y despues...nadaSe siente viscoso
y sin pensarlo demasiado lo ahogo
O al menos eso intento
pero ahogarlo no le calla.
Se siente mas fuerte,
me irrita, me enoja
No se muestra, le gusta esconderse
Siempre entre LINEAS
Siempre entre MIRADAS escondidas
¿Qué buscas? ¿Qué busco?
¿Nos buscamos? ¿Se Buscan?
Todo aquello carece de sentido
dreamssave up my money,dreams in Free Verse More Like This
rent a room, and hop a plane.
find where youre staying,
find a bench, a curb,
concrete, doesnt matter,
lay there and listen to that place.
hours, doesnt matter.
some point youd come walking back,
see me and smile,
and id grin like a madman.
but im sitting here.
and ill still be here.
ill throw away that dream because
itll never happen.
i lack the reason for my reason.
just another sucker
with great expectations.
Mr. Townsendcan i meet you?Mr. Townsend in Free Verse More Like This
can i shake your hand?
can i hug you and
what your music has done for me?
can i tell you that
youve saved my life
more times than i
care to remember?
can i tell you what its like to know
im not alone in
things i cant explain?
can i thank you
for all the work that
can you tell me its alright?
can i break down and
get it out like
i only can through
can you explain why
it effects me
can i say that
i love you
for helping me through?
the Pessimistremember all the peoplethe Pessimist in Free Verse More Like This
cared about you?
it was all
236there's such a specific sound236 in Free Verse More Like This
that drags up these emotions,
and i can't place it in
the spectrum of sound-to-color
but the effect is
that feeling of complete
something is missing and
are damned for eternity
for your grand waste.
you will not be forgiven
no matter how much you beg
you may not repent
you may not repeal
the circle waits for you, son.
you'll be cast into fire
where no one is waiting.
please, help me.
statici fell hopelessly in lovestatic in Free Verse More Like This
with static electricity.
i dont know how, why,
or even if its possible,
but i fell in love with static electricity.
feel it in that
fleeting instant of pure joy,
please dont go
but ultimately, i knew it wouldnt work.
i think i
always knew, really.
just that my hope got the best of me,
holding out for that chance.
i had to sit myself down
nothing good can
ever come of this.
youre in love with
something that could never
love you back,
you love an impossibility.
its time to move on.
and i did.
i broke up with that thought
and carried on.
every now and then,
ill feel that spark
three generationsthree generations ofthree generations in Free Verse More Like This
arrogant ugly idiot people
hit the store like
a massive disease,
the years yielding more
and i feel my eyes
start to bubble.
while im aching to scream,
they never relent
and i hate them,
in one brief encounter,
i hate them more than
i ever thought i could,
and they leave,
having eaten my samples,
given my pretzels to the
ugly child to keep him content,
having only purchased one soda,
having given me a dollar
in return for my unnecessary
i wanted to scream,
i wanted to thrash them,
beat down until my
knuckles are bloody pulp and exposed bone,
i wanted to scream,
and i still want to scream,
and i wont
and i feel like theyve won.
done dealeyes dry and itchy fromdone deal in Free Verse More Like This
allergies and the fan,
i toy briefly with
the idea of
plucking them out,
sliding my fingers
around the sockets with
just enough pressure til they
out of my head
like the worlds worst
i shut off the fan
why i taste blood
when i cough.
306try to tell me i'm not that bad -306 in Free Verse More Like This
go ahead -
and i'll let the miles of laughter
speak for me.
gratuitous daytime naptime
high time to
wipe the spit from your eye
and feed me a spine -
grow up big and strong
kill your big brother.
402all this time and still writing.402 in Free Verse More Like This
must be nearly halfway there
by now, right?
doesn't feel like it.
feels like there's so much more,
feels like there's so much already
down that shouldn't be,
that should be replaced by
earned the right
to be part of the whole!
arm is shaking,
music is blaring,
it's too soon!
Can You Hear That Sound?Can you hear that sound? It's tearing me apart,Can You Hear That Sound? in Free Verse More Like This
Holding my hand with a smile caused the start,
I make you laugh, I love that noise,
I juggle my reflection and yours, the unseen toys,
You state that I'm funny, a perception is found,
I attempt to believe however am distracted by a sound,
I close my eyes as you lean in for a kiss,
To trust the emotion you try to prove, my wish,
You state that I'm warm and caring, I stare at the ground,
I attempt to believe however am distracted by a sound,
Holding my naked body, I slowly turn my head,
Questioning actions done and words said,
You state that I'm sexually attractive, bodies bound,
I attempt to believe however am distracted by a sound,
I hide a tear when you speak of your niece, she has grown,
I resultantly see my future; I've killed that sound for I am alone,
You state that I'm nurturing, a son or daughter to be found,
I attempt to believe however am distracted by an aging sound,
Self harm scars remain trapped under clothes when you say; mak
Following SilenceTears fall down my face of time, having lost someone that with me did care,Following Silence in Free Verse More Like This
A lack of evolution made our relationship easier; now scream it's unfair,
Without fear my eyes would open,
Following silence, precious thoughts spoken,
Ignorance allowed a youthful appreciation, we're the same,
I hugged my friend, to admit as a teenager; a shame,
The first friend that I would hold,
The first anger, disapproval sold,
Walking around naked I had nothing to hide,
Understandings limited b age, you stood on my side,
You're my first friend, the symbol of trust,
My first kiss you wear, youthful lust,
We shared the same pillow, it was our bed,
Despite the fact, I only heard what you said,
You were disabled, never did you move,
I believed in you, you had nothing to prove,
You were a living tissue, my tears did fall,
An abusive step father, to hug my, you wouldn't stall,
You were a living punching bag, one rule,
The mentally unstable mother and bullies at school,
I did cry, you aid I didn't need to preten
The Day My Teddy DiedAll I really want, to challenge a planted seed,The Day My Teddy Died in Free Verse More Like This
Sucking my mothers breast, the taught feed,
Flavours limited, too the thought,
An instinct done once is now caught,
An area of rudeness, my penis I hide,
Father stated, to hide is both a right and pride,
Use to my body of a routine then a scare,
The unseen history then the appearance of a hair,
From running under sprinklers naked, now rude,
From having emotions to now, challenging ones mood,
Dad would drive the vehicle, a left beyond the next tree,
I open my eyes and accept the driver, it's me,
Books had more pictures, poorly drawn,
Now books just have text, yesterday torn,
Mile from a bottle, two hands to hold,
Now McDonalds, my drink once sold,
A fish would swim, would live in the sea,
Now a fishing rod, it must hide from me,
A tree dares, climb me and reach the top,
Houses, furniture and land, a tree is a crop,
Killing someone use to be a computer game,
Now the solider has a family, we became the same,
Hugging my teddy, limited underst
The Hand Of DepressionI am the collision of fear and pride,The Hand Of Depression in Free Verse More Like This
A thought pattern to keep to one side,
I am the strength behind your confusion,
