DreamingThese fantasies are warping our mindsDreaming4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When we close our eyes whole new worlds appear
Leering us into dark halls
Nightmares to say the least
Have haunted our sleepy heads
Since we learned how to sleep
Foolish romances you know will never come true
Lusting and loving someone who will never love you
Crazy things that don't seem to make sense
Why explain a dream if you don't know what it meant?
Why make reality into a dream?
You would never know whats happening or if things are really as they seem
Don't be selfish and wish for unrealistic things
Dreams will never show you what happiness means
They are nice at night when you can play pretend
But they will never show you faith like a friend
It might let you imagine your very first kiss
But They can't make you feel the warmth of someones lips
You can wonder how love comes be
Just like I have found someone special to me
So keep on dreaming
But don't let it take over your life
Get out into reality
And let true life show its beauty
Dancing with DeathI dancedDancing with Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the middle of
I know, I know!
It was dangerous-
like playing with death
and his many friends.
She wrote of love on bathroom stallsThere’s something raw and organicShe wrote of love on bathroom stalls1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
About the way the human body
Arches and flexes and quivers
In the quiet darkness
Where pants and gasps
Fill the air with a charged pulse
The way the arms curve around the neck
And the flesh pulls against the skin
Taut, bend, flex
There is something honest
About the way
The body does not lie
The toes curl and the hips sway
When the silence is met like a lover
It’s just so fucking real, you know?
The shapes, the curves
Convex, concave then convex
The smearing of the lips
And resistance of the flesh
Whether they be between bed sheets or parked cars
The body lies writhing
The pulse, the sweat and curve of the waist
These are not the musings of the body
But the manifestations of the soul
Your true selfInside your mindYour true self4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you look down deep
You will see your true self
How you really think
It could be
You could end up doing things
You never knew...
Or it could be
You could be so proper and neat
Whatever it is
You will find out
That you may never see
The true person you can be.
The split second moment when everything collapsesCarve our names into the woodworkThe split second moment when everything collapses2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of your spine so maybe we can force something
Beautiful out of the mud and arteries and synapses
because drowning my sorrows in the last dregs
of cheap coffee leaves the taste of a corpse
between my teeth and cheek
I’ve seen lakes with the bones of drowned poets
In the spaces between your hang dog one liners
And maybe it’s okay to crush clichés between our fingers
And smear them like blood across our cheeks
And run wild like frenzied deer eyed children
The devils headlights
You were full of loose change and receipts
Constantly shifting between the spectrums
Of visible to ultraviolet, you were blinding in the way
That the morning light burns your eyes red until it clears
And you see stars and love when really
It’s sleep deprivation and the balmy film of unconsciousness lingering
In the back of your throat
There was this fleeting apparition about the way
You’d tilt your neck just enough
To make your hair fall in your eye
I fell from the sky when I tried to kill god.I gathered wild grief stricken boysI fell from the sky when I tried to kill god.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And stored them in glass jars
Their moon shine eyes hooded,
Under the train tracks red light glow
Much like the local strip of neon slit sidewalks.
I realized I was not so much the Doreen in my queer little life
So much as I was Esther.
When I’d take slugs of cheap wine whilst reading the classics
And writing obscure essays and analysing dead poets
Licking the burgundy liquid from my wrists
And mopping up the spilled ink
With my frayed sleeves.
The autumn air smells of rot and I can’t help but reminisce
About bonfires in old abandoned warehouses
Where we’d run across open fields that split the sky
Open and twisted it into
Something like a looking glass
Except there’s no fire in your eyes.
Just watered down sonnets about girls who work at diners
For minimum wage, who get into cheap bars,
And drink martinis with rich business men.
Maybe we were born to be the lost generation
Or maybe silver linings
Are just the silver refract
The older we get the better we used to beAll we ate that day were 3The older we get the better we used to be2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To stifle the anxious shaking
Of our palms or
At least produce excuses for
The anxiety rustling beneath
Our scarred veins
When did the diamonds
Leave your bones
And for how long have
You been expiring without them
When did the construction
Of your false reality
Finally fall through
The fragile infrastructure
Of your factitious commentary
Lack the physical manifestation
Of your laboured breathing
Perhaps it's best if we ache
For magic and other childish things
Because the world hurts our eyes
And I don't want to see anymore
The skies are pressing against
Our glass houses and
The sun is bleeding over the rim
Of the bathtub
It's slow dripping
Pelting out a funeral song
Foreign bodies hold the most amazing secretsHer muse is like those nights briefly spent in barsForeign bodies hold the most amazing secrets2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Resting between the slopes of her shoulders
Cradled by the familiarity of those childhood memories spent
Gorging on gummy bears, always the red ones
On frosty autumn mornings when the air was a tangible crunch
Of bonfires and classical books piled high like castles
She is the embodiment of anecdotes clad in weather worn
Mementos of half rhymes curled between her jaws
Systematic moon sweeps crawl upon her bones
The way oceans rest between the gaps of her ribs
Colliding and collapsing her sinews like an easel
Her anamorphing spine breaking against the confines
Of her chrysalis membrane
Perforated synapses cracked open
To spill onto the recesses of her spider web fingertips
She reaches for the roots of the earth to listen to the
Trees whisper their weary tales to the earths fractured
Heartbeat of molten distress and pesticide
She lingers in the doorways
Aching to touch the mirrored edges
Of wanderlusting curses splayed out acros
I will remember for youDo you remember;I will remember for you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was September and I was seventeen.
I was gnarled into the corner of a bus
Mithering away at my gloomy mood;
Trying to shake the oppressive landscape in my mind.
It was unexpected.
It was unexpected to see you there.
You were folded primly onto a bus shelters seat
With her hand enveloped in yours
You both lifted your other hands, synchronised,
And waved to me with your familiar smiles.
I was surprised.
I was surprised to see you there.
Your grey hat tipped so rain slipped off
And her glasses whitening with the steam of her laugh
I just looked at you, gluttonous,
I absorbed every detail of that moment.
It was unexpected.
It was unexpected to see you there.
But there you were nonetheless,
Eighty years old, clasping hands awaiting a bus
My eyes leaked they were overfull of the sight
Of two people, quietly, silently in love.
I was surprised.
I was surprised to see you there