you in your mouthi am curious about youyou in your mouth7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of course, i'd like
to know how many sugars
if any, i think i'd like
to know how well
done. but i'm not sure
of course, if i should be
curious (or otherwise)
if it is indecent
of me to speculate
ponder how much milk
wonder what textures
maybe i should wait
for the situation
to present itself
rather than spend
these days thinking
act i into(beauty)act i into7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
obscured into a blur
i become fluid with the silent
motion of the lines
my eyes are a continuing moment
along the spectrum of heard
seen tasted felt
this is the wonder of is
i miss the genesis
the before the flood
the fluid motion
of calling home the birds
with a scattering of seeds
the tips of your hair
dapple bright ecstasies
on your reflection
they drip the terror
from your throat
a tracing of your skin
under my skin print
injects memory into my fingers
and solidifies in silence
it was raining when-
it was raining when-
it was raining when you held your parasol high
and laughed at the sun
it was bright light then-
it was bright light then-
it was bright light then when your umbrella on
pulled laughter from the bus
(a he i
my condolences for your
wake up, wake up
it isn't morning
but for the tumble
for the tumble
i give you warmth
Another Road Songfor ashAnother Road Song8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For a given value of love, this
is your song –
Let's run away.
I have bags, a ticket,
sex on my tongue, 8
new ways to say
I don't mind I can't
ever go home.
I don't mind, for a given value
of love, I can't ever go home.
Let's walk on the sun.
Heard a song once, said
it can be done and I don't
trust those stoners but I'd
walk across coals for God,
God makes the sun flowers, so
for a given value of hot,
I'd say you're the one.
A Dreamer BlessingMama, I met a dreamer.A Dreamer Blessing8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All the glass I'd broken, I thought
dreamers shy from edges. But in between
the cracks - it's in between the cracks
where you break your mother's back
for how she let you become
such a dreamer - in between
the cracks I found someone, Mama,
who won't shy from ledges
I hear the heart grows callused.
You wear it on your palm and heave
against the ground, you and your novel
ways to fly. So what comes from you
has passport, but what goes in breaks skin -
guerrila love, no trust,
ash to dust, blood lust,
in which to recover
let's never go home.
Let's never go home.
This dance lives in the aether,
let's breathe what we can't
swallow, let's swim when we
can't fly - let's spin ourselves
what casing God allows
for now, and try not to break.
Let's promise to leave
when we can't stand.
Mama, I met a dreamer.
I glued up all the glass and built
these ledges. But I have no wings to fly.
is this how it is to fly?the sleepy storm of your aeroplane fingersis this how it is to fly?8 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
My ResistanceΣτην ανηφόρα προς το όμορφο θανάτωμαMy Resistance8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
το χώμα έλαμπε σα νεογέννητο ηλίου.
Φυτείες γαλήνης απλώνονταν σε κύκλους
που τις εργάζονταν
- αόρατες στ' α
Of what a kiss should be.Today, today I felt as if I would break. In a gentle way. With the pain of some kind of realisation. Or theory. Or delusion, fitting to such strange situations. Perhaps not strange at all—same? The acidic grind of the same wheels turning the same cogs the same outcome, the same clock striking time to sleep.Of what a kiss should be.8 years ago in Post-Teen (Mature) More Like This
I don't think it's up to thinking about what I should have dones, how I could've changed things. What you could of… it's only blame. And regardless of the supposed weight lifted off of one, it never takes away the negation of the entire experience.
Why do we say we feel hollow when we can still feel? Sometimes it's only an overload of emotion. Not a lack there of. I think it's feeling paper thin. Part of, but apart, like tissue wrapping paper, translucent; like cellophane and just as gaudy. Made to be thrown away.
I think it was craft. I think it was a dress being crocheted, filling up with time, sleeves, neckline, bust, waist, hem… and then the unraveling, until all it was, was eno
ShadowsongΕίχα πολύ καιρό να σε δω.Shadowsong7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Κι εκεί που νόμιζα ότι σε είχα πια ξεχάσει, να 'σαι.
Παλλόμενος κι ηλεκτρικός, όπως σε θυμόμουν.
Κι εγώ να γίνομαι απλή, αέρινη και λίγο αυστηρή
όπως μ' αγάπησες - κι όπως με μίσησ
One-Poet Stand Των Γυναικών ΕπιδερμίδαOne-Poet Stand8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Στη φυλακή των απολιθωμένων μου παθών
κολλάω αυτί στον σάρκινο τον τοίχο
κι αφουγκράζομαι το βόμβο
PromiseΥπόσχεσηPromise8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Σιώπησε στις τελευταίες πράξεις,
Σιώπησε το φως
π' αγκάλιαζε χορδές
(να τελικά που οι ευχές δε σμίγουν
και οι φωτιές
για δεύτερη φ
OppositionΑντίλογοςOpposition8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Ήταν τις νύχτες όταν άκουγες του φόβους να μαζεύονται στην πίσω αυλή. Κοιτώντας κρυφά πίσω απ τις λευκές κουρτίνες, τους έβλεπες να γλιστρούν πίσω από τα σταθμευμένα αυτοκίνητα, να
Tell Her - Border SeriesWill you still persist, axe to your ownTell Her - Border Series9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
throat, standing on the front lines?
