Heavenly FireHeavenly Fire3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The sky, consumed by
a spectral conflagration;
embers glow briefly
before the night's rising tide
completely quenches the fire.
Spring ShowersFlowers decorate the trees,Spring Showers3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
white against the green spring leaves,
perfume punctuates the breeze
putting on a show.
Petals from the blossoms white,
catch the breeze and taking flight,
twirl and shimmer in the light,
falling down like snow.
EveShe wore a galaxy on her rib-cage,Eve2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
settled high upon her breast,
when I kissed her I could taste it;
the currency of her success.
LifeLife.Life3 years ago in Letters More Like This
What does exactly life mean?
Let me crawl out of my dark corner and spit out my own definition. Let me shed these words before it becomes illegal. Let me crawl out for a moment; after I finish you can toss me and my ripped soul back in my gap. You can laugh at me and my foolish words. You can spit on my face and step on my heart.
And I know you will.
Life is built of silly, great, sweet, glorious, uplifting, cheerful, colored lies that we are used to call dreams. You can claim that I'm insane but try to analyze your dreams for a moment. Try to grab those sweet words you whisper to yourself every night. You can try but it will never become true, just like your dreams. Sure, five people out of twenty-five will see their dreams turning into reality, but for how long? Seeing your dreams turning into reality involves seeing them shatter down to pieces.
You may say that I'm negativist. You may give me examples of people that built up their dreams and lived happily ever after. You
Pocket UniverseI can smell the typewriters beneath your skinPocket Universe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
metallic, halting, smudged vibrato
wavering note stretched out far beyond
the edge of the universe tucked in your front pocket
breathing out in time with your heartbeats.
All along the wall I find notebook pages
old teabags hung for too long, green flakes whirling
while you sit in the lean of the willow tree
and watch the play that is my life
chew the scenery; the stage collapses with a groan.
You pull your scarf in
and wrap the scars in burnt umber
while the show goes on
StrangerA pair of warm eyes flicker on my presence,Stranger2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Familiar to my own eyes and my dreaming,
A moment which creates a private pleasance —
A lustful haven leaving my mind gleaming.
The handsome face that holds the eyes that see me
Is not unknown, yet still a quite strange vision;
For I’ve not been acquainted with the right key
To free our characters present division.
“The key or stay a stranger?” I inquire;
For when a stranger, fantasy is master;
The beauty of my thoughts will not expire;
The foretold love won’t end in due disaster.
I must cede for pleasure over distance,
To guarantee this silent loves existence.
WhoreI thread a vein out through a scalpel notch;Whore2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and use it as a ribbon to present my heart to you.
I cough a little spare blood. I didn't need it.
I lick the copper from my silenced subterfuge mouth
and it reminds me of the prostitution of my soul
as I pour myself over other men's empty hands
in the dying hope that someone might hold on.
I smear my wrist against a digital canvas and cry;
I give it all to you freely, and nothing in return.
You smile. I break. You hear but you don't listen;
you just throw another single penny for my thoughts.
Frozen WhirlpoolFrozen Whirlpool3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somewhere...in the ocean
There is a whirlpool...that is...frozen
I no longer had anything keeping me bound to this world
You were my love, you were my chain, and my heart was a link
And I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing your face anymore
So my knees gave, as I let my thoughts break, and I forced myself to sink
Somewhere...in the darkness
There is a soul...which became faithless
All those memories down the drain
I feel the bitterness of hope
While my tears rain
I cannot cope
Somewhere...in the depths
There is a spark...cradled by emptiness
My pain will always remain in time
As I never wanted to let you go
But I still got left behind
Only to dwell in remorse
Somewhere...along the path
Came a point...where I couldn't stand
I knew there would be no moving on
And there would be no going back
Because I can't stand the thought
Of potentially losing any of that
Somewhere...in my mind
There is a time...when I loved my
ItalyxReader .:.Bring on the Coffee.:.ItalyxReader .:.Bring on the Coffee.:.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
ItalyxReader .:.Bring on the Coffee.:.
You slowly walked out onto your balcony holding your mug of coffee, overlooking one of the many beautiful canals scattered across the wonderful city of Venice. You took a sip of your morning brew, a smile working its way across your lips. Leaning on the railing of the balcony, you glanced down at the little pathway next to the nearest canal, raising a brow at what you saw.
Barely visible from your point of view was a head of red-brown hair completely frazzled. You pushed away from the railing, walking back into your room, placing your coffee down on your dresser and opening up the closet door. You grabbed your black robe, slipping it on, followed by matching black slippers.
After grabbing your coffee once again, you headed towards the front door of your small flat, taking a glance into your mirror as you passed by. Your hair could have been in a much better state, but you were much too worried to what was with the person outsi
Patient Little FlowerPatient Little Flower4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
A patient little flower sits on the grass,
it watched all the time as it would pass.
Waiting day and night for the one drop of rain,
just a single drop was all he needed to gain.
In order to grow, he would wait patiently,
not at all like a busy bee.
The animals that passed would laugh and laugh,
"You're silly," said a rabbit. "Don't be so daft!"
"Be patient in this very busy life?"
"You might as well suffer in your own strife!"
"We all need water, and the way we get it,
is by finding even a small water pit."
"You can't just sit there and expect it to rain,
that won't give you any small sort of gain!"