The unseen cast member supporting the illusion,
I am the thought that stems from an emotion,
The unbalanced action created by a notion,
I am the emotion that stems from a thought,
The unseen enemy, thus you have never fought,
The chemical process that dictates life,
The reason for tears, the reaction of your wife,
The statue of sand you can't forgive,
The innocent laughter coming from your kid,
The unlabelled luggage you were forced to bring,
The husband standing silently tapping his wedding ring,
The illusion you can feel,
Holding clouds you state this is real,
The odour you can smell,
Holding beliefs, the ones you can't sell,
The sound that you can hear,
Holding pills to battle their fear,
The sight that makes you stay,
A councillor that fails, begins to pray,
I am the trigger, one step before your action,
I am automatic, an instant attraction,
I am the collision of f
A Word That Loses Ite MeaningAge determines ones perception, it a bird or a dove?A Word That Loses Ite Meaning in Free Verse More Like This
More information thus labels are collected, life then you question the above,
A child stands confident of what they know,
The parens stands questioning, why is their speech so slow,
The gap between a decision and the initial thought,
The difference between accepting and challenging the ideas that were caught,
Assumed intelligence or self doubt of a mind,
To continue searching or to give up once you find,
A teenage brain sits, watching father hug mother,
The word love is used, the connection of finding another,
A kiss is shared, an expression behind the embrace,
The difference between sexual relief and the conclusion of a lovers race,
A closed door, the child can no longer see,
However creates ideas, when in love that will be me,
The teenager finds another undeveloped mind,
An attraction of appearances, there unaware of what they find,
They see their parents as the stranger shares a smile,
After just weeks of dating, the relationship
Shaking In The HeatSitting on this moving train I notice something I can't bare,Shaking In The Heat in Free Verse More Like This
Movement beyond my control, to me; a situation that is rare,
Moving forward, moving back,
Confidence is a prize that I lack,
I didn't see that this I would become,
I have achieved anything except being someone,
I reach for my tobacco and a paper,
Hiding behind the person in front feels safer,
Filters are next, these chemicals I combine,
I fail, I wish I could rewind,
I hope this faceless judgement can forgive,
My failures, small through to big,
My perception comes from my childhood,
Choosing could over should,
Why do I shake?
This cigarette can make,
Sitting on this moving train I notice something I can't bare,
The train doesn't cause me to shake,, it's the passengers that stare.
Lost Within ViewBeneath labels and connected behaviours, I lay covered,Lost Within View in Free Verse More Like This
The death of my mother, now by the grim reaper I am mothered,
Life is time; I'm just beyond a measurement,
I am a bias enemy, indirect resentment,
I am the hidden item in the lost tomb,
I am the invisible sight, lost within my bedroom,
I want acknowledgment, but don't ask for,
For the voice I seek may attack my core,
The needle at the bottom of the haystack,
The outline of an image hidden within in the black,
The cause of disagreements, the eventual fight,
The outline of an image hidden within in the white,
Can you see the other side of the wall?
The distant face, a reason for a stall,
Can you hear the sound within silence?
The distant ear, provoking indirect silence,
Can you smell a sent beyond you?
The distant nose, searching for a que,
Beneath labels and connected behaviours, I lay covered,
The person within sight waiting to be discovered.
When Shadows CryTrapped between moving walls, I cry,When Shadows Cry in Free Verse More Like This
As the people in the photos wave good bye,
A mother lost within justified drug abuse,
A path I followed, memories that must reduce,
The impact they create, the smile they steal,
I want to contemplate however can only feel,
A father, standing next to a policeman,
His label became a lie, from his voice I ran,
His impact, a taught behaviour to bleed,
He was the farmer; I live as his seed,
Half siblings stand and point,
Judging my bong as they hide their joint,
As blood and water assume priority, I fall,
With those memories, I relive with a stall,
The physical memories allows an emotion to be found,
Like my knife, I scream without a sound,
Jealously surfaces, each drop of blood has no fear,
Unlike their siblings; each transparent tear,
I fear reality, each untrustworthy friend,
I take pleasure with my death if it's a controlled end,
Trapped between moving walls, I cry,
I take pleasure with pain, with that I can try.
Powerful MindMy mind is powerful thus leading,Powerful Mind in Free Verse More Like This
My last attempt; pleading,
My skin is open,
Soft words are spoken,
A weapon hides,
Confusion of blame, both sides,
One part resists the lies,
Tears are evident, falling from isolated eyes,
Reality with, I am in touch,
Trapped thoughts, it's too much,
A closed door helps me protect,
From living memories, with use of marijuana to forget,
I let go, those memories are trapped by the door,
Knowing a possible future, growing in to a law,
My mind is powerful thus leading,
Here me, this is the last time, I'm bleeding.
Graveyard Of Your ShoulderPleasures use to be felt with an empty home,Graveyard Of Your Shoulder in Free Verse More Like This
Then entered a positive voice, a reminder that I'm not alone,
A stranger at first, the possible crime,
Then the support aging with time,
You became the worker, rules of the system,
You became the ears that would willingly listen,
You became the foundation of law,
You became the eyes that saw through to my core,
Memories lived, we reminisce in that flood,
The sight of a knife, the sight of my blood,
The characteristic of depression,
Become medicine questioning the start of an infection,
I cry tears that fail to hit the ground,
A grave on your shoulder, my tears are bound,
My tears collide with your clothing, we lay to rest,
You are my conclusion, never to test,
I communicate with you no way another can,
You create a distraction of if and man,
My friend you remain when my parents go out,
You are the face that remains when I shout,
The noise hidden within the silence,
The only awareness of self harm, perceptions violence,
The tree that stands f
NaPoWriMo: Day 2sometimes,NaPoWriMo: Day 2 in Free Verse More Like This
i have this
sudden urge to cut
most of the time,
i just wish I were anything
other than me.
a rocket ship, a bird-
the sweet flavored smoke
I promised my girlfriend
these briar patch lungs
would not in.hale.
i have fallen in love
with the strangest of things-
eyes that intimidate
the way my scars
play hide and seek
with her hands. -
the love letters
that start and end
pressed against limbs.
i make promises
i know i can not keep.
but if i were a liar
i would say i was tired
of writing to the stars.
NaPoWriMo: Day 10 Have you ever been so cold, Sweetheart,NaPoWriMo: Day 10 in Free Verse More Like This
your knees q u a k e d like that Jenga piece
that buckled just before your whole foundation
& no matter
how many times
I've restarted your heart,
one would think
I'd grow tired,
I'm still writing you in poetry
(in the most inappropriate of places.)
You forced yourself beneath my blades
& my fingertips,
Licking unstable knees,
you were death on my tongue:
angry apricot eyes, unforgivable sin
scaring my limbs &
haunting my dreams.
