I crawled to your surface again.
I had been tangled up in
passageways carved through
the soil of my mind.
I grew new roots
to find nutrient matter
buried deeply below
shallow hearts and shallow minds,
buried deeply within
distorted fragments of broken selfs.
I feel your support again.
You gave me back solid ground
below my searching, stumbling feet.
Embracing me with your weathered hands,
you give me what I lost and found:
A place, a whole planet, a home for my soul.
RedecoratingMore persistent thanRedecorating1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
an irremovable black marker,
you engraved your words of love
into my practical stone heart.
You decorated that barren place inside of me
with flowers made of
your honest words,
your boyish smile,
your warm touch,
and the colour of your affection.
So gentle feelings began
to grow inside of me,
cracking open my stone heart,
forming a tiny gap,
just big enough for you to slip in.
ScaredGod, god, oh god, I am so scared.Scared1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
So so scared, to do what I yearn to do.
Scared, scared, oh so freaking scared,
to do what I need to do to live,
truly live – not just survive.
I am so shaking nervous
to let go of the tiny bird in my hand,
although I know holding on to it
won't do me nor it any good.
So, so, so afraid to fail
when hunting for the two in the bush,
ever evasive birds of peace of mind and freedom.
But I'll need both their wings
to finally fly.
lost memories between the sofa cushionsi found the lost boys under the sink again,lost memories between the sofa cushions11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
their eyes boring as dark as a stygian night.
black ink tallies were scrawled on their arms --
an imaginary clock ticking life away in place
of the years they weren’t growing.
they reach their hands out to me,
beckoning, whispering the mantra
“be our mother again, again, again...”
but it was your words that echoed in my mind:
even pixie dust isn’t strong enough
to help me fly anymore.
Frozen Hive MindYou are the mass,Frozen Hive Mind1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the lone creature of difference.
You think the single thought
of the hive mind.
Because your strength is unity,
conformity is what you seek.
I seek the aberrant thoughts of innovation.
and an open mind.
I am what you are not:
my own self made individual.
All Together DifferentI'll be your armAll Together Different1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
please be my leg.
We can not have too many eyes,
as every viewpoint is different.
My weakness is your strength
and I'll catch you where you fall.
all together different,
adapted just as much,
as required to make room
Because you are
what we have been missing.
We appreciate all your skills
and all our talents
are at your disposal.
Let us eternally rediscover
your new true self.
You are invited:
Be unique, be You.
Be curious, be Us.
Be part of the group
made of individuals.
I pray for WindI pray for windI pray for Wind1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to press air into my depressed lungs,
for a gust
to blow my mind,
removing the black clouds,
for a gale
to push me forward,
out of this airless,
lifeless state of mine.
nothing but a dried leaf,
crumpled on the ground.
Please god, breathe
your breath of live
into me (again).
Let me dance
on the invisible wings
of your power.
WaterWaterWater1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
everything you thought you were.
What will remain
when everything that is
-just a temporary shell-
is washed away?
Can you stand
to be so shellless
your naked self
tossed through the currents?
Or will you rather collect
forming a new shell
to dress your self in?
Old HandsGrandpa was always the one to do thingsOld Hands7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
-with his own hands.
He built his house,
our playhouses, tepees and dream castles
with his own hands.
Age 70 he was still climbing our roof,
(the one of the real house)
with his own hands.
So the worst thing
the worst thing
the worst thing was
when he had to watch our hands
-we all had come to help-
tend to his beloved garden
while his hands could do
The worst thing was
when he died
-on the inside-
'I am so useless.'
And I wished,
and I wished,
summer homei've rearranged the rooms of my chestsummer home1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to make room for you.
i won't say it didn't hurt
to make myself your Adam;
until you found a comfortable perch.
there, beneath my unguarded breast,
you construct your nest of
every lovely thing you've come to love
(while the rest of me flaps wildly
like moth wings against the cold walls
of my exposed heart).
i should've known you'd leave
when winter froze me.
don't apologize [for the ache].
you kept the beautiful bits of me
(while they died).
Burning HandsTheyBurning Hands1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
encourage me to keep my hands in the scorching fire
- just a little longer -
until I find a better, safer way to roast my food.
blisters on my hands
and pain in my mind
is not a reason to quit that job.
I should rather develop a proper resistance against fire,
How much longer
do you suggest I wait?
Would third-degree burns be sufficient?
Or do you want me to go right down to the fourth, bones turning to ash?
You know those can kill, don't you?
But you and they forgot:
the bones important here
are not those in my hands.
