Everything HumanI am everything...Everything Human2 months 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.
Found.I find poetryFound.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
under my nails
behind my ears,
down the drain
after a long,
where you don't come to
until the water's long since gone
Sleep SweeperSleep SweeperSleep Sweeper3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
poets love writing about elegiac features.
this is idyllic when auroras
bring out cheekbones.
and we love to proclaim verse
in bird cage ribs of the depressed,
of the capricious and muted,
but we cannot see these things
when the moon is eclipsed.
and no one ever writes
about the poetry in a woman,
but how the woman is poetic.
how she speaks iambs,
moves in rhythm,
looks in stanzas,
stands in meters,
reacts in spaces,
breathes in line breaks.
and it is the man’s cold hands,
planting clawed tendrils
against the soil of a woman,
wings spread and close
like a cloak diluting (f)light.
growing in her skin
starting in the middle of her chest.
petals rising from
under her breast
in the devil’s snare.
but no one writes about the
wishful, wistful, wisp full whispers
that tickle eardrums
playing sleep sweepers.
the tail that is the whisk broom
holding magic and wizardry
as love encompasses me in a spell.
UndefeatedI am neither brandedUndefeated1 month 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.
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 Fell2 weeks 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."
Croon.And you will have my arms around youCroon.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
long after the first frost
silences the crickets
that played us to sleep
through our first summer,
and their children
and the children of theirs
will play those same songs
as creases form and deepen
beside our eyes.
And I know this because
of our childish jokes
and because of the words
we are writing.
there’s something about
these kisses hitting their marks
from thousands of miles away
eliciting rouge beneath pale;
I see on your face
the dumbfounded grin
I feel spreading across my own,
our bodies built
scattered by the hand of fate
between two states.
But it is love
who is determined
to complete our picture
and it is love
who shall have her way.
AutumnTilting past the equinoxAutumn3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slipping on the angled light
My place in time is losing tread
And falling into winter’s bite.
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.Moments6 months 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
Give Me LifeBreathe life into meGive Me Life1 month ago in Emotional More Like This
Because I'm dead inside
Fooled by the outside
She smells like flowersThe young boy just wanted to hold her tightShe smells like flowers8 months 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
stardust skinnedi sit in my wheelchair, slumping so my spine curlsstardust skinned3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in on itself, forming the question mark that dictates
my life. the news is flashing on the television so rapidly
i cannot gather the energy to focus on it. silence
permeates the house, rejecting any noise that dares
disturb it -- even a cannon blast would tremble
before the oppressing quiet. my mind wanders,
standing from the chair that confines my body and
walking right out the front entrance. it tumbles
into the metropolis i yearn for, navigating its way
through the throngs of human beings who, like me,
wish to return to the sky.
Desire for Poetic LineageI wish I could write poetryDesire for Poetic Lineage3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That summered in Long Island
Within horseshoe distance of Rockefellers, Vanderbilts and Astors.
I wish my pages were tinted with wood smoke
Trailing back from the 20th Century Limited racing to Boston.
I wish its shoes were muddied
From wintering in the Berkshires with Hawthorne.
I wish it bore the paint splatters of
A night spent in Saint-Remy-de-Provence.
I wish it knew the hungered, soulless eyes
Of kids in Carolina cotton gins and Pennsylvania coal breakers.
I wish it had helped fix the propeller shafts at Kill Devil Hills.
I wish my binding was kindled with Spurgeon's fire, then kept alight
With Screwtape's missives to his apprentice.
I wish my words had dared the trials of Stanley and Livingstone.
I wish my poem aspired to treasonous courage in defiance of the Crown
To pursue Life, Liberty and Happiness.
MalignmentMalignmentMalignment6 months 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
In TimeI wait:In Time5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
underneath my thoughts,
through its riverbeds.
tears fall into dry banks
memories fill them.
thursday [wood].木曜日thursday [wood].4 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
light drapes itself onto
the smell of wood-fire
disturbing pantomime –
eggshells in my throatI am cradled,eggshells in my throat5 months 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
two.send messages in theirtwo.4 months 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.
Long-Distance Longing.I kissed every letterLong-Distance Longing.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ever sent,
Trusting that you'd touch
Your lips to them, too;
That we were making love
For the cost of postage.
ColorsBlackness bleeds rainbowsColors3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every color under the sun,
and some from the shadows,
that dreams come from..
And even though they can't be pegged,
Every achromatic stain that life makes..
Unnamed, remains as real,
as every emotion we can't place,
Wouldn't you say?
Blackness bleeds rainbows
Little miracles we claim..
desolatei want to write something bitter,desolate7 months 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.
Number the DaysContemplate calendar boxes,Number the Days3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
perfectly square as if
time is moving and this is how
she packs every memory into
stuffed into corners
Or maybe this is just how
temporal as the clocks
carefully ration our mortality
sans clear expiration dates.
here, stilli must confess,here, still7 months 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.