Silver tongueYour words are notSilver tongue2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sterling, they are stabbing,
that slice through
stitches, leaving wounds
ConfusionI cannot keep a steady handConfusion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to write empty words upon a page.
back and forth,
thoughts like fireflies in the dark.
I have no tracks for my rambling thoughts,
so they seep
through the cracks in sidewalks
as I wander through the streets,
looking for a place-
make of home of
So I grab at empty spots on pages,
praying that somehow writing down the confusion
will burn it away
and leave me blessedly empty.
The skeleton in my closetI hid the skeleton of the herald of the Almighty in my closetThe skeleton in my closet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stacked the washed-out bones on the white oak shelves
and stuffed his message in empty pickle jars
The holy feathers I kept though
Someday I will weave them in a new crown
I hope the Lord won't be mad I didn't choose thorns
but I want a headdress that has never been worn
PaintingI have bought paints in red and blues,Painting2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in sunset orange and forest greens:
brushes in a thousand sizes,
thick, thin, and flat as stones.
So watch now as I trace the paint,
up and down my pale arms,
covering up the cracks and creases
formed as I wither away.
See as I paint my cold, blue lips red,
fill my dark, empty eyes with blue.
I paste on smiles, skies of blue on what once was grey,
laughter over the racking sobs,
put the dot of white paint-
the sparkle in my eyes- back,
from when I lost it long lives ago.
Learn to love the painted shell I make:
so beautiful in broken form,
perfect in its imperfection.
And I will leave this case behind,
when no one watches any more.
I shall wander where the willows sway,
I will search,
for the Light.
I'm All That's Left of MeI’m All That’s Left of MeI'm All That's Left of Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She put her lips on the fountain when we were kids.
I've kissed too many people to still be mad about it.
The first time she slept in my bed I had visions
of my grandfather decaying in his coffin.
(The scuttle of tiny legs and a far away buzzing)
I woke up to a thousand pairs of eyes staring at me.
Hers were closed, but her mouth started moving.
“People who dream about the dead often attract flies.
I’ll tell you my nightmares if you tell me yours.”
It was winter and the windows were closed.
There are flowers that bloom once in a life time.
The things I see during the day prepare me for the night.
A family moved into her old house.
They don’t leave beer cans on the front porch.
For some reason that makes me sick.
The only picture I didn't burn is of her
looking past the lens and straight into my eyes.
Everything else about that life is gone.
Sometimes even me.
This is the worst day to tell me I’m blind
Burialif you find thisBurial2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cremate my feelings
put my thoughts in a mausoleum
bury my heart in a wooden coffin
dump my soul into the sea
just leave my body here.
Vitreoushe can taste collagen remorse--Vitreous2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
petroleum bitter & clattering between hyaline teeth
he's a plastic boy & can frame himself into your theorems
speak in stratagems & showmanship
but he's teeming with white matter
& your pity was
PrincessSlayed the knights, loved the dragon.Princess2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
June 18.Fear makes the thrillJune 18.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
run hotter, but falling
into boiling water was
never the intention.
So shed apprehension;
step on that tightrope,
and shut those pretty eyes
(you always do).
Just hope that when
you stumble, someone still
wants to catch you.
re-floweredsomedayre-flowered2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i will plant
seeds in my
with the love
of those a-
The Goldilocks ZoneThe box garden speaks of its newly dead.The Goldilocks Zone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
“Here stands one adherent to the sun,
blackened into straw from a single frost.”
The basil must have lived like a charm
to culminate here, in a pinewood shallow,
fronds fleeing the celestial division
under a delicacy of watersheds and warmth;
the temperance of a trillion conspiracies.
It still tongues the lips of a breeze.
I fondle it in memoriam,
give it back its colour.
Look now! It smolders,
rare as fiery moldavite
exploding in an amulet,
a vein that bares your breast to the cold;
how different you used to be.
absenteei always tried to draw the dark.absentee2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to sketch the shadows that lingered too long in
the corners of my room like
the corners of my mind.
but then again,
i never did like self-portraits
Final WordsReally, must I do everything myself?Final Words2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A. H.To my eyes you are deplorable,A. H.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An offense to senses cerebral,
Stunted phrases unendurable,
A disease I find incurable.
The populace wax lyrical
On your achievements empirical
They do not see as I see
You are a failure categorical
I am the catalyst of your victories
The enabler of your iniquities
My fame lies in obscurity
Ambiguity is my celebrity.
