red as the setting sun
and all men's shade
when she walks by
the dull stains
of the masses pined
like the fire's died
hips in motion
from tense to open
she's slicing a throat
when she lingers
and the hopeless
while she picks
from the fray
Paradoxes in her bonesand she always dismisses herselfParadoxes in her bones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and leaves her pupils dilated
lighthouses and forget-me-nots tangled in her chest
but her thoughts shiver more than her dreams.
he calls her beautiful
as she longs to stick his eyes out with stones
and grasp his aching heart between her hands
but they both know he's already broken.
how can they stop when they've never started
she wishes she could send them reeling
with stalwart syllables and poignant sighs
even though she's never made a sound.
the storms outside are bitter
no sweet rain after dusk to wet her lips
the winds inside her are quiet, and seething
with all the words she's never said
and all the promises she's ever broken.
.when her love left, it left.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the house empty
and she says
i hope one day it'll
come back to me,
cos i don't keep this shotgun
on my front porch for nothin'
i don't think im alive enough to die yet.we used to play russian roulette on dingy street corners,i don't think im alive enough to die yet.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cigarettes hanging from soot-blackened lips
and morphine running rampant through our drugged up systems.
i remember how i was always shot.
you ran away when i didn't die
and left me to bleed out
onto the cold concrete.
but you don't understand-
dolls and wallflowers are empty inside,
and hearts constructed hastily with broken matchsticks
don't beat true. it's just dull thumping
in a hollow chest cavity.
(and even the best dentists can't fill this one up.)
Cipherher marrow's ethylbenzene--Cipher2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she's no crystalline girl,
she's only semitransparent
& intrepidly acidic
she speaks in caustics,
rattled off from fissured jaws like
gold smoke & gray water
sweetheart, she's no revolutionary,
(but she's always been a catalyst).
Entropyi spin apart, a galaxyEntropy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
ever expanding while
trace icy paths down
my spine -- the ghost
of your fingertips
against my skin
even after your memory
MurdererIt’s so easy to take a life at any given time.Murderer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I’m in a good mood…
…so I’ll settle for that spider.
Kill it before it lays eggs.
It’s so easy. Too easy.
Shut the blinds;
Close the door.
You don’t want anyone to see this.
Bring her to her knees. Watch her scream.
What a beautiful scene.
Life is a cruel joke,
Is there a point to all this?
There has to be, right?
He grew up to be the tallest tree
Just to be burned down.
That’s too bad.
No one will remember him anyway.
Friend says she feels alive when she’s dying.
How do I reply?
Whatever, I’ll say something.
Murder these feelings.
They don’t exist if we hide them.
We’re all killers.
Shall we talk about it instead?
maria:she is splayedmaria:2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath the moon, a
[star]fish out of
swallows the sounds of
keyed piano concertos
& suddenly, she
realizes - this
is how it must feel to
be [at peace
we were found beneath the seai've been meaning to tell youwe were found beneath the sea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(i swear i have)
i'm hopelessly addicted to throwing
messages in bottles
and losing them
the milky way.
i had once thrown them across the mid-
-length of seas
but then you would
and leave them,
much like the nights you found
rhythm in my
i found your messages
(i swear i have)
i'm tired of shooting seagulls
and watch them fly
the milky way.
i had once chased them shouting mid-
-length of the sea
but then you would
write a letter,
throw it to me,
and windowsill sit,
much like the night you found
poetry on my
and then i found verses
(i swear i didn't mean to)
i thought you stopped
yelling metaphors to keep me
i just thought you'd
stop painting your dreams
on my salty
i wrote fabricated honesty
(i swear i didn't mean to)
i wanted to whisp
deconstructing in your sighsideconstructing in your sighs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it’s not like they said it would be easy.
when you look at me
open-mouthed and dewey-eyed,
negligent; and your laughter
slurs together like runoff sewage,
and your voice is drowning in
a certain kind of sadness, the one
reserved for the faults
we never asked for; and you sigh,
heavy, like I am back sitting in
your throat between your adam’s apple
and the truths you dare not speak;
you pity me.
it’s that very same weakness which
delivered me naked and trembling
into the skin of a person
I never was; pity
does not require action, disappointment
does not take away from the burning human need
to overcome oneself. I’m sick of living
tomorrow regretting the person I am today;
I drained her all out in a fit of desperation,
and filled myself through with vodka giggles
and scribbled lines and you, darling, you,
who fears nothing but the skeleton girl
sleeping quietly in your closet.
the nevergirlyou didn't believe in growingthe nevergirl1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
up or growing old with someone
because you always confessed it
would be so much more magical
to stay young with them forever
you had the map of neverland
branded in your bones and
sometimes i swear i could hear
those little lost boys howling
and running through your spine
i cried the day you realized
peter wasn't coming and that
you would never learn how to
fly but let's face it, staying
young was never apart of the plan
but you found a way to not
grow up and i wish you hadn't
because now you are a shadow,
never growing and leaving every
night just because something else
wasn't bright enough for you
Gunshots from Tulips [Inhale.Gunshots from Tulips1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only fools think of how the air was born.