& I'd still try to save your fucking life.
NaPoWriMo: Day 4I might have a scrappers knees,NaPoWriMo: Day 4 in Free Verse More Like This
wildflowers growing on my knuckles,
& I might remind you of every nasty thing
you ever did,
but I don’t see you in my mirror.
I just have the right
to hate my own face.
I think this hitchhiker’s heart
is breaking &
I don’t have the medical skill-
or the time
to suture the pieces
back together again.
August Lover,I want to wrap myself in your air,August Lover, in Free Verse More Like This
hold your secrets between my
ribcage-embrace & just
No wander about it, just lust.You were a mid-morning train wreck,No wander about it, just lust. in Free Verse More Like This
the embodiment of poetry.
& my clavicles whispered too many nothings
about your summer storm hands,
folding like paper cranes
to make wishes upon themselves.
wishes are for the weak-
do something about this quaking heart
& freezing fingers.
I think I found God then,
NaPoWriMo: Day 8I was toldNaPoWriMo: Day 8 in Free Verse More Like This
to slice through the thickest
of scar tissue this evening.
Let all my inner demons
fall to the floor
& write them out
in my own black blood.
It’s not red anymore,
even though needles
& the bruises
laid out like war-lands
on my arms
I don’t think it ever was,
My mind is a mess
of free versed insecurities,
cat’s eye marbles,
& untamed forest fires-
I still don’t have the nerve
to slice open my skin
& bleed for her.
NaPoWriMo: Day 9More respectNaPoWriMo: Day 9 in Free Verse More Like This
for hungry lions,
doesn’t want to write this poem.
As she forgets how to use words
(on most days,)
relying on curses
like casting some witch's spell-
with only ten dollars to her name.
The oldest daughter:
she’s still somewhere in the middle,
because they had no other way
to categorize her.
Getting her first gravestone at three-
not to the gods,
but to the lily stargazers
in her palms.
she would become a bird,
& never come back.
She doesn’t want her death
laid out like a fast-food
how does she begin to explain
cultivating in her breastbone?
I am trying to be honest,but I write so fucking floweryI am trying to be honest, in Free Verse More Like This
it makes me sick,
rose scented stars & love.
Her: helpless as a lamb,
I want raw, aching
bone against bone
exploring the exposed, naked
poetry of her universe-
( warm, celestial hands
forging sandcastle ribs. )
Southern earth beneath her feet,
wanderlust burned like Apollo's touch
into her spinal cord, please awaken
the empty space between her skin
where...where have i beenwhere... in Free Verse More Like This
where am i going
its no different either time
what have i done
what am i doing
nothing changes but the date
when one wonders
where the mind has been
there are no other questions to ask
i sit in a shallow hollow
in the dark recesses of my mind
i go where i please and do what i do
i travel endlessly
to the farthest corners
yet i never leave where i am
i am with you
as you are with me
but we are never together
when you dream of me
as I dream of you endlessly
there is nothing that can keep us apart
if i were young...i remember brighter days when i was youngerif i were young... in Free Verse More Like This
when all was good and right with the world
walking the beach in search of treasure
and spending time exploring life
as i have grown older the clouds have come
and cast gray shadows over the landscape
nothing seems fulfilling at all anymore
the seas are covered by whitecaps
life does not offer joy anymore
just tedious actions to do over and over
if i was young again i would embark on a different road
one full of challenges and exotic adventures
to go back to the days of my aimless youth
i would give anything to stat over once again
the same...i know that todaythe same... in Free Verse More Like This
will be just yesterday
all over again
the clouds that forever
cast shadows over my life
are always above me
i always await
the sun to break through
and cast its light on me
there is never any end
to the continuous storms
that pervades my being
once one dark period ends
another takes its place
in an never ending cycle
tomorrow shall be the
same as today
full of dark clouds and gray skies
this game...where would i be if i were free to feelthis game... in Free Verse More Like This
if i wasnt hampered by mental stumbling blocks
or words being strangled and garbled in my throat
why am i always compromised by genetics
if i could just be myself, whoever that may be
i could go out and conquer the entire world
or maybe just be able to change a small part of it
a part that would lie within my line of sight
if i could cast myself free of these controlling genes
maybe then i would be accepted by society
but i have to play the cards that i have been dealt
i have to always find a way out of these losing hands
i am always up against staggering odds
with never a chance to convert to a winning hand
and as continuous losses roll one into another
i almost always feel beat down by life itself
this losing hand was dealt to me at birth
but no warning label was affixed to it
it was only through continuous trial and error
that i was to find that i never had a chance of succeeding
there will finally come a time when i shall make a choice
choices...constantly walking through quicksandchoices... in Free Verse More Like This
life has become an endless struggle
between questions that demand an answer
do i try to maintain this façade that was created
to fool all those around me into thinking
that all things are well and right with the world
or should i quickly succumb to the things
which have made by life nothing but a living hell
from every waking moment until i lay down my head
there is nothing in my life that holds any promise
these demons which control my mind
will always constantly be an integral part of me
there will never be any respite from this struggle
i will always be controlled by thoughts that
always grow forth of their own accord
i am always searching for the answers
to quite unanswerable questions
it is just a daily battle that i live with
has my life reached its highest pinnacle
is there nothing left for me to do
what choices have been left to me now
breathe...all i can do is breathebreathe... in Free Verse More Like This
it is what constitutes
the biggest part of my life
at times this reflexive action
is all that separates me
from the hereafter
i am barely hanging on to life
cocooned in these blankets
i cannot escape depressions grip
an overflowing ashtray
and an empty jug
are all the signs that i live
the phone never rings
for i am eternally alone
no knocks can be heard from the door
if i could but break deaths grip
i could arise once again
but i do not have the strength
there is but one action
to escape this insanity
and that action is to run
curtain call...it is only just a matter of timecurtain call... in Free Verse More Like This
months, weeks or even days
before the next big step is here
that one final show stopping tune
to be belted out to a sold out crowd
to hold that final note forever
it is only just a matter of time
before i hear the audiences collective gasp
and see the look of horror on their faces
will it take forever to reach this point
how long must i wait to muster the courage
for this one final curtain call to occur
the end result...i sleepthe end result... in Free Verse More Like This
is there a difference
is it the same thing
is it time to run away
is it ever going to end
is the outcome the same
is it worth the pain
is the final verdict worth it
shhh ... i have a secretShhh I have a secretshhh ... i have a secret in Free Verse More Like This
Im 9 years old and I have a secret
But you mustnt tell anyone
My cousin Ray does things to me
But I dont know what you would call them
I am only 9 years old
He makes me do things to him too
But shhh dont tell anyone
Im not supposed to tell anyone the secret
Because if I do he says hell hurt me
But how much more can he hurt me
I am only 9 years old
And shhh I have a secret
You wont tell cousin Ray that I told you
Because he said hed hurt Pinky
Thats my bunny that my Papa bought for me
I dont want my bunny hurt
So I keep keeping the secret
Except I told you and you cant tell
Because youre only a piece of paper
And paper cant talk
desires...i thirstdesires... in Free Verse More Like This
for your port wine
whose taste still
lingers in my memory
to feel your heart
flutter and beat
for that certain look
in your sea green eyes
and watch the flames
burn for me
to run my hands
down your belly
and feel your body
quiver in pleasure
the feel of another
against this warm
flesh of mine
Ein Leben ohne LiebeEin Leben ohne LiebeEin Leben ohne Liebe in Free Verse More Like This
Was ist ein Leben ohne Liebe wert?
