drunken sinners1.drunken sinners2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sky had bled introverted colors of
reds and purples,
like some drunken painter had decided to
declare his independence.
you kissed her pale pink lips,
and i thought about why you'd love such a
the liquor was golden and gleaming
in your rusty
and your voice after you drank a glass
was grunge and grey and
you were different afterwards.
like someone had lacerated out your heart
from your chest and left it beating in my
you were combing through the bible like
an unread diary,
and i could see jesus's disapproving face from your
you were sinning and
you were also adam and i was eve
and we were both damned to
BreatheYou inhaled herBreathe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And exhaled me
Taking in deap slow breathes
But breathing out fast
When she holds you
You breathe her in
With each moan
Every time you say her name
You exhale me
In time back I filled your lungs
I was spreading
I was in your cells
I traveled into your muscles
I made your heart beat
With each beat you took more of me
You could feel me
I was in your being
I was part of you
I didn't mind
Note to SelfDate a librarian; they'll read you until your spine falls apart, and still love every page. They'll underline your highlights, your endless seas of profound poetry, as if they've mistaken your manatee appearance for a mermaid. They'll hang off the cliff of your chapter 15 and dive into the next page as if you're about to reveal what they've been looking for. And when they don't find it, they'll tear out your words letter by letter with a hush, asking you oh so sweetly to stay quiet. Finally, they'll bind your broken spine with tape and set you on the shelf for misplaced books until they forget you were ever there, but they won't be done with you. They'll never be done with you; even when it seems your pages, your rib cage and heart, is filled with nothing but dust.Note to Self3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ocean,I'm pouring the lake at you again;Ocean,1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to speak the river and swill the crick with you
where all waters flow to and they've crowned you
would find our what-if miracles in a far-off land
in empty bottles under swollen rocks
trickling caves, island curtains and lighthouses
with us so divided by the waves;
let's find our thrones and bind the world to our ankles
with roots and swim regardless
then spree hardship so
our eyes will be just foam in the grace of what they see
as the sun sets and we sing each others' worlds
to forget each others' names.
let go, little bird--hope is the tired little bird at the bottom of your heart, the one whose tiny wings are broken and bleeding, the one that won't stop flapping uselessly at the sky, like it's going to take off, take off dammit, even when it's fading by the second and dying in a heap of feathers, and it breaks your heart to see the optimistic flame still sparkling in such innocent eyes.let go, little bird--4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm writing this to tell you that i don't know what i need. i'm writing this because i can't pull any fancy metaphors from the back of my throat to save my pride this time. i'm writing this to see the look on your face when you wake up and wonder why i keep running away.
hope is the thing with feathers, my broken baby bird. hope is the trust in those newborn eyes that makes you burst out sobbing although you never know why. it's the razor-sharp edge between happiness and pain, the line you try to fly on crippled wings, my little bird, just to save someone stronger from having to walk it for themselves.
blood typethere is something haunting about the way blood flows.blood type2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just think - all that crimson coursing through you,
scribing calligraphy inside your gut.
through your arms, through your heart.
it paints promises across the canvas of your innards, saying:
i promise to take time, to give you as much as you need.
i promise to stay warm even when chills tickle your spinal cord.
when blades threaten to sharpen themselves like buffers across your skin,
i will flow slowly, giving them a chance to see the light in your bones.
i promise to stay powerful.
i promise to stay abundant.
i promise to stay holy.
i will weave through your veins,
craft myself into a villanelle to savor your breath,
so that if you ever decide to drain me by your own 2 hands,
you can read my words and know that you are not worthless.
Endlessi could talk to youEndless1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
until my throat bled
from all the sharp corners
of every word
and i'd listen to your voice
until the sun
circles the moon.
and then some
Paradoxes in her bonesand she always dismisses herselfParadoxes in her bones1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and leaves her pupils dilated
lighthouses and forget-me-nots tangled in her chest
but her thoughts shiver more than her dreams.
he calls her beautiful
as she longs to stick his eyes out with stones
and grasp his aching heart between her hands
but they both know he's already broken.
how can they stop when they've never started
she wishes she could send them reeling
with stalwart syllables and poignant sighs
even though she's never made a sound.
the storms outside are bitter
no sweet rain after dusk to wet her lips
the winds inside her are quiet, and seething
with all the words she's never said
and all the promises she's ever broken.
how to stop someone from hurting youunlock the door. walk in.how to stop someone from hurting you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
deny it before it ever happens.
(it never happened
leave. walk 2 miles. freeze.
gag on the voice that fails you.
(vow to never speak
repeat this step indefinitely.
(spend all day
go home. shower. go to bed.
plan to sleep forever.
in 20 minutes.)
Opposites."I love you,"Opposites.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the darkness.
Maybe if summer
maybe then your
and those three words
Dead flowerDead flower2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A perfume of dead permeates this rose
like this flower, thou hast withered
Now I'm sad
revelation.we whisper our prayersrevelation.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a cathedral of sheets
because we do not know
how to forgive
or be forgiven.
are made to a doctor
who keeps a record
of our wrongs
neatly tucked in her files
because she knows
become our altars,
our "hail mary"s
handed to pharmacists
in exchange for
of our souls.
to force ourselves
high and higher,
that we have been given
we have chosen
to be slaves,
to rebind ourselves
in our chains.
to turn the wine
i tell you
the body and brain
will not remain,
the eyes will lose their vision,
the hands their precision,
the ears the sound of earthly song,
the taste of indulgence on the tongue.
faith, at last, will begin to decay,
our hope revealed as the only way,
and we will
to the promise
Fake BoyI hateFake Boy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The way you act so cool
Like I'm not real
You are the big
I hate who you try to be
That I cant actually
See who you really are
And the stupid facade
And your stupid falseness
Which surrounds you
You can be whatever you want- why be fake?
