Trust MeTrust me.Trust Me in Free Verse More Like This
Take my hand,
It's just a simple step
taken at least once before.
Now, take a breath, my dear.
It's been a while, I know.
Have you lost the memory?
why are you trembling?
You already made the choice; I am here to simply help you along.
Don't look at me that way,
of pain and regret
and need and punishment.
Dancing upon broken happiness and shattered yesterdays.
I was your answer, remember?
You look at me in shock but I can only shrug in response.
I am not the one haunted.
I am at peace as I talk with you; it is you who is tormented by your decision.
You have no right to look at me that way.
But then, maybe you do.
You chose this path.
I can say it once more if you rather.
I am not angry with you, rather reminding.
I made sure you read the small print.
You saw the scars and still you have the audacity to be appalled upon spying my truth.
It amuses me more than anything, I suppose.
Come to me,
Go ahead an
I wasn't alwaysI wasn't always so cold,I wasn't always in Free Verse More Like This
I used to be warm and tender,
But that was before ...
My heart used to race,
at an unusual pace.
Now it lumbers slowly.
I used to love the spring,
with it's songs of life and promise.
Now everyday is winter.
I remember those hot nights,
when everything felt so right.
Now your side of the bed is cold.
At least it matches my heart.
Implication Flapping in the fouled wind.Implication in Free Verse More Like This
Stripped bare with whiskey words.
Bruised from your spittled accusations.
Going up in flames lit by
twisted truths and staining lies.
Isolated and unclaimed
arsenic shaped bullets
dig into my chest.
I put them there but you push them deeper.
Just in caseI woke this morning with you on my mind.Just in case in Biography & Memoir More Like This
In case I forget,
I wanted to say thank you.
For listening to me rant.
For telling me your secrets.
For trusting me.
For sharing when you didnt have to.
For holding me when I didnt know I needed it.
For asking about me.
For saving me a seat.
For giving me the blunt truth.
For letting me be honest with you.
For being my friend.
For thinking of me first.
For believing in me.
For calling just to say hi.
For calling me when you needed me.
For letting me help.
For encouraging me to laugh.
For the happy dance when I got to 16 pages.
For bringing me Dew and Ice Cream.
For being excited with me.
For supporting me in my dark places.
For that gentle smile across the way.
In case I forget to say it,
I love you.
Holding your need.A little painHolding your need. in Free Verse More Like This
A little need
A little begging
A lot of wanting you on bended knee.
A little suck
A little bite
A little gasp
A lot of wanting all that isn't right.
But then right and wrong is in the eye of the beholder,
Or the holder of the blade.
Stuck in the MomentTheres no laughter anymore.Stuck in the Moment in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Not in this house. Not in 4 years.
Faded squares line the walls and there are no dirty soccer shoes by the back door.
Instead theyre in a box in the shed though she gave the bike and [most of] his clothes to the city mission.
His picture sits alone atop the piano he whined about playing.
His room is now the craft room though on the east wall hangs a shelf.
Momma calls it her memory shelf but whenever I dare to look that way I swear its a shrine.
He would have been 17 this year but tragedy keeps him forever 13.
She clutches the tattered blanket he hadnt used in years and weeps when Kenny Chesney comes on the radio.
I moved out 14 months ago.
I miss him too, Momma, but I cant do this anymore.
I cant live here.
I cant be here anymore.
Especially when I can still feel him in the halls because you won't let him go.
We Are FreeSnuck inside and found my wayWe Are Free in Free Verse More Like This
Your darkest secrets and your brightest dreams
I am everywhere and I see all.
Together we feel all
We are artists and we paint in all genres.
Black to white
Day and night
We exist in the both beauty and ugly.
We neither require your permission nor your approval.
I have scars and desires.
I have drawn, I have penned, I have sung.
I am the artist.
Let me color your world in many colors.
Let me make the unimaginable real in my world,
in your world.
Come join me. Join us.
Dance together with us all.
Feel the passion and pick your own brush.
Paint your own humanity
Create your own home and in there be free.
What A PredicamentRazor blade kisses and heart breaking glances.What A Predicament in Free Verse More Like This
I fell in love last night
It was a whirlwind romance with curtsy and dance
And all the world felt right.
An uptown sorceress in a painted-on dress
And I in my twice borrowed jeans
She tore me apart, left with my only heart
Im not jealous by any means
What a predicament in only an instant
And I with this hole in my chest
Nobody noticed while in swirled the circus
Forcing her to dance with the rest
Razor blade kisses and heart breaking glances.
I would not change it for the world
Though my heart was my life, Id give it up twice
For just one moment with that girl.
Simply Beautiful"Mine is a simple life," she told me.Simply Beautiful in Free Verse More Like This
She said it as if stating a fact,
like the sky was blue or the price of milk was too much.
It nearly broke my heart.
Long ago, she'd dreamed of dancing in high heels at the Queen's Ball.
But life had not been so kind.
A real woman in a real world leaving no room for fantasies or dreams of yesteryear,
she worked an everyday job, wore sensible shoes and had calloused on her hands.
She bought candies and the daily from the corner store and roses off the street vender.
She thought she was terribly simple.
I thought she was beautiful.
Atonement for IntrusionAtonement for IntrusionAtonement for Intrusion in Free Verse More Like This
You entered My territory,
uninvited and unwanted
yet had the gall to respond undaunted when I retaliated.
This was My realm. My land. I dont even care
if the other side wanted you but you had
to cross My lines.
Here I am ruler supreme;
your death note was signed when
you attempted the breach.
Traitor? Or ignorant?
Matters little to me.
An example shall be made of you
Testament to all who try to cross me.
I will show no mercy as you showed no care
with a single footstep you managed to pilfer
what My peasants hold dear.
And for that your blood shall run crimson
Fodder for enemy fields.
You thought a few bats of your eyelashes
and all would be ignored?
I am the King of My country
the grand leader of My people,
not some easily bought landlord.
Your pleas fall on deaf ears.
I want My pound of compensation.
The people want their vengeance
I must appease the flooding frustration,
Your thinly veiled threats
do nothing but amuse
Mirrors for Miracles.Lovely little masquerade...Mirrors for Miracles. in Other More Like This
double-dipped in ivory,
that has been sugar-coated with
diamond bright icing and non-pareils.
