Everything HumanI am everything...Everything Human1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Strayed and flawed
Pretty and lost
Soft skinned, soft hearted
A solid foundation of emotion
That breaks apart into fractals
Breaths of sighs
Memories vague and softened by nostalgic shadows
Equal to sadness
Yet, underneath it all I am satisfied with coming to know myself
To know love
To know loss
I am singular and still
I am open
And I am alive.
UndefeatedI am neither brandedUndefeated11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I breathe lightness
And feel rainbows that fall along my face
And skin through stained glass windows
I can feel the quiet stillness in everything
Seeing what others may
But do not grasp fully
There are those that burn
There is pain
Darkness may unfold
Surrounded and weighted
Yet you may find that the only way to conquer it
Is to refuse to be defeated
We are only here for a moment...make it mean something.
She smells like flowersThe young boy just wanted to hold her tightShe smells like flowers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
As he felt her amber hair flutter about in the breeze
Looks scattered timidly, unrestrained heartbeats faded away
This young adventurer finally found the fragrance he'd die for.
Putrid seas of despair became Twilight's holdings
Here comes victorious Dawn, hammering her flowered flag into
The possessed boy's skull. This new Freedom he was blessed,
Kept running through his mind as if he has lived thousands of lives.
He craved her all night long, a fellow bottle in hand
Waiting made his night last longer than eternal Oblivion
Howling as a lost soul, until he smells her again,
The shy boy was reeked of youth's insouciance,
On his fresh field
two.send messages in theirtwo.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
little notes that
i love you.
i miss you.
where have you gone.
and i'll take them,
fill them up with
send them back, across
to the other side.
i'll send you a postcard...
wish you were here.
because i'm not coming back.
MalignmentMalignmentMalignment1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're so dramatic,
hot and cold in the
same fractured sentence.
You frustrate me;
like a picture frame
that isn't quite centered right.
Left hanging by a thread
that maybe it'll look okay
from a different angle
or a different light.
But us, no matter what angle,
or day or night,
we were like puzzle pieces
that didn't fit.
And it drove me crazy to see
those two pieces
just sitting away from the game,
that we had a misaligned frame.
We were never on the same level.
You, you were a constant
temptation to insanity
with your ill-chosen words,
protestations of 'I love you'
and whispers beneath the sheets.
The road to your goodwill
stretched out to forever,
and I grew so tired of
trying out configurations;
the countless positions
that never quite seemed
to startle my senses,
although they always
Your tongue was a cliché
But it wasn't the polished edge,
I was most concerned about.
It was t
eggshells in my throatI am cradled,eggshells in my throat1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
rustling ribcage bursting
in feathered fragments
through still air,
and you ask what's wrong
but each breath is a triumph;
words would be a desperate freefall
I cannot fly--
I'm barely crawling.
I am embraced,
entwined in almost-whispers,
struggling, and I flinch away
from compassion; it would be kinder
just to leave.
I am caged,
my cries for help flutter in
wing-beat echoes from
larynx to lip
only to collide,
beaten and bruised,
with the towering walls
flyover state, flyover heartthere's almost nothingflyover state, flyover heart1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
left of august, or me -
just fat, humid yawns that
cling to the asphalt and
vinyl sidings of houses
prettier than any autumn day.
chlorined kids rise from the
tanned wake of public pools,
clothed in school uniforms,
counting the new freckles
they've earned like war badges.
the nights i can lay in my
underwear beneath spider web
blankets while my wheezy fan
oscillates and whispers dusty
stories are numbered.
but i'll hold the moon
as it crests over summer's
dying vigil, my arms high
around it's wondrous girth.
i'll ride the heat into the
ashes of three months spent
dreaming in fevered euphoria.
i'll lead the impassioned
thousands down margins tucked
into a waning, wailing cry.
and i won't rest, even after
august is buried between blue
lined composition pages in a
coffin of lead - a memory with no
scent becoming one without a heartbeat.
I Remember the Day When Earth FellOften the young children will come to me and ask, "Do you remember the day when Earth fell?"I Remember the Day When Earth Fell10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will look to them and say, "Yes, for my memory still serves me well."
I remember the screaming people, the panicking outcries of a billion voices clamoring against the vastness of extinction.
I remember the airships that took us to the sky and beyond, breaking free from our doomed world and into the infinite blackness of space.
I remember staring out my window, screaming in fear at the blazing gunfire streaming from the monstrous airships in hot pursuit.
I remember my father holding me close as he always did, whispering, "Have no fear, child, for we will live to see another year."
I remember witnessing the bombs being dropped, sealing our exile with blinding white light.
So when they come to me, those young ones with hungry minds, and ask me, "Do you remember the day when Earth fell?"
As always I will look to them and kindly say, "Yes, for my memory still serves me well."
seastormI,seastorm1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the sea(m)s
of tidal vacancy;
I am the ocean, and
the moon has
cling to reason,
I stumbled on
abrupt. bedridden yet
ever chas(m)ing, I
fell to salt-soaked
ground from a
words were all it took
but all you do is take.
