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 aroundGhost2 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.
slingshot words.there are a million worlds living in your headslingshot words.2 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.
Haiku Ithe birdsong filled herHaiku I2 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.
judgementif you could see the bulletholes,judgement2 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
the heart of a quiet girlbrown skin matches such raven hairthe heart of a quiet girl2 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)
LiliyaBright-eyed,Liliya2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mistress of light.
Ocean Captiveplease,Ocean Captive2 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,
coffee talkthey speak in thecoffee talk2 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
Maraan entanglement of seaweedMara2 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., andSurrealism2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
God is in my bathtub
a freshwater moon
in the mother-of-pearl sky.
001 i am a whirlwind of0012 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an aching heart
a regret that could
NaPoWriMo Day: 1I’ve got 30 daysNaPoWriMo Day: 12 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.
bad days.on my bad days,bad days.2 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.
NaPoWriMo: Day 7Watch out.NaPoWriMo: Day 72 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.
starsi pray that someday soon, in a lonesome winter, your bones will cease to ache.stars2 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
Things I'll tell you when you're older.The monstersThings I'll tell you when you're older.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't fit under beds
Sometimes, it's the little things.He always told me I was deep.Sometimes, it's the little things.2 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.
mutethings have been easiermute3 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.
lessons in surrenderi.lessons in surrender2 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”
wild dayscoffee stains and wrinkled dreamswild days2 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
Finger-Lengththe space between usFinger-Length2 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
summergirlNow read aloud over here. Do give it a listen, won't you?summergirl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are crowthroated and tumbling
through the aspen grove
hair on fire with sunrise, lungs
full of sky.
eyelashes like wildflowers
and every morning brings
a new spray of freckles
and a sharper curve to your collarbones.
the cornfields hold no shadows
for your lighthouse eyes
and there are no endings in that
ii. you have grown
autumn finds you with broken ankles
leaning on an oak branch
and watching the skies.
crow to sparrow--you are quiet.
summergirl, there is peace in silence,
fallen antlers in your hands.
you will come to mourn your deer.
keep them close.
iii. by winter you have paled,
and like the streams
your eyes have frosted over.
you feel the chill--
there is no need for sight.