TedI dream in cold bloodTed in Free Verse More Like This
where air coagulates
and legs slip
on plastic chairs.
I like the way blond women
paint their toenails red
and wear tiny gold hoops
in their ears.
I can imagine them
on the chairs -
perfectly still as they
run out of things
to say to me.
of the same questions -
and I just make up answers -
things about my mother
and their sons,
stories not found on TV
or in their magazines.
But they leave me gifts -
mementoes, really -
rings from their toes
lips carelessly left behind
on my glasses
and hair -
clips of fake yellow
and that shade of brown
you find underneath sinks.
I keep them all...
And dream in cold blood.
Escape From OzJust a simple girl,Escape From Oz in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
who hates her life in Kansas,
waiting for a house to drop.
The yellow brick road
will take her away from this
in a pair of killer shoes.
Hansel and GretelWhat kind of motherHansel and Gretel in Free Verse More Like This
sends her children out
without their shoes or coats -
nothing but a trail of crumbs
to find their way back home?
They all find their way here.
Maybe it is the scent of holidays
freshly baked inside my kitchen
or the sight of spice drops
glistering in the rampant dusk.
The children like my house -
my rich ginger carpets
so easy to get lost in
and the pink pillows
puffed and glossy with promises.
They do not notice me watching,
how my fingers slip around their wrists
to measure their meager lives
or how I can smell when
they last ate their supper.
They only smile at me
and beg for more chocolate
in greedy little voices
and ask if they can see
what's baking in my oven now.
SeptemberThe summer was so hotSeptember in Free Verse More Like This
the dogs stuck to the sidewalks
with the newspapers
and the black metal cans
everyone left waiting on the curb.
You could smell it
in the glass pitchers
on table tops,
and the sheets that never
dried on the clothes lines;
the canvas beach bags
mothers dragged wearily
across the sand
and the ice cream trucks
melting across the highways.
Children felt it open
up the windows at night
and find a corner
of the bed to smother,
while fathers baited it on hooks
or mowed it down
in flat, dry stripes
as if begging each other
And the crickets just hummed
beneath the corn silk
and the dry mouth
daring the cats to play
hide and seek -
searching for September.
CaulDid you always smile like thatCaul in Free Verse More Like This
I wondered -
something cleft in autumn
like a cider press
or a photograph taken by a stranger
left hanging on the wall?
Did you feel its simplicity surround you -
something caught in moon stones
by the dawning glow
or a picture
painted by your lover
lingering in the hall?
And will you wear it
like a tapestry
something myriad in brightly colored hues
or a shadow
hidden from the others
drifting like a caul?
OrchestraFour a.m is uneasy -Orchestra in Free Verse More Like This
time purloined and left
hanging on the bed posts.
You said I crowd your sleep,
feet and hands slipping cotton,
pulling dreams in paper streams
like the nest of wasps
growing restless in the tree.
Your legs make room for me,
for the sound of weather
happening on the roof,
and warm the space above us,
setting fire to the drapes again.
Just let me feel your clavicle
press under my hips
where daylight squeezes in
and hinges us.
So we both can waken slowly,
you know, like kids in summer
who long for everything to never end
and the sky to be an orchestra
Of Angels, Demons, and LoveI.Of Angels, Demons, and Love in Free Verse More Like This
Hush, don't make a sound.
Let the wind play its lullaby,
for the moon to shine so bright,
and light the way for them
towards the safe haven they share.
Can't you hear them?
They're closeby, listen
to the silence that greets
their arrival tonight.
But maybe, and just maybe
if you listen very carefully,
you might hear their story
being whispered among the trees.
Of a love so legendary,
it could set Heaven ablaze,
of battles so fierce, no one
thought they might cease.
But the fates spoke, and
their hearts met in a single beat.
He was the king of Hell,
A creature of darkness and fear,
His life spent in bloodshed and battles,
never caring for a cry or a plea.
Bathing in a sea of blood and tears.
The king had no weakness to be told
She was a blazing angel of light,
So pure and tender, never knew what hate was like.
Fighting so the Lord's word could prevail,
always aiming towards the dying daylight.