Oh, how it sparkles,
with thousands of glass-eyes upon it
and hands reaching for one touch of every surface
for the travesty of miracle's sake and sake of travestical mirrors.
its so sour, so... mmm.
Sweet when it hangs from your lips,
yet bitter as it falls from them and into mine.
Tell me... will you ever tell the truth?
A Witty Saying Proves Nothing. I wrote a love noteA Witty Saying Proves Nothing. in Other More Like This
on your paper heart
in ruby-fly lipstick style,
but it melted in the heat
of your sweet hunger...
And those sultry verses,
on my own heart,
are filled out with
your saccharine melody.
Two Bees Encased in Amber. Hm.Lace me up tight,Two Bees Encased in Amber. Hm. in Other More Like This
and watch my lips change blue.
[First with your hands,
then with your mouth...]
My breaths come short, quick
whilst your hang heavy,
high on honey-bittered lust.
Lead me down where the wild roses grow,
and brush them upon my numb teeth.
Listen as they bring the colour back to my cheeks
only to run out so suddenly
in a high-volumed fit of ecstasy.
It's a price though,
that the come-down
The Fever Only Makes You...Christen my Titanic heart,The Fever Only Makes You... in Other More Like This
bound for disaster...
in two-way suicide manner.
A tragedy in its own right,
and taking yours down with it...
Merely a devastated witness.
Antigone's box office rival,
Felo-de-se truths bleeding...
A martyrdom nightmare.
Delights Turn to Dust...You hung your last petal-plucked daisy,Delights Turn to Dust... in Other More Like This
in the doorway to my hotel room.
Tagged it with a love note to
your very own baby boy.
Go Hang Youself, Lover Boy...We crossed each others'Go Hang Youself, Lover Boy... in Other More Like This
racing, dying hearts.
And plead for the death,
that couldn't come soon enough.Oh, so untimely...Held together by some left behind
fevers and mirrors.
They're just a shattered pyre on
the bedroom floor now.
-burns Red Robin down- Chapped lips and morphine drips...-burns Red Robin down- in Other More Like This
perplexity spun in the blink if an eye.
An eye... an eye with a sick, sad story to tell.
What type of Jedi mind tricks is Kitten playing today?
Hard to tell... they all look the same.
Bittersweet... Not Really.Let's dance!Bittersweet... Not Really. in Other More Like This
My lungs are collapsing in anticipation.
They're releasing a... strange flavor
into my butterfly infested stomach...
those butterflies are knocked out
in the final round.
I'll have you taste this sweet poison,
it sets in the back of my throat
and I'll pass it [with love] to you...
Champagne in Place of Suicide. Throw me s w e e t b r i a r lovelies,Champagne in Place of Suicide. in Other More Like This
and gently lay me down to bed.
Rest your head u p o n my hand,
sip softly at my loving breath.
I'll give you ardour mirrors,
and my own c o m a t o s e love.
We're lost in the fever,
drowning in the smoke.
Taking a will-o'-the-wisp kiss,
and p l a y i n g the cord softly,
Quinary MaximumI'm crushed.Quinary Maximum in Other More Like This
And I can't seem to keep my feet on the ground.
When it all just STOPS! tickling my fancy,
and leaves me with physical attraction
yet, lacking in emotional ties. [to you.]
And your candy-coated poltergeist is sucking me in.
You're feeding my addiction to affliction,
and I'm getting off on artificial ardour.
It's so tasty , so refreshing [and so fake.]
And my vacuum eyes leave us dazed and confused.
It's appallingly obvious in my bluish eyes
and how they painfully reflect in your hazel.
They're so vacuous while they fill up [with tears.]
And, I really just want you to stroke me, stroke me.
A girl called MorphineShe's twitching in the cornerA girl called Morphine in Free Verse More Like This
Coming down from her buzz.
There's a prescription bottle in her hand
I can see her mind turning wheels for once.
I know she doesn't want to do it
But the burn is all she craves.
She never wanted to be a looser,
Somehow it's all she became.
Her eyes whip back and forth
To see who would notice her leave.
She takes a breath, get's to her feet.
The bottle clutched to her heaving chest
She shuts the bathroom door.
The sound of the lock so loud
Inside the four by four little room.
She empties the bottle on the counter
Counting them in two's.
Her life doesn't really matter
So she crushes all sixteen.
With quick precision she lines
The powder into rows of three.
Fumbles in her pocket for a dollar,
Up her nose she swallows every one.
The morphine hits her quickly,
On the floor she falls, she twitches.
Unable to scream,
She'd changed her mind,
The drug took over
Silently she cried,
She fades away from reality.
Interstate connectionsI'm burning our memories from my mindInterstate connections in Free Verse More Like This
One damn instance at a time
You said I was different
You said this was right
There goes another
Lost kisses in the night.
Trying to forget the
Simple little memories
The places we were happy
Or was that just me?
51, 119, 70
The roads are all the same to me.
I lost that day we traveled
Caught up in the fantasy
We both had weaved.
That's one memory I
Think I'll leave.
And what of all the others
That meant so much to me
Did they even mean a thing
It matters little
I died that day
You left for New Orleans.
I stand here amongst
The fally Colours
And I lay rest to your memories.
Our favorite spot
Our favorite park
To say goodbye...
No one ever said it was alright.
Leaving bits of me behind.
UnobtainableHe walks by, my heart starts to flutterUnobtainable in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles at me as he always does.
I watch him go, holding inside a sigh.
He'll never know how much I dream of him at night
How I long to hold him tight,
Whisper words of love in passionate times.
The wind catches his hair, billowing it gently astray
So sexual, sensual and sweet.
I ache to run my hands through downy softness
Caress those chiseled, high hung cheeks.
Peck tiny kisses across his granite brow.
We sit side by side every day
Idle conversation sometimes exchanged.
It's been two years since I first saw him
In all perfection based glory.
He's grabbed my hand when I've fallen
Took me three weeks to wash it.
He gave me his jacket to keep away the chill
I smelled just like old leather and him, and that shirt always will.
He's hugged me when I've cried
So tender as he murmured "I'm sure all will be right".
I've felt his lips under the mistletoe
Scorching mine with arousal, and his eyes with lust.
I've know his hands and body
Placed against my
It was all B.S.You once said you wanted meIt was all B.S. in Free Verse More Like This
You had me believing that line.