Ich frage mich oft, kann ein Mensch
der nie in seinen Leben geliebt hat,
von sich behaupten ein glückliches Leben
geführt zu haben?
Es gibt Menschen, die haben Millionen auf dem Konto.
Sie können sich Alles leisten was ihr Herz begehrt.
Doch ihr Herz ist kalt und leer weil keine Liebe in ihm ist.
Glaubst du, dass es glückliche Menschen sind?
Ich selber besitze keine Millionen,
bin eher reich an Schulden.
Aber ich fühle mich trotzdem nicht arm,
weil mein Herz reich an Liebe ist.
Für mich ist Liebe das höchste Gut
was ich haben kann im Leben.
Denn für mich ist ein Leben ohne Liebe nicht lebenswert!
Liebe und SexualitaetLiebe und SexualitätLiebe und Sexualitaet in Free Verse More Like This
Der Leib wird wieder geschätzt.
Unser Leib ist kein Esel,
aber auch keine Puppe zum Verhätscheln.
Mit dem Leib sind wir einander nahe,
können wir einander begegnen
in Freude und Freundschaft.
Ohne Leib sind wir nirgendwo.
Ein Glück dass die Sexualität aus der Dunkelkammer
der Tabus herausgeholt wurde.
Sexualität ist etwas sehr Menschliches,
wertvoll für die Entfaltung des Menschen.
Sexualität ist eine seltsame Macht!
Die durch Missbrauch zu Verwirrung
und Angst führt.
Sexueller Missbrauch kann sehr große Narben auf der Seele hinterlassen.
Wird Sexualität aber verdrängt,
führt sie zu Unruhe.
Der Leib verlangt nach Erfüllung.
Sicherlich, von sich aus bietet sie keine Geborgenheit.
Die schönste menschliche Sexualität finden wir in einem Klima der Liebe.
Diese Sexualität ist nur dann voller Freude:
wenn die Luft voller Liebe ist,
wenn die Hände keine Greifzangen sind,
sondern Zeichen von inniger Zartheit,
wenn der Leib voller Seele ist,
frei von Ängsten.
Hold meHold meHold me in Free Verse More Like This
(to my love)
when the mourning comes
when the dark shadows are coming
when I fall
when I have the feeling not to be myself
when I am in fear of loosing myself
even when all the tears are coming, that I was never able to cry
even when all the cries are coming, that I never yelled
Hold me simply very strong!
Because in your arms...
I take the comfort that I need
the sun comes to my heart
the light turns on in my soul
I am feeling safe
I feel that I am alive and real
I am able to be myself
finds the child in me all the comfort that it never gets
Because in your arms...
Because in your arms I am happy!
Love gives it only in vainLove gives it only in vainLove gives it only in vain in Free Verse More Like This
I must say to you still times:
The luck much to do does not have with
wealth and possession.
It never comes by postal cheque
or is on the current account.
To buy you know maintenance
and leisure activities.
But a content free heart,
you only joy to gives
which you have,
you cannot buy that,
never and nowhere.
It is priceless!
FruehlingFrühlingFruehling in Free Verse More Like This
Sich fangen lassen
vom Licht, diesem Wunder
und vom Leben.
Sieh die Lerche,
wie sie hoch am Himmel singt!
Weißt du warum?
Weil sie keine Miete zahlen muss!
Siehe in den Himmel und singe,
weil die Sonne umsonst für dich scheint!
Tu etwas fuer dein GesichtTu etwas für dein GesichtTu etwas fuer dein Gesicht in Free Verse More Like This
Vergiss nicht das dein Gesicht
für Andere bestimmt ist,
dass andere es anschauen müssen
und das nichts so widerwärtig ist,
als stundenlang und tagelang
in ein muffiges, missmutiges Gesicht zu sehen.
Dein Gesicht ist mehr:
mehr als eine schöne Fassade,
mehr als ein Aushängeschild,
mehr als eine Visitenkarte.
Tu etwas für dein Gesicht
nicht nur deinetwegen,
um dich selbst im Spiegel schön zu finden,
sondern vor allem wegen der Anderen.
Die beste Gesichtspflege heißt nicht:
Augenbrauen zupfen und nachziehen,
Liedschatten auftragen und die Wimpern tuschen,
Rouge auf die Wangen geben
und die Lippen rot anmalen.
Tu etwas für dein Geschickt von innen:
Fröhlichkeit in deine Augen legen
und ein Leuchten.
Dem Mund entspannen und lächeln.
Ein freundliche Gesicht machen.
Das geht, wenn du Hausputz hältst,
Hausputz des Herzen:
ausfegen, was da wurmt und grämt,
ausräumen, was da gemeckert und bemäkelt wird.
Was hat der Kram mit deinem Glück zu
Nichts ist ohne Sinn Nichts ist ohne SinnNichts ist ohne Sinn in Free Verse More Like This
Meine Augen sind da für das Licht,
für das Grün des Frühlings, für das Weiß des Schnees,
für das Grau der Wolken und das Blau des Himmels,
für die Sterne in der Nacht.
Und für das unglaubliche Wunder,
dass es so viele wunderbare Menschen um mich gibt.
Mein Mund ist da für das Wort,
für eine gutes Wort, auf das einer wartet.
Meine Lippen sind da für den Kuss.
und meine Hände, um zärtlich zu sein,
um einen Armen Brot und Trost zu geben.
Und meine Füße, um den Weg zum Nächsten zu gehen.
Mein Herz für die Liebe, für die Wärme,
für die, die in Einsamkeit und Kälte leben.
Ohne Liebe bin ich nirgends.
Ohne Sinn ist nichts.
Alles hat eine tiefe Bedeutung.
Warum bin ich dann nicht glücklich?
Sind meine Augen zu?
Ist mein Mund bitter?
Sind meine Hände herzlose "Greifzangen"?
Oder ist mein Herz vertrocknet?
Weiß ich denn nicht,
dass ich für die Freude gemacht bin?