Yet the wheel of time spun, and she fell astray
from the m
LavenderThere's a beggar who sits at the corner of the street where I pass everyday. She's old and wrinkled, and a little child usually sits on her lap and calls her grandma. It's freezing this winter, but she's always in this long worn out, crimson gown and a thin head cover, sometimes a knitted, old jacket, but the child wears a pink coat that looks kinda warm.Lavender in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Everyday this woman and child sit through hours of people walking by begging for some money to buy some food.
The child is barely four.
the woman is possibly sixty, yet she has enough reasons to make the little child laugh, every single day.
StalkerI'm stalking you,Stalker in Free Verse More Like This
I'll hide in your arteries,
in the soft pinch that doesn't hurt,
but stings nonetheless.
I'll hunt your blood cells,
and slowly change their type
into a majestic 'J'.
Yet I have to admit,
it's tiring to bless billions each night,
it'd be easier to turn your heart to crust,
and spread my poison through your veins
and wait for you to declare your love,
only to deliver a final stab that'd put you at ease.
I'm the reflection in your mirror,
the curves of your shadow,
and the mocking voice
at the other end of the line,
who lets you know that
the number you're calling
is no longer in use.
I'm in the nightmares that kills your sleep,
and the squares of your silky tie.
In the extra sweet tea you keep drinking,
and the little deaf cat you adopted for my sake.
It's really hard to run, you know.
Yet my dear love,
I am in no mood to wait for long,
so let me hide under your ribs
and teach you how to hea
Teddy bearBecause it's not allowedTeddy bear in Free Verse More Like This
for a guy to hug a teddy bear,
they'd nailed it into his head
that it'd make him less of a man.
He simply hugs his pillow at night,
he holds it so tight it'd probably choke
while he welcomes its cold embrace.
He holds it against his chest,
and sometimes wraps it with his arms
as he stirs from side to side.
It's the secret only he knows,
for his pillow tonight
will be the love he had lost.
If I CouldIf I could,If I Could in Free Verse More Like This
I'd climb over the walls of fate,
pick your days one by one,
make sure they're filled
with happiness and joy.
If I could,
I'd go to the farthest shrine.
The top of the highest mountain,
and steal two clouds out of heaven
only to place them as pillows under your head.
If I could,
I'd fill your bed with rose petals,
break a thousand bottles of perfume,
and offer you a small jar that holds
the scent of earth after the first rain.
It's as simple as such,
my gifts will never be
in the hands of another,
For you're the one I call love.
Dear little oneBe still tormented little boy,Dear little one in Free Verse More Like This
she's the one for you but
you can no longer call her name.
All your dreams have burned and expired
and you hate to go to sleep
not to see her haunt your nights
and revive a hope you tried hard to purge.
Everyday starts the same,
a quiet, innocent hey, but
behind it there's a ton
of words you no longer speak.
You took an unspoken vow
to keep it buried deep below
and pretend things are okay.
There are days when it hurts
too much to hold back the truth,
and you can't deal with the lump that lurks in your throat.
Oh little boy you wonder if she knows
how much you struggle
to keep your smile burning across your lips,
or how many times you swallow
your pride not to stir a war.
Maybe you're obsessed by now
and she's only playing along,
out of pity because you've lost it all.
DethronedI have created Eden, through the strokes of my pen,Dethroned in Free Verse More Like This
But it was made of promises, and angels
That were too fragile to hold the weight of our sins.
You were my goddess, on a throne made of dreams.
Which you were probably
They didn't glimmer and shine
like the diamonds decorating your rings.
They were the hopes of a man
So madly in love, but you poured poison into his heart
And so he rotted, each time you gifted him with a kiss.
Love Potion #9It comes in a sealed bottleLove Potion #9 in Free Verse More Like This
of pure crimson, and
smells like a meadow of flowers
blooming in an eternal spring.
But there's also a warning,
a dark one that speaks a harsh truth
'in case of failing: frustration,
heartache and heartbreak,
depression and suicide
are side effects to be on the lookout for.'
Mors RosisIt was a single eveningMors Rosis in Free Verse More Like This
that perished with the wind,
then she decided to delay love
until roses are stripped of thorns,
and her home is washed of sorrow.
Maybe she'll be able to drink
her glass of sadness without added sugar,
and she'll simply hang her heart
from a noose in the ceiling.