Ukulele Trivia"You call this a guitar?" Morin picked at the ukulele with disgust. "It's all high-pitched and whiny."Ukulele Trivia in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Like your voice?"
"Ah-hahaha. That's hysterical. High-class humor, there."
He grabbed the ukulele out of her hands and inspected it closely. It was a cheap, tourist thing, with strings made out of fishing line and edges that could give you splinters. There was a picture of a woman hula dancing on the front. She only had four fingers.
"It's a ukulele," he said. "-not a guitar. They're in the same family of chordophones, but the ukulele is actually more of a plucked lute than a guitar."
Morin didn't look particularly impressed at his knowledge of instrument classification. "Why's there a naked woman on it, then?"
"She's not naked, she's hula dancing. Women do it in Hawaii." Elias strummed it a few times. It produced a sound somewhat similar to that of a chorus of birds plagued with the stomach flu. "A lot of people think ukuleles come from Hawaii, but they're actually of Portuguese des
Held CaptiveWhile she left to use the restroom, Rosco ordered them a plate of biscuits and two glasses of sweet tea.Held Captive in Humor More Like This
Ill get that right out, the waiter said. He paused and then added, Im being held here against my will.
Then he left to get the sweet tea.
Hes cute, Marietta said when she sat down.
Hes being held captive here.
I dont know, Rosco said honestly. He just took my order and said he was being held here against his will.
They watched as the waiter filled their cups with ice from behind the counter. He was younger, dark either from the sun or just from being foreign, and when he looked up he smiled politely at them.
Its not like hes shackled to the floor, Marietta said. Theres a door right there. He could just leave.
But maybe they were a different kind of shackles, he thought. Maybe he was being figurative, stuck in a blue collar,
Experimenting with AlcoholYou want to try some? They call it Danish Horse Water.Experimenting with Alcohol in Humor More Like This
Yuck, I said.
What? Oh. Ew. No, its because the vets used to give it to the horses during the war. Cant very well charge the lines with a hurt horse, now could you?
I couldnt imagine doing anything with a hurt horse would be very easy, and he seemed to hold himself in an authority of sorts so I had no trouble believing him.
Pour me a glass, I said.
Empty JarsI wiped awayEmpty Jars in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the dust and clay,
the candied freckles