingly forward, hoping for the best.
I tried to believe.
I believed him, gills and all -
But eventually, he left me, with holes in my sides
Where he had spooned out my intestines
To tether them to a boulder.
I tried to breathe.
He always told me I was deep.
It must have been a surprise to read:
Death by puddle.
Haiku IVhe mindlessly staredHaiku IV3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
out the window, wondering
where his life had gone.
NaPoWriMo: Day 2sometimes,NaPoWriMo: Day 23 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have this
sudden urge to cut
most of the time,
i just wish I were anything
other than me.
a rocket ship, a bird-
the sweet flavored smoke
I promised my girlfriend
these briar patch lungs
would not in.hale.
i have fallen in love
with the strangest of things-
eyes that intimidate
the way my scars
play hide and seek
with her hands. -
the love letters
that start and end
pressed against limbs.
i make promises
i know i can not keep.
but if i were a liar
i would say i was tired
of writing to the stars.
NaPoWriMo: Day 3Today,NaPoWriMo: Day 33 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted to pluck my ribs
from out my chest &
hang them about my house
like wind chimes-
a taunt for hungry wolves.
I didn’t grab for sharp objects,
I just wrote about it.
I never knew
I wanted to be a writer
until I lost something.
I still don’t know what that is-
(my mind, maybe.)
they fill gaps
that had no stories
to keep them
from hollowing out
in the first place.