I love your body, don't you love your body?
And all the dead rebound off
the ground, and say, "Tell her to
stop, Kyla, tell her to come live
on this side of the line, where there is
sparse shelling and time for tea between.
Tell her the world is made for dirt and water
which take care of their own - they take
care of their own in the end. No holding
the world, tell her, no carrying it on
your shoulders like that's what it means
to be strong." I was on the field, my love,
when they said, "Tell her
it's her that has gravity, she already
calls the earth to her knees."
EndΘέλει απλά να σκάσει ένα χαμόγελο σε κάποιον,End9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
και μετά θα κλάψει πάλι, εντάξει.
She just wants to smile to somebody,
and the she'll cry again, allright.
Test DriveTest Drive9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You gnawed on the plastic wrap
and forced my chest open
so you could taste my heart beat
before deciding whether to chew, or spit
me out like a pellet gun aiming straight for my skull.
That is how the wire snapped, your teeth clenched
around fresh love like the Sunday roast your mother cooked
when a girl called Anna left you –
'I want to be the one in control' you say
as you count the wrinkles below my hair line
and press your knuckle lips onto mine.
Not An ExitNot An Exit12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lights are blazing on the highway
Like incandesent reminders on the black sky
Brushing white across her tear stained face
The music of her favorite band filling her ears
\"How long, how long, will I slide?\"
Music with terrible reminders.
Reminders of him.
She hangs her hand out the window
Feeling the breeze push it back
\"I don\'t, I don\'t believe it\'s better..\"
Wishes she could be the wind.
She would soar, way over his head, over everyone,
Instead of falling, like usual.
She pulls a tattered picture out of her pocket.
She had accidently washed it,
It ends folding up,
His face with deep creases.
He was smiling,
But he wasn\'t happy.
Not with her atleast.
\"Slitting my throat is all I ever..\"
She passed the next exit to his apartment.
She was leaving.
i am made of glasshold mei am made of glass9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
up to the light
and you will find her
smudged around my heart--
a tangled interstate of
with no exits.
UntitledΧωρίς ΤίτλοUntitled8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Η κάθε μέρα μου ξυπνά
με μάτια άυπνα,
γλιστρούν απ τα σπασμένα τζάμια˙
Ορμούν μέσα μου φύλλα
χαϊδεύουν τα μαλλιά μου,
γεμίζουν το στόμα μου με αλμ&
Please, not the spidersή "δεν ήθελε να πειράξει τις αράχνες"Please, not the spiders5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
ο πονοκέφαλος ειναι αποδημητικός αποδημητικός αποδημητικός ούρλιαζε μια φωνή μέσα στο κτήριο κι εσυ χόρευες βαλς με τα μάτια κλειστά και μ' αυτό το μισογαμόγ
Heresy -Reprise-Last night I crept into your room,Heresy -Reprise-6 years ago in Other More Like This
your sleeping form of very little interest.
I danced around your furniture
and breathed myself in and out of your curtains,
and from the dust on the toys under your bed,
I knitted a shawl
for the porcelain doll that I caught spying from outside the window.
And when all this was done,
I walked towards your shelves
and kissed your second-hand memoirs,
your second-hand memories,
one by one
one by one
your second-hand existence.
And when all was done, I walked outside
And closed your door behind me,
and closed you behind me.
And finally laughing my impish laughs
I bent and looked through the keyhole
and startled, realised I could not tell
if you had been there all along and had now vanished,
or not at all
or not at all.
And as the door opened and the doll now
smiling, took my hand in hers and whispered me a secret
we spent the night twirling and dancing
around the hall
around the hall.
Everlong, howeverlong.And the length of time it takes is however long it takes.Everlong, howeverlong.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Howeverlong it takes to do what I want to do,
howeverlong the distance between us is
and still will be, always has been and so on.
That howeverlong it takes for me to hold your hands,
to kiss your lips and touch your face,
howeverlong, whereas too long, is not forever,
just howeverlong it takes is as long as it takes,
and no longer.
Howeverlong I'll wait for you,
howeverlong I'll search for you,
howeverlong I'll hold your hands,
howeverlong I'll love you forever.