bloodlust.the bones of my smile curve too harshly.bloodlust.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they push up through my skin;
rupture through my cheeks.
crack open my lips in a grin
hungrier than words;
a cheshire cat
stripped of summer innocence
made terrible in blades and blood.
switchblade teeth rip holes through the still air,
knife through your heartstrings like paper.
you stare at me with eyes pulled tight,
your pupils shrinking away
as my hands curve into claws at your side.
atlas.i. in which i learn how to fall.atlas.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's just a step forward.
it's just a breath:
it's the whisper of wings; the ghost of a spiderweb across my fingers.
it's the white noise that sings along my skin, and the cool air on my lips.
i can breathe blue skies and winter and white sunlight
and the silent sounds of summer trail along my neck to tangle in my hair.
i can close my eyes to the distance
and fall into the sky.
ii. in which i learn how to let go.
it's just a movement of muscle.
it's just a pause:
a bud unfurling over years;
decades dragged into seconds.
it's the sound of static; the hum of your fingertips across mine.
it's the simple synchronicity of white pressed to white; intertwined.
i have to let our hands fall apart some day
before the heat of my heart melts your smile to quicksilver.
or i can press my lips to your e
.of all the gin joints.locked in monochrome smiles, that night was heavy with the dawn,.of all the gin joints.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I no longer have to hide the laughter perched like doves in my throat.
in cracked voices, we whisper timeless words, and press them tight against each others lips.
you let me steal away collarbone kisses and hide small inside your ribcage
and contrast skies hang low overhead.
the lights are distant, shrouded in the hazy heat that spills from open windows and open wounds.
you are rust-blood-red, and I see you smile with scissored lips.
[makedamnsure, sweetie. I always was.]
I told you that here is where the clichés began, but somehow you defy and define them all
your voice is thrown low, and you sing the melody that makes my mind fall away.
Nesnesitelna lehkostNeváí ani cent tvá snaha .........a proč by měla?Nesnesitelna lehkost5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Jsi krásný ..........a moc....
Vysvléct ji do naha ..........jakoby neviděla....
Jsi falený .........princ na jednu noc.
Depressing Russian Literature.Guilt is a piano on top of youDepressing Russian Literature.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
instead of a man. Street noises
drain you like bleach on a rainbow.
Indecision becomes a washer & dryer
you can't stop putting things into
& taking things out of all through
a painful fluorescent night. The
brain becomes smoke, a hidden stash
of dark red cigarettes, dipped in
formaldehyde, waiting for you.
Depressing Russian literature
becomes your best friend & you
can't remember what it is like
to have a flesh & bone best friend,
a soft voice at the other end, someone to cough up
pounds of dirt and flashlights and floods with you.
Fun becomes self-destruction in the form of 47 grams
or too much coffee in the blood.
Death becomes a run-on sentence
wraps its arms around you, puts its
mouth all over a frozen horse.
Health becomes a science,
frightens you with its bones,
pulls at its skin like polyester.
Today is a miracle, & yesterday
was one too.
HTMR-Calavera Literaria: Chiquita y la CatrinaHTMR-Calavera Literaria: Chiquita y la Catrina2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Chiquita y la Catrina
La huesuda sacó su vestido ajustado
Era nuevo, lo compró el mes pasado.
Como accesorio su sombrero emplumado,
Se veía muy mona de amarillo y rosado.
Tomó su teléfono y a su amigo llamó:
-¡Ya es el día de los muertos!
¿Me llevarás al panteón?-.
Al otro lado de la línea, el joven asintió.
Era divertido salir con su amiga,
Y hacerla enojar no era una opción…
La Catrina terminó de arreglarse,
Sacó sus zapatos de tacón,
Y más rápida que lo pueda imaginarse
Salió rumbo al pachangón.
-¡Ya estoy aquí!-. Dijo tras la puerta,
-¿Nos vamos o qué?, la espera me impacienta…-
Más sin embargo, su amigo tenía un problema
No podía encontrar el pan para la ofrenda.
