A New CatOur neighborhood stray is dead. I know thisA New Cat1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
because there is a black cat here I've never seen.
This cat is not the black splotch covered canvas stray
that clawed up and down my arm last winter
when I mistakenly tried to wrap it in a blanket
for warmth. This cat does not have the matted
fur that the stray did, does not deliberately stretch
out in front of my car tires the way the stray did
right before I had to leave for work, does not
chase lizards in the grass like the stray. This is not
the stray that aggressively meowed at me
when he wanted affection, nor is it the stray
that climbed our fence to try catching birds.
I'm certain this new cat must be lost, or else
looking for that same blotched canvas stray
that had become part of his family, too.
Counting Awaytwenty one.. twenty twoCounting Away1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
twenty three... twenty four
I count ceiling tiles
As they lead toward the door,
As I lay
Listening to silence of my tears,
The gentle loving whisper of the water
As they try to release my fears,
one ... two ... three ... four
I count the drops as they fall
Letting the numbers give me
A few more moments to stall,
But the tears offer no relief
And I only dread the moments left to me
I count the seconds as if trying to see,
How long before I finally break...
But I was already broken
Long before I came here
Long before I decided to do this...
I count the beats of my hearts
As I submerge my soul
Whilst trying not to fall apart,
twenty-five... twenty-six... twenty seven
I count the seconds
As time steals my air
And reprieve beckons.
I try to think of one last regret
Something to help pull me free
Of this grave of my own choice
Even just something to count
Something to give me hope
.one day the earth will dim;.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the light in the sun will flicker and die,
and the moon will sigh and roll over,
keeping her back to the world
our shadows will say farewell
to our bodies, and go their own
way in the darkness
To HellI might be insaneTo Hell1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel like I am
Nothing makes sense anymore
Life means nothing
So look out
If you mess with my heart
I'll take you with me
.and if you ever.1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
manage to get inside my
head, i'll wish you luck
.you’ve got.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ode to SoulsOde to Souls1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
our society is built on the binary of proper lines.
spotless, picturesque, sanitary lives trailing cycle upon cycle of symmetry.
yet we function better without framed order.
we have wanderlust built into our core; we bleed out the seasons when it suits us.
our lives are made of tire treds feeding the clouded sunset, skies pouring violently over
ravenous hearts seeking catharsis.
the nyctophiliac, the heliophiliac.
the nemophilist, the pluviophile.
if we breathed in your blank normalcy, we'd crumble and die.
Fix it with holesFix it with holes6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Close your eyes, silence your cries,
grab that gun, take a breath then decide.
With nothing left said, write it in red,
on the wall, with the ink in your head.
Living With A LieYou sit there shaking; emotionally frozen.Living With A Lie2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You check the time on your watch, despite knowing it already.
The ever-present numbness, the cold feeling which clutches at your soul;
That is what you feel upon the dawn of the lie.
To know its nature, to know its being;
To have it spill upon your awareness.
What words would surmise such a bitter feeling:
Perhaps the use of dejection, p
Universal mindThere's a whole UniverseUniversal mind1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Within my mind
Is just the way I want it to be
I'm not suffering
I'm not broken
I'm not alone
Everything is perfect
But it's not real
So I take a deep breath
And open my eyes
Reality is waiting
I must return
I'd rather face a real mightmare
Than living in a dream
Living a LieLiving a Lie:Living a Lie3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel like I've awakened from a comatose state
And the world has gone on without me.
I stretch my legs and take a walk outside
And for the very first time I see:
A strange kind of beauty, that is utterly alluring
It calls out to my spirit with the gentlest of cries.
I'm afraid to admit, for it was rather unmanly,
That I left with tears in my eyes...
I can't imagine how I could have forgotten
The very way that I used to walk...
I remember now my habitual actions
And I've even learned to talk!
"Arrr me hearties, good day to ya all
It be a fine day ta sail on tha sea
And if we find a plethora o' treasure;
Then yer drinks are all on me!"
I must admit it that brought me a smile
To be speaking my native brogue.
It reminded me that a dashing man
Should always be a playful rouge.
But that aside I'm feeling better
For now my mind has found its peace.
A comforting sense of order and structure
It's almost as rare as the golden fleece.
Within this sphere
Dysphoriashe sells 9mm shells by the seashore,Dysphoria1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
says she can hear the ocean.
but if you listen close to these shells
you can hear ghosts.
something borrowed, something blue,
something broken, something bruised.
she traces her fingers across the autopsy scars
while she counts her bones like currency.
she'll leave your skin screaming,
and sink into the whites of your eyes like a shipwreck.
can you hear the ocean?
you stoleyou are smoke,you stole11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I forget
how the mockingbird
used to sing.
how to miss someone.
you left warm spots in me,
familiar dents and puckers
nothing holds my eyes in place.
they roll from one end of my skull
to the other,
I don't want to see
a world without you in it.
you let this place hollow out
and dry like infinite droughts.
the years age me,
and I don't know who I am
I only remember you,
but I forget that you are gone.
.and like a stone at.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the bottom of the river
or the sea,
i think life might just be
flowing right past me
.a lie.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the body in
.you're afraid.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to let anyone
stoke the fire
in your chest
you will burn
My VoicesMuscles strain against one anotherMy Voices4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and fire burns like ice within my veins.
but I can feel the darkness closing in.
Possessed. That's what I am. Possessed.
The demons inside my head are screaming.
They say I should do it.
They say I have to.
I can hear them shouting at me from everywhere.
I can see them when I close my eyes.
I can feel their fingers at the edges of my mind.
I can't get away.
They're there. They're always there.
The voices. They're always there.
I hear them. They're always there.
Or are they?
The Kind of PersonI’m the kind of personThe Kind of Person1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who would kill to remember
But would die to forget;
Who has done awful things
But finds solace in regret.
I’m the kind of person
Who doesn’t like people
But is desperate for friends;
Who loves new beginnings
But fears oncoming ends.
I’m the kind of person
Who aches to be loved
But knows love is a lie;
Who wants to feel alive
But is longing to die.
I’m the kind of person
Who dreams of a future
But is stuck in the past;
Who always plays to win
But is eternally last.
I'm the kind of person
Who smiles at the sun
But is burning with cold;
Who wants to stay young
But is already too old.
I’m the kind of person
Who expects the worst
But tries to keep hope;
Who is good with a blade
But will end it with rope.