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.
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
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
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.
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,
LiliyaBright-eyed,Liliya3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mistress of light.
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)
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
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.
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.
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.
wild dayscoffee stains and wrinkled dreamswild days3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cigarettes and tea leaves
post-sex morning breath
and the too obvious feeling
that your heart is
mutethings have been easiermute4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
without words &
we pretend neither of us care;
laughing and choking
on puns &
when you bend me over nouns
the words are there waiting to be spoken
me . you . love
my dear, we've been mute
for so long
speak to me.
Haiku IVhe mindlessly staredHaiku IV3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
out the window, wondering
where his life had gone.
confessionalthey say sad girls change their hair colorconfessional3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and forgive their monsters.
i change my morals
and become one.
Haiku VIshipwrecked on the shore,Haiku VI3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the ocean waving goodbye;
alone once again.