Un poco frustrada pero entiendo el caso,
Catrina se sentó a la entrada a esperar un rato.
The Red CrownThe Red Crown6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I remember a ruby crown,
By mischief set alight,
Perilously burning down
On your tresses of night.
A leap, a splash, and wounded pride;
Such memories I had.
I know that you were beautiful;
I knew all girls were mad.
What I lost, at last regained,
But only these of worth:
Your smile when you said my name,
And the land that gave me birth.
Cruel truth remaining to be faced,
Demons to be fought,
But a moment with you: there is peace,
And pain can be forgot.
I did naught to deserve this life,
And the debt must be paid;
The land in flames of war and strife;
Her pain must be allayed.
My pride, my safety, and my throne;
These I could deplore,
But how could I leave thee alone
Loved I not honour more.
When I've fought for love of country
And died for love of friends,
Maybe I'll then be worthy
With you to make amends.
As the lightning fades I'm praying
To be again with thee,
And we are children playing
Under an apple tree.
Lament for the Fall...Lament for the Fall of the One-Hundred Twenty-Third BlockLament for the Fall...4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The time had come for all things to change,
All your childhood memories erased,
Everything you thought you knew replaced
With things neighborly and all strange.
Whatever you love: the rock 'n' roll,
The silver screen magic, song and dance,
The puppet theater, has been choked,
As the voice of the frog had croaked.
The filtered air is no longer sweet.
The dead man's count is off the charts,
Of shattered dreams and broken hearts.
What is wholesome is merely deceit.
The end was brought by a small red imp,
Who tickled fancies and hypnotized
His charm was all but mirrors and smoke,
When the voice of the frog had croaked.
The cookie crumbs are nothing but lies!
Don't let children play on the junk heap;
Without self-esteem they'll be dirt cheap,
Like monsters damned to philosophize,
Ever changing "in" to "out" and back,
And justice is near, justice is far.
The monstrous moa flew unprovoked,
Since the voice of th
if you can't stand --my mother flicksif you can't stand --1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the flame
under the black
in the lamp-light
when she sees me
and boils over
my head hits
the bittersweet wall-to-wall
cosmos in my eyes
under the table
like evenings of liver
onions limas and sit
there until you eat
i guard the injuries
turning from indigo
The Orange SkyThe Orange Sky6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Moving through day and day so numb,
Nothing to do, nothing to be said,
All was boring, ugly, and dumb;
I well-behaved as I were dead.
But something I did not forget:
When fire was bright, an apple red,
Water so surprising wet,
And I was crazy, so you said.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
But I was then a heart without,
Coldly walking in my slumber,
Searching for something to care about.
But to lose is less than to regain,
A wish finds more than it wished to,
And when you had come back again
Then I knew how I missed you.
Loving more than me, you could not stay,
Why, I could not understand,
And watch you throw our love away
For something called Our Land.
I saved your life and lost you
So you could lose it as you choose,
I may be a fool; at least it's true
That love, not fear, me rules.
If daylight comes and we meet again,
I will never let you go.
You, healed by healing the land's pain;
You healed me long ago.
My lord's scarred heart is great enow
To love all things and me,
Chapter 5: Caged“I know what you yearn to do to your master. I can help you accomplish such a task, but only with your help. If you agree, I can remove the bells from your body.” The blue point said.Chapter 5: Caged2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Butter's ears perked up in interest. Were her prayers finally to be answered? Was meeting this feral cat fate? To finally roam around Euteria without fear of her master following her or harming her was something she had been dreaming about. Since she was born her master would beat her, ranging from a single slap to a full fledged attack depended upon whether or not the master was in a good mood. This meant most of the beatings she received were as a result from something she did not do. She had not tried to escape before because she couldn’t bear to leave her mother and Scotch in such an awful place. Her mother had passed away in the last six months, and now the entire brunt of the beatings were inflicted on Butter. Butter had tried desperately to keep quiet so that her brother could liv
Crayon SoulmatesDear Stars,Crayon Soulmates2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing their mother's cigarettes and their father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)
I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My best friend threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that someone like me was not supposed to have such dreams.).
