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,
.i would shed my skin.1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
with autumn, but my veins would
crack like the dry leaves
MythosThe HunterMythos1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a sky of fleeing stars:
the archer's arrow,
LiliyaBright-eyed,Liliya2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mistress of light.
Hinging TimeAutumn's diaryHinging Time1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
dances in the breeze--
pages ripped from barren branches.
My father's father's blood
was the same color, once--
an angry, untamed flame.
My own blood is an oil-spill
chasing the metal of my joints--
each move creaks.
LoveCaramel kisses drizzleLove1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
from your lips, and I
still to a pulsebeat.
Ephemeral1.Ephemeral1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wake up and tear the sun
from the sky like this is a
grade school art project and i
am supposed to share something
worthy of myself-- i think
there is a black hole nestled
betwixt my lonely ribs,
devouring anything alive.
on days like these, my greatest weakness
is weakness and i am my own fatal flaw.
we live by mantras and my ears ring
‘i hate every piece of me’
(he put his head to my chest
and heard me dying;
call me beautiful now)
we are the false ends of sunken
universes, we are pieces of
dead galaxies and you are
stardust, god, you are
i believe that this is all just a dream
by someone with an imagination
bigger than the word “no,” that we
are pawns in a game not worth
remembering, but when i’m with you
i never took kindly to things
that required codependency,
the uncalloused portion
of my frostbitten heart
but god, you are
Jealous WatersPale twilightJealous Waters1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
frosted the waters;
nymphs sigh, jealous of Pan.
winterice sculpts the sunrise,winter1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
filters down to still the day;
silver mists echo
Penning AutumnFolded between the pages of booksPenning Autumn1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
you bound our spines
where the dandelions grow--
the anxious poetry of autumn.
Alla RabiosaScorpio's tail slips low—Alla Rabiosa1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a mari usque ad mare:
from sea to sea
over me, a devil in the sky above;
and the Huntress
peels dawn like an orange.
amongst the stars:
the Mad Queen's cosmic mirage.)
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
Love-ku'dlesLovekus to cuddle to.Love-ku'dles1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Three little lines
Your body embracing mine
Two halves of one
Ku'ing in the evening
I think of your tiny smile
Cooing near my ear
Sky darkens from peach to plum
Inside I embrace
Blankets or your arm-
one way or another
Waking up in the morning
before a kiss
Hair can wait--
Brushing what is bare
I ku for you submitting--
one ku for a bended knee
one coo for needing
Baby, nobody ku's
the way I ku for you
Today, I am DrowningSome days,Today, I am Drowning1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a tiny glass globe
to be carried away
on the wind.
breathes with the sea--
tangling about my ankles
.a lover leaving his.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
home for another, a spark
that becomes a flame
meanwhile, statesideheat in the darknessmeanwhile, stateside1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
your pulse in your fingertips
thoughts of distant skin
spring meadowsbroken breezes throb;spring meadows6 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a slow smile and naked nights.
clouds of porcelain blush.
Red Riding HoodSunset's red capeRed Riding Hood1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
spills across the horizon;
wolves lick sharp claws clean.
HaikuWriMo1HaikuWriMo9 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Church spire, stretching,
weds the moon.
and a heavy heat;
steeds of elven knights,
armoured all in blue.
upon orange glass:
a specimen, fossilised
veined in gold—
fallen like snowdrops.
Eagle in flight,
great wings cradling
peeking from a soft,
smoky grey duvet.
The world settles;
the heavens awaken—
two arrows in tandem.
The yellow of an
crinkled paper moon.
Tangled in old web—
a spider, noosed.
of a smudged landscape:
pot of molten gold
along the treetops.
Counting LightningA faint flush of blueCounting Lightning1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
crowded by angry coals;
the sky holds her breath.
.the oaks crouch to greet.10 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
me, i sit with the ferns and
the forest listens
on self-assessmentThis is a poem for all the people who stillon self-assessment1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
have something to see in me. I could
cut myself on the sharp edge of my thoughts,
bleed out a saturated river of
something sweet; I could be like a million
other gifts from mother nature to preserve
in glass cases and scientific journals and
buzz words, to picket and fight over and
eventually forget. I could
write a million stories about the universe
in my stomach, and my lack of
a gag reflex and the irony in that.
I could write about the blooming storms
in my head and about how I’m addicted
to bad weather, and how I can’t hear myself
over the static waves rocking me to sleep.
My best friend is the most beautiful hurricane
I’ve ever seen, slow motion wreckage who says things like
what does it even mean, where are
we going, maddie, what am I even here for;
My first love wasn’t special. It was
ignorant and narcissistic and orbited around me
like some neglected planet, like I
was finally the center of a universe
desiccatei.desiccate1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you were 22 years in the making,
a sponge without water
since the day they plucked you from the ocean
and left the sea salt to sink into your pores.
I was something too heavy to wade in,
barely able to breathe,
21 years in the making
with floodgates barring my emotions
since the age of four.
At the first sign of droplets,
the salt of you drew me in
and eased the heaviness of my heart.
In your confessions of self-love,
in your tales of embrocation,
I was only ever your liniment;
was a thing to be forgotten from the start.