Clichedoes your poetry consist of
feelings nestled in ribcages
silent cries inside of a marrow
and the dull thunk of your heart
against my barely beating bones?
or is your poetry nestled in galaxies
shooting across well-kept fingertips
like comets lighting a dull sky
stardust of my hip bone wishes
literature universe coming to an end?
can your poetry play imagination
like a clever twist in a dream
where you kiss my shadows away
and teach me how to caress you
with love that burns passion away?
are you smitten enough to
run away with me
or are you yet to be blanketed
by these heavy arms of mine?
do my words weigh you down?
i havent met one so easily drowned
by the vast sea of my sunkissed letters
but as your velvet lips whispered,
always is there a first.
Flashyes, there’s something niceFlash1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
about fireworks that
cut through the night and
spill golden light all over
those who watch
but there’s also something magical
about the smoke trails
by each and every
how they show
where the fireworks tore through the darkness
breaking through the unknown
even with no light to guide them
how they display
not only where we end up
but how we fought to get there
and I realize
that as pretty as each little flash is
how beautiful each burst of color seems
I think I’d much rather
be learning about
CathieSalt-and-pepper hair contrasts sharply with the crisp, starched pillow;Cathie2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bone-thin arms resemble bed rails--
tears in my arms, the morphine drip in your vein.
My inner rage refutes your calm acceptance.
You ask if we are waiting for you to die: no.
We are waiting for a miracle,
we are waiting for you to heal--
We are waiting for something that will not happen.
We are stretching for something that is out of reach.
We are holding onto our obsolete hopes, the small fragments of our lives
so closely, we cannot see the bigger picture
In a paradox, God is calling you clearly,
but we can't seem to hear His voice--
only the silence ringing in our ears
as the monitor stops
your breathing ceases
your face un-creases--
and, for the first time in years,
you run Home.
AsphodelA beckoning:Asphodel1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
watercolour sky shrinking,
too late, teeth fall; pearls
from a broken string.
Blink and the moon ignites—
but the sheets are still
Vertebraewe dressed ourVertebrae10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
& bone crowns
spitting static through
our buzzing t.v. teeth
you're a silent migraine:
[& i want to be something
too pristine to
.when her love left, it left.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the house empty
and she says
i hope one day it'll
come back to me,
cos i don't keep this shotgun
on my front porch for nothin'
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
lolita and her galaxy boy(she)and (he)lolita and her galaxy boy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lie in the grass
It’s December and
it’s too cold to do anything but stargaze
(he) names a star after (her)
In the blackwashed sky
As (they) swim in space
In the cracks of the black holes
Into millenniums and alternative universes
And (they) sink
The hymns of the stardust
Until the sun rises
And winter falls into spring
And the chlorine molecules decompose back into simple astrology
1,001 NightsIn a land of1,001 Nights1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
dreams and dust:
the curve of
a half-hazed sun,
the scatterbrain's guide to the galaxy.sometimes i forget thatthe scatterbrain's guide to the galaxy.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sun is not a candle
even though each night
it melts like wax
into the forgiving arms of the sea.
sometimes i find myself
at a loss of breath
when the moon erupts from the water
clad in nudity
with the shy demeanor of a virgin
exposing flesh to the naked eye.
sometimes it's hard to remember that
i cannot touch the stars
despite the fact that
they know me like lovers–
watching the air escape my teeth
in the milky twilight and
catching my 2 a.m. whispers to my notebook
when my tongue is swimming in coffee.
sometimes i lose myself
in the vast expanse of our universe
because the feeling of being small
is nothing compared to
the feeling of being nonexistent.
sometimes i intake sharply
at the sight of the ink
neatly pressed into my feet
and with good reason,
for my mom nearly fainted
when she got the call from me
informing her that i had recently gotten
a rendering of the solar system tattooed on my soles.
(sometimes i wonder if
the galaxy is as smitten with
Celestewe'll kiss hell's palms likeCeleste9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
before we give sermons tonight;
pacing scaffolds, we long
to wake immaculate -
the theatreit is a Tuesday afternoonthe theatre1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I observe
the proscenium arch
of your spine.
