He Thinks By FireCastlesHe Thinks By Fire11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Set the scene in Vienna, Rome
Tripoli - countries in cities.
Restaurants in the shade.
Men in chairs
With white straw hats, the sun curve
Of the day, and buzzing of motors on
Family visits an old man.
A hearty dinner, the sun a shine on the glass.
She says tell
Like you used to.
The boys poke the ground,
Fiddle with the earth,
Before he sighs.
I sign in blood.
A column splits, spoken
Ramparts, assailed corridors.
Degraded anarchs in the veins.
I hear Fire.
Random chaos in
The voi- voi- Void.
And my entry read:
'Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'entrate!'
Abandon all hope, ye who enter!
The stun is complete. Boys caught moving
Sag down and shake.
She asks why? How?
And he repeats, numbly:
Abandon all hope, ye who enter.
MotherMother10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mother wakes at five thirty in the morning
even Sundays, though the newspaper hasn't been delivered
to me sitting at the top of the stairs.
She squints at me with Hitchcock eyes,
says that my bathwater is turning light gray, it's time to get in.
Sundays, we go to church, which isn't-just-a-social-thing-young-lady.
I'm here because I would neverever ask for anything else
if she bought me a dog.
It dawns, and her voice percolates my future, drip
drip drip, we say Scholarship.
I have a hard time knowing her
without her glasses
and her makeup in its technicolor glory.
She drives me to school every day, to save on parking.
Trucks and equinoxes blow past us as I stare out the window,
drawing pictures in the condensation with my thumb.
She says did you know that Beethoven
never saw the sea? Later we should go to the beach,
she'll show me a picture of a furtive flute of a girl
in a poodleskirt and a yellow-spattered room.
We can walk up and down the sand together
but it also meansIt's mundane,but it also means8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the soda aisle
and my wandering, walking up
then down. I frown to distract.
And buy the soda you love
because you might, you
might be here to have it. Though
with I need a drink.
I don't need a drink.
The same strength, faux-weak
ness that I will always have,
and tell myself I learned from you.
I buy it, afraid I won't like the taste,
or maybe I will and it'll be there
for a few days squishing along inside me.
It's just fucking soda, but it also means
I still love you.
CondimentsCondiments9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A horse snorting wildly at the slightest slither;
we are natural enemies, ankle-biting snake against
fetishized freedom, all hair. You pepper-eating poets
seduce me every time. Against my character, might
I add: My nostrils are as dilated
as they've ever been, to detect the slightest hint
of movement from you, a stirring and then
the anatomy of the thing will emerge.
Laundry List: Please buy
Tide, the catalogue of the human soul,
self-cutting. You might crumple up the writing
and swallow it like a spy,
but burning toast is no career, my friend. Perhaps
that bitch poetry is a necrophiliac, never letting dead
archetypes sleep. Yes, I know that Helen has launched
ships from: Vietnam, world wars, the Midwest,
which is landlocked. But you cannot kill the
fat-fingered fairies, the delicate forms. Rapunzel,
Rapunzel, let down your standards! I will give you
a dose of your own medicine, and like a cancer
The Writer: ForewordThe Writer: Foreword11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I was first aware of the peculiarities of Norman Potter's case when a guard told me he had made a pen of himself. I was then requested to turn over my own pens and notebook before seeing him.
In my 24 year tenure at Belleview Institution, I have learned to quickly adapt to avoid any of the nuances—unnecessary tapping or other noises, looking into the eyes for too long, etc.—that may trigger an adverse reaction in a patient. In a place so criminal, so volatile, it is a simple rule of survival. Even so, I had never been forced to relinquish my own tools. Going in with only my suitcase and a tape recorder made me feel stripped, almost vulnerable.
I entered the interview room, known as the "board room" to other staff in the ward. It's simple, white-walled, and nearly taken up by a long, executive-style table. It adds a small sense of grace to an otherwise sterile, fluorescent-lit box, but its real purpose is separation. The length limits my exposure to whatever ill wind might be blowing ac
Time To Heal..Time To Heal..6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't think I was beautiful
No-one ever told me
and once they did
I never believed them.
My mind held me captive
in a place of denial.