My backbone snaps back into place,
redrawing my hands.
There's more than enough food,
which I can digest
My mind, freed from pain, will find plenty.
And it will taste so much sweeter
without the bitter burned skin.
Death's EmbraceDeath decided he loved me too much,Death's Embrace9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and called my name, reaching
out to take me with him.
My hand slipped out of yours
as I stretched for his embrace,
cool and soft to my touch.
I don’t regret my decision.
He loves me more than you ever did.
LitanyLitanyLitany5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would like to tattoo
a poem on my skin, or perhaps
only a few choice lines, the important
ones that I'll never forget.
But one line, one poem, would never
suffice; there are so many
more words than that, so many
that have engraved themselves
on my heart. I would spend every day
scrawling new words, new poems, new
epigrams and witticisms onto my skin, adding
to a history of loves and losses -
a current of words that starts
at my hands and continues up my arms,
coiling lazily around my neck then dropping
to tenderly spiral around my heart.
It would never stop with one.
[and that's the reason
i refuse to let you write your name
on my hand
you are already always
Poetry AnalysisI was given poetryPoetry Analysis1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Told to pin
her arms and legs
down on my paper;
Take my pen & tear her open
Expose her limbs
And rearrange her vertebrae
to fit my selfish needs
But what the teacher doesn't know
is I already let mine escape
Clutching to the secrets
that still remain inside her
Where they belong
SehnsuchtOctober again;Sehnsucht2 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.
Beautiful LiesYou painted a neon yellow streakBeautiful Lies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
across my ankle
and told me I was art.
I raked a venomous red line
across your throat
and replied: and you're a liar.
Drowning In Rose PetalsDrowning In Rose PetalsDrowning In Rose Petals10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
“Think about it, drowning in rose petals,”
She sighs wistfully…
“It’s a magnificent thought, isn’t it?”
His brows furrow, hands deep in his linen capsules.
“How is drowning a pleasant thought?” the boy asks.
“Even death can be a beautiful thing, honey.” Her eyes--
So passionate as she speaks of this beautifully morbid scene,
“I believe the rose is the perfect representation of humanity’s fragility,”
She moves her hand from her heart,
To the blood red petals, as the thorns prick her fingertip,
As a crimson droplet stems from her index,
Her hand wisps towards her cherry lips, before she licks her finger’s bead,
And she continues, sweetly. “Her stem, as it grows, it finds its color.”
He watches her like the sun shines on her beloved roses,
“The petals bloom in the early spring and begin to brighten,”
She smiles, “Sort of how w
SecretsAll my thoughtsSecrets1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
are silently locked away
behind closed lips.
I am not apt to spill them
I rather hide them
deep down inside my ribcage-casket,
than to betray them to indifferent ears.
But if you are truly interested
know that the answer
is only a question away.
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.
waking upand imagine my surprisewaking up1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when my insides bloomed
into so many dandelions,
and in a single breath
Selkies' Lament--C.Take me back to the beach--Selkies' Lament--C.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
fingers woven like braids,
salt heavy in the air,
beneath our bare feet
as you whisper your love
toward the sea.
Stain the coral with passion--
waves lapping gently,
bloodied promises of yesterday
seeping from the cracks of our soles.
Craning my head against the eastern wind to hear it:
an endless objecting siren's song.
You know the foam as well as I.
Take me back to the moonlight
on your wind-blown hair,
fingernails scraping shapes
across the back of my hand
as you mouth
all the words
you're too afraid to say;
we both know starfish
and waves lapping at the sand
are the only secret-keepers
we'll ever need.
Fill your pockets with glass
and wade with me
into the depths and tangle
among the seaweed.
Your heart is an anchor dragging
and the Moon--
oh, the Moon,
she hangs high
casting lots and distortions
of murky shadows pantomiming
night visions of you and I.
Fill your shoes
with the shards
of your broken dreams
pacificher longbow mouth is un-pacific1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
strung; loose bottom
lip with a cocked
births into him like
Safety Instructions“Warning, weak and fragile!”Safety Instructions1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you labelled me,
because I broke.
“Replace when damaged!”
is your brand of trouble shooting.
You never read half the manual
before (ab)using the product,
otherwise you couldn't have missed this:
Important Safety Instructions
Note: Every human is breakable
without proper care and maintenance.
Caution: Too much pressure can cause mental injury.
Caution: Abrasive words might damage god's product.
Warning! Failure to talk things through can cause electric shock to the heart.
Warning! Persistent ignorance kills!
You didn't even read the signs written all over my face:
Caution, valuable, handle with care!