I changed my whole views
On relationships and....love.
Let down my guards
Trusting you were the 'one'.
Did you two sit there
And laugh at how pitiful I was?
She knew more about me
Than I knew of her.
I wonder what really
Went on in your home.
All the times you never answered
All the times you were never here.
I was so stupid to believe in you
Put my faith in you.
And yes I am aware
Of what you did that night.
It became clear once
I heard your message.
So don't blame me
For what you lost.
I lost it all
So much more than you have.
And you didn't even
Have the worry to see if
I was alright.
I'm sorry that we met
I never thought I'd say that.
I guess you were right to wonder
If we were wrong for each other.
But I don't think i can ever forgive you
For labeling me with everyone else's mistakes.
My past may not be clean
But those offenses I haven't made!
What matters?It doesn't really matterWhat matters? in Free Verse More Like This
...all those things you said.
It doesn't really matter
...how you said I was your best.
It doesn't really matter
...when you cry as you say you care.
It doesn't really matter
...cause good-bye's your way out of here.
It doesn't really matter
...that you hold my life in your hands.
It doesn't really matter
...i know you never wanted this.
How can I not matter
...when you tell me such intimate things.
How can I not matter
...as you stare at me like I'm gonna leave.
How can I not matter
...When you whisper I love you against my skin.
How can I not matter
....because of you I've done sin after sin.
How can I not matter
...when my name's always on your lips.
How can I not matter
...when your the only thing I wish.
Nothing matters anymore
...since you went away.
Nothing matters anymore
...my world turned from coloured to gray.
Nothing matters anymore
...I'm living with the pain.
Nothing matters anymore
...even the love that turned to hate.
Nothing matters anymore
Hello, I missed youYour sight was so refreshing,Hello, I missed you in Free Verse More Like This
Like a cool drop of water to a parched throat,
I thirstily drank my fill of your form.
As with all who have been dehydrated
I couldn't get my fill,
I could vomit from the filling up of your face
And still I'd drink some more.
My fingers were restless,
Idle hands are at the devil's command.
I yearned to touch the downy softness of your hair
Rain my fingertips down your neck and spine
Press desperate lips against your perfect ones.
Your eyes alight with mischief
And I know a smile crosses my face.
You watch greedily the sway of my hips
I catch your gaze and a grin tilts my lips.
I press my breasts against your side
Pull your head back till your skin
Touched mine, sucking mold-able flesh
To my own with the talent of my cheek bones.
Like whiskey soaked honey, you taste so divine.
You groan and pull me closer
Even as against my lips you moan
"Your killing me, you know that?"
Your lap becomes my seat
And I rock ever so sweet, and slow.
How the candle burnsRemind me to never piss you off again,How the candle burns in Free Verse More Like This
You say as you see my somber face in pictures...
You look angry my dear!
Angry is an understatement
I'm way beyond pissed.
My ire and rage is consuming me,
Visions of swimming in all the stupid things I could be doing.
Even though I'm good,
Youre still confident there's someone else I'm screwing.
I'd still be mad without those aspirations
As last night we were supposed to be together
And you didn't show.
You didn't have the courtesy to tell me what went wrong.
Now god only knows when I'll see your face again,
Hear your voice,
Be surrounded in your arms, your warmth.
I'd still be sitting here wondering,
If you hadn't stopped by friends house to question her.
Really don't tell me you didn't know?
You had to know...
She'd tell me.
She and I keep no secrets
Cept the ones you beg of me.
The irony is she almost didn't
I hate myselfYou propped me upI hate myself in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I toppled us down.
You were right to be wary
I swear I never meant for any
It's so hard to pick up
Attempt to write.
I play familiar songs
To get lost.
Drown in memories
Cry my heart out.
Your still there
Right where it hurts me most.
....When I think about all the things I did
I hate myself
....When I think about the things we've said
I hate myself
....As I lie here on my bed
I hate myself
....After everything we did
I hate myself
You always expected the worse
I guess that's what you got.
You don't care that you were wrong
With what you thought.
I'm dying from betrayal
And you don't know.
You knew I loved you
But what is love?
Just a desire to fuck
I was true
But you could never see.
Why oh why,
Did I get involved,
With someone jaded as me?
We were doomed to fall.
....She's waiting for you at home
I hate myself
....I'm in hell imagining her with you
I hate myself
....You led me on so easily
I hate myself
....She said and you agree I'm bad new
Lost in TranslationWhat kind of lost perversionLost in Translation in Free Verse More Like This
lies behind those empty eyes?
I've sought you out, over and over,
just to hear your frantic whisper
and see the blinding panic setting in.
What forbidden love has killed your
sweetest ideologies as they are
bathed in liquor and desire?
What left turns have you taken,
Down roads you should have righted?
Tangled up in all the greatest cliches,
You've forsaken the very meaning of love,
And replaced it with delusion based illusions.
You hold me close while you push me away,
Has the time not come for you to stop running?
Put down the whiskey and accept your fate.
What unlived years have turned you old and grey
long before your youth has faded away?
What terror still comes knocking at your door
and drives you to such desperate measures,
just to remain inhuman, incomplete, broken?
Why, my dear, must you insist on
burning this love? It's
not going to turn back and burn you.
What has happened to you that makes
You so afraid and unsure?
What foul deeds have
There is death in beautyIdyllic little coveThere is death in beauty in Free Verse More Like This
Just up the waterfall
Around the bended trees
Where rocks abundantly fall.
The waters rage and roar
With peaceful musings.
Dance across the rocks
Teasing the waters edge.
Climb up high,
But watch your step,
Fall off here and
You'll sleep with the fish.
A drop off goes deep
And the current is swift.
There's more in this paradise
Than trout and musket.
Ah but isn't everything that's
Friends?Cold bloodedFriends? in Other More Like This
Skinned my very flesh
In despite of my innocence
Implored to me that all I ever was
Had everything to do with you
Colored me to suit your mood
Wore my like a bracelet
The sweet danish of petulance
Coinciding with sugar filled reverence
everyone knows what's behind that smile<i>
ThiefLies, he told me as I sipped a tart, Apple Burst tea. Apple Burst, they called it, and I thought it appropriate.Thief in Erotic More Like This
His hand slipped.
It Burst to the floor, abandoning the liquid in Apple-blood flames.
