batteries unincludedyou are an hourbatteries unincluded7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sixty minutes of sixty tickings
in this hour is every word
youve ever said
i have an old wrist watch my father gave me
i say old, because five years is a long time when it is a quart of your life.
i use it to count you.
staring at the straight lines and reflecting the tubed light into a dancing circle on the wall
a spotlight for an ant
i imagine a woven straw hat and cane
there was always dancing wasnt there?
there was, but it was never us that were dancing. its just a configuration.
you know, of talk.
something we forgot all about.
perhaps it wasnt forgetfulness but forced ignorance.
you know, being stubborn, like stains you can never get out in the morning.
Spiderling"Next!"Spiderling7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shuffle, up, shuffle.
"Three teal, seven harlequin, ten spotted mauve… one spiderling."
"Gimme your ration card!"
"I… I… I… I… here…"
Mumble mutterings, "three teal, seven… spotted mauve. There ain't no spiderlings on this here card!" Eyes ablaze and as meat.
"Please, for my… back, the pain."
Slam down hard.
"Everyone gets their fair share. Nothing more. Always less. Nothing more. Next!"
Twenty coloured pills danced down his fingertips and I quickly picked them up as they bounced once, twice. Never let them more that thrice. Or pop! All over the counter. And no more. Always less.
The ration dispenser flicked my card at me. It twanged laminatedly against my forehead and landed on my gloved palm. I tucked it back into my pocket; card and pills packed safely. No one dares traverse the insides of another's pants these days.
They say everything's contagious.
It is the year of our Lord, 2100, June twelfth, eight fifteen post meridian and I am cold. Our lady is but a bloated memory fl
to build-up smilesi'd like to seduce happinessto build-up smiles7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
buy a new dress for contentedness
slut it up for ecstasy
pull down the sheets on frivolity
melt down the wax around sacrifice
excuse myself for rushing
i'd like to choreograph prayer
the build-up to the artifice
stop smiles from touching
begin the wake before the dawn
the black before the white; a pair
disbanded before a circle shared
one half realising, "i'm just another pawn."
The loss of sanityAnother pillThe loss of sanity8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hidden under my pillow
My face fluorescently lit
Pacing up and down the hall
To maintain the sanity they deny
I'm not crazy
I write again and again
I'm not crazy
I whisper as they turn the lock
ImitationIf I were carbon paperImitation7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd lie down to trace your perfect lines
and then I could duplicate your beauty
pretending it was my own
Poetry is my friendWallflower girlPoetry is my friend7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trying to blend with the scenery
Wishing for this night to end
And she can return to seclusion
Periods of small talk interrupting
Millennia of loneliness
Once the crowd is gone
She'll be safe once again
Surrounded by the comfort
Of the ones she truly loves
The ones who don't judge
If only books could hug back
You'll never knowYour words blow through me, chilling my heartYou'll never know7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These sentences stringing together, icicles raining down on me
I can't bear to look at you.
I stare into the trees, feeling as naked as they appear
All I can think is, I wish I hadn't found such a way to keep warm last night
and I know you are hurting, but you hurt me too
You feel miles away, if I could only reach out and touch you
It's so cold, we're so cold,
and I'm afraid your love is blowing away with the leaves.
This stinging in my eyesVivid pictures burst to lifeThis stinging in my eyes7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as the cool air rustles through my hair
Seeing those burgundy tipped yellow petals
and orange falling leaves,
the beauty of this beginning of the end engulfs me.