I am separated from you
by several degrees,
a world and a half,
the ornate, sweeping divide
between watcher and watched
(and you've never cared
to break the fourth wall)
love poem for a pianistyou make me think aboutlove poem for a pianist8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
how heavy negative space can be.
the space between your fingers,
the space between notes,
the space between us
in this small, soundproof room;
every empty millimetre
in my chest
NetherThe world unfurls:Nether6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
becomes a gemstone, sinking
a mirror breaking
a thousand splintering realities
and I am lost —
forgotten who I ever was,
forgotten how to breathe.
Plays of my lifeMy life is a play,Plays of my life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
depicted in the words of
The Bard of Avon -
time and time again, it seems
I'm as a mirror reflects
in his work, transcribed
to recreate the words that
I am now based on
and in the shade of his ink
my mirror image projects.
My life's a game of
"I came, I saw, I conquered,"
where the mighty rule
over ignorance of sheep,
expecting no reaction
yet setting aflame
the spirits of men who see
the lion a fool;
they wish the death of tyrants
for utmost satisfaction.
My life's a battle
of silence, of North and South
who fight for reasons
that touch no ideals of now,
yet fight, and fight nonetheless
for pitied praise and
petty appeal, for no more
than changing seasons -
they hate "peace" as they hate hell
and each other in distress.
Come now, child - forget
not that all the world's a stage
and thy part unclear,
lest thy innocence be lost,
and thou now be lost in fear.
lattice bonesseafarer, you arelattice bones7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
vorticose & valeric;
you are an odyssey & i
am always sinking
i've found the gold
Otherwise Good ConditionI have worn the same dressOtherwise Good Condition1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
for four days, because
I am sick, exquisitely
black and gold, your drunk
dimestore Nefertiti. A
white stain announces
itself, a muddy star:
here. Undo yourself,
those sallow words you drink,
let the silk fall loose. I've got
a face like dirty laundry
and burial grounds --
What I touch becomes
unwell. I wear my hair
like it pains me,
like a little girl
sucking her teeth
at cars, the caked little
tombs of sugar that crumble,
under the hot milk
of the sun.
waking upand imagine my surprisewaking up1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when my insides bloomed
into so many dandelions,
and in a single breath
BullyHear me perform it on youtube.Bully2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We are not more
than each other but
virginity is a childhood disease;
because my friend tells me
I won't find a way to keep it.
So I do keep it.
You are not more
than me, yet
I bully you:
'sex is an adolescent dream.'
because your friends tell you
that you will hold someone
close enough to have it.
So you hold someone closer.
And it doesn't bother me
that I twitch from the grief,
wince from my gut and ground
my teeth for the truth;
I do those things because
this thought makes sense to me:
I think I'm more
breakup breakdowni rarely touchbreakup breakdown6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
those seven digits
that make the voice
on the other end
you need to have a plan...so here's toyou need to have a plan...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to some forgotten shore.
2. fall desperately in love with
i. the ocean
ii. the sky
iii. the honey sunrise and
iv. the steelgray winter dawn.
soul-deep into the water and
4a. search out the requisite words
i. from behind white and blue curtains
ii. and underneath clam shells
iii. and in the wakes of fishing boats, and
4b. pluck them from the ceaseless
scrawls of sunlight
against the slopes of waves.
5. make time for
ii. and other
NecromancyShe thinks there are nebulaeNecromancy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the rough of my gutter bones,
some stargazing sanctuary
for lonely outcasts to lay their heads.
I am but a car crash,
& red inked corrections
on crosshatched skin.
Made up of moans,
the clutching of bedsheets;
I am contemplating
ripping my ribs apart
I never had a heart at all.
But my moon shy love;
she is determined
to try & wake the dead.
She chased wolves all the way back to the sunSunsets would break and collapseShe chased wolves all the way back to the sun1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Between the gaps of her spine
Sliding past the summers aching breaths
They’d reside in the hollows of her eyes
Cold lucidity seeping into her ivy sewn ribcage
Her songbird synapses collapsing into the skies
As they caved in upon themselves
When the earth opened up and swallowed
Her day dreamer retinas
And pasted over them in night time symphonies
She was Pegasus palpitations hung up to dry
When the stars could no longer bleed
And the trees would split into a thousand storms
Held tightly under wraps by green eyed spirits
And hungry wolves clawing at her open palms
Lions den whispers echoing between bated breaths
She'd tear the sun apart
To feel the liquid light filtering through her veins
Swallowing down the liquid heat
Of lonely summer days spent
Hiding on scraped knees
Betwixt negative space and human nature
She was the weather torn kill joy
Hunting the sunsets to carve her name into the sky