I scatter the sand to the lips of the ocean.
The seashells and the corals could use the extra
seeing as how I use mine on duplicate facsimiles,
sitting on cloud clichés
Cemeterialoh, i am the princeCemeterial1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of executions & theatrics,
a martyr breathing
selenic steam &
barking at necropolis
Cicadas in the HibiscusThe WastelandCicadas in the Hibiscus2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Planet Earth is dead.
The Biospheres are pristine,
He breaks ships for cash
but has never flown above
the smog and rusting.
They revolve like moons
with a hundred white faces.
Billions look up.
The Garden of Eden
"Let's feed the Earthlings,"
cries a human. She wonders
Extinct flowers bloom.
The day cycle ends and she
watches the dome split.
were renamed by the Founders.
She finds Orion.
The Dark Star
He collects spare parts,
amasses a ship in months,
then learns to pilot.
"There's no need for a
license to kill, kill, kill, kill,
She sees him coming,
but says nothing. The glass
erupts to soundless.
They watch from the ground
and color televisions.
Some cheer. Some sicken.
"And measures have been
taken to ensure no more
Spheres will be damaged."
The borders tighten.
Someone starves in Coal City.
Planet Earth is dead.
onco genes couldn't kill youyour frameworkonco genes couldn't kill you2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and well-rested bones
of their own comforts
have caught my fancy
you need to know
you're deliciously vulnerable
it is you
who has the power
my dear, i will
phoenix girlThere is a mother inside of me,phoenix girl1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
calling the ink and the summers
to blanket the cardinals nesting
within the embers of her smile.
Never have I thought myself maternal
(I care for my wailing spine
with the distaste of smoker lungs
atop a writhing beauty’s lips)
but perhaps our birdsong is related
because she sings the same, sweet tune as I
but from the comfort of a frostbite
far deeper than my own.
There is a mother inside of me,
and I do not question why or how…
but I’ll nest in her regardless,
beneath the embers of her smile.
Who knows… perhaps she is a phoenix.
EmptyIf I were a road, You’d be a travelerEmpty1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a broken transmission, slashed tires
And a light that reads empty.
If I were a wreck, You’d be a passenger
With a broken windshield, bruised neck
And a face that reads empty.
If I were death, You’d be a victim
With embalming fluid, fresh makeup
And a body that reads empty.
post disentanglement of selfas one listenspost disentanglement of self1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of cosmic hiss
listen to this: [but]
do not sit and listen
nor feel your clothing
nor peer beyond thoughts
as one by one
one ceases to sense
one finds one's mind
behind closed eyelids
where everything bides
awaiting one's call
great and small
ideas will sidle
the barren and needful
like timid vixen
wish one to approach
as one may
on softest of feet
of a sudden
there it is
so well worth the wait
[yet not total silence]
llp - dA - mar2014
DLD - mar30/2014
royalty doesn't rotwasteland wayfarer,royalty doesn't rot1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
unravel your utopias;
unwind your salt-licked
surface wounds like
you are brittle bones &
i am jejune -
"you're nothing but a burnout,
you backwater boy."
sharpening membranesi want to feedsharpening membranes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the shared consciousness of
a collective moment
sip the sweet
miasma of symbiosis
beneath a vast
and churning blanket
of cellular surrender
i want to breed
until the abyssal tide consumes us
pebbles soaked and smoothed until
we're free of superstition
in and out
between anamalous dimensions
Touching the TeaI spilled the tea leaves.Touching the Tea3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The curls tumbled onto the bamboo tray.
I swept them up with my hands
I swept up the sunshine pushing down,
the drops of water pooling in the veins,
the deep grip of roots in black dirt.
I touched the darker, worn hands
that had moved with long used rhythm
to pull them from the plant.
I swept up the time and distance,
and held it in my hand.
Dishwasherafternoon light flickersDishwasher2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
through the curtains
like a moth
her fingers brush
the lined edge
of a plate
as the sink fills
the sound of paper, displaced
shifts behind her
the careful steps
the cat takes
across the table
outside the roses
trace their shadows
across the lawn
this is the way that i will extract my revengei am nothing but phantom painsthis is the way that i will extract my revenge1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
reborn into old bones;
oh, sugar skeleton, tell me -
what's it like to be a ghost?
Puzzle PiecesWe fitPuzzle Pieces1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a puzzle
from missing pieces.
on drowning, swimming, and the difference thereintwo girls are swimming in two lanes, separate with a timer overheadon drowning, swimming, and the difference therein1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
counting up their seconds. it’s a race to first, to the end of the lane,
to the medals and the glory and the place where water turns into land
and the dry hugs that wait there. it’s a race and
there’s a winner in the pool right now and it’s
either the girl with the red swim cap
or the one whose goggles fall off as soon as
she hits the water.
they are both in high school and they both do not know the other’s name.
the girl with the loose goggles is the crowd’s f