I pull my jacket just a little tighter as the wind picks up
and my thoughts are carried away
only to be caught up in empty branches
hopelessly tangled like a child's kite string
I know these ideas of you, of our life together
will continue to haunt our secret place
like a sweet dream turned nightmare
and I'm left here wondering when I'll wake
I Love -Hate-I Love -Hate-7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The way you scuff your feet. The way you pick the roses past their bloom, so you can jingle shake their petals as you walk, without a bride. The way you haven't brushed your hair since you were ten. The way you're comfortable with taking turns in dialogue. Your pauses of breath. Your silver step. The way you croak good morning in the lazy afternoons. The way you only like your yolks runny. Your meat soft. Your bread hard. The way you fill the cup with too much hot water. The way you let things steam until we're blind, with something not unlike tears. Your apologetic 'no's. The freedom in your 'hello's. Those jeans you never wore. The picture in my head of your fingers, your thumbs, the backs of your knees. The smile you wore as a badge whenever I was leaving. The way your face becomes the same blur as I swing you into dizziness. Your look of disdain when you've realized I've written the day away.
Love is a lot like hate.
whichever waydon't you forget that yesterday used to be a tomorrow.whichever way7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
ghazal for kateversion 192924billionghazal for kate7 years ago in Other More Like This
a whitewashed fence looks orange beneath the lamplight and
i think she's beautiful, limpid on last autumn's leaves
her knees are stark against the dirt back drop as the bruises blossom
like varying species of olives mounted upon her calves
hand in hand, we stumble through the deadened plots where
the drying sheets look more like billowing, middle-eastern scarves
and the pink fireworks rocket across the asphalt as her
stomach explodes out her throat and into a slew of adjectives
Never ends.There's a man, and when I say man, I mean that very loosely. He's more of a beggar of a child, than a man. A beard and a smile.Never ends.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There's a woman, and when I say woman, I mean that very loosely. She's got these liquid legs, this fluid walk, this, this… Well. Something out of a wet dream. And boy did she like to make dreams come true.
So this child of a man, and this liquid lily, they have nothing to do with each other. And this is the pivotal part: they never will.
Enter stage right. Man awkwardly juggling two cups of coffee, on two saucers, juggling so much like trying to keep still. But excitedly.
Centre stage. Woman languidly pouring herself over an open book. Like hot milk. Like steam. Like a student belatedly studying for an exam. Which is precisely what she isn't doing.
Interaction. Wait… Dialogue.
"Mind if I sit down?"
"Well you better, I paid for the damned things."
Man shifts around uneasily, like a live worm on the end of a line, or pinned to a board in a dirty ro
your lips spill truthyour ardour pearls into cups to catch my eyesyour lips spill truth7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but we do not fall for weakness; pin pricks beneath
my toes and i keep falling
your empty hands caress the washed streets of my cheeks
but too late for the deluge
you stroke tomorrows downstream
you are a word i suddenly remembered the meaning for
misusing it this whole time,
i feel such a fool.
im caught in an updraft of your hello
the easy way that smile turns into my name
turns to a frown
im seducing the last traces of your nonchalance
beckoning him out with promises
i sense your lips do lie, but we both know
a kiss can last forever and
forever can end with a kiss.
Origami Love StoryOrigami Love Story7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Played Sudoko on the train, never had a chance when I saw you sitting across from me.
Peeking at you, over your New York Times, in a New York state of mind.
Noticed you'd stuck my favorite web comic between the pages,
I wanted to tell you my name.
Or take you to a ball game.
Just for the popcorn and a chance to kiss you.
Laughed out loud at your fuzzy hair and miss matched socks, first impressions are tough.
Drinking coffee, staring at your chocolate milk with lust.
You looked at me cross eyed with your tongue sticking out.
Commented it was rude to stare.
God it was beautiful when you frowned.
Say hello to me stranger, I beg of you, we could both get off right now, and we'd be together.