I wont tolerate all of this flavor, he claimed, a slender, coarse finger circling the rim. My hand remained still, in a death grip, to an invisible frame.
I reached out for him, an apologetic reply hanging on my tongue.
No, he turned to me, his hand grazing my throat, veins swelling from his skin. You were never sorry, he griped, thrashing out a menacing look.
My heart hung from a wire.
And he was weaving it through.
I swallowed halfway. Halfway, it was, like he held a notch in my throat; this light-switch life, at his leisure to disengage.
Hurt? Sarcastic pity glossed over his eyes. I looked at him, my night in shining armor, once strong enough to hold his own sword. What weighed on him now? The poison resentment, serve
Mr. GreyNo energy lightsMr. Grey in Other More Like This
Mr. Grey, my patience dulls
Ive fallen through sound
Inspiring ScarlettHer skirtsInspiring Scarlett in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Play with your dreams
those flushing reds
At your mouth
he doesn't know
how to jump in
to even the score
So you bid, hurry
and let her words
do the pacing
Marring the thoughts
because her fingers
Just like the child
In graveyard hollows
Unsure....Long since forgottenUnsure.... in Surrealism More Like This
Your petals droop
*take a breath*
of yearning for sunlight
Still, seeping shadows
Have no expectation
Of the ever rising sun
Or the infinite stars
Just know they are there
This light in the dark
A grain of sand
Within a trail of shattered glass
Forbidden by most
There is a choice
Darkness may threaten
Water cease flow
Little petals droop, yearning for sunlight
There it is. Choice.
To allow these petals to droop no longer
Number Six STEP OUTOne more step into that ungodly roomNumber Six STEP OUT in Other More Like This
A question flitters
Incessantly, persistently, stubbornly
Enduring constant swoon
Sweep this light away
The only thing that's keeping you
Just STEP OUT
Manicured FingernailsSlumped across this jagged edgeManicured Fingernails in Other More Like This
Flickers and resounds
Upturned humble skin
Chewing their manicured fingernails
Drift into this a puckering sleep
Drenched grey Collapse
Slumped across this jagged edge
LostSometimes I feel brokenLost in Other More Like This
Sometimes I feel lost
Friendship is the token
Torn, shredded, lost
Used, worn, beat up
Strife, confusion, corrupt
Foolish end, abrupt
Drinking from this cup
Blood, torn, ash
Loose-lead broken, crash
Feel the heat of that flash?
Only trash, only trash....
DeceptionAs I circle the rim of deceptionDeception in Other More Like This
Who shall ensue their venom
When shall my lusty rainfall cease?
All is forgotten
As Sick lingers over my door
Manifesting my being
To help me move on
To far-off sensibility
Im hit hard and I crumble
Tidbits of my soul drop with a ting
As they fall to the forsaken floor
As they ensue the damned.
In cryptic sarcasm
You try and pull me back
A taunting of many cruelties
I seep through, slowly receding
Until nothing lingers
And you glare impatiently
When it takes a few moments
For me to fade
Who I amI am a poetWho I am in Other More Like This
Caught and torn between the love that I lost and a hope for a better future
I am the high E, I cant ever seem to reach
My voice, a constant comfort and betrayer
My soul fears its power
I am a distraught checkerboard
The logic was lost when the curiosity begun
Taunting those who listen and laugh
Amused by some who think me aloof
I am what I am
Spiderwebbed with temptations
Silly spells surround me
Drenching my very wrongs
In honeybuttered misinterpretation
I dream at a speed of hummings birds wings
And my eyes flicker deadly fantasies
No reception will ever pick up
My finger tips are always cold
I hide behind sweet seasonings
Praying that my brittle internal
Will only overcome, when I choose to surrender
friendsto the extentfriends in Free Verse More Like This
that anyone can be a friend,
(despite the endless oceanwalls, flattened fisheyes, abysmal wingflaps that span our interstice;
despite that i am a box of words)
know that i am yours.
Blackbird Pupilsdont look at meBlackbird Pupils in Free Verse More Like This
with those eyes
bluebird green and hazel-ache
mine, already hollowed out
and daily leak-
i cannot bear your
youd see all those wax demonshades
youd know the clockworks run
i read some other poet,
his words were blackice bludgeoners, soundless suturing socket spikes, hammergods, each one,
the last cicada to flee the moult.
but he hasnt the orbs to ruin me.
almost no one has
bygonei'm a shamblingbygone in Free Verse More Like This
in plastic blooms and
passed by like
a weathered warning
that nobody listens
timinga vague october hush, sunlesstiming in Free Verse More Like This
beggar goddess, squeezing for my painted
now your pocket karma clouds
have grayed out my new
and ive only just bought her, dear
ive unblued the ventricles from their
i spent my years for this
mirrorrupture of a dreammirror in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a dozen epitomes
none of them are you
letters to the universe 6its not about this coursing dye, brittle gelatinletters to the universe 6 in Free Verse More Like This
i dont complain about my broken patterns.
my Precious Sublimity,
long through all thats become
of me, my hopeless architectures, drawn up with crayola
on crumpled napkins,
i am Yours,
and raise me again
or leave me unmanifested, untroubled by abstraction from Your quiet Perfection
but do not leave me
here, alone in this world
without a hole in Your birdhouse.
shallowit's not your beautiful faceshallow in Free Verse More Like This
that i love
it's how you ruin it
apologythe fume to feelapology in Free Verse More Like This
a furious brook
of hot tears
i long to
in your countenance
i cannot cry for us
and i am
NovemberNovember 1stNovember in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
some night, orange and distant, has apparently transcended necessity. the rare morning light beams down in slats from the blinds like an alien invasion; was i returned just now? have i awoken the galaxy of sound and weight? my newly discovered body, oddly ancient, rolls off in search of feet; my mind still distilling dreams, obsessing on photo-flashes of past lives in the vain attempt to explicate the curious thrall that had me believing in words. i listen for the hum of breathing at 900MHz, then turn towards a door in search of a known world to apprehend, a name to pretend.
horizon light breaks
parches dusk of old plashets
leaving space to lade
my usual walk in the park: secluding nature into myself like secret charms in a box, watching the trees foiling off as incompatible matter in some new cold-ache reality, avoiding the human animals as if a plague of angry virus gods would leap off of their busy fa
sillyit isn't lovesilly in Free Verse More Like This
that's so fragile
crystal club hands
ocean foam skin
tu es godiche!
know that i know that
i know that it doesn't
take a poet laureate to
scrawl meter scream
fetching for always'
words break nearly
as easy as we do
oh, silly matchstick, bluetip
you can't burn it all
down in one life
times 10,000 nights
il ne finit pas
Morning ChantSlightly damp -Morning Chant in Free Verse More Like This
Lust left me messy
The sounds above -
I stayed under..
because everything was mine.
