My blood houses the melody,
My skin the harmony,
My being the complete symphony
I am the creator and the created,
The art and the artist
Sounds creating a vast canvas in my mind
It’s painterly waves submit imprints
Increasing tenfold in sharp echoes
While floating and drifting through tandem thoughts
Stringed voices dance through my striatum
Overwhelming and audible, all I can do is
Compositions of no other kind inhabit and entwine
Makeshift life folds into misty transparencies
I’m never by myself
When I have myself with me
Finding a friend I need,
Who understands how I feel
Expresses what my words cannot,
Makes my unseen feelings real
Fills my soul with such richness,
Reaches in the very depth of me
Suddenly bringing me out of this melancholy,
Or giving it peacefully back to me
Walking through city streets,
This feels like home
Through these alleys I wander and roam
Painting on concrete walls,
Expressing the bitter and sweet
I know w
Life is but a string of breathsLife is but a string of breathsLife is but a string of breaths2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Woven over time.
Some are short and broken,
Some dazzling and fine.
Each moment is unique and new,
Though some should be forgotten.
And every strand of memory
Should be treasured, never trodden.
The Musings of a Writer The pen hovered over a simple sheet of paper, the only marks on it being red and blue lines meant to keep foreign markings from shifting off their destined course. Yet the lines felt as if they had no purpose on this night because there were no dark markings to guide towards a path that would lead to so many possibilities. The truth, however, was more cruel than what an innocent bystander would have thought if they were passing by the coverless windows and, by chance, looked into the darkened room with only a single candle burning, giving little light for the person hidden in shadow that appeared to be leaning over a simple desk covered by pages of unused paper, a single pen with ink like the night sky in their hand. The very page set before the shadowed figure was the very same page that was void of any sign of use for several months. This simple yet terrible fact was the silver pendulum swinging over the writer’s head like thThe Musings of a Writer2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
SignsThe pens, neglected on the floor,Signs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The empty art book, hidden away,
The camera, stashed in the corner...
The broken watch on the table,
The stacks of unfinished projects,
The soft, squishy teddy bear
and the playlists, forever on repeat,
All saying the things she dare not tell.
carouselwe laughed like children high on m&ms,carousel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
danced like we were carousel horses,
and jump-roped our way through obstacle courses.
I saved our footsteps in mason jars,
in case we ever needed to follow yellow brick roads
to get home.
home was an illusion:
honesty without truth,
apologies without forgiveness,
I kept home sandwiched between
"never" and "have to."
caroline, they'd say. caroline,
stop being such a dreamer. stop taking
us for granted.
I packed every apology possible
into my breath, left runaway plans lingering
in the silence between family.
when I found you dancing in the street,
I listened for merry-go-round music.
I tried to take you with me, I'm sorry.
instead I left you breathless,
left you safe, left without you.
I took our footsteps, just in case I
ever needed a way back home.
sometimes, I wonder if I left you
without a safety net.
PhoenixPhoenixPhoenix2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ruby red, rose-cheeked,
Crimson feathers' flames peak--
Auburn angel, ginger greed,
Sunset surely can't succeed
Mango marshes, golden glare,
Forever is such lady fair
Sweet song, soft skin,
Kindness is to you akin
Ebony-eyed, etched gray smile,
Vivacious conqueror of all things vile
Maroon martyr, majestic mirage,
Bombarded with a saint's barrage
Twisting fate with all her tricks
Is the feathered, fiery, fierce p h o e n i x
Where The Impossible Tries To BeTake me to a place, she said;Where The Impossible Tries To Be3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my dreams no longer see.
My heart is breaking, my will is gone;
I'm not who I used to be.
Show me the place you can only see once;
a world for just you and me.
Take me there, to that place;
where the impossible tries to be.
Where the light and the dark share their love;
where the sun and the moon dance above.
A place where the grass and wind
become the sea;
and splash their waves all over me.
Clouds are colors that become the sky;
taste them as they pass on by.
A place where Angels go to cry;
and tears rain down from cold clear sky's.
I'll look up sadly through the rain;
and understand the worlds pain.
so please don't let me fall asleep;
and die for a world i cannot keep.
but don't dare wake me if i dream;
You'll rip our world at its seams.
she left for the place that transcends time;
she'll live forever and ever mine.
a place i will never get to see,
because this world won't let me be.