Wanting to believe
but being afraid too.
A terrible place to be,
filled with insecurities
As I grew older,
my outside beauty faded
and my inner beauty shone,
but left me with many regrets
and precious moments lost.
Walking me backwards,
instead of forwards
My mind in a tangled mess
of what-ifs and maybe's.
A clouded sensation of
living, but being dead as well
So here I am stuck in today,
hoping for a better tomorrow
and wishing for my yesterdays.
I will not cry for I am strong,
yet too weak to move on.
To see the real me
and love myself for who I am.
Not for what the mirror shows
but what my heart should know..
volcanic glasslatin can not describe the electricityvolcanic glass7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of blue veins suspended in cala lily skin. they fan out,
protazoic, dormant beneath a sea of iced flesh.
i grip the sink, peroxide strands of kelp washing up
on the banks of my shoulders like
the white-gold sunshine
that would prism behind your chinook arch
with all the beauty of a nuclear winter.
for the transplant of my frontal lobe
to the heaven above his stratus comforter, instructions
have been written. next time he is carried in on a foen wind i am to
one, stand very still
two, present my brain to the sky
wait for the apricots
of sunrise to settle
into the overcast of his eyes.
i practise a little and wish i had a veinous hum, skeptical
that an electrocardiogram could detect a beat.
Static PauseStatic Pause10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The light would break over
Time's arc (for it surely did
fly, although not like we intended) and all,
that is to say all,
the ripples in the clouds' fingernails
were painted with hose streams.
And hey! these
superficial wounds will heal,
it's merely the white noise in my ears
that hurts my brain (never you) so
don't fret; don't
Heaven must have had a
cavity today for she is quite numb and
dribbling all over your window
(I'd offer a kerchief to clean the mess but
you know how I lack in chivalry). Well,
things will look up
(or down, if you live
belowthecrotchoftheworld) and I daresay
the freezing will wear off in due time.
and I, but mostly it was
would split lips over broken teacups and
silently watch an earthquake devour the rainforest,
I think our pollution might
be only t
FischerBobby Fischer played blitz matchesFischer11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on Yahoo chess
until the Japanese caught him running.
So I was told one morning
out on the deck,
with a newspaper in one hand and an eye on the sun
coming up over the trees.
I hadn't known he was running;
but standing with my hand on the railing,
I saw Bobby in a small cell with both hands in his lap
and a scowl. Bobby Fischer scowled in my dreams.
Was his nemesis aware?
Sitting behind a curtain and alone,
with a glass and a cigarette, and a view of the Urals outside.
Did he know?
And I heard Bobby mutter
All I want to do, ever, is...
Yeah, Bobby. Yeah.
The Black Hole VicinityMy pulse no longer beatsThe Black Hole Vicinity5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in tune with every honk
and my feet are out of place
with your walk;
I can barely keep up.
This city numbs my very bones
and I write but cannot talk;
the words keep freezing in my mouth.
I shuffle and shiver,
grinding my teeth at night,
while every other cog
is moving, moving, moving
and I am fully stopped.
My ImmortalMy ImmortalMy Immortal9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I'm so tired of being here,
Suppressed by all my, childish fears,
And if you have to leave,
I wish that you would just leave.
Cause your presence still lingers her,
And it wont leave me alone.
Twelve years have passed since you were torn from my side: but since then your memory lives in with me; everywhere I go it walks along side of me- just like you used to: stalking me like a wolf will follow it's prey.
After your death, I had no choice but to marry the one person who I now hate the most- your murderer. He treats me well; he buys me gifts- jewellery, dresses, fans- all of the things a husband should give to his wife. In return for his generosity, I have given him two sons. They look like him- I despise that: every day I watch his children grow up to be more and more like their father- but they're not yours. I have given him the lives that he wanted- yet he could not spare the life that I yearn for: yours.
The marks have remained upon my neck- lingering there as a
As you areAs the moon is to the tideAs you are8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As you are to my heart
As the sun is to set
As you are to make me forget
As the dogs are to bark
As you are here to take my heart
As planes are to fly
As you are my sweet lullaby
16 Abril 2007Y disfrutare del silencio que provocan mis pensamientos .16 Abril 20078 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
La cuerda que estrangula y la sangre que brota de mi piel esperando fundirse con la tuya .