Touch Memy mind is setTouch Me in Free Verse More Like This
on wearing pink for you ~
pink is pure passion
as rich as a sundae
topped with fluffy feathery boas
and soft pillow possibilities
it's me ~ embracing my comfort
cotton candy kisses
my soft shy blushes
and sudden-warmth caress.
gentle lamb pink
will have you dreaming
of a tender night sky
full of snowflake parachutes
and of drifting off to sleep
that feel ~
like the petals of my rose
and taste ~
of my lollipop skin
Wet Echo'I want to show you something', he whispersWet Echo in Free Verse More Like This
smoking his cigarette as plain as day.
Six words repeated every five seconds.
and I am but a wet echo that crawls his way -
the kind you have to see
More demand than offer; just a face
full of mute fascination,
and that's not even the half of it.
For who needs words,
when you can ply me with hands that do as they please
in more languages than I can count.
and in five seconds flat-
A world of
and like some mad carousel, I rushed you.
Hope you don't mind.
The Merry-Go-Round of LifeFull title: The Merry-Go-Round of Life is More Than Meets the Eye.The Merry-Go-Round of Life in Free Verse More Like This
I spit on my toes
and reek of tomorrows,
Blow smoke through my nose
to bide time with my sorrows
and I spoon
Throw back sheets to the winds
Make puppets of soldiers
Iron troubles from sin
Weave spindles of love
and breathe passion to light
Make a Path
Walk a Path
Bury me under..
This ground, my defiance
and blithering wonder
I yearn and I dream
Just like you
to be won
with my world
with my moon
with my stars
with my sun
I shall sing - the loudest
in a place that's grown dark
Throw my arms
tight around you
and call you my sons -
and what does it matter
and I hear
with a seventh sense real
One of cry
One of lust
for a gentle man's touch
and I fear
of what's left of my ache
and those things I hold dear
in a world I shall shake
To make a path
Walk a path..
I'll get there yet.
dirty sheetsAlone at his desk -dirty sheets in Free Verse More Like This
his hands breathe fire
and conjure up thoughts
of sweet desire; and things best done
on dirty sheets..
His hands are words
of Strong and True; they echo down the hall
and leave her to shuffle in restless sleep;
A belly ache
of breadth and width
and fingertips of glorious travel
down paths of lovers
long left standing in the rain..
In his hands
he holds her words
for perfect love.
..if only he could see her now..
She sounds them out in hours
and takes her own sweet time crying them apart
to form a single rose
that carries a certain ring to it..
one she misses -
as much as her dirty sheets.
Broken WingsThere are days I yearn for sea, andBroken Wings in Free Verse More Like This
eight white doves to carry me; My broken wings
through air sublime, a jellyfish with twisted spine
and there are days I dream of rust,
wrought iron rulings, losing trust-
to cut-up hearts all torn apart; And then the days
I embrace love
With numbers' luck in paper cups
that hold my world clear back in time
one fiendish swirl of brandy wine
These ties that blind and pantomine
of Hope and faith
and Love and hate
and wishing wells
and 'Hello ,hands'
those backs that arch on golden sands
butterflies and painted lips
gingersnaps and bullied hips
wheelbarrows and dusty trails
as proud as wedding veils
nets and hooks
and blocks of ice
those warmer nights and weaker fights
True stars that spark epiphanies; In verse all full
of swallowed things-
that taste a lot..
like broken wings
Wildcat Picnicjust watching himWildcat Picnic in Free Verse More Like This
makes my ribs ache
for unleashed hell..
for it's a rare man
who has the patience
to bleed me dry.
He's at the bottle again
while my emerald skirt
dances madly over the lawn..
He fires up the grub
with a ravenous growl
as my company asks:
'What the hell is that'?
That is careful chewing, I smile.
And he doesn't like me watching him eat.
One of them nods
and tells me
I should make a run for it
Yet I do not move -
His eyes are that familiar blue
I'd cling to his back,
if he'd let me..
The Taming of YOUDon't dare get me started -The Taming of YOU in Free Verse More Like This
or I'll have you for breakfast,
- a man sigh -
the kind he makes when he has his hands full
what he likes best
and is taking his time with it.
I'll have You -
moving to my ballet of seductive little twists
that keep hold
'touch me' 'touch me'
my dance on the wild side
of a wicked pursuit.
and you; left wondering
which way to turn
my puppet on a string.
I'll have You
with hands that walk over your skin
-as soft as satin-
and a mouth
that will have your hips
off the bed
trying so hard to remember
that you're a man
And I'll have you again -
my bad girl whimpers
a more powerful sound
than that of your whiskey
being poured into a glass.
I'll have you -
like a man
who hasn't been inside a woman
Asylum's RantWithin these corridors,Asylum's Rant in Free Verse More Like This
she is Queen
and when she speaks
her voice shakes sleep
out from under
the quivering shell
of spine's own feet
and it's documented
how they've seen her
in teetering dance
with those antiquated demons
of 'froth' and 'lurk'
Me; I only watch her,
those high heels clicking,
checkmarking tiny boxes
with that fancy white pen of hers
--her wrists and fingers
adorned in silvery sevens,
in low singsong
upon her nose
and that high strut
of the palest
pink lips; a movement
in prayer to only
OH, how I stare
her travels through faintly-lit rooms
these four walls
of my many tomorrows
Her trailing -
in its rows upon rows
of pure fresh lily
this seepage of her soul
- Mmmm..how it has me -
Sweetheart, I WeptSweetheart, I wept -Sweetheart, I Wept in Free Verse More Like This
with tired sighs
like the name of god
pressing into my palms
or passed square under my shoes.