I can only imagine.
oh so bitterly,
about the place;
Where The Impossi
A Curious FallIA Curious Fall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wisps of smoke spiral
around his lungs, catching his
breath, diving under
Why does something so soft have teeth
Your broken smile
Grinning up at me like I owe you something
My arms are like candlewax
My head a fuse
Shorter by the hour
Never burn out, my love
From his mouth
You know because of the
clouds behind his pupils, cursing you with thunder
Why does something so far seem so beautiful
Your keen fingers
On my skin
Hunting like pack dogs
Yesterday, you asked me
Why I draw crop circles in mist
There is no time left
His pen is rolling around
Willing to be picked up
And expended, discarded,
Like all else he had
Why does something so quiet seem so alive.
Love Letter to ChopinNo matter the number of strings I pull,Love Letter to Chopin1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the number of keys I crash and speakers
I blow and records I scratch,
I can’t quite chase the sound of the piano
as it echoed through the hall
to my ear pressed to the door.
Nocturne No. 20 will always be yours.
It will always be your untied shoelaces
and white-collar shirt between four stained walls
where the violinists and cellists tuned their instruments
to the key of increasing hysteria
and pre-concert jitters.
It will be your fingers practicing your piece
while the rickety bench croaked its own song
and your laugh at the way your feet tingled
in your shoes. It will be our calming breaths
waiting in the hallway for our name to be called.
It will be the way I tried not to breathe
too deeply as we huddled,
our eyes catching fragments of the cellists and violinists
through the crack in the door.
It will be the colour of the walls where I hid
and the taste of the water that washed away my tears
when I couldn’t take it,
Newlywed Life His heartNewlywed Life1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
~ Just Married ~
Everything You AreI've never been this close to heavenEverything You Are2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've never known a love like this
I've never touched this side of happiness
In all the life I've lived
You’re that one in a million
The wish upon a star
Everything I've ever wanted
Is everything you are
Keeping Us BrokenHe had an affinity with bandagesKeeping Us Broken2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Broken, punctured souls
Barely clinging to life
and ready to fall
Cradling them in his arms,
he sang them to sleep
And said he would protect them
He liked the taste of salt and copper
His tongue eagerly lapped it up
Within the cracks in the flesh
Wet, warm, dripping secrets
Tracing the etchings in the marred skin
And he said he would accept them
The black and the blue
Almost hidden from view
The words flowing through their veins
Crashing in their cluttered heads
Wanting to break free
Clogged windpipes, trembling lips
And he said he would say the words for them
I was one of them
A bird with faulty wings
It was oh so easy for me to fall
And for him to catch me
He found the darkness buried within the sands
And he said he would always be there for me
It made him feel better about himself
Kind, generous, caring
Coaxing broken souls out of their cages
Helping aching, starving beings breathe
Striving to save the unfortunate and the dehumanized
Not knowing that
Ten Reasons Why...1. When you couldn’t sleep the night before because you were too busy thinking about her, but you don’t even mind.Ten Reasons Why...1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. When you can’t find your car keys to leave his house and he says, “Well, sweetheart, I guess you’re stuck with me.”
3. When you get in a fight with her but can’t stay mad ‘cause she’s just too damn cute.
4. When he kisses you on the forehead and you remember why you fell in love with him in the first place.
5. When you’re holding hands with her and your friends are around, laughing at you—but it doesn’t matter anymore because, hell, you’re in love!
6. When you watch him tickle his little sister and think how he’d make a great father one day.
7. When you wish you could wake up every morning beside her and realize you’re already there.
8. When he smiles at the world with a cute, cocky grin like he knows as long as you’re together, nothing else matters, and you can’
What Rape Can't Tell YouHe parrots the word, over and over until it sticksWhat Rape Can't Tell You4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like the bruises on schoolchildren's hands, when they realize purple hurts more than red
While others mourn the translation lost in between
The definition he wrote
And what they want to scream to the world.
All you know is a word,
The hell hidden beneath it is nothing
But the trace of a memory that doesn't belong
To you, and you're so glad it isn't yours
Because then that pain can just be a word,
A beautiful illusion of pretend-this-doesn't-happen and
You deserve prettier words, better words, you think
Ones that stay silent, can be hidden across a page
Victimless and longer than the four letters they warn you about
You don't know how that word is strung
Or why they tie chords around their wrists
In protest, why the memories they drag are drugged and
Filthy with the crimes that can't be forgiven
You don't know how that syllable can hurt,
What it can do
You don't see the gashes in their organs
Or the fissures tha
You've Endured So Many Storms That You Became OneYou have endured so many storms that you became one.You've Endured So Many Storms That You Became One2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your mother was a tsunami.
