every night my hair is falling outI have heard that in 7 yearsevery night my hair is falling out2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
every cell in your body
& isn't it beautiful that it will be
a body you have never touched
but I know that when your brain cells
fall like ashes through your skull
they stay dead
& I can never scrap the memories out of their corpses
Candles for Fireplaces Make me a wish.Candles for Fireplaces2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Suspend me in the lines of score sheets,
in the jetsam and flotsam of the shadows of songs
that never got the chance
to be sung.
Bereave the flames from Persephone's care,
One of those NightsThe morning sunOne of those Nights2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
beams through the front windshield
like an intruder:
brash and unwelcome, forcing you to wake.
Whiskey eyed, smelling like an ashtray,
parked at the back end
of some ghetto ass neighborhood
wondering what the hell you did the night before.
It's like trying to remember words
you haven’t written yet.
One thing is for certain:
a little bit of rope goes a long way,
but a lot of rope
will hang you.
Let me be your poem.Let me melt the cold pain from your skin, transform into the sun and heat your hurt––so it evaporates into white clouds of hope that inspires the trees to sway.Let me be your poem.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Let me touch you like the first story I've ever read in brail, after deciding to go deaf before letting another sound replace your voice.
Let me shatter every tiny ounce of doubt from your being, using the weight of my love for you–– to demolish it's once relevant place in your thoughts.
Let me carve holes in to the night sky, so you can see how my universe revolves solely around you, making the moon shine bright with jealousy.
Let me fly you to the nearest nebula, so we can finally be as high as this love makes me feel.
Let me drive you crazy like a mirage in a desolate desert, making you crave it so much you imagine it in front of you, dying for a taste.
Let me be the sun to warm you and you can be the rain to cool us down, and we can make the sky blush a million different colours.
Let me be the baseli
The Ritual of CrossingI.The Ritual of Crossing11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ritual of passing through
your heart and into the void
is stuck in the sudden emptiness,
and the scattering of an estranged wind
that whistles so loudly into my ears.
I'm on my own, frozen
inside the longing for
the old breeze that holds
your scent, laughter and
the little taps you left along my neck.
The ritual of passing through
my skeleton and back into your heart
is probably a kite of bright blue
that's born out of the scorching pain in my ribs.
It'd bend its wings a little and soar
right into the hand you use to protect
your eyes from a sun that
doesn't shine as bright for me.
I left you the light, instead
I sipped water out of your hands
and decided to live, even a little.
I still have tears waiting for me,
echoing in the distance, chanting
the tones of a broken heart
You never said my blood would burn
the minute I find rest in another's arms.
You never told me I'd suffer
three hundred and sixty five days
of blazing flames.
I always thought th
Sparrow VoicesNature's mean girls:Sparrow Voices2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
sparrows preen on white picket fences,
Haunt me my misery, my loveI feel like crying myself to sleep,Haunt me my misery, my love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and hope I'd wake up
to a new world where you don't exist.
Where streets don't have a past
songs have no special meaning
and people no longer ask about us.
Or maybe I'd bang my head against a wall,
to slip into a blissful amnesia
and no longer recall your voice.
I wish for a seasonless Earth
without the burning heat of July
nor the rainy days of December.
Just an eternal night, with endless snow
where the fog on the cold windows
is not tainted with the letters of your name.
I wish to take my love back,
pour it into glasses of wine
and drink to the melodies of madness
we joyfully chanted to hollow wind.
I pray and plead for a dreamless snooze,
away from the fires your lips hold
and the sighs of my old bed
when it feels the lack of your warmth.
Maybe I'll pull the covers over myself and curl,
try to convince myself I don't feel pain
and hope to forget you, run away,
and slowly cry myself to sleep
into a land no longer haunted with our
Paper-Thin Promisesthe first time I caught sight of yourPaper-Thin Promises2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
glistening, marble eyes,
I decided you disgust me.
I hate you the way I hate perfection:
merciless, like the snap of mantis jaws.
every fact of you is pretentious,
held high like you raise a middle finger.