¿Y que pasa si quisiera caer de rodillas ?
Morir en el piso mientras el tiempo mata mi cuerpo .
Es tan facil para ti no sentir nada por mi ... mientras mi deseo es que sangres por mi .
Aquel secreto callado pero insistente , el querer tenerte en mis brazos .
Pero aquel optimismo que antes me abrazaba ahora me deja en el abrazo
de navajas & pastillas .
Cansada estoy de esperar , ya no quedan fuerzas ni para morir .
Soñar , suspirar .
Quedate conmigo , llora por mí , es lo unico que pido .
Lamplight DinerDown on Arley P-L,Lamplight Diner8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an assemblage of seven
gather where the light
meets their exposed feet.
Dremels wouldn't do them
a damn bit of good.
Rare is how they take
Well-done is for the
ones behind concrete
and measured glass.
They split the tab in
males never learn share.
I met one at the
with stubby flesh
and dead cells.
all he could do
was recap what he
ate earlier that day.
The Action I OwnSleeping to the sound of the truck's motion vibrating my eight year old arms,The Action I Own9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dreamt of skyscrapers peppering mountains like trees.
A current of cars rushing on highway rivers,
The undertow of black rubber skid tracks.
I dreamt of cities at night looking like pearls,
threaded by bridges to wear around my neck.
And then suddenly opening my eyes,
the way children can sense when they're home;
I woke up to blazing orange lights against blackness and pine trees,
looking like the fires of coal-powered engines, of cigarette thoughts.
The logging yard lit up like sunlight through stained glass church windows
or a desert oasis.
These trucks being loaded and unloaded were endless,
This has always existed, I thought to myself,
This will always exist.
Ten years later, I can see those lights from my backyard
with logging trucks going east and west
and I am eight years old again thinking,
This is how God must feel.
Losing friendsIt has startedLosing friends8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The gradual growing apart
It all stings straight to my heart
Distance spreads like disease
suckin in my desperation as it please
momentum is what your happiness gains
and as it does mine will surely fade
as the gears grind on this world
as time flys mind a swirl
to what has always been true
i was never deserving of you
TuTu, tu no eres nada mas que un recuerdo.Tu8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Y yo, yo soy solo lo que queda de un recuerdo.
No dije que seria fácil ver la luna caer,
Nunca dije que era quien no era,
Mi reflejo turbio nunca te gusto
Intente por ende ser yo.
Y al hacerlo, solo obtuve un adiós.
Lentamente vi. Como todo colapso.
Así fue como nunca te vi. venir.
Este, este es el génesis de una representación fallida,
De una obra no planeada que resulto ser acertiva.
Tu, tu solo eres lo queda del ayer.
Y yo, yo soy solo lo que nunca logro ser,
Pero juntos, juntos nos perdimos. Al parecer.
Y así fue, como nadie nunca
En la turbia agua nos explico.
Solamente intuyo, que se nos acabo la humanidad
No existe tal cosa como la libertad.
Y yo siervo del olvido y la soledad.
Quedo entonces sin recuerdo.
Por ser yo, nunca obtuve un perdón.
¿Y entonces el blanco mundo, cuando se pudrió?
Fue acaso entonces, en el hola, o en el adios
Christmas-TimeHark I hear the Angels singChristmas-Time7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of Christmas-time and bells to ring
The mistle-toe is hung on high
to kiss our love who wander by
Eggnog served to quench our thirst
Carols sung so tuned and versed
Tinsel is spread across the land
In anticipation to withstand
The waiting and the gifts we see,
wrapped beneath the Christmas tree
We hold the decorations of years gone past
Of hope and faith and families vast
Who share the table of feast and fare
To show our love to those who care
Of what this day does really mean
From whence we came and what we've seen
To give to others and seek no more
Than love and family and smiles galore
A day that comes but once a year
Brings all together to share the cheer
So clasp a hand and fill a heart
With memories past and a brand new start
Of giving and sharing what is simple and true
A day of Blessings for Me and You
RealizationWho am IRealization6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I ask myself
Each and every day
Who sees me
With open eyes
In a very special way
Who hears me
The words I speak
And listens with intent
Who loves me
For who I am
Within the moments spent
Simple questions but so obscure
The answers hard to find
Searcing and believing
for love within our kind
A never-ending quest we're on
To find what makes us whole
To bring some solace to our heart
and serenity to our soul
Our inner beauty is what makes us real
and gives substance to who we are
A gift that's given when we're born
and admired from those afar
Be content with all your perplexities
and the place in life you share
Stand out and never be afraid
To show you really care
Too often feelings are kept inside
and never see the light
It is up to us to make our world
seem beautiful and bright
I have answered all my questions
and thank you every day
For seeing and hearing and loving me
in every special way
No me destruyas .Y si te di todo ...fue porque te quería .No me destruyas .8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Si te dedique mis pensamientos y sueños , fue porque aun creía .