Her emotions came in waves
and crashed down on you like
“this is all your fault”.
Her high-tide flooded your basement.
There’s water damage in your roots.
She taught you how to swim when you were five years old,
but somehow you’ve been drowning for seventeen years.
You once told me that you hid all the knives in your house
so that the waves wouldn’t carry them away.
Your father was a thunderstorm.
His voice shook your house so much,
I could have almost sworn that you lived by train tracks.
His thought clouds
generated enough electricity to light up your neighborhood.
When his lightning cracked you’d count
to see how far away his hand was from your face
before the friction in his bones was too much for him to bear.
You have endured so many storms that you became one.
You are an earthquake,
and my heart is your San Andreas Fault
Haikus from the pastHaikus from the past2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Lane of the park
Under the falling leaves
My mother’s laughs
Allée du parc
Sous les feuilles tombantes
Les rires de ma mère
公園の路 (kouen no michi)
散る落葉の下 (chiru ochiba no shita)
母さんの笑い (kaasan no warai)
Blades of grass, fresh dew –
On a waterfall of tears
Her life has ended
Brins d’herbe, rosée fraîche –
Sur une cascade de larmes
Sa vie s’est terminée
草葉、新鮮露― (kusaba, shinsen tsuyu)
泪の滝の上 (namida no taki no ue)
彼女の生命は終わった (kanojo no seimei wa owatta)
Navy breeze – a seagull!
Lassie filling her bucket
Before tide’s return
Brise marine – Une mouette !
La fillette remplit son seau
Avant le retour de l
JamesLoving you,James2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
was like loving the snow.
You burnt ice cold,
and you always took my breath away,
but left me sprawling
on the ground,
when I realized
the dream had melted.
Character's Plea to a Lazy Writer“Don’t leave me. Please,” he begged.Character's Plea to a Lazy Writer1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I sighed. “I have to. I don’t even know what I’m doing…”
“No one does, that’s the point! It’s a learning experience, and honey, you’re losing.”
“I’ve barely even done anything!”
“And that’s the problem. You can’t give up now! If you do, I’ll….”
“I’ll ruin my life.”
“I’m serious. Without you, I’m nothing.”
“You’ll be fine, Luke.”
“No, I won’t. I’ll become an alcoholic.”
“Sure you will.”
“And I’ll sleep with tons of women.”
“Not my problem.”
“And…I’ll…become an angry cat lady.”
“You’d need to be a woman for that.”
He pouted, grabbing my abandoned pencil and throwing it across the table
The Fall of EpithilinonIThe Fall of Epithilinon1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let no man speak of wars whence
No answer graced our call,
Let man remember gods thence
Gods, watchful of our fall;
Speak in silenced sighs, men,
Dead men hither sleep,
No flag here flails, amen, amen!
Who can ever beweep
Our brethren in the deep.
Frightened colours breached the sky,
The church bells played a dirge;
The bustling hills and vales so nigh
In crimson rage did merge,
Archers with crescents held high
Keen arrows fell like sin,
The portcullis in sorrow, shy
Interred our fathers in
The last grave of our kin.
Wailed the night in thunder blare;
The mangonels did come,
Lonely trumpets singed the air
When Earth ravished our home;
The eastern tower, wasting wear
For a trebuchet did bow,
Fallen stone and ballista bare
Broke its stony vow,
As the beadle mopped his brow.
Mildly armoured, men at arms
Stormed the brazen fray,
Howled the castle’s cold alarms:
Ladder men up the brae!
Blazed in ire the fields and farms:
The winter’s yield was spent;
skinny.For the first time in a while,skinny.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't stop to weigh myself on my way out of my bathroom;
Rather, I simply stared at my skeletal frame in the large wall mirror and asked
"Why did I eat tonight?".
Not to say I didn't consider it thoroughly-
a full ten-minutes' deliberation concluded that I probably didn't want to know.
I glanced longingly down at the toilet, craving to inch my bony fingers down my throat
just one more time,
but I guess I just don't have the energy anymore.
Besides, the taste of that scorching mix of acid and blood had gotten old all too long ago.
(and the questionings that always followed; I leave the tap on too long for mother's liking)
The shirt that had been just right when I bought it a month ago hung from my shoulders,
hiding evidence that my lungs were still living
as I took another shallow breath.
Maybe in another ten pounds I'll love myself,
but not a moment sooner.