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?
Fill in the blank.Sometimes people leaveFill in the blank.3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
these why-sized holes in our lives
after they depart.
DysphoriaWe were prodigies of insecurity andDysphoria2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clashing ivory skin on ivory
love, love, love
(the syllables are strung upon your bedpost
like wringing hands and tripwires)
I'm synesthetic red and aching
with envy for your wretchedness and
I would be hard pressed to find you anything but blinding.
Astrali'm the seraphicAstral2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a hallowed body
like i am hellbent on
Untitledagony creaksUntitled2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
between the ridges
of this weary spine
kids like us beat
cavalry drums &
You and I conjugate with instinctual easeYou and I conjugate with instinctual easeYou and I conjugate with instinctual ease2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so abundant that grammar grew green
as sin at our grasp of verbs, for we
are present tense doing and breaking rules as we please
so that fixed form at ‘speare point shakes
and melts liquid into more form-less and less
tradition and a, b, a, b, c, d, c, d, make
greater sense and the most beautiful mess.
Circumventing stutter-in-struct-ure, slip
slick quick electric free in defence of verse
‘til meaning and love run
on and out and meet halfway, crossing
every line together
so there is none… (none for there is no need)
just you and I, in a single breath -- we.
.i've written so many poems.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about love and luck and the
unbearable sadness that surfaces
whenever i think about you.
but you isn't a person,
you is a metaphor for the
birds suffocating in the clouds and the
leaves fighting off the wind.
and when i see flowers
all i can think of is death;
because i am a poet,
and my kind of poetry is the
kind that keeps me up all night,
as i memorize the ceiling
and count every minute
until the sun rises.
it’s the kind that makes me
wish for a bridge because then
maybe i could finally be free.
my kind of poetry,
it’s the kind that kills me.
Nightmares.I tend to sleepNightmares.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clutching my chest
my head under a pillow
to keep the monsters
I would rather have them inside
feasting on my intestines
then abandon them to the night
That way I at the very least
have something to keep me
RealityShe’s got terrible handwriting. You can’t even read it by the time you get to the end of the paper. She starts off real good but the longer she goes, boom, can’t read a thing. And she whistles in the shower. No one I know whistles in the shower. Singing in the shower, yeah, but no one whistles, and it’s only ever two damn songs: the Mario theme and “The Chinese Dance” from The Nutcracker Suite. For the record, I only know that last one because she’s told me a million times what it is.Reality2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I figured as much."
Did you know she can go a whole week without changing her pjs? God forbid you were to ask her to wear a pair of socks for more than six hours and you can forget about it. I swear, there’s dirty socks and mail everywhere. It’s not that she doesn’t read her mail but instead of throwing it out when she’s done with it, she just puts it on the dresser and lets it stay there. I’m not saying I’m the clean
Telling Childhood Goodnight.They were the fearless whispers through the starless night.Telling Childhood Goodnight.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They were the pounding feet through the cobbled streets,
Screaming out for everything.
They were the fleeting memories of a time long gone by,
Blown away in the wind to a far away sky,
Where the air is cold and the stars never shine.
Memories leave their traces behind,
The scars on my legs from a day long gone by.
I was climbing a rock,
That would forever leave me with a flaw.
They were the youthful cries, screaming out.
They were the glowing eyes, on a fearless march,
Racing down the cobbled streets, blazing out for all to see.
The beacon of light that is now dying out,
I never wanted it to go away.
Everything is changing at a speed I can’t match,
I am drifting further every day.
It makes me want to cry that the best and worst days of my life,
Are being pushed away with every day that passes by.
I want to hold on
But each day I lose more ground.
Soon they will be gone without even a sound.
a sliver of the galaxyto the star girl on the edge of my tongue:a sliver of the galaxy2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
your hair dye is fading; you are a patch work
quilt comprised of sleepless nights and
the world around you romanticizes
the sadness that fills you like a broken well,
but you know they’re wrong --
having a darkness that threatens
to overwhelm you every single moment
isn’t glamorous at all.
you’ve started to trace your skin
with a knife again, itching to press
a little harder, to draw on your body
the only way you know how.
but you won’t.
because that will mean
that you’re just as far gone
as they think you are.
and there’s still a sliver inside of you
that doesn’t want to let go.
--the girl on the other side of your mirror
CassiopeiaThe sickle moonCassiopeia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
falls, and I blossom
SehnsuchtOctober again;Sehnsucht3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the curtains billow
with broken glass echoes and
Mendelssohn's bride waltzing
to better times
She becomes the rain,
and breaks her own heart as the sound
right through us.
forest firesmy signature scrawled across allforest fires2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of your sentences like a stain of apologies:
i'm sorry for anchoring you to my hip
like a one-sided promise, like a flood of insincerity.
i'm sorry for collecting you like a well of wishes,
for whispering you into every crack in these walls.
i do not have the depth to tether our limbs
with the tautness of our smiles, but i will
balance you on the edges of my knees until
you slip away.
i have been kneeling with my arms outstretched
but the divinity of your touch
never graced my expectant stance.
our bones built forest fires together,
but it was always my tears putting them out.
I Don't Need Riches (Wealthy Spirit)I Don’t Need Riches (Wealthy Spirit)I Don't Need Riches (Wealthy Spirit)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don’t ask to drown in riches,
I ask for wealth of spirit.
differentyou have inked yourselfdifferent2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
between the very atoms of
you curl around my
blood cells in tendrils of
fountain pen tears
and when i hear the splat
of liquid by the heels of my
feet, i know that you
are here to stay.
they say that there are 206
bones in the human body
but if you ever found out,
you'd simply say -
what is the importance of bones
when there's a soul fluttering
around inside this flesh?
you always said
that science was pretentious.
Airhead (Oxymoron)Empty-headed.Airhead (Oxymoron)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But so full of himself.
Thousandth whisperOn the thousandth whisper of the thousandth wordThousandth whisper2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A thousand things have gone unheard
And thoughts and emotions, undeterred
Sink from the consciousness of this one caged bird.