to build-up smilesi'd like to seduce happinessto build-up smiles6 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."
Poetry is my friendWallflower girlPoetry is my friend6 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
This stinging in my eyesVivid pictures burst to lifeThis stinging in my eyes6 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
ImitationIf I were carbon paperImitation6 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
Spiderling"Next!"Spiderling6 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. I
batteries unincludedyou are an hourbatteries unincluded6 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.
just likehe said,just like6 years ago in Typographical More Like This
you taste kind of nice
ill give you a try.
its been too long
i know ive forgotten.
its just like riding a bike
i always used to crash
The loss of sanityAnother pillThe loss of sanity7 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
-truth-will you meet me in the spaces-truth-6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
between our fingers
indivisible, but one
(and all the smaller pieces
that don't matter)
a hollow note
twenty minutes to dawn
(i know this because we've been here before)
in this moment, and this thing of arms and arms entwined, called embrace
this moment on soft notsosoft ground sheets
it's the same
and in this moment
this moment is again
and your voices
singing as the past
ceilings and walls
that do not house me
anymore, i hear you
inconsolableit is falling back into eleven year old preset.inconsolable6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
clinking in slithering seatbelts, constricting closer
to avoid falling out the window on impact
believing that i was in a car with a stranger
without even candy allure
it is facing that tree we carved weaponry
when its branches touched the sky and now
not so far above me, not so far above me.
i took your favourite knife and carved death
into supple wood and through my plying i received
pride in a shaken word or two
- apostrophes making it never three.
in a different language it is four.
and there are seven letters in the word
i said, whilst walking out the door.
your eyes are
Projected on a frameYour face is perpendicular to the floor, and it is song and it is soliloquy.Projected on a frame6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You start dusty beneath my fingers
Follow up like turrets appearing in the fog
And I am the piper
And I am the caster
Winged words float upward from
messy mouth nests and fly high
above our heads so high we cannot
catch them once said.
Chirping incessantly, we mock
ourselves in reverberation.
And we cry in the circling
rings of silence.
And I am the breaker
And I am the chaser
Dreams calm collected
in my arms, overflowing
with want and spill clumsy
into heads unready.
It is deceit that follows
the ring leader into a
do you ?whose person did i become?do you ?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(i struggle to shut out all the things that i wasnt saying)
i dream incessantly
and stare far too much at the sky
(can you tell me what it says about me?)
I'm quiet when I break. And no, you wouldn't know, I could be smiling, and no, you wouldn't know. I could be laughing at your jokes and your surface weather pleasantries, and I could be breaking, and no, you wouldn't know.
There is stonework I traced, and never memorised completely, cracks I didn't step on and fingers interlaced, conversations I recall pieces of, like pieces of stri
did not, buti am calm in between your errant thoughts,did not, but5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
swooning the sink-thinks of sunday, the way
they tangle themselves in shops that are not supposed
how we go in.
(how we never
one minute it is all about a place to go, to eat
to cloud our discussion-speaks with slops&slurs
pasted thin about the neck
of course i am calm when i say, "yes, we will
have to make arrangements for"
i am not saying that it did not, but
i am just trying too fast to remedy forgot
who it is, who is it
is the same when i do not recall the way it feels to slide your image
right way up inside my head
call it pleasance
by the action ofi opened my mouth into a yawnby the action of5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to swallow your teeth, and your indecision
your fancy shoes, they get stuck
in my throat, at the back
they scratch the letters of you
impure, they catch up on the liquid of
you: impure. my growl deepens into
and calm, it is indistinct between
the day, the night you felt warm enough to stop
i close my breath deep, around each moment
every thread inside each eye lid, pressed against the
it hears a threat in the heartbeat, tastes a threat in the tongue
a threat in the
Chances areI feel you floating, tea stain mockingChances are6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a whisper
Besides temperament, is never when
I hold your offer as die
Shaking Shaking Shaking
Will I let it tumble?
just one, just one
I let you fall.
where kaija krakken creepswhere kaija krakken creepswhere kaija krakken creeps6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an ocean feather snuffs it in an alcove, to my left
just another pair of lungs to expand and swill the sea
and i wave curtly to the whore on the next corner
(nothing to see nothing to see) kindling
her shoulders against the lamp-post she
looks more like an angler than a good time
and paint by number peeling swips, lightning strikes
upon her hips and the smoke machine pumps nicotine
through out my veins, on the verge of something
glitter lines the gutter with a sunless pulse all its own
and concrete currents sweep the ground beneath my feet
as i exit the aphotic zone:
ale stained blouses an
8th Grade Before MathThe people scored blazing symbols8th Grade Before Math6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on my cranium,
only cooled by a
refridgerator's touch: your long fingernails.
I remember that false caress
more than the firey, ingrained,
those catty cartographers left.
The dead skin cells stroke and--with the
sudden twist of mind--
you held my chin and broke my jaw
and drank my blood.
I still can feel your hot, wet,
sliding down my neck
as my face tried to mend my bones.
And I struggled as your hands
It ended that I saved myself
using a knight friend as a sheild,
but it didn't bother me that
your saliva had dried on my flesh
You'll never knowYour words blow through me, chilling my heartYou'll never know6 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.
fluorescent her curvecan you sleep whilst falling?fluorescent her curve6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
do you feel the inertia tucking you in at nigh-night,
i know what you are keeping in between your toes, and you will tell me
scratching liquid over your hands, scrubbing your words clean.
he was last night, there, in between her fingers. he relaxed into a cringe and set to starting fires. cleaning chimneys, offering lemonade. she fell into an opaque gaze. he knew all her secrets, where she left all the crayons she stole off her best friend when she was seven. right under those bricks, in that garden. where the purple flowers grow in her mind. perfume so bright fireworks fall out of your mouth.
love is like birdi think im getting a bit too fidgetylove is like bird6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
staring silence onto walls again
looking through people,
ignoring flickers of recognition like goldfish picking at flakes
or my fingertips
im walking with an aim of nothing
i shudder at the words im supposed to be saying
like its supposed to supposed to
and i could eat my apathy with ribbons
splattering sugar on the cement
[i didnt buy them]
i collect--much too many a thing
i collect people
in my head
short films of them
it doesnt matter that reality lies to me with
black and white shades of grey turning everything into a big mess of purple
when i like you