I watched you -
muzzle down and hang corners
never one for coming in
through conservatory windows
And so what
if you had the whiff of a bobcat
what mostly mattered
was that you'd come
and decided to stay
slamming on lights
your clever way
of getting my attention
to impress my skin
enough to change colors
as if I could ever shimmer
with moonlight sleeping so close.
My marble floors
drunk as punch
and grasping at straws
sharp as noon -
they swear at bay all over my bed
and your touch
was a thing to be marveled at -
I let it burn
in measured hours
- sharp -
In your arms
I could taste the night
and it was almost
If truth be told,
I always did
like a good cry, sweetheart.
AloneShe lists the things he hated;Alone in Free Verse More Like This
As those now all in his home.
She rests her head defeated
As her father's love is scorned.
A wicked twist of fate,
Unleashed upon those close.
And the weeks go by alone,
Living seldom in a shell.
She traced the path the arms leave,
On the clock upon the wall.
And wonders how he's feeling;
Living freely all alone.
The burn.Burn for the end and burn for the restThe burn. in Free Verse More Like This
Single in it's solace, well lit in the mist
The burn of the candle in wax that had fell
Serenely in motion to land on his chest.
So she reads songs on sheets; Bleeds words with her ink,
Thinks twice of her life and the truth it keeps.
All the pain of a happy smile
So childish and warming and finally real.
All of he minds of the free and frail
Supposedly hidden, suprisingly jailed.
Silent in guilt imposed from the sides
Rightly subsided, rightly imposed
Silent on trident, forked on it's steel
Roughly divided and justly concealed.
They always suspect the closetI crave your sound to tie me down.They always suspect the closet in Free Verse More Like This
I crave the morning's whispers.
The flow of air on early ears;
The subtle way it tickles.
They always suspect the closet;
Dear friends of mine inisde.
They never see the windows,
Only doors still locked up tight.
Ebb and flow of violence
In the twlight of her life.
The Ebon flow of blood;
From her organs as they bled.
I fear the touch that breaks it
And the moment it would thrust
You far away from innocence,
And the nonsense of the past.
Self worthI have low sights set on firesSelf worth in Free Verse More Like This
Burning beacons in the distance.
Sentiments of self worth -
Images of their fractured surfaces;
Blemishes on the eyes of truth;
Squares within their circles.
Among the bullrushes, nestled,
for the Earth to pick dry.
I see my soul in cradle
As life passes me by.
First depressionYou leave me with a sharp sting;First depression in Free Verse More Like This
First depression of your figure.
Imposed in bloodied linen sheets,
Too sinister to linger.
Taught me with pain and tort stick.
Shamed me immobile with the subtle way your hips
Moved in time with your eyes.
They bound me through a thread,
Limp yet feared to stretch,
Lest my eyes become your goal.
So I reclaim my broken soul;
Two whole pieces of a reckless cleave.
Weave back my tattered sheets,
Beneath; my beaten heart.
To start again the anger
And to leave behind the shame;
To seethe with all you wronged me.
Little sense in what I hear.
You leave me a nice first impression.
You greet me tongue first and twisted
Face on weak shoulders. Timeless.
Nameless. Blameless in innocence.
Now I amSee me now and how the smile plasteredNow I am in Free Verse More Like This
Criss cross, indefinate across my face
Is bleeding softly to be no bother
And no worry to the one's she left.
Displaced by dusted waves echoed through time;
Blackest of internal juice long since sublimed.
And yet I wet my lips to let my true intentions show
The sickly supposition that's she's missing nowt at all.
Because she wronged and cast you aside to the slowly sinking sands.
Consumed and absorbed into the waters of all man.
Ebon of internal and the carmine of the whole;
The bloodied sand sinks further in completion of her goal.
MentalityMy attention spent on shiny eyed puppetsMentality in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes avoid my own
Still rusted at the sides
And blackened at the core
My foreground a realm of bright lights
Retreats and delights of the senses
A definition of mortality
Morbidly tatooed on the scars
Lilly bedsLittered little coffins, splintered wooden windows.Lilly beds in Free Verse More Like This
Miss this and suffer loving's deathly cold embrace.
Spit on weaping widows, skip through all their riddles.
Bliss snipped and glued upon her tattered journal page.
Stiffened limbs and toughened skin secured in balms of light.
Twice fed and hungry hounds bethrothed in lilly beds.
Sped up and pent up, emotions feeling raw.
Fed up of glue and all the sticky messes made.
BelatedAbsurd new twists to a plot since set in stone;Belated in Free Verse More Like This
Squeemish to the facts that never seemed to show,
Through a spattered window-pane still stained with the blood
The young and simple shed behind in vain for what they saw.
Some things better left unsaid;
Romances never should begin,
On a bed of nails, shards of glass
Of a shattered friendship from the past.
Fraternised now we sew the seeds,
Our great growth their bounty.
As far as my eyes take me;
Thank no more for this.
Forever's never longCatching she who fell from grace just to lay her on the bench,Forever's never long in Free Verse More Like This
As her lazy thoughts are spent hoping this would never end.
That moon that shines in perfect time with all your new endeavors;
The sun-lit crimes that take their time to rip it all to pieces.
But forever's never long in young love;
And the little lazy thoughts are wrong.
Forever soon surrenders to the truth
Of a sick and hopless trudge:
Through the fen of solitude;
The murky air of home.
The sparkles in the eyes
Of the strangers that you grow
To favour as your neighbours,
In a new adopted home,
So you dont feel all alone again;
In walls you can't remove.
My StrawberryMorals are hand in handMy Strawberry in Free Verse More Like This
And beliefs escape eager lips
Mingle in our atmospher
And gather at our hips..
Capture my grinning cheeks
As kaleidoscope green eyes search my soul
Seeking love with butterfly kisses
While fervent fingers
Find solace in my center.
Tiny waves of shivers
Make my toes curl
As lips collide
And tongues tie,
"I Love You," whispered for ticklish ears to take in and cherish.
splinteredMy ankles hit the floor as my feet gave way to the gravesplintered in Free Verse More Like This
The breath escaped out the back of my neck
And, shoulders first, the de-fleshing began.
i swallowed the pressence of myself in that
and spat her back into reality
as she fell with a cracked skull.. her eyes a synonym for a bruise
the shins splinterred and the spine fell backward into her brain
i watched with cold eyes as the blood poured from my lips
she screamed. and i felt no pain
the emptyness of fleshTear me torip me tobreak methe emptyness of flesh in Free Verse More Like This
into f r g m n t s
The vomit running in my eyes doesnt compare to the way in which you break my bones. This bruise reminds me of my mother and the way she used to bend.