Halt michHalt michHalt mich in Free Verse More Like This
(an meine Liebe)
wenn die Trauer kommt
wenn die dunklen Schatten kommen
wenn ich falle
wenn ich das Gefühl habe nicht mehr ich selbst zu sein.
wenn ich Angst habe mich zu verlieren.
auch dann wenn all die Tränen kommen, die ich nie weinen konnte.
auch dann wenn all die Schreie kommen, die ich nie geschrieen habe.
Halt mich einfach ganz fest!
Denn in deinen Armen...
finde ich den Trost den ich brauche
kehrt die Sonne in meinem Herzen ein
geht das Licht in meiner Seele an
fühle ich mich sicher
fühle ich das ich lebe und das ich wirklich bin
kann ich ich sein
findet das Kind in mir all den Trost den es nie bekommen hat.
Denn in deinen Armen...
Denn in deinen Armen bin ich glücklich!
A better piece of earthA better piece of earthA better piece of earth in Free Verse More Like This
To be human! A decent fellow!
Being a fellow human being!
That is most important in this world.
But who cares?
To be a good fellow requires many:
basicly, compassionateness, friendly and
voluntary willingness to serve this world.
Together with a certain amount
of forget about yourself!
But who is really keen on this?
Such things are ever out of season!
That is not our fancy!
There is a loud call for
a new society a better world.
But you can rarely hear
something about a rethinking.
Therefore the monologues about
renewing the society and structural changes
get stuck in the air!
They become implausible and the people
overlook them in their everyday lifes.
The big world takes only a gander at the would-be big things!
For the things that develop an appeal in the modern value scale.
Top rated are career, prestige, assets and fortune.
Low rated are: to be decent
to be a fellow human being
Time to be happyTime to be happyTime to be happy in Free Verse More Like This
Hello dear Reader,
take yourself time to be happy!
You are a living miracle,
real on this earth!
You are unique, inimitable & distinctive!
Is that in your head?
Why are you not astonished?
Why are you unable to admire?
Are you not happy with yourself
and with all the others around?
Do you take it for granted to be alive?
Appears it naturally to you
to get time to sing and dance
and time to be happy?
Why should you waste your time with mindless money-hunt?
Why should you distress yourself in heaps about the things of tomorrow and ahead?
Why should you squabble, bore another?
Why should you live in mindless hustle?
Why should you sleep when the sun shines?
You should take time to be happy!
Time isn't a highway between cradle and grave,
but a place to park in the sun!
Be happy today!
Unchain your heart!
Your zest for life and your luck
don't have to be addicted to
thousand and one nothingness...
.we buy flowers. in Free Verse More Like This
just to watch them wither and die
just to see their once velvet petals
give up and fall
to the windowsill below
.i talk to life while. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
death stands behind, trying to
get my attention
.you said november was a. in Free Verse More Like This
kick in the teeth
and life goes on
get over it
and i thought god
now i know how the birds feel
lying dead on my kitchen floor
.there's no point. in Free Verse More Like This
in leaving the chrysalis
if you've got
no desire to fly
.all we are is cheap. in Free Verse More Like This
goldfish drowning in
the ocean, birds that forget how to
flap their wings, mid-flight
the artistthere is a colour in my brain, I write the word colour,the artist in Free Verse More Like This
I ramble through a box of crayons from years ago, I touch robin's eggs, I
see a colour and name it peace or maybe war
I drop my pen and come up with a paintbrush, I think desire and watch the
wings of a pelican change colour in the sky, disappear, flash back, think of
a day, black and white,
I read about a flower that is yellow, but I
don't want yellow, I want the sun against my skin, the colour that
an exhale makes in the summer when everyone tells me you cannot see your
in the summer, there is a trembling in my yellow, there is a quickness
in my breath and you cannot paint quickness, you cannot write
LazarusI came out of the darkness talking, talking, spilling words to cover the sharp edge of panic, speaking so I didn’t howl at the chaos, at the fingers grasping at the corners of my shivering mind, so I didn’t weep or beg or have to listen to the barrage of voices harshly shouting me down, muzzling me into silence,Lazarus in Free Verse More Like This
the high, trembling voice of a wide-eyed nurse – it’s not English. You’re not speaking English!
echoing silence and all my swallowed words tasting like copper pennies in the back of my throat, and a scream shattering the silence, an endless violence I could not crawl away from, the despairing sound, turning liquid from my bloody throat, and when I swallow hard I know that foreign sound is mine, I cannot recognize my own voice but when the darkness comes I fall keenly into its grasp.
The second time I surface the tubes are back down my throat, I have swallowed my screams so completely I swallow my breath and swallowed down the dark with sheer
they'll get it right this timeImpossible demands, like holdthey'll get it right this time in Free Verse More Like This
still and stop throwing up and
It can't be a hallucination when
the pretty doctor's hair in her eyes, the nurses'
finger-bruises laddering my skin,
the wet pillow.
How sometimes the only power
is crying, noisy-soft, the waves of blood
gurgling sickly from lips
until someone decides, stop,
The army retreats and a quiet woman
spends the next hour wiping blood
off my shaking body.
The next day in the ambulance
to the next hospital, bigger and better,
dried red flakes sift from my hair
and I am afraid.
there are more important thingsWithout a voice to speak the world is suddenly strange.there are more important things in Free Verse More Like This
My memory closes over me like a wave, merciful darkness, and this time
no one to tell me the story of pain.
The next time I surface I am on the 3rd floor of the local hospital
and I am home, here
the nurses are both kind and fierce
and if you choose a therapist, they unlock one of the many rooms
to trees or rivers or dim silence and here there are no clocks to watch
and no one disputes my vow of silence,
until Polly brings me a slip of paper with the name Rhiannon,
and I love you
and I realize then there are more important things than words,
there is a phone number waiting before I ever arrived
and a woman who can’t wait for my call,
no matter what language I show up speaking.
a second opinionSuddenlya second opinion in Free Verse More Like This
I begin to feel, I write poems
in the first person, I am
inhabiting my body,
I want to weep with joy,
am overcome -
reread books, listen to music that
rocks gently against my heart.
My heart, the timer that ticks away in the slow-waking
hours, time folding into a crease at 3 A.M.
dry-swallowing the pills and studying the currents of the
ceiling before sleep comes like a wave
to claim the body.
her goddess voiceWhen you read to me nowher goddess voice in Free Verse More Like This
it’s only Winamp
and the hum of your AC,
the dripping pipes in the basement
where I curl around my computer,
marvel over life before filesharing
keyboards, instant word-thought-
But the echoing leaky pipes have
the music of all water, a wandering
river in summer,
when you read me poetry or sometimes
sing in Spanish, your voice shakes off
her laughing, human edge. You caress
the word, god, as if you knew him
and his dark secrets; devil is smooth
and fierce. They are players on your stage,
this must be what all the texts mean when
they grandly claim the big picture
and immediately follow with, a personal relationship,
I never knew Christ or whether he was
half-in and half-out, or fascinated by human dramas,
whether he saw anyone as clearly as you do
and loved them because of it,
but when you tell me you are writing
religion, I am silent
untitled from the lost weeks - version III'm not that girl anymore,untitled from the lost weeks - version II in Free Verse More Like This
lost in the cornfields,
waiting to be hurt.
