Maybe and WouldI write small, cursive Maybe and Would7 years ago in Other More Like This
the letters of a journalist
who was maybe five years ago abused.
She got out. Its fine now.
And maybe she lived in New York City. Maybe every morning
as she buttoned her bruises up,
she admired the excellent dirty streets.
It was with a fragile sort of hope.
She wished on drainpipes, discarded cigarettes.
if fate diagnosed her terminally lucky
at the exact moment a taxi heaved itself forward
into the path of her erected thumb, it would just keep going
the brakes would just
There was nothing
EmilyI loved her inside letters, I tuckedEmily7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my hearts and my organs inside of her
messy scrawl, her heartache, her doodles
of lost girls, of black cats, of razors and
pills. I sealed myself, my fate, I sent it to her:
Three stamps, and a kiss, always
with pearl-pink lip gloss. It would fade in the mail,
traveling 5000 miles
to her door, but I did not
care and the doves inside
my chest dared to break out.
I loved her inside letters,
I tucked her pain inside my art.
I filled my envelopes
with sadness, pieces of my hair,
my strange secrets,
my broken stories.
Because--1Because--6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because I was the girl made of brass
that shoved her feet in the dirt like roots
and stared down the wishing well.
You were never coming home,
and I was never going to leave.
Because I was the girl
who looked at pennies and only
saw the sunlight glinting off them-
because I was the girl that could not stand
to bend down and feel my wishes breaking
into rainbows I didn't have the faith
You were the light.
You always were the light.
was the girl
that didn't believe
But you gave me a reason-
you translated a foreign language into me
and when I talked I listened deep;
you blew on a dandelion and somewhere
nineteen miles under the earth, I heard a heart start.
It was mine.
because you showed me the lily
pushing up through the cement,
saying hello to all that sun. And the sun was you
and I was holding your hand and it wasn't busting into a million pieces
and you looked at me there, the field where
Freebird, 1And you are the humming bird, seen forever behind a nude window frame.Freebird, 17 years ago in Other More Like This
You are the gone color splash, already flown
at the creak of a red door. You are the hungry beat of thrummed wingspan
heard through a wall that I press my ear against
without jewelry in the pierce holes.
You pulse outward. The air bows to you,
I toss yarn about your small invisible feet.
Attached is a note
that took me sixteen years to translate. It reads, in bird cursive:
When the bodies talk in five months,
when they move their awed bones
towards your feeder,
will you leave it dripping unfinished business
with your beak?
or will you be
the first free bird
The consequence of sinI saw you leaving church, today...The consequence of sin8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You seem to think you know the way.
But explain some of these things you say
and do on all of these other days?
Do you see this problem that you raise?
I've seen these promises you bring...
But do you hear the words you sing?
Your faith is dangling by a string!
What's left is but a fragile thing:
I'll ask again: Who is your King?
In gain you find your victory:
You've made yourself too blind to see!
What you say and do and know are three
distinguished things; Hypocrisy!
Stop living like a Pharisee,
and prove that you are truly free.
Does it phase you not to see them weep?
You could give, but you'd rather keep
what you don't need! How do you sleep?
...Know that pride is not for sheep, and what you sow is what you reap.
But you are not lost: not yet!
Selfishness isn't worth the bet --
Though the ears this falls on may be deaf,
I'll say this with my dying breath:
. . .The consequence of sin . . .
198819888 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lets start out as a dream
hidden in-between palm folds,
crushing church steeples
and the finger-wings of butterflies
that would soon fade and rise
with the excitement of big city shine.
The birch trees sway, the paper bark
fraying like stewed meat
as the bone is stripped away.
The night watches him hover,
inching in darkness, white noise & sounds
I once used to confess.
Then things happen: boys, glasses askew
& noise a buzz at being called beauty
full head against thighs. Only clothing left to clutch,
the spread of skin as yet untouched. Time has grown.
Rising to my mothers cheek, I turn
only to give a malignant smile.
A high note sung to seven hundred,
tongues beating stage directions
from hoarse throats & costumes clung.
Take a breath, a whistle through the arch of my fingers
pressed against my lips.
The seams of childhood start to sigh.
uneducation of loveand Ive written youuneducation of love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so many letters
in my head,
but my hands
On The Corner of I Don't KnowAll I ever wanted was to go home,On The Corner of I Don't Know7 years ago in Other More Like This
but I met you, a liar covered in pet hair, on the street
and we just looked at each other, angry that this thing had not happened
and for longer.
Eventually we compromised, though most people would call it foolery,
Promises our frail bodies
Anyways I exchanged exactly seven thousand feathers
for seven thousand one
of your scabs. I don't know where they are now. I hope you aren't bleeding,
and can you blame me still caring? Maybe you can.
Maybe you do.
And I thought you were home, I thought your teeth were windowsills,
(your lips were certainly locks I wanted to pick, cabinets I wanted to handle)
I thought your forearms were bedrooms, I thought
that every night after the night we fought,
because we started out as arguing strangers
that you would maybe
rake up my leaves and fall backward into them.