The rabbit continued laughing as it bounded off,
leaving the flower to wait for some meaningful broth.
Along came a bird with its wings a-blazing,
the look it had seemed to be crazing.
Seeing the flower, it was quite curious,
wondering if it were down right delirious.
"Do my eyes deceive me? A flower in nowhere?
What are you doing, you should go somewhere!"
The bird dropped to the ground a
Almost Icarusi. There were days when I could hold my breathAlmost Icarus2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my fear would tiptoe back
into the empty spaces between my fingers
and where my wisdom teeth used to be.
ii. I broke my ankles trying to dance with you
and that should have been a warning
but the x-ray machine said I could still fly
so I grew wings and hobbled back
home to you.
iii. It makes sense that Mercury
was the god of poetry and thievery and boundaries,
because words were always more beautiful
when they were captured and kept
in between ink and paper,
and the heartbeats they spun
were not so palpable an ache.
iv. I was always told flight
wasn't an option unless you ran headfirst
but they never told me
that to taste the sky
I had to stop licking my un-wounds,
the parts of me I thought were missing --
empty spaces that never meant
I wasn't w
Ghosts on Magnetic Tape And you know that I love you,Ghosts on Magnetic Tape1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
here and now,
but never for forever;
The future is not, and it never will be.
What We Love
When I was born,
I opened my eyes.
I said, “I am value in a world of appreciation.”
Thine Sanctum, Darkness
There are two kinds of people in this world,
black and white,
Those terrified of darkness,
Who scurry to shoo it away with the sob of a lamp,
As unable to cross their boundaries as they are
Unable to see beyond them.
An Autumn Night with Thoughts of DyingSeraphim rusted and hung upside in a tree,An Autumn Night with Thoughts of Dying2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lit umber as a lantern, spitting sparklers out.
We sat and watched fizzied children laugh
and clap together hands and happy mouths.
She told me oxygen is slowly setting us on fire
and as my blood oxidises into a heavy cop-iron
I thought to myself that if I burst into flames
it would be the most honest thing I'd ever done.
when life and death fell in lovelife is so beautiful thatwhen life and death fell in love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
death fell in love.
she set a trap and he got caught,
caged in her flower crowns
and toxic sweater sleeves.
their romance was a mountain,
with beauty tucked inside the tree trunks.
and when one was about to fall,
the other was right there to catch them.
so tell me,
how could two things so different
believe in each other so much,
when we can’t even do it ourselves?
.quietly, i was kissed.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a house of
they burned out;
i began to fall in love
with all the
wax stuck to my
voltagemy cracked skullvoltage2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
leaks grey matter &
selenic steam, but dearest,
i can talk myself
into a deity;
i'm a galaxy boy
melting my mind
birdlike bonesit's like youbirdlike bones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wrapped your fingers
around my throat
and then had
the nerve to ask me
5:17 AMand it's sad to think5:17 AM1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that if you came back
to tear me apart
i'd let you.
the kids have never cared too much for breathinghe wrote memento mori in the fleshthe kids have never cared too much for breathing1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
between his ribs, growing ivy 'round the
rotting of his lungs. oh, that satyr boy
was more narcoleptic than dystopian. with
menthol bones, he was infected & festering -
(you cannot dwell in a wasteland head forever, vagabond).
make forevers in memories.we are not foreversmake forevers in memories.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
dancing on the borderlines
we are temporary
so do not hesitate
to create them
repelwe are neverrepel1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
none of us.
is a microscopic
romeo and juliet
and I wonder,
if we are living on earth, an electron,
and the sun an atom of an arm
is offering comfort,
the solar system adjacent
is the atom of another's shoulder
to feel the other's
skin, warmth, love.
and there is something scary about that
there is something scary about that
there is something awful
when you are crying and I am cutting the
stream off at impasse
it is impossible for my atoms
to push against your atoms
it is impossible for my being
to more than mingle with your being
and in the crisis of your heartbreak
in the crux,
I am holding you in some unrealized empty way.
I am hugging you, solar system to solar system,
with all these light years between us.
interstellar motion (the north star)i.interstellar motion (the north star)4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am in love with you.
i am in love with you
and i ache in every language i know
and a thousand i don't;
your name spilling from
constellations like some
pure wor(l)d built
there are days
i am ador(n)ed
by the skin of those
when kindness blisters
and it burns;
i am spitfire conflagrations
and no respite, no shelter
when comfort is the
you fly from.
in the between
i am paused
these are days
that feel like all days
and i cry out to believe
i am. not broken,
yet sacred and longing
you are everything;
but the sun
bound in retrospectpart i.bound in retrospect8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
about wreckage and dreaming,
about nights wept weary,
and how city limits
compress to claim you
when you run.
away early mo(u)rning
and choosing dark over light;
how eventually i stopped
wishing upon stars
what’s the point.
there is no true way
for someone this self-conscious
to let loose streams of
but i'm trying.
you are an immersion
racing down my spine,
along vertebrae as if
they belong to you
but they shouldn’t,
you are long-limbed eyelashes,
a study in faux-reluctance.
you are a cage
i never could penetrate
although you never had much trouble
ignoring my reluctance;
penetration became a game
i never won.
this was never a love story,
but add enough adjective
and i guess it can be
whatever you want it to be.
warped to your ideal,
turn me to my better angle
and hide the flaws;
hide the fa