You live the only way you know how
until one day, maybe,
you wake up.
See there are people who will love you
or conditions. You learn
a new way to love yourself,
the way your life flutters out behind you
like an unraveled scarf -
you stop believing you don't deserve
happiness. Take a risk.
Wake up one morning aching with the knowing:
now it's okay to start expecting
to be safe,
to practice saying no.
Maybe catch a glimpse
of your white face -
the ghost in the mirror
I won't let you get hurt.
TuesdayYou write the words so no one will understand, it isTuesday in Free Verse More Like This
Tuesday again, always Tuesday, even when it
is Friday and the school across the street shrieks with excitement, the
walls have ears and you say it is Tuesday and carefully write a list
of what you have and have not allowed yourself, because
it is always Tuesday and the walls shake their heads,
and trace the lines of your notes, shorter every week, but not
every day because it is not Tuesday and you can write what you
need, the walls do not have ears.
You do not use the phone because the words have slipped from your grasp,
the subtle difference between careful and controlled, the words on the paper
say I had an English degree as if it has fallen between the crack in the night
between yesterday and today. You say, fine, a word that says exactly what
you did not want it to, but you fold your shirt against your body, soft as tissue
until only your hands grasp themselves, twisted like birds,
SchizophreniaI heard the meaning in that song,Schizophrenia in Free Verse More Like This
played the record backwards,
hid the poem I wrote, instead
I write Post-It notes:
1. Songs Have No Meaning
I capitalize a lot to keep on track,
hang number one over my desk,
2. Balance Your Checkbook: You Probably Overdrafted
Next to the keyboard in case I care to look,
3. I love you
On my headboard, I like to wake up
to that one, on a need-to-know basis,
4. Emergency Phone Numbers
By the quiet phone I leave a list of people I might
or might not call.
5. Death Is Not A New Beginning
burnin' loveI found no peaceburnin' love in Free Verse More Like This
In the lies that I've told,
I'm only hurt by the blows that get withheld
The sharper I get cut
The harder I get held
More that I believe
That you will come to me
Without you I've been burnin' love
You're the one that I've been calling for
Without you I've been burnin' love
You're the one that I've been calling for
it hurts like
the wind choking
back your throat,
like the fingerprints
on your jaw
where he held
like a good,
but we are more
or unrequited lust.
we are enough
to waste the years
the earth has left
and to earn
these dual diaries
on a bed stand,
and that is love.
when I smoke too much, my heart hurts like
waiting for the wind to change directions, like the
words I forgot to say to you, like a love
letter I never threw away and sometimes pretend
it's from you.
One more wordWe need a new word, that's bigger, better, and more meaningful than love. One that no one knows, so we can't waste it like we've wasted "love". It's not love when you rip your child apart because you can't do it anymore. It's not love when you put your friends through hell because te pain is too much. It's not love when you make jokes at others expense. It's not love when tears are falling from her cheeks, roll down from his lashes. Not love when the world is in such chaos that people kill eachother for "their country". When people go on "Peace missions" to "help them" when really all they's killing innocent people. So, who wants a new word, and who is willing to throw "love" away?One more word in Open More Like This
untitled-19A feeling tossed asunder,untitled-19 in Free Verse More Like This
Taken by the wind.
The love you tell is just a lie,
And nothing is your friend.
You say "i love you",
It sickens me,
Your love is nothing.
I yearn to say to you,
But nothing is said,
So I hear you again.
Those three words you say so much,
With their meaning you have lost touch.
All I know is I say goodbye.
To you and your beautiful lie.
I can't stand it,
The way you act.
With the Devil,
you've made your pact.
I despise everything you've become,
Your lies will soon come undone.
A simple dreamThe intrigue of a moment,A simple dream in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
my curiosity piqued.
Tired, My head is fuzzy.
The words are jumbled and I can't stop yawning.
Sucking oxygen into my lungs in such an un-poet like fashion.
Three days hard work may have caught up,
But all it's done is lead me to more delusions.
No, there is no way my feelings are reciprocated.
Yet I think like they are:
My mind hath wandered to the darkest corridors of a sunken palace,
A stone tomb in the midst of the ground,
Buried deep below sand and dirt, clay and mud.
Here there is perpetual rain, as water drips from the aquifer through the ceiling.
It pools at this low spot on the floor where my feet stand,
My eyes fixed on the tiny pin prick of light far, far away.
I start walking, splashes echoing in the dank around me.
The air is cold, stale.
All is dark, yet light dances off the water, casting strange glimmers on the walls and ceiling.
Light flicks off the small, wet stones on the wall,
As my fingers, my mangled, sad fingers,
Nimble yet w
Love knows no boundsLove knows no age,Love knows no bounds in Free Verse More Like This
No race, gender or class.
Love knows no looks,
No needs, wants or sass.
Love doesn't care,
Compatible or not.
Love is this world,
Love's all we've got.
There's no way to know,
Who are they to say.
This is love,
Not everything will go your way.
Love is tough,
Love is soft.
Love is patient,
Love is kind.
Love is always there,
Want it or not.
Love is the light,
Love is the dark.
Love knows the good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful.
The lost, the broken, the found.
Love knows it all,
Love is all around.
Love is wonderful,
Love knows no bounds.
One for a boyI miss the way you flip your hair and the way you're always there the mystery you hold and how you're always so bold the way you're nice to everything how you always loved my ring and that smile on your face when I felt like a disgrace those perfect eyes the way you seemed so wise how day you'd make it good just like each day always should the expressions on your face and how you never cared just who was always there how you quietly mediated and never felt like you were hated how everyone loved you and everyone wanted you but only I needed you and I still do your freckles on your nose and the things that noone knows gentle words upon your lips and one time your hands on my hips the way how when i rarely broke down and cried how you'd never act surprised the way you smell and your beautiful guise and all these things I love them and I wonder how without you I stand tall. I miss this, I miss you.One for a boy in Free Verse More Like This
Love only knows painLove is silly,Love only knows pain in Free Verse More Like This
Love is for fools.
All that love does
Is make us to tools.
Stutter, and stare.
Wish you were "there".
It makes us jealous,
Terrified, angsty, weapy, mad.
Turns us to fools,
I tell you,
You'll see love around someday.
Be careful my friend.
Or it might just come to the end.
I'll prove how much it can cost.
If any love is lost.
But don't listen to me,
You're better off in love,
It's a game for fools,
But atleast love has benefits.
untitled-12Tear me open,untitled-12 in Free Verse More Like This
Sew me shut.
I can't do this,
Can't do this myself.
I will write these words,
This meaningless scrawl.