That's got to be wor
face anotherhopefully there could just be another faceface another7 years ago in Other More Like This
she asked so why arent you crying?
because i lost my heart years ago
before i was born
and i had not a say
so there isnt much use crying over something i cant change
the point is revenge.
i'll kill that fucker of a moon, one day.
you are a sorrow no words that i borrow
could ever unravel
as silk does, in rewind
from spindle to worm
and when i think whatever i could manage
would only be hollow forgery
as soft satin
trailed across lips
i wonder the imprint your
feet leave on every heart you
if traces of my laugh
somehow got caught up in your eyes
or perhaps my penchant for mockery
in your hands; clutching
confetti of names
i would have to say
i have your acrid cynicism
, coupled with my own
makes for a strange mess
she asked so why arent you crying?
i said i am but it isnt from me
she asked how do you mean?
i allow every landscape to become my own
for mine is a sorry excuse
i love the way i say ithow come perfection could be the smile of apology you made when you were always latei love the way i say it7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how come perfection could be
velocity isnt lost each time
the bounce has changed
there arent enough sides inside
my skull to play any
is this how it is to fly?the sleepy storm of your aeroplane fingersis this how it is to fly?7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
hurricaning gentle rushes along the tips of my ear flesh--
no, i did not say stop
as a child in your arms, I wish for more wishes
too few are the moments we glide beneath our eye sheets
tucking our tears into slippery sleep
when does wait turn into savour?
jester flowers dance jangly yellow beneath my feet and i feel
the gentle grumble of the wind's distaste through my ear pipes
along my jaw; my straining neck
a furore of bent elbows and outstretched arms tasting cloud whispers
on my cheeks, on my lips, and my hair no longer obeys the law
is this how it is to fly? arms wicked propellers and spinning
turning running sideways centripetal;
my centre? is where, is where?
i am your el(e)-o-c(tro)ution
you are my hard starboard.
everyone was once a smaller face to cry
They've got my soul.I wonder how many photographs I'm in, how many I never allowed; how many photo albums in however many countries where my back made an appearance as urban landscape. My face twisted in discontent forever immortalised on a shelf in Beijing. Belonging to people I've never known. And will never.They've got my soul.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What is your name, smiling child in nineteen ninety-three? Playing beside me, smiling at your... mother? What's her name, where do you live, what did you have for dinner that night?
I won't know, can't know, like the ways of the universe; never.
Why are these simplicities so out of reach?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I could have hurt you, sorry that I could have bulldozed through your chest and picked your heart crops right out of you. I didn't plant them, they were never mine to steal. I'm sorry for all the words I could have said to hurt you, and all the words I could have never said which would have hurt more.
You know? Do you know me? Know me more in this never than any one could ever in a real-t
running through the messesyou trick your mind,running through the messes7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you forget all the impulses,
you silence the routines and fractures of memories isolating your every moment.
you take a long cold drink.
you rest your head against the wall for some stability.
you let your mind drain out the sludge you keep there rotting.
you stop the motions,
you stop them just before they start,
you volley your thought processes into another direction.
you loosen your grip,
you let it take hold of you for just a second,
you allow yourself to give in to the screaming and all of the rushing voices.
you do this
you do this so you can
you do this so you can just go on.
He loves meThe sun fell down on me like soft petals gracing the ground at your feet. Like that day I picked that flower from your garden, daring your eyes as I plucked our forever.He loves me7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He loves me not.
This is me - Gone CrazyIf this is a game Im willing to lose.This is me - Gone Crazy7 years ago in Other More Like This
I dont want to play anymore, dont make me wait anymore.
Take away your shiny temptation, the windows open but the airs frozen.
Im over heating.
Spinning my self sick.
Crying about more then I could ever realise.
Mourning things that where never mine to
What am I trying to say?
I dont want to say anything.
Ive fallen into place where I expect you to know it all.
Back, Back, Together.
Front, Front, Together.
Lost my mind, lost poetry.
Why is none of this flowing properly?
Why the sudden freak out lock down.
Why am I so god damn hot?
Air sticks in my mouth and my hair weighs me down and I swear not even youd dare love me now. What am I crying about?
This block is breaking my heart.
I dont want to be in love.
I dont want to want to want.
Tears sting already glistening sting.
My jaw hurts from holding my screams in.
With out warning this day runs away from me.
I want to blame you.
But there is no you