Theres blood under the skin, but its out of place. Not unlike my brain which sinks into the moist pocket of my skull, begging limp for freedom.
As you seep into my gut i wonder about the emptyness of space and how it must exist for i can feel its v a g u e edges in my chest.
My ribs press forward. My tongue sits behind split lips and rots: insipid and fearfull
Fervent you twist within me, spitting.
And choking myself from the inside i taste sour,
The bitterness of my stomach foring red skins and shut eyes.
032- nightthe sun has moved on from her relation to the sky032- night in Free Verse More Like This
again and again
the sky weeps hypothermic depression
and hides under a mourning vail
"count your bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums"
she'll sing you to sleep(apnea)
spacial contradictionsyou and ispacial contradictions in Free Verse More Like This
we're not so different
...but you control the stars
and i sit back to watch them die
years after it happened.
Crippledand the sheep turned on their sheopardCrippled in Free Verse More Like This
and drank their savior's blood
thinking it was rain
as the bombs tore holes in God's skins
and he quieted..,
but not for many years.
after all that was left was a scar and His hands. which took on arthritus.
never sleep before 3 amEmptynever sleep before 3 am in Free Verse More Like This
With something thick in the middle
Sliding from side to side like a dead rat.
Hollow head and limbs
Like too many organs and not enough b o n e s.
And it only took twenty minutes
Gutted by some unimaginable spoon-
The sleeping oblivious.
The Offering You fed me little white lies like sugar cubes to make my tongue sweet with silence before you handed me my head and told me to suck your crystal dick, so i could offer up my throat as you coruscated inside me, throwing everything into a negative perspective from a golden god to a fondling finger fuck, so you could take off like a rocket through the wormhole of my landscape as i screamed in unison with the blackbirds, my pitch high enough to condemn you into climax and shatter your sweet september sanity.The Offering in Free Verse More Like This
EternalMy sex is your supernovaEternal in Free Verse More Like This
So the nebuli burst forth from my womb
And mother stars within my crevices.
I fondle the v i r g i n moon and
Ashamed, she turns her pale cheek.
Your black holes are my sores
Silent, I exhale explosions and with my fingertips,
Condense the dust into galaxies,
Spitpolishing all those pretty planets
While digging out commets from my left canthus.
My skins are the empty space
My mind, the inertia of gravity
My eyes, the many suns and stars
My mood swings, your seasons
My heartbreak, your acid rains
My happiness, your cloudless beaches
My life, your universe . . .
This is How We CryGutThis is How We Cry in Free Verse More Like This
The fish that
Has become me and
Leave my face
On the floor where it belongs
Smashed and bruised.
My bones as cat toys
And feel it as it slips out of a
Tainted meat bag
That was my own personal deformity
All I had.
Your hooks from my mouth;
The blood that is freefalling from my face.
Beauty in the Eye of the ...Beauty in the Eye of the BeholderBeauty in the Eye of the ... in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The first sight was enough
Long, dishevelled hair
Facial stubble, rough,
with a cross eyed stare.
Coat hanging ripped and torn
Off shoulders hunched
shoes and trousers holed and worn
looking down at hands all bunched.
His breath foul and rasping
He shuffles forward, bent in pose
But in his hand he is clasping
The flower of the perfect rose
Sing SongSing SongSing Song in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I go now
to sing my song
in front of
I take a deep breath,
filling my lungs
close my eyes
See youSee youSee you in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So sweetheart another day is done
and honey, another battle won
but lover, I really have to run
Ill return darling, well have a bit of fun.
SoftlySoftlySoftly in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Your hand caresses my newborn skin,
Down like, the fine hairs waft
In the cooling summers breeze.
Music plays in the distance,
A lullaby to relax my mind.
A thrush flies gracefully overhead,
Effortlessly, gracefully, silently.
Your finger in the palm of my hand;
Secure in the strength,
Confident in the love.
As if trying to draw power.
My eyes close to the softest thoughts
As I tumble off to sleep
In dreams of cotton clouds.
DisgustedDisgustedDisgusted in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When the cigarette pack
must be hidden
and public smoking
Most the population
cheered and applauded
whilst the man shoots up
in the gutter.
When the cigarette pack
is banned from view
and public smoking
is made illegal
Most local residents
cheered and applauded
whilst an innocent wife
was beaten senseless.
When life is restricted
and banned from view,
freedom, rights and liberties
lost but to the few
will they make a stand
for the battered child
for the elderly couple
who feel defiled.
The InterwebThe Interweb ThingyThe Interweb in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Twisted, covered, coloured and coded,
copper cable, eight to a sheath,
carrying data including this poem
to silicon heaven and the interweb
Technobabble baffles the brain
the Babel Fish fails to decode
thoughts go in to overload
then this poem appears spɹɐʍʞɔɐq
My AntonymMy AntonymMy Antonym in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Whats that feeling
coursing through my core?
whos that dealing?
they are opening every door.
Why? I believe its life
twisting the knife.
Whats that glow
burning through my days
Whys that scream
disturbing in so many ways
Why? I believe its life
twisting the same old knife
SynaesthesiaSynaesthesiaSynaesthesia in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I hear your shape
In the darkened room
Rich as royal blood
I feel your sound
Making shapes in the air
Lightening my senses.
Your voice chimes
Like a candle lit room
Full like the setting sun
The intellectual colour
Of battling wits
Fulfils my hearts desire.
King HoraceKing HoraceKing Horace in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Horace stood, a gentleman perplexed,
looking from within his kingdom.
His mind, uneasy and greatly vexed,
contemplating his Subjects freedom.
Because Horace, an uncomplicated man
had learned that very morning
of a fiendish and a dastardly plan,
to usurp and overthrow him.
He donned a crown that auspicious date,
as well as his impressive sword,
standing confidently, facing his fate
he addressed the mighty horde.
The feelings he spoke, from deep within
so enthralled that mighty throng
that, defeated, the pull out did begin
to be later, recounted in song.
What was the sentiment, bravely expressed?
What gesture held so much sway?
It was presented by a man distressed,
then lost until this day.