You, the artist, always sculpting things,
tried to squeeze my malleable heart like white clay
and stash it in your pocket to rattle with stones.
paint me an unflinching self portrait, my dear:
this skyscraper of a boy shaking with anticipation
to build and destroy, build and destroy.
you sink in tooth and talon at first mention of beauty,
love-biting Aphrodite as though you were equals.
you're a statue, a prison,
a tasteless reproduction of a child's Heaven
but you are no museum.
you may hang yourself in gilded frames,
forcing masses to silence with obscurity,
but that does not make you a hallowed hall.
no, I fear you're no Metropolitan.
you look at me, daring to think you understand.
your words trickle from my lips like a waterfall
as you tell m
Tea BrownIt was all about finding those edges where the shore metTea Brown2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
took a trip at first, a little dip to test the water, tea-brown and murky
but swimming was easy and keeping one hand on land
was like trying to climb a mountain of sand
and the tide, a rip, took us out to sea
It was all about keeping your head above the water
because you'd never see the monsters underneath in that lightless place
but they could only get you when you got tired or
when it got too hard to escape that place
deep-space diving got dangerous
It was all about coming up for air to fill your lungs
and trying to keep the hair out of your eyes even though you couldn't see
it felt safer, like running at night, faster and silent
but the only way was down and deep
with all the added weight
It was about remembering what floating was like back when you could always
put your feet down and walk out when you were done swimming
or when the water got too cold or when you just needed
to get someplace dry but now every direction is
Alivefarthest from my mindAlive2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is the thought of turning back
and drowning in a sea of thoughts,
struggling for air -
i do not want my mind possessed,
with whispers of ‘never, never’
rustling within me like a taffeta skirt
across the floor –
i want to be alive,
not simply breathing –
a survivor, not a victim.
Lingering LoveShe told her best friend about him,Lingering Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
said he's passionate and sweet,
she spoke about the happy glint in his eyes
each time he looked at her,
and his kissable red lips.
He promised never to hurt her,
to always stay true.
He fell head over heels in love
she sensed it in the way he speaks her name
The tenderness in his whispers
and the warmth of his embrace.
He was there every morning,
and a text came through each night.
He found a new home in her dreams,
and fended the ugly nightmares.
She felt his care deep inside her,
warm her to her very core.
It's been so long she almost forgot
just how sweet passion can be.
Though she had to admit,
in the silence of her days
she prayed for their story to stop
at this beautiful moment of confusion they live in,
before the phase of love and pain.
She wished for it to linger till sunrise
and maybe, just maybe,
she'd forget about him
and he'd leave in peace.
Everything is different with loveHey love?Everything is different with love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What would have happened
if we never met?
What would have changed?
I'd still have the same name,
and still look the same.
With you, I stayed up more
laughed and cried a lot
somehow I felt alive,
now that someone cared.
I learned what longing feels like
the true meaning behind Goodnight,
or Wake up you lazy bum,
you taught me what I love you means,
and I also learned the taste of fear
of one day reading this
and feeling the pain.
I'll use every moment we share,
stock up on laughs and care.
I'll be greedy and have you sweet-talk me
a million times a day.
I'll hug and cuddle you,
and pray for your own safety.
Before you I was somebody,
and when you came along,
I became human.
And even still...Wishes upon a star,And even still...2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like the brilliance of the sun,
Fleeting like stardust
Blink – it’s gone.
And even still…
The sparkle that is left behind
Never fades easily
From the trenches of the mind.
Like butterfly’s wings
Are fragile, be gentle
Or breakage it brings.
And even still…
The powder left behind,
On your fingertips it does dance,
As it goes unrefined.
Mirrors on the wall,
Like shimmering water,
It can distort the image,
And the ego it does slaughter.
And even still…
The cracks it leaves behind,
Do leave room to be filled
With the kindness of mankind.
An Abundance of Similes and A Lack of MetaphorsThe lines of my frameAn Abundance of Similes and A Lack of Metaphors2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
play tag with the phrases
lacking their subject
and their predicate.
I always buy more books
than I can read.
A test tube
of orange light
and a handful of octothorpes
make me tiptoe on the tips
of charcoal pencils.
All the names I've heard,
and they missed out on madness.
I scrub the squares
from chess boards with
to make the equal signs
I forgot stupor plus frivolity
was the formula I got stuck in.
If you look inside
the burnt crusts of my ribs,
you'd find a juxtaposition of forks
The tooth fairy
left them there
in the nooks of my nails-
Please, understand.Ever since you told me how you feltPlease, understand.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pain and misery that you’ve held
Everything that you’re going through
I’ve done nothing else but to help
But every time I listen to you
I can’t help but to feel the same
My morals detain me for leaving you
But I wouldn’t be the only one to blame
Coming BackYou're destined to come back,Coming Back2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in one of those rainy nights
when the bells ring,
and people rejoice
you'll be there
and cry your pain over my soul.