I am waking
and I am shaken
tsunami waves that break
in empty frantic fury;
the briefest repose
or instant of stillness,
I yearn; instead
I am abandoned by language,
I am bound to languish beneath
tempests that swell,
even the most desperate of breaks
for the shore.
here, stilli must confess,here, still1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have walked the highway's edge
flirting with the sidewalk, and
wondering whether to take
the one step towards the
rushing waves of traffic
i have balanced upon precipice
after precipice gazing downward,
the finality of flight a strange
and dangerous daydream
that pulls me in
and i have stood at water's ending
the sea a susurrous caress, and
yearned to move forward once,
again, again, until the ocean
can carry me home
so many storms i have weathered
so many burdens i have shouldered
and yet sometimes i forget the
most important thing of all;
i have made it this far,
i am here
i am worthy
i will go on.
periphrasiswhen he asked me how i wanted him to build the house,periphrasis9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i answered him truthfully.
i said i wanted the pillars to be made
of pages from every book ever written,
curled in on themselves until
they could hold a roman arch.
pour words, strong and weak, into
the earth instead of cement-
let it be flexible to adapt
build the walls from the ground up
through prose supporting the bricks
layered by memories forged
along the path we took
to arrive at eden.
tilt poems into pyramids above
our heads, ceilings just high enough
to be within earshot of every
laugh we'll ever make.
empty emotions into a template
of a window and slide it into
place without a way to get it
after i was done, we stood on that
vacant lot, ambiguous thoughts
flitting across his face and down
into my fingertips.
he told me i was crazy.
he told me i was beautiful.
he told me he would build it.
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstormcenotaph of storms1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
MomentsRemember that time we sat on the bench together, waiting for the bus? You were quiet, like you always were, and I thought nothing of it. But then you turned to me, an unreadable look in your eyes, and you asked me what I liked most about life. I just stared at you, unsure how to answer. You seemed to take my silence as something bad.Moments1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Never mind,” You mumbled. “It was a stupid question.”
“No, no.” I hurried to assure you. “I was just thinking. What I like best about life would probably be all the little moments that happen that end up meaning so much and all the people you meet along the way.” I shrugged and you hummed, turning back to face forward.
You didn’t come to the bus stop the next day.
Remember that hot summer day, the one when it was too hot to even think? I was complaining about how much I was sweating, and you were, as usual, responding with noncommittal noises. The bus was running late that day, and I was cursing every
I bet she smells of laurel and pineI've made a career ofI bet she smells of laurel and pine1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
standing on the back porch -
calling your name into
the wide-open ears of
You step from the house
to beckon me inside
but I swear a piece of you
is missing; escaped
into wilder arms years ago.
WingsWhat is there to fathomWings1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In this entirety of being?
From distant heights
Watching city lights
As I sit here in the cold, clear as diamonds
Solemn to my own detachment from my surroundings
And those that exist, so far beyond...
How is it that I am born to this?
The wreckage of living that hardly reflects the tragedy that breathes through each heart beat
And every catch of breath seeps as my mind wreaths each thought in motion
And when I am broken, I mistake each piece for another
And my sight sees everything so suddenly like a kaleidoscope...
This is what it is
To be centered and lost simultaneously
What little light is brought forth seeps through my skin
And envelopes every thought of love
And every pain
That has yet to be faced for what it is
In the end we bare our souls like wings... and we are constantly striving
For it to be enough.
desolatei want to write something bitter,desolate1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
sour and acidic, like the first
shudder after a taste of lemon;
i want to write of how you
kill me with every breath,
every kiss, every sporadic, treasured touch
i want to spill words onto the page
like ink out of a broken bottle,
i want to stab and wound with the fragments;
sear, scratch, pierce
but when i bring you to my mind,
i cannot conjure anger,
nor passion; only a cloud of sadness
i am unable to shake.
there are no nightmares lingering here;
only long forgotten dreams.
In TimeI wait:In Time1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
underneath my thoughts,
through its riverbeds.
tears fall into dry banks
memories fill them.
As the tide.How does one covet the ocean,As the tide.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When so many depend on it?
How should one steal away the moon,
When it gives light to the darkest of bits?
What is a tulip to a field of gold,
A fir to a forest of oaks;
When will thine hand reach mine,
So we can caress the starlit shores?
an ache, a gentle tremor
of ghost sinew long
forgotten; a shiver-- you
are the whisper of leaves
and pencil lining of the sky, you
are the secret written in the binding
of the forbidden, the skip
in my breath
O forbidden feeling, whence you came
I know not when you intruded
But surely, it could not be in vain
to love another so wholeheartedly.
And in return, he gathered my love:
Nay, I went willingly -
The unknowing followed by the noticed.
Until the words could not be withheld
And, to be sat
thirstYou tell me to breathe inthirst1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the scent of my tea:
Apple Cinnamon Spice,
it is crisp and infusing
the aroma into my lips.
Honey coasts along my spoon,
apple biting into its
golden flavor. Cinnamon bursts
forth for a brief moment and I am
RavenThe raven would not say my name -Raven11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
only flutter its wing
and settle on the branch.
I watched its cockle eye
study me and the rooftops
that sang of autumn.
Leaves swirled in the wires
as the air blisterd around me
and I could feel myself
falling once again -
somewhere the light
would still remember me.
Books.We check the backsBooks.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of good books
Running a cautious finger
down their spines
expecting goosebumps to bloom
from those paper mausoleums
that hold lives and deaths
in our heads.
We slide them back between
in a particleboard purgatory.
And with less frequency,
we revisit those living things
And write another
Shards Of RealityShards Of RealityShards Of Reality1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are days when words drift by him,
and like leaves floating on a still day,
like migratory birds that aren't supposed
to be in this town 'til september;
there's something wrong about it all,
something he can't quite pin down.
so he puts his pen down,
and rushes out of his room.
because he refuses
to be pinned down to any space.
he'd rather unplug from this outlet
that traps him inside,
and turn on whatever this tip off is,
that escapes him,
as it skims his skin.
he'd rather suffocate
than to put his collector's pin
into the socket.
a breath of fresh air
always did him good,
so he stepped out on bladed grass,
not expecting the lacerations
to hurt so much
and he didn't know if it was the lawn
or his skull that framed his sod;
the tender soil under graminoids
that made him lose
his grip on his terrain.
but he was losing his territory,
the way dew dissipates in the heat.
like crops dying in a famine.