With his feelings shown, in open hand,
he kneeled and kissed the ground,
then, prostrate lay, he embraced the land
the respect echoed silently round.
So when you wake to face the day
and your worries are a-building,
don humility and address the fray,
in a way that shows your c
LettersLettersLetters in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
down the rough, handmade paper,
ink stained, fond memories,
in a childish hand, thoughts embellished
flicks of the quill. A single thought,
embroidered in words of unimaginable power.
of desire and lust, a dream not yet reached
hearts are lost, broken and new lives reborn
notions of celebrated togetherness
in frightened layers of tired loneliness,
for reality to blow the hate away. Still the
gently down the page, pooling in the corner
in a pool of disregarded and missed hope.
purgeI rise from a bed of jeering brass,purge in Free Verse More Like This
my breath gone white
in a room filled with smudge pots.
On the last hour of the final day
with fingers gone numb
I gaze from a window,
memories of a choleraic dream
brush against the pane like strangers
from layers of winters passed.
Don't make me regret all of this
now that I'm about to be shown
in the fraction of a heartbeat-
to purge me clean of this plague
with nothing left to trail behind
oh god please
Don't sully me
with baggage of a stratagem
meant for you and not for me-
if I let myself think about it...
.p.e.a.r.l.s.received from your mouth.p.e.a.r.l.s. in Free Verse More Like This
the song of your blood,
slow and murderously hot
as it passes over
a string of pearls
from the shell
where my hips reside-
a chain reaction
to the purest cell
the first thought
and the last word
going dense and dark
flickering dim and then out-
no sign of life until
we rise and spark
into existence, you and I
flowing free as sea poppies-
revived by the camphor of you
splayed and rinsed clear,
the rain coming down unfurls
salty milk that drains
against the brilliance
of my string of pearls
learning to swima shudder in me like the rattlelearning to swim in Free Verse More Like This
of an abacus, gagging from
the tentacles of recall,
of body parts never used for their
intent and purpose, choking on
the anguish of smoke
meant for the purification,
to shed all I know, in a solitude
I can no longer deny,
throwing my breath, suturing shut
the way back to the last thing
I saw or thought or said-
there are nights when my tongue
becomes a sea cucumber,
and I forget to breathe
when it's time, will I remember
in the ruin of my reflections
that I used to breathe underwater,
to discover that it was always
little else, and do I want to know;
the current takes me where the river bends,
perhaps that's really what death is...
learning to swim all over again
serpentPretending to be a lover,serpent in Free Verse More Like This
you come to me as a man
to the pomegranate tree,
blind sighted by your hunger
to taste of its
Now, a serpent transformed
with darting tongue
sniffing out the promise
of fallen fruit
split by crows taking flight
as you approach
low to the ground, unblinking
stare like tiger's eye
when I succumb the weight
of cool scales wrapping round
the membrane, smothering
rubies of luscious red with the
undulations of your legless crawl,
to the heady quench and thirst
between the spongy chambers
of bloodied pith.
Needles of GrassNeedles of grass-Needles of Grass in Free Verse More Like This
how they constantly rage,
feeling like fire spreading
the slow burn that will soon
lick at my calves,
that makes my toes seize
and my fingers buzz,
fighting the hollow numbness
of the saccharine drip,
eroding the perception
of sight and thought that
drowns in a single depth
the ebbing of low tide
on a beach of finest silt,
unable to support
anything heavier than the
sea salt that
weeps from my nostrils...
a cycle, a cyst-
extolling their revelation,
a parasitic resolve-
reading a muted fortune
as seen through the
uncorrupted facets of
a perfect diamond
that never realizes
its own appreciation,
only the inevitable-
unable to grant that
this too shall pass
when I will be reduced
through needles of grass.
SongbirdShe was blind, but could seeSongbird in Free Verse More Like This
everything. Nothing held back
the girl with moonbeams for eyes,
feeling the gardens she walked,
through dozing dewdrop buds,
and stepping from tangerine
puddle to tangerine puddle,
rippling away rain clouds from
the sky at her feet, as she shook
constellations from her hair,
while birds sang from her throat.
Swallow the SunI curl into nothingnessSwallow the Sun in Free Verse More Like This
while you make me over
with stories, praising
everything you love and hate.
Tell me what I want to hear
and I promise
not to believe a word of
what you can't help saying.
Swallow the sun, to
insinuate and flow as I
writhe and coil
beneath your gaze.
Taking it in, yet you
haven't touched me once,
only your voice
dripping words onto flesh,
sticking to the dampness
that puckers and yawns
with each sensation.
It's all I need to know
as my spirit gravitates,
instead of imploding,
without the drama.
How much easier now
to crawl inside me
and bring the sun with you.
rendercedar smoke spires from offrender in Free Verse More Like This
ruching the length of sky-
dampness persisting more
deeply, never to
fully cure, only to warp
through the lining of
myself, a rubric
keeping this soul imbued
and disrobed, to drift
away from the fires where
all others mull and follow
and gather unaware
in a languishment
to render their tallow
Corruptwhy do I pine the love andCorrupt in Free Verse More Like This
mourn that which has never left?
a humming dulcimer-
raindrops strike the wrought iron
is there no one [else] left?
I lost everything to love
alone... so alone
your hand reassures me
you've always found me beautiful
in spite the perversion
your distance humbles,
resurrecting me, well-meaning,
to have it dashed
seeking not penance, but
the fires of your corruption
taking my body in the conflagration,
becoming one at last as my
ashes blow back onto you
Epochghostly scatterings of blackbirds-Epoch in Free Verse More Like This
hallucinations in their wake,
like the low-lying fog
below the clouds
just before rain comes
and plays blues in the streets,
filling the gutters
where uranium fish glow,
while in blows the sweet scent
of new grass and sage, secreted
in the alleys of abandoned chaos
that cover bygone seasons
of attempt and loss-
the baritone of wind through
the nostrils of the old tree
where I stand under its limbs
of sparse buds
(perhaps the last year)
to a chorus of knuckles cracking
from the slow heavy drips on
the hood of my Mackintosh;
a yellow jacket flying amidst
the gray morning
of an empty Sunday,
waiting in the eye of
the epoch of our spring
with its audacious need
to be born, even if by breech
to the sound of racing footsteps,
the scree of lightning,
and the clank of forceps