That One LetterDear lover...,That One Letter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is the one letter I couldn't send
It means too much for to hand it over
There isn't much for me to write because I am no writer
No fancy words, just the straight out truth
You still surprise me, even if I don't show it
I know we just can't be over
I can see it in your eyes, you haven't lost hope
As long I can still feel you are still holding on, I will keep trying
I know I am not perfect but I keep trying
That's what I said I will do from the start
One chance I have to make it right
If I miss it, it will be too late
Remember who you are and forget what people said about you
You are beautiful; don't let others say you are not
I won't let you fall, even when I am wrong
I always remember that you like hand-written letters
A letter had more emotion than a text or email because you can see the mistakes, the eraser marks
The emotion is true in each word I write
I don't want you to fade away like everyone else has, I don't want to wake up one morning and realize that you a
CryptographyI cannot talk to you right now.Cryptography2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't part my lips
and spill conversations out:
the sentences grow barbs,
my mouth doesn't work,
my tongue seizes up,
and the words catch.
I am choking on them
and I can't spit them out.
The only way I can speak
to you is in code.
I have to tell you
that I am growing moth wings,
that the deep blue Atlantic
is writhing under my ribs,
that the butterflies in my stomach
are trying to bite their way out
and I am swallowing bottlefuls
of hornets to sting them quiet.
That I have stopped being a man
and have started being a pillar of salt
trying to learn how to rain dance.
That I am eating smoke.
I am trying to tell you something
but I think the cipher is written
on the marrow of my bones
and I don't want to know
what you'll need to do
to crack me.
You'll never read this.I've made up my mindYou'll never read this.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted to be
in the ash
that was scattered
across your cemetary
when the devil came
and smoked a cigarette
over your tomb
and I watched
it was like silk
in the moonlight
because I chose the perfect time
and I knew
that you were
lying through your teeth
every day that you
pretended as if you knew
what your purpose was
so here I stand
and I left
watching as the cigarette ashes
were sucked up by a
that thought it was funny
it wasn't funny
it wasn't a joke
like you thought it was
and I'll keep this scene playing in my head
while you'll keep laughing with
and not noticing
The World Is a RoomThe world is a room*The World Is a Room1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the walls bedaubed
with the green paint.
A mite is running in it**
she doesn't know her purpose
or does she like it.
Two bigger moppets***
have some claims.
Their voices are raised
like the hill growing
in the suburbia.
In the end one of them****
becomes a crumb.
She lifts her hand up
and spanks the mite,
not knowing her trespass.
At evening it's time for going to sleep***** -
the fingerling goes to her bed with rails,
being very sad and sure of a given lesson:
there's no point in enjoying yourself,
cause the sadness will always come later.
*nobody knows its magnitude,
unless it is a person
described in this poem,
trying to figure it out.
**like an old hamster
in its spinning wheel,
with the same knowledge
about her destiny.
***because they're also wee
in the front of God's face.
****probably the one in a skirt,
although you can't be certain.
*****you'll have a dream about
a child with a vile face