Aplastaste mis ilusiones y le diste a mi alma la punzada más dolorosa , el de tu rechazo .
¿ Crees que es facil verte a los ojos y saber que nunca podre tenerte en mis brazos ?
¿ Crees que es facil aun poder sonreirte cuando me destrozaste ?
Perdón , se que no es tu culpa . Pero me parte en dos el pensar que jamas podras
verme de la misma manera en la que te veo yo .
Es un sentimiento de tristeza y desesperación que me vuelven loca y hacen que quiera
Se que soy nada en este mundo , pero aveces las personas más insignificantes quieren ser amadas ... al menos una vez en la vida .
Tantas canciones , tantos recuerdos , tanto se convierte en nada y todo se vuelve polvo .
Las memorias me lastiman , tus palabras me envenenan .
Ya no quiero seguir , pero estupida yo , pensando que aun tu me puedes salvar .
Intento ya no verte , pero entiendeme no lo logro .
Culpa a este estupido c
Mayo24Y pude haberte abrazado cuando aun la muerte no tocaba a tu puerta .Mayo248 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cuando tu mirada cansada aun podia diferenciarme y tus manos arrugadas podian tocarme
El miedo que me invadia , el no poder verte en ese estado . Que tu cabello que no siempre fue abundante ahora se habia ido .
No quería ver como los aparatos cubrian tu cuerpo y tu cara que antes me llenaba de felicidad y hacia que la risa saliera ahora me hiciera llorar .
¿ Donde quedo aquel optimismo ? ... ¿ Donde quedaste tú ?
Y decirte " te extraño " se queda corto , cuando en realidad eras parte de mi vida , el saber que ya nada sera igual hace que las pocas fuerzas que tengo se me escapen .
Aun recuerdo aquellos días en donde estabas bien , cuando me abrazabas y me decias " todo estara bien " . Me quede con las ganas de verte por ultima vez , de decirte que te queria mucho y que eras para mí una persona tan especial .
Ahora se que no puedo , que aunque quisiera alcanzarte las estrellas estan muy lejos .
No sé si me ve
Surface SilenceSurface Silence10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bitten talons snatch out
the cotton in your candy,
dipped in acid,
they claw at your bile duct.
"Come play awhile?" I ask
with eyes aflame and a daggered throat,
hoping you say no
because your silky milk voice
won't turn this gold into straw.
"In distress," you say,
"Is how I like them. With
a ripe pomegranete mouth open
and a torn seafoam dress,"
you serpent-tongued your lips,
"I've always wanted
to fuck Aphrodite."
Icicle teeth of mine melt away
to oil puddles dripping down my chin.
I swallowed my tongue
and you were pinned
by your rib.
Even I remembered when smiles
weren't pocked by impatience
and the sun glowed like the moon
The Safety of Familiar ObjectsThe Safety of Familiar Objects11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Splinters puncture membrane-covered clouds
time and time again her yellow breath
of smog and fog and ink on wet newspapers
sticks to black asphalt covered with May-colored sprinkles
and geometric daffodils unsnapping necks.
A condom wrapper defies the suckwhirl tide and clings to driftwood
and bangles of sky glimmer in a rainbow collapse
of oil. There's metal in her nostrils and linoleum in her eyes;
she slips piles of nails and bloody slime down my throat
along with percussive bells and a flower like stained napkins.