Next to my bed,
Upon my wall.
I don't have any paper.
I have a pencil,
But I write this now,
Or I'll forget it all.
I write this to you with meanings so deep,
Even though these words I know you won't keep.
I want you to smile.
And I know you do.
But I'd give anything,
To see one from you.
Because it kills me to know,
That happiness you hold,
You hide it from me.
I don't know why.
I wish I knew.
I wish many things.
But most of all I wish for peace.
All I want right now is a treaty.
A ceasefire on words.
I wish I could stop talking.
I think that's what I'll do.
I'll simply write down things to say,
But never send them to you.
'help'Profound words from a slip of the tongue,'help' in Free Verse More Like This
Struggling with water,
Feeling fresh like the air,
Which smells of cinnamon.
I just want to save the world.
While there is something left to save.
I've found something the rest of you have not yet seen,
I remember these scars upon my body,
I remember a face too well that I just wish again I could see.
I remember a voice, laughing. Smiling.
I remember too many things,
I remember hurting, crying.
I remember heart break,
But I still remember laughter and smiles.
I wish I could remember more,
But I've not yet seen it all.
I remember that at one time I was so attuned to how I felt that when she cried, so did I.
I can no longer do that.
I am afraid of my tears.
Of my anger, laughter, of my soul.
I am afraid of my humanity.
I do not hate anyone,
I find it too easy to hate you.
And I have since the first moment I said it, many months ago.
You are the only one who didn't know.
Why can't you listen to that song, the song I so flippantly called
ramblingSick, all of a sudden.rambling in Free Verse More Like This
Exhausted, though this was never sudden. I always feel this way.
I do love it, the way you smile.
I do love your voice. I love it as much as I hate my own.
A dear friend I do look for, someone.
But I cannot.
You always tell me not to worry about her,
'She doesn't control you.'
It's not fear she will be angry at me speaking to you,
I fear I will hurt her feelings.
Or that she will make you hate me as she does.
I hate to say these words, it feels as if lies fly from my lips when I do so.
Writing them makes me fear they will not strike you as true,
Though they are, humble friend.
More true than you shall ever know.
I love you,
I'm damn sure I do.
But my heart might be confused.
To be honest, I doubt it.
But this I can't tell you,
I'm too afraid we'll lose touch.
I don't want to stop talking to you,
Plain and simple.
You won't see this.
I'm a fool,
Speaking to ghosts.
But I can try, correct?
I can hope to.
Do or do not, there is no
L T JA small joy in the palm of my handL T J in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder and wonder, what is this land?
I wish and I ponder.
Why is it so.
I wonder and wonder, which way to go?
Internal questions, an external fight.
Sleeping through day, traipsing through night.
Your name brings a smile,
Just as your face.
You seem to think opposite,
Take my compliments with grace.
You're beautiful, you know.
To the point of cliche, like freshly fallen snow.
Whispers and chatters,
Lips like a killer.
Eyes like a blind man,
A voice like a mute.
I wish you were my baby,
Wish you were my boy.
I wish I hadn't read those things.
I wish I felt more joy.
I still wish I could hold you,
That you would be mine.
It's that hug from so many nights ago
That sticks in my mind.
Your shoulders were tense,
Your arms held so tight.
It made me wish for a darker
Cloak of the night.
Someday I will remember
And think back with joy.
I wished he was my baby,
He was almost my boy.
you and me and youif you leave meyou and me and you in Free Verse More Like This
ensconced within this tent
of dreams, I will be looking for
the stars outside
no word could describe
the length of our bodies
never quite touching
yet conscious of the width
I am yours and you are
and so it became,
like the uncurling of a hand raised in greeting,
you left her
stepping across traffic
I left her
by the blue street with light fluttering down
we left her in the
breadth of air more capable of
holding her than either of us, frankly.
a theory about lightnessthe purest and saddest images:a theory about lightness in Free Verse More Like This
a knife unsheathing in the sunlight,
a white sail unfurling out to sea.
the sky is an oven
baking down upon us
I am sprawled in the direction of the
ceiling, not believing
the liquid state of glass-
the comparisons between
an ocean and a vase
too vast to contemplate
you smile and then
slice the encounter away
this is how we grow
these days hold
words like water brimming on the rim
of a cup, we drink them down but
rarely fall out of dryness
you run up to all the walls before
you realize they are
I fall in love with a boy before
he woke up this morning to dream
about ships dimming onto the horizon
What we produceI am handedWhat we produce in Free Verse More Like This
smooth red skins
that slide off
to wrinkle like an
must hold them
the weight suspended
of me like
polluted world, beautiful
in its own withering
two syllables would
like a mouth
refusing to eat
so I carry in
the produce, their
and put them away.
It rains six days of the weekThe sky touches itself at theIt rains six days of the week in Free Verse More Like This
waist, and bows sunlight through my window.
A week of washing its floors, until
finally we are clean enough. You
slept and I touched my eyelashes to
your shoulder, which rose into the air
like a tiny mountain.
My worst nightmare:
you are walking away
and my voice is not even a telegram.
I ask where you've gone and they reassure me-
you unraveled in their hands,
trailed out of the window,
too fluid to gather.
Yesterday, upon waking,
you mimed goodbye
over the covers.
Your arms tightly at ease, looking like
you slept somewhere you weren't supposed to. If love is
jealousy then I suppose
I'm upside-down with guilt. Even
on the top of my head,
I could read you, like a newspaper with the
ink still wet and morals
drying on every page. We
were laughing as I kept
gravitating towards your open mouth,
half-afraid it would take wing
and fly from the room, already black
It rains six days
out of the week. No one is
bending over for us, anymore.
distancesI'mdistances in Free Verse More Like This
sorry for the gasping stretch of
over mine, light tracing my skin.
The way you looked at me said that we could
swim the Atlantic, salt water
sex and open pores. The way I
looked at you said hold me hold me but
I held myself back,
a dragonfly pinned on land,
your arms white
silk sinking over the far-flung horizon.
grappling with silencethe first nights being home aregrappling with silence in Free Verse More Like This
indescribable. they are breathing a strange air
that has already composed your lungs, shuffing your feet
through grass that holds the same
you have always known in darkness.
they are absorbing voices you almost forgot,
petting the love that is your cat's back,
falling into bed far too late at night and thinking
of someone you swore you'd forgotten, had left behind,
and instead use as a measure for everything present.
