Skeletal RemainsI read your bones after the firestorm.
The silence suits us, the smell consumes us.
Our bodies have been savaged by the flames: eaten.
Blackened by the fierce fire. Ambers still left,
Dancing in our eaten flesh - flickering like incandescents.
We've been entirely devoured, and yet - no regrets.
By our own devices, a fire we both started.
SeveredI lost my heart on the edge of eternity.Severed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dropped it off there thinking we would come back.
Thinking we would come through, but we broke paths.
We lost our maps, we lost each other.
Oh Winter, my MistressYour pale skin and blue eyes make me melt.Oh Winter, my Mistress3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your thin limbs always warm me;
So beautiful and inspiring.
But underneath them, you remain cold.
You tell me it's fleeting, "This will not last."
I know that, but when I'm with you,
I never feel that.
Your room, always dark.
Your sheets, always white.
Your collections, always dead:
Skulls, skeletons, mounts, and furs.
You tell me this will not last.
I never believed you,
But you said,
"It's the way life is."
Your hair, always shimmering black.
With a blue tint, I never can get over that.
Your lingerie, clean white, no -
Crystal white, almost see-through;
That delicate color of ice.
You tell me this will not last.
But I never,
Evening childWe’d sit on porch stepsEvening child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Insecticide burning our lungs
Awkward and gangly attempting to grow into our limbs
You with freckles dusting your nose and I with a small dot on my cheek
You called it a beauty spot and I said god was too lazy to give me freckles
We were 15 and lust driven amnesiacs
Dissolving our flesh with cheap gin in your tree house
Throwing pebbles at the sky hoping to shatter it
We were an epidemic of the underdog prognosis
Playing encores to an audience of cowards
For some reason we’d always rush across rail way tracks
Metal bars quivering and our broken sneakers stumbling
We were branded in mistakes and embellished in thin silvery scars
Battle scars we’d say laughing because there was nothing else to do
Of boats and boutsWinter leaking into our phosphate spinesOf boats and bouts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fingers curled and clawing at sun baked whispers behind our lips
Trying to convey what silence tastes like on parched lungs
Misfortune snapping at our humming bird fingertips
The lost do not wish to be found.
DepartureGood morning!Departure3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Don't worry I let myself in.
You know you have an important flight, it leaves soon.
Seems you didn't pack, that's not uncommon.
We really never expect luggage anyhow.
We don't have much time, get dressed, skip breakfast, and get in the cab.
It's highly confidential, so I recommend you take it seriously.
And if you refuse to come I'll call reinforcements.
And you don't want that, it may get violent.
You'll call the Police? We control the Police.
Look I'm being nice, so if you will just come with me to the cab.
You know the drive isn't always this smooth or fast.
Sometimes we encounter traffic, an atrocious amount of red lights, or even cows.
Seems we've arrived, I'll walk you to your terminal.
(living with depression)Got out of bed today(living with depression)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Word Prompt: We LostSo lostWord Prompt: We Lost2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we found ourselves
Broken PiecesIn an instantBroken Pieces2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pick up the pieces
Bond them with the glue of mistrust
Re-frame that perfect picture
That you hold so dear
Slipping AwayTime needs to learn to walkSlipping Away1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
12Accept that words will sometimes fail you122 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because they are too small to hold all that you are.
When they do fail you (and they surely will)
Embrace silence. There is nothing wrong
With hearing that which can not be spoken.
ExpectationMonochromatic sky.Expectation2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Word Prompt: RegretI regret nothing but you, sweetheart.Word Prompt: Regret2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
~cerealnovels, six word storyFragile hope~cerealnovels, six word story2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
echoes of promise.
~cerealnovels, lonelinessLoneliness...individual landscape we all share.~cerealnovels, loneliness2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Confront Your StormsIf only you knew.Confront Your Storms2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've said those words infinite times,
Repetition streaming like raindrops,
Pounding, pounding, pounding
In a torrent.
The more I think them,
The greater the storm.
If only you knew.
Some days I step outside to a trickle,
Other days a surly drizzle
That merely inconveniences.
I duck my head,
Pop out my umbrella,
And continue on to class.
If only you knew.
Other days a flash flood of tears
And half-rational thoughts
Drown my feet in whirling combinations
And a thousand other emotions
Too complex to state by name.
Words turn to mud,
Mud to mires.
Then the only clear words within me are,
"If only you knew."
If only you knew.
Somewhere else on the planet you reside,
A massive urban landscape
Where you rarely step outside,
Or even hear the pitter-patter of rain
Tapping on your windows,
Asking to be let in.
You ignore the raindrops,
Don't want to know the weather.
But if only you knew.
Once I descended down from the storms I wreak
And knocked o
FeathersI lift my "feathers" to the sky.Feathers6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sway, I move.
Birds sing to me.
With help from the wind
I whisper my reply
When clouds are low enough,
sometimes, they touch me.
My "feathers" are not soft,
nor do they give flight.
My toes are deep beneath the soil.
Rooted I am.
Almost a Thousand CranesStopped folding.Almost a Thousand Cranes2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Wishes are flightless birds.
conflict of interest.his sexual organ has too many fingerprints,conflict of interest.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I smoke two cigarettes at break, think about
each woman's mouth around my boyfriend's penis,
think about the simplicity of it,
the idea that he could fuck anything
and not really feel a thing, ever
that he could do it because she said OK
and that was reason enough to ever want
such garbage everywhere, I say, watching the crows
tear up the fast food wrappers from yesterday's trash
I look up at clouds shaped like his penis,
and try not to think at all
I square my shoulders, try to give him the benefit
but sometimes there is so much doubt
other times, I sit with coworkers
without speaking, we co-miserate
I think god, I'm old
I'm so old sometimes
my boyfriend and his dick
I flip through social media with
no interest and
too much insight
I drink alone sometimes, a beer
nothing dangerous or sad, just a breath
smoke marijuana like I am a dragon
and only smoke could prove my strength
I smoke my boyfriend out like a fire to a forest
I burn him
The Death of Sweet WilliamDug deep into the subcutaneous terrainThe Death of Sweet William1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath the bracken and the basal,
far below where even follicles dare to founder
and where the warmth of keratinocytes
seems but a distant, stale dream in the dark,
beyond that and the sisters of that,
where wood lymphs and fairies pulse
you will find the broadhead of our problems,
stabbed straight through Sweet William;
the remnants of our love.
InchesPerhaps,Inches1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am inches
nearer to the truth
that still remains miles
Do inches count?
If I choose to
if I choose to keep
some day those choices