You seek a lap to hide
from the truth in everybody's eyes
and warm up in my embrace
but my heart is colder than snow
and I poured poison in your glass
My heart promised me,
you'll come back
and sing our song,
call me love, and
promise yourself to me.
Repeat your words of longing
for my laughter, my smile
and I only fear my soul will give
before your lullaby.
I'm still waiting, you know,
for that rainy night when
you knock on my door,
and i will ask you
why you ran away?
who you left me for?
Go back, follow your greed
to your toys of diamond and gold.
This heart is long gone,
along with its shattered soul,
but be careful don't drink that wine
I still poured poison in your glass.
His Better HalfBride/GroomHis Better Half2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A whiff of MadnessYou're not mine,A whiff of Madness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you're the madness standing
at the door where love once tread.
But now it's the crossroad
for stories that end in boredom,
carried out by different heroes.
But ours is never changing,
always the same through each go.
I walk through the same gates
and march to my death on my own.
I was just a dream in your fairy tale,
brought to you by a morning breeze
that awakened a starvation for your embrace,
and the scent of your perfume
hiding in the scarf I stole from you.
You are the shining star,
the prince of a realm within rain
the whispers in the vineyard,
and the music I danced to every night.
but why are you here right now?
Could it be that you're back?
The actual you, the lover I lost,
not the parade of masks you adore.
I forgot the pain, the tears,
and ran out of mother's warning voice,
right to the other end of the world.
I hoped the stars would guide me to you
Your glimpse was a curse,
that caused constellations to burn,
for those who want to be in loveyou want to fall in lovefor those who want to be in love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hard enough to break your bones and
lighten your feet
lighten your heart
so softly that the butterflies you feel
pattering with their gossamer wings
beneath the cage of your ribs
and the breath,
blue in the summer,
can kiss you and the monarchs
as sweetly as your love
and her lips.
you dream of them at night.
silken like clean bedsheets,
familiar as your favourite chair
when you curl up with
a mug of herbal tea.
you feel at home
with her body curled in yours,
only able to sleep
with her skin under your fingers
scenting the blankets
with something no perfume
could ever mirror.
you write love letters
you dream emptily
unless she is there.
you want to fall in love
the way the gods drink ambrosia,
you want to treat her
better than their nectar,
sweeter than honeybees
and their summer-sticky feet.
you want a love beyond poetry,
from winter flurries
to springtime rosebuds
to summer sweet lemonade
to autumnal red leaves u
DethronedI have created Eden, through the strokes of my pen,Dethroned1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it was made of promises, and angels
That were too fragile to hold the weight of our sins.
You were my goddess, on a throne made of dreams.
Which you were probably
They didn't glimmer and shine
like the diamonds decorating your rings.
They were the hopes of a man
So madly in love, but you poured poison into his heart
And so he rotted, each time you gifted him with a kiss.
Sparrows and Train TracksSparrows and Train Tracks2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She listens to the corpse of a wingbeat.
The stories of faraway people
etched on sea glass and flower petals,
like legends told for lullabies
printed with rose thorns
in the absence of paper.
Do the fingers of clock hands
hold the questions of children,
the way wine kisses guilt
and disposable wedding rings?
Handmade letters and gift-wrapped packages
resemble the music of a laughter
that isn't really there.
How many faces
are the reflections of a moment
dying in the second of a memory-
or the dances in the i love you's
that you never told me.
DerailedWaiting on the platform, hoping for the soundDerailed2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of the wheels that rumble in the misty distance.
No schedule or announcement to signal its approach,
No one around for me to ask assistance.
It comes and goes so stealthily, never screeching to a stop.
Sometimes it hits me at a hundred miles per hour.
That's when I get a rush, that racing high, that steals my breath away.
Though I wish I could be struck a little gentler.
Oh here's my chance! It's coming now! Already within view.
Doors open wide, welcoming me to join the ride.
But a voice calls out, I turn around, and it zips out of sight again!
Ugh, right before I had the chance to step inside...
And there it chugs away again, whistling its farewell.
That blasted train I've hardly ever caught.
So here I wait impatiently for its unpredictable return,
My stupid. Little. BLOODY Train of Thought.