senses poemsSenses Poemssenses poems7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1) meet it halfway
when hope finds you it is yellow,
and it is underfoot, leaves crackling
like a spine,
and the earth cries it out,
spilling it from the green-smelling
tree branches, and it is
pacing around your room, hands
quivering with prickly words and sweltering language,
exploding stars inside its mouth,
and you expect to see white and gold glitter
fall through its lips, but
there is nothing; and
when you open the door, metal in your mouth,
it turns around and reaches
2) that other organ
the bluejay hits your window with
his wings spread out, eyes open,
and you listen for the sickening
slap and the smell of your window
slipping up with feathers and blood,
trying to hold onto the small blue
and the bird is the red-stomach curls
on the tip of his head, and the bird is
every endearing little girl asking you to
be the other sack of tissues and nerves
on her see(sea)saw, and the bird is every
old man who tugs at your ears with a sick
catharsis.one.catharsis.7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
i was knocking at your door. it was
freezing cold, and the ice-rain got inside
my heart, and i was screaming please,
please, let me in. and i was knocking
at your door until my voice was
gone and my knuckles were bleeding
and you never even heard me.
apparently you are a different person now. apparently you have new friends to laugh with; joke with; cry with; tell secrets to.
apparently i'm not one of those friends anymore, and this breaks my heart - not that i'd ever tell you this. apparently we are no longer major parts of each other's life anymore, although we promised each other we'd never drift apart.
i wonder if the continents told themselves that, too.
i put a stethoscope over your heart
and all i heard was static and the sounds
if you can't even be honest with me, who can you be honest with?
maybe no one. maybe i'm a liar, just like you say. maybe i'm no good and maybe i'm screwed and maybe this is fate; maybe it is my destiny to
the things we'll never say.1.the things we'll never say.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
snakes crawl out of my mouth,
hands like sleep waiting silently
for me to give into them.
i toss words like rocks
across my tongue, skipping
across the lake, and we reach,
hands outstretched, for the sun
but it's a shame it's all empty.
listen, if you loved me, you
wouldn't try to fix me.
if you loved me, you'd paint
butterflies across the wall
to make me smile. listen,
if you loved me, you'd give
me handrails to hold onto
on the way down. you'd tell me
that right now, i'm a caterpillar
(but that caterpillars become
if you loved me,
you'd love me broken, too.
sure, you could say
i'm beautiful. sure,
you could say you love me.
but if you were silent,
maybe you could connect
the dots and find my heart in
it, somehow. maybe
you could open your hands
and i'd find all my dreams
in the lines.
so don't speak.
words won't ever say enough.
your first mistake was meeting
me, oceans in the stars and
whispers in our ears. we crossed
boundaries as if t
I'm The Girl With No NameI drew a heart and wrote your nameI'm The Girl With No Name8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And said "Forever" in fancy letters on top of the page.
But you never saw it before. I had no intention of showing you
Back then you didn't even know my name.
You were the star in high school
I watched them swoon but never love you.
Because they couldn't love you
I loved you
I still wrote your name in hearts.
(but you still did not know that. in fact you still did not know my name.)
I sat behind you in some classes
From freshman year to senior.
Still thinking, praying, hoping, and whatever
tetanus shot of the rainbow.i saw you in one of the slides of my viewfinder toy today.tetanus shot of the rainbow.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you were the red sweater that i spent 7 months knitting,
the tomorrow that refused to come because
its seams were sewn shut,
but i spent yesterday seeing your reflection in the sun.
i burnt my eyes out, but none of it mattered because
i didn't need eyes to listen
to the canaries singing inside my ribs. they sang
'he loves, he loves you not, he loves you, he's
you're gone. you're no longer in front of me;
you're inside my veins, playing bumper cars
with my arteries. i felt the collision when
i was eating plates off of a styrofoam cookie,
hiding under a tortoise's shell. you are
the greens in the parachute that closes and
opens, you are the closed restaurant with the
terrible food, you are the closed oyster boy.
i cracked open your shell but there was never a pearl;
only a mess of worms eating away whatever was left of your heart.
i made chalk from your powdered bones and wrote
'i thought you were white, like bright lights
three point turnthree point turn10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not always about things like slipper slaps
on wilting skin, knees turn supple and give way
as you heave up ribs. you lost a red rubber dingy
in a sea that reminds you of sinks, white skies turn and run
in the opposite direction.
You will not always be this way. A judder from the core
right to the jaw lets out subtle things like sighs
and almost tears. Stumble, bash your head against an SOS sign,
I am on the other side of the helpline with fishbowls
and plasters on three fingers and every inch of my arm.
Five was enough to hand you glasses of water
and a heavy-but-warm telephone connection that runs through my toes
right to a muscle that contracts and sometimes aches.
I wrap up safe in padded jackets and enter your room.
someday.i. i will alwayssomeday.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
be waiting for my
(would you like
to wait with
giving up and
sound awfully nice.
(you are the reason why
iii. i believe that words
can paint rainbow
sunsets and rivers and
happiness and golden
skies and things full
(im still trying to figure out
iv. writing non-fiction
makes me feel horribly
for everyone to realize
im nothing special.)
v. i dont want
to anyone. i
only want to be
mine. i only want
(i like to pretend
fingernails.She used to chew her fingernails.fingernails.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
she digs craters in her arms,
and mars her skin with scars.
I used to tease her about digging for her golden heart, and barreling through her veins in mining carts.
I realize shes digging for all her insecurities.
I watch her as her lips move in silent repetition,
My name is Angel.
My name is Angel.
My name is-
and her fingernails line her shoulder blades in red. She smiles like innocence and makes me wonder if the fists pounding against cushioned walls and the eyes filled with nothing but white spaces are really angels screaming for home.
wishes on stars.i. sometimes, i wish i could forget you.wishes on stars.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
sometimes, i wish i could forget the smell of your skin and the shade of your eyes and the sound of your breathing and the sound of your voice, whispering in the dark.
sometimes, i wish the guy in my memories - counting the clouds with me, climbing out my window under the stars, trying to throw rocks past the horizon, holding me, saying iloveyou- was just a faceless black shadow.
because maybe then remembering wouldn't hurt so much.
ii. i watched a t.v. show today.
in it, this beautiful girl won the lead part in some ballet performance. the dance hall was full of mirrors. she was dancing and laughing and crying in all of them.
and i have no idea how that feels; what she was feeling. and for a moment, i wished i did.
iii. everywhere i go, i feel out of place, awkward, and lonely. it's like i'm the piece of the puzzle that doesn't fit, no matter how hard you try to make it belong.
so tell me, please - where do i belong?
(i wish someone had
Side-aches and Heart-breaksInside my mind you smile oftenSide-aches and Heart-breaks7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and hug tighter.
Upsidedown your permanent frown looks like a smile
I tell you, 'you are prettier this way'
but your lips twist and tell me 'no'
and you don't want to be happy.
Inside-out your heart is still just like mine
Sideways i can only see half of what you are
[i always see only half of you]
i only see half a smile
[if i'm lucky enough to see one at all]
and most often i only see half a frown.
Outside your front door you say goodbye
close the door in my face
walk away laughing
and i cry.
Right-side-up you are my life
you don't want that
but i do