But you were an affair. I sigh with that, beautifully.
catatan subuhsebuah metafora di tengah selembar essay,catatan subuh7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sehisap menthol di pekat asap,
sebersit hangat di pahit espresso,
sekilas jingga di violet jam lima pagi,
dalam satu detik saat buka mata,
apa masih ada emosimu?
marah itu, benci itu, rindu itu?
atau semua lebur,
menjadi satu gumpalan bioplasmik
yang menyerap semua elektron sekitarmu
dan terjadi ledakan bisu di cerebellum mu
dan tanpa sadar...
kamu menjadi pujangga di dalam trance
membuat puisi tanpa berpretensi
melantun diksi yang beriluminasi
di setiap paragraf ceritamu,
di setiap ujung naskah harimu,
yang ada hanya rasa syukur,
untuk 86400 detik yang kamu lewati,
untuk setiap lembar essaymu,
untuk setiap pekat rokokmu,
untuk setiap pahit espressomu,
untuk setiap violet jam 5 pagimu,
dan yang tersisa di ambang lelapmu hanyalah...
terimakasih dan ampuni aku, Tuhan
radar lovedear you,radar love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i like you so much i want you
to snake your arm down my
throat and tug me inside out;
bend down your head to my black
eastern seagull and kiss it, find
my liver and apologise. i want you
to pluck the old snowflakes from
my stomach and watch them spill
across the pub floor.
your hands can live in my jeans
if you want. you can bite down
on my fingers.
life's for the brave, for the people
who aren't afraid to say FUCK and
drink bad beer. so i'm gonna get on
this bus! i'm gonna shave my head!
i'm gonna drink this tequila sunrise
and crane my head to the moon
like its your face in the morning.
it doesn't matter how many secrets
and sad things you put inside a
person; they'll get drunk and throw
it up anyway.
002. Love01.002. Love8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was drunk
on the universe of
He named freckles
on her thighs after
The darkness sank in,
thick and sweet as honey.
She opened her mouth
to lap up the moon.
ClicheMy (convoluted imagery seems out of place; this swirling in my)Cliche8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
heart (upsets my everyday; the momentary crystal of my gathered expectations)
breaks (upon my open hands, yet you don't understand)
I wear (my patchwork cardiac excuse for loving you conspicuous and often, yet the sunlight is)
a mask (over the glow you've painted on my countenance)
You (laugh my dreams away, assuming that my amicable nature is an invitation for the ease)
and (safety of a friendship sailing ever in the shallows; I am beached with thoughts of him or)
me (though you would hardly understand my nautical fixation)
Razor (complications cover happiness, while you glide backwards over ice on sharpened)
blades (figure-eights and icicle charades; I am your frozen lake, watching as you)
cut (and slice your way across my cracked visage)
I need you (pressing down upon me; gravity of beautified existence steals my oxygen)
I can't (
An Equation's TouchThis is the night that I took charge of my own edges.An Equation's Touch7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I poured seven different kitchen spices down my throat and waited.
You came, just as I had dreaded
and hoped for. This made my edges wane,
and grin a little, and fear a little.
So yes, my edges --
which smelled strongly of apples and rain,
and I had cinnamon blood. I burnt the popcorn, sure.
But I was seasoning the day.
I talked quietly some & you leaned in
to hear, something no one else has ever done.
And that scares me.
I cannot make you understand
that scares me.
My elbows were always pinning your delicate hips.
I should know.
They're my elbows. And they were where I wanted them.
Somewhere on the couch, I threw my stomach overboard
and touched the lighthouse of your cheek
for warmth. And to make a point of reaching.
I hope you felt it, but this would be simpler
if you hadn't.
and you and you and youwhat's trying to spill out of meand you and you and you6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is all this emptiness
will be swallowed
Lesson one - Cazilu .:UPDATE:.Nihongo - Lesson OneLesson one - Cazilu .:UPDATE:.7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
This is just a little lesson on the basics of nihongo (Japanese), by Cazilu. If you like them, tell me, I work hard on these! Before we start learning some words, get a notebook, and dedicate it especially to your
Japanese learning. I tell everyone this, but it really does help to have a notebook. I really dont mind if you copy this lesson and print it off, but
sometimes writing things down by hand can help it stick in, so feel free to do both. Also, just reading what I wrote can get a bit tedious. ^^
Okies, so there are four ways to write Japanese: Hiragana; Katana; Kanji, and Romaji. Hiragana is the standard writing system that Japanese words are
written in, Katana is the writing system exclusively for foreign words according to how the Japanese would say then, and Kanji is the system of one character
per word that was imported from China quite a bit back. Youll often see hiragana an
oneone8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to describe your face
from below and to the left,
but you are not lines
you are not bones
a handful of dust
a silver screen movie star.
I feel you only in dreams.
a beaded gown and blue wool suit
we wore last night
as we danced
across the stage of slatted wood
at one point the train of my dress
codename: integritylovecodename: integrity7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is telling someone
a bedtime story
and I'm on
while the words fly out
what taps its
what an accepting
and wonderful breed
spinning in circles
42.1 Standing StillThe world is motion.42.1 Standing Still7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you have granted me insomnia
an endless town of hours
stretched to corners of the stars
a hiccup in my daily breathing
causing dreams to surface in your eyes
We cannot be the same
it seems, in matters of location
though all manner of oration
spans the wintry hours separating we
and with a conscious resolution
eyes are shielded from the dawn
our only respite from activity
for we have witnessed standing still.