(you are ever the wall against which I fall.
in the morning I get up, paint your skin
with three layers of tangerine paint,
and cover you in brand new photos. a day later
I am pressed up against the old plaster,
straining to hear the sound
of your blood rushing again
but then I wake up and, as the
artist knows, I keep painting.)
the word that comes to mind is always
growing tall and skinny like a pomegranate tree
shooting through your childhood
it does not have to be rumpled bedspreads and skin, it is
a telephone crying a
In retrospectin bed with you,In retrospect in Free Verse More Like This
one lightbulb is five thousand fireflies
I travel the weightless journey
from the door
to your careful
anyone observing us now
could not figure out
how we built the bridge
between our bodies, much less
the incredible talent that
I have for torching
it to the ground
and your comparable ability
to ignore the flame
my good intentions, and
then gradually draw back towards the light.
odditiesI.oddities in Free Verse More Like This
Hard boiled eggs
they are suns wrapped in white velvet clouds
too pretty to eat, and far more innocent
than they taste, that swallowing
of smooth wallpaper and textured skin.
Today, I contemplated my bladder,
as I sat on an airplane, legs crossed,
between a sleeping woman
and a physics professor grading tests,
who shook his head every time he
crossed out a mistake. I was afraid to make one,
so I stayed put, and contemplated
the hot air balloon that could rise
up into the stratosphere of my stomach, anytime.
As hard as I try not to,
late at night (when the filters
in my head are
about as strong as those
in the healthy kind of cigarettes),
the words that peel out are relentlessly
about the time I left a poem in your bed,
my voice against your throat, my heart
taped tightly around your waist
and how you took everything, laughing, stepped out of the room and
never looked back.
Life is just a song.
I play it to myself before I go to sleep
but it's not always a lu
Evolutionwe are seven sundaysEvolution in Free Verse More Like This
slept in and shielded
from the blood of morning. I
look at you and do not feel
if this isn't evolution,
then the world must
be as flat as your voice,
sliding across the floor
to land at my feet.
ape to man,
man to genius.
genius diving back
underneath the covers, scorned
by productive algae. I hold these
the same way
you ask me to hold my tongue.
always wanted a man
to stalk my notebooks to the
ground, pounce on my leg
to read what I scrawled
on the underside of my ankle.
some people have giraffes in our spines.
they stand and stretch,
ready to hijack the thorny trees.
while we are rolling
out of bed, they have already
opened the eyes, the knee joints,
and then the mouth, to survival
on the eighth
day of the Lord,
I leave you to the lions.
the first night we were homeit is very dark outside, it is light as if a candle flickers insidethe first night we were home in Free Verse More Like This
I am finally home. I flew over the dimmed typography of cities
and pulled back my heart that
had been stretched over five hundred miles for months. months that fluttered like moths. I am sitting inside a room
that has nurtured me like a child, and now it has embraced me back
to where my heart is yet kicking.
regina spektor talks about driving hurts through a screaming crowd, about styrofoam, about praying on our knees and loving until you die.
she gets it, gets it in a way
it would kill the inhabitants of this hallway to try.
I do not want to be asleep but then all I can think about
is the love I never let blossom, the ridiculous street I pulled you
up and we fell into a life that revolved around
shifting couches and bending lights that could
kiss like lovers, if we ever let them. hair that fell into your face when we touched
when we set off electricity. when I was the only one caught in a lightning
storm because no, y
saving leftover shoelacestonight, we remember how to live.saving leftover shoelaces in Free Verse More Like This
we live while dying,
and no, it's not cliche.
hanging ourselves with
piano strings, contemplating
what our pastel skin will
look like in a year or two.
today, i am a five year old, with only joy.
i realized my hope blew like dust
in the wind, but i sat still waiting
for you to catch it for me. you
were too busy holding your hands up,
trying to get a glimpse of the
crashing skyline that had so long
eluded you, the sun warped your vision.
the lines blurred and stretched before
your weary eyes, how many more years
did you plan on staring?
i never dreamed
of death until
i was really alive.
tomorrow, we realize life is almost worth living.
i spent a month with you in therapy, for
little more then moral support. you were the
support to my moral, and i was the moral to your
cheap three a.m. thrills. while our blankets stay
cold in the dead of night, we keep warm. staking
our claim on the other's skin. like animals,
we mark our territory.
i saw forever i
Fractured WingsI bandaged my wings in discarded cocoons,Fractured Wings in Free Verse More Like This
and pasted sparrow feathers on my arms,
in hopes they would last until the dawn
Fallen angels don't have to work too hard
To break down your hopes or to
tear off your useless wings
After you were done with the surgery
After I've stitched myself together
I knew I'd never be the same again,
as hand-sewn angels who tumble
trying to grasp at the sunrise,
don't have very long to live
I never meant to fall apart
Or tear you down with me
There's no more darkness in the light
No more time left to fight
It's time to say goodbye
crucify me.i'm a nervous wreck and this life, it'scrucify me. in Free Verse More Like This
not for you, it's not for me
but i live it anyway and now
it's time we finally at
least tried to make something
out of whatever we have
i taught myself everything i
know, even how to make something
out of nothing.
maybe we'll wake up to a dream, every-
thing will be alright and we'll be
free finally but we're not and
no one has a job so we moved
to california to try to
make it big.
i wanted to be eminem, or
someone kids look up to, you
wanted to live the life you had before
when all your nights were
spent on the same corner.
i sang you songs and i wrote you
more, they're in that notebook under
your bed that you never read, you
only used it to put out
your cigarettes and set this house
up in flames and burn it down to the
but if it's going up in flames how
can it be burning down, wouldn't the
upward motion propel it to a
higher, better place.
i'm a mess.
you're an addict.
this is nowhere.i just wanted onethis is nowhere. in Free Verse More Like This
to believe in
to hold on to
i had nothing but i
gave you everything i
could, i gave you
everything i had
i lied i cheated and i
tried to steal your
heart but i guess i grabbed
key and i woke up
with three holes in my
head and four more through
i tried to steal your heart and
you ended up ripping mine out.
i was never the sneakiest.
sheshe said, "ishe in Free Verse More Like This
don't want to die
to this i replied,
"you've got enough
the both of
us, look at your
heart, now look
at mine, i've
you jump, i jump, remember?"
save me from myselfa slight bitsave me from myself in Free Verse More Like This
of monster drips
out from my veins i
forgot to contain this
today, so i
i imploded upon this
my head, so i
could try to remember
how i felt last night.
i see no point in happy, because
sad is so overpowering
at times when we
all feel like falling,
but can't find the words
trustworthy.i woke up under-trustworthy. in Free Verse More Like This
neath the dead-
end streets i was
born on, just to try and
i never thought of
burning leaves until i
learned to fly, and then
i found, without my feet
on the ground, that every-
thing is so calm and
i left one step back and to
because i just
so happen to be
left-handed, which means i
so i'll start where you
and i'll end where i
and in the beginning, i
know that we
be here, because
we we're even supposed to
managing distancewe can sewmanaging distance in Free Verse More Like This
until our neighbors
and our intersections
we can pull
our broken pieces
and place them
side by side,
until they melt
until we are
undauntedhis hips are pressedundaunted in Free Verse More Like This
composing a symphony
to the tune of
two bodies held tightly
against each other.