I hate how you try to
Then what you let me see
And when I get close- I see only lies.
The lies you painted
The lies you crafted
Even the lies you whispered in your sleep
But I hate the most
The lies you fed to me
“I’m sorry” isn't real, “I promise” is meaningless.
So stop- I am done, because all you do is lie and it
SnowLet's lose our faces tonightSnow2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Chemical anxiety and paper highs
Thrown to the curb by something stronger, small and white
While stars burn out their insides; Prometheus in the sky.
I always thought you were a lie:
Stinking pop culture curling bright around my eye
But now I wonder if your treasure is something I could find
Leaping from the bass lines into my frenzied, eager mind.
the oracle card in my pocketthe man i love is anthe oracle card in my pocket4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
old soul with a stunning mouth and
he gathers up pieces of me into
his hands and carries me to bed.
Flaking Photographs We see the greatnessFlaking Photographs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of faces belittled
in little boxes
Take Me AwayThe day is dying,Take Me Away11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And no one’s at my house
Except for me.
I see a black car pulling up in my driveway
And I already know who it is.
I close all the windows,
Slam the doors and lock them shut,
Turn off all the lights,
Shut off everything that makes light and sound,
And pretend no one is home.
It’s too late, though.
Because he comes out of the car.
And I already know who he is.
I can’t see his face,
He’s hiding it,
But I already know who he is.
He’s covered with an enormous black hooded robe,
Covering every part of his body,
But I already know who he is.
He’s carrying a weapon,
Bladed and swift,
And not the type usually used as a weapon.
It’s a scythe.
And that should be a dead giveaway.
He knocks on the door,
Slowly and loudly.
I don’t answer.
It doesn’t matter,
That I don’t answer,
Because he pushes it down.
Because nothing can get in his way.
He finds me and beckons forth
For me to follow hi
A Love Letter.Folded upA Love Letter.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
your heart is like a
forged ages ago
Encased in an
sealed in vermilion
was a letter
that you recklessly
But he was
and could not read
that coursed through
so he threw it
I happened across
some years back.
With cold fingers
I straightened the
and marveled at
the flawless script
have you awaited
to that beautiful
you so carelessly
Insecurities.You avoid eachInsecurities.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of your perfect
that I hold dear
because you do not
see what I see.
You only talk
to those you've known
because you fear
people will not
You don't dance
unless its dark
and we're all
because you care
You try not
because your teeth
the way you think
You hide your
because you think
gray is boring
and void of
You hate your
because they don't grace
each and every
who you wish
you could be.
You cannot see
the you that brings
to my eyes
because of all the words
your stark and utter
I know you don't
but I thought
you should know the truth,
each and every
to get closer
Saltwater VeinsWe chased unfamiliar coastlines,Saltwater Veins2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
crossed a continent of earth,
abandoned Northwest shorelines
like broken shells upon the beach;
drove straight ahead, towards looming Atlantic,
laid down roots in an East Coast state
without a shoreline.
But I missed my rocky beaches,
crashing waves swirling sea-spray
against wind-reddened cheeks,
breathing life into salted lungs.
So we chased the Atlantic northward,
up the coast, snaking up Route One,
a wending wave of rocky coastline.
I leaned to touch the water,
and it flowed fast from my fingers -
'til I turned, and
the Atlantic chased me up the beach,
caught me fast in its swell,
froze me in place as seafoam
lapped hungry at my heels,
swallowed ankles seasoned with brine.
My feet sunk into sand
locked between sea and shore
unable to move for fear of falling,
of being swallowed whole.
Then gentle waves released me
sopping wet against the sand
And now I feel the pull
of coastlines east and west
tides rent me from within,
Sensual TortureSensual Torture:Sensual Torture2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are but a simple pawn;
Caught in a maelstrom of ill feelings and turmoil.
You were not meant to be here -
But unfortunately, here you are my friend...
Now then, I do not wish to drag this out;
There is no purpose in badgering someone who knows so little.
However - without your confession - I'm afraid that
I would not know whom I should share my - pleasures with...
Though I'm certain that you will be sharing plenty...
Of course, it will probably be a poor idea to make you scream,
At least not while I'm still enjoying your fear.
Instead we'll begin with a simple agony;
A quick taste of your pain to whet my appetite...
We'll begin with just a thin incision,
One that is made in the center of both your eyelids.
And then, then we'll make another cut - this one just above the eyes...
Ah, I will adore the feeling of watching your skin peel apart
As the scalpel bites in and draws it aside; much like the curtain
Set upon a theatre stage. It is the
Poets and ParadoxesTo be a poet is an endless paradox,Poets and Paradoxes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A constant contradiction of your thoughts
And division of your soul.
Paper cuts will scar your skin,
And fill your ink well up with blood
So you have no choice but to write from your heart.
It means you cry and lie
And lay awake each night
Thinking of new ways and new words
To hurt you and heal you all at once.
It makes it so that the beat of the stanzas
Is a heartbeat,
Hammering in time with your own
And speaking to you about every moment
That you have been compelled to pen.
It means breaking yourself apart
Into ink and sharp shards
Small enough not to cut anyone
And maybe those foolish and wonderful enough
To try piecing you together.
WhisperEyes solemn as pinewoodWhisper3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The touch of your hand
The river's at half-tide
They don't understand
The night is still falling
Don't know you like me
When sun breaks the morning
By sunlight you'll see
We whispered 'mongst spring-blooms
A promise to keep
When we were both yearlings
The valley is steep
My hands through your mane now
As sure as the day
Fly free as the meadows
Where grass finches play
Our eyes are still keen and
Our hearts don't know grey
With these limbs like greenlings
I'll take you away.