SongSing for me of soft silky rain and harsh morninglightSong2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sing for me of wrongs redressed and Adam’s first waking sight
Sing for me of clouds as cold
As proud the old
Sing loud the untold tale of forgotten waif
And secret sorrows given by adulterers' ill-kept faith
Of rainbow-beams and window-seat dreams weave my spell
Draw it dripping from clear minnow-streams and thrice-robbed gleaming oyster shell
Trace the flighting fairy's way
Let counselor and jester have each his say
And call the wind down from its play
In the tree-tops, in the tree-tops.
Sing for me of children's delight in lollipops
Sing of lovers' meadows, benches, lakes, and walks; of rosy arbors
And any other place hallowed by bliss and ardor
Sing of golden butterfly wings and brassy bell-tower rings
Of pale, penny-bright moon -
Of deepest dungeon unchanged by noon -
Set all to your soul's lonely tune - of these I charge you sing!
Sing me a song of beauty fair and poor
Of widows' cottages upon the moor
And heroes' paths n
The Color of Lost ThingsWhen you looked at meThe Color of Lost Things2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With eyes the color of
I understood two words.
The first one,
The one truth you couldn't say
Because any lie would be
Sweeter on your tongue,
Appeared on a Thursday.
I wasn't okay that day.
I was so heavy.
But you were tired,
So I carried your load, too.
I knew that if I was
Just a little heavier,
I would shatter under the weight.
You would notice me again,
Like you used to.
Or maybe I would just
Into the background.
You gave it to me on Sunday.
You tried to keep it
In your lungs,
Behind ribcage prison bars,
But it slipped out from
Between clenched teeth
Disguised as an apology.
The second one
Crawled inside of me
I don't know when exactly,
Among the glass and bone,
We were no longer separate beings.
I just know that one minute we were
On opposite sides of the room,
And the next,
We stood side by side,
Picking our way through the rubble.
On Monday morning,
I wrote it on the soles of my feet
And along my cr
Lost at SeaTiger swears Noah missed the boat.Lost at Sea2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
VerdigrisThe shadow that I cast,Verdigris2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost — or rather, drowned
In the darker black.
Sunken in a fathomless blot—
From the earthly past.
The stories it might tell
Smothered by waters in this well.
I take my own little moon,
Carrying my breathless wish — secret,
To light the desolate night below.
What lies there though?
A thousand faded moons to interpret,
Singing a thousand earnest tunes.
Reluctant, I still surrender
A wish unclaimed — never.
In the waters — many a dreams
Eros on my lipsMy love is a callalily, primely pureEros on my lips2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in divinity; she is the horizon
all lovers measure in Aphrodite's name.
I reach for her heart.
small talk1. dress appropriatelysmall talk1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
we adorn ourselves with
"velvet" and "silk" (polyester).
try to catch the eyes of onlookers
as we stand, stranded at our
street corner islands,
pulling up our skirts—
unsure if we are
bringing evil in, or
letting it out.
2. make it natural
forget that it isn’t.
put on a show and let those lies
slip from your lips in bated breath
and your lungs heaving in the chest.
3. be prepared
I don’t leave the house
without my pocket knife,
it comes in handy
when you want to be set free
from this sort of lifestyle.
GargantuaGrinding gears and pumping pistonsGargantua2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Steam brings life, the spark within
Heavy thumps of steel-shod feet
An electric pulse, a quickening heartbeat
Hydraulics hiss and flywheels groan
Machinery, we find, takes a life of its own
The birthing of the metal man
The forging of his eyes from sand
Eight gauge arms and two strokes per cylinder
A lighting strike to join each part of the wonder
Rise metal man, stand oh golem
Bind now your thoughts, obey only this totem
Stride forth unto the enemy
Rend limb from stem, turn red the sea
Tower over fields strewn with spent shells and smoke
Release your hellish roar, show the fear you were made to evoke
Behemoth thing, oh Gargantua
Return to your home, you belong to us
Lo! The wire snaps!
Beware! The totem cracks!
Alas! Metal man has turned!
Flee! Lest ye all burn!
Hellish beast Gargantua, aimless monster wandering
Trod the earth and wade the seas
Rust and blood, Gargantua, this is your being
Life your fuel, your herald's call little but screams
I am.I am,I am.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I am anything at all,
That got lost on her way home.
letting out the atmospheresave your beating heart for something big,letting out the atmosphere2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or snap your fingers backward in your mind
while mine is break-break-breaking
("she is out of my league
is out of my league
and I don't know if I can handle it")
and I am holding my head above the ocean,
but sometimes I am sinking and I can't
keep myself from breathing in the water,
from letting all the atmosphere leave
my labored lungs
because the waxing moon is plastered on the pale blue sky,
and when the sun is setting we are asking for the night to trust us
and I have never been so good at trusting, no
I have never been so good at letting anything in
but water and
I am drowning