He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon
She and Her WolfDearest sweet redShe and Her Wolf1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will come for you, my lamb.
For our unkind fate to be fed,
The basket you hold is my jamb.
I will steal you as you smile, my pet.
To calm my growls you had once set.
Oh wanderer of the dim lit wood,
How you carry the weight of this sagging forest,
And my false pretense voice under that hood.
Let me sink my jaws again into you're quest.
Ride once more when I howl! Satisfy this thirst.
Let me see you grin....in fear, like you should have at first!
But you tore me, crooked soul of that lumber jack;
Away to the other side of damned life and luck.
My silent body you filled of stone; drowned back
To soil who raised the flowers I had asked you to pluck.
My love, beware!
I will always be by your side to scare.
Dikitten Okami Wolfirm Lupus
A.K.A Big Bad Wolf
Sanguivorous.Teeth in mySanguivorous.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
skin, the junctions of
my elbows and thighs
have become your playground
and I fall apart beneath
Birthday poem for PewDiePieRoses are red, violets are blue.Birthday poem for PewDiePie2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're one year older, and we still love you.
Oh look, there's Piggeh, sliding like a snake.
He's pumped, just so freaking pumped, and always says:
"You thought I was a pig? No, I'm a snake."
Then there's Stephano, guiding you in the dark.
Always gives you courage, when things turn hard.
But watch out for the bro, now,
'cause he's lurking behind you.
He always says:
"Pewdie, come here, bro",
but secretly he wants to rape you, too.
I love to watch you dance like a master,
it's too good to be true.
And then you rap like Parappa,
you know what? You're good in that too.
Fighting the zombies like that badass Lee,
whatever Clemmy does, you'll be sure to forgive.
Defending her with your own life,
you'd even take a zombie bite.
Ib's rose is red and Garry's rose is blue.
Keep doing what you love, bro,
your bros always count on you, and stick with you, just like glue.
Utopian RuptureGive me your handUtopian Rupture1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and lets escape to wonderland
The ecstasy unable to withstand
But I fear the worst of my touch
That you abruptly desire to clutch
Might shatter you too much
The Popular ShadowsThey watch you as you walk down the hallThe Popular Shadows3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're short; they're tall
And they're waiting for you to collapse
The dangerous popularity relapse.
No matter what, don't give in to them,
Funny they can call themselves women and men,
At least you own your soul
And out of this mess you'll still be whole.
But if you let the image in the mirror get you
And beat you, throw you
Screaming until you're hoarse,
You'll find yourself in a tragic recourse.
And you'll be a walking shadow person,
Creeping along their walls at night,
But they'll never care cause they've got
Their reputation as a night-light.
You'll prowl through the halls,
No end in sight,
You've got to have a sun
To see the end of night.
If you deny your pain
They'll make it their sadistic gain
Feeding off your weary brain
Like a masochistic leech.
They cry tears of blood
Running down the inside of their heads
Just waiting for another ambitious predator
To push them back into the mud.
Their Aeropostale sweatshirts cover their wrists
Dead MarshesOnce armies proud,Dead Marshes3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
their enemies vile
Once armies proud,
now they rest in a mire
Side by side lie
noble Elf with a Man
Side by side lie
Orcs from a dark den
In dreamless sleep
Forever they'll rest
In dreamless sleep
Hosts of East, hosts of West
The waters cold
Are their murky grave
The waters cold
Above soldiers brave
Dead faces in water
Some noble and sad
Dead faces in water
And mud is their bed
Cold and pale faces,
Both evil and fair
Cold and pale faces
With weed in their hair
All foul, all rotting
Lit by corpse-lights
All foul, all rotting,
You should not look in
Or you'll lose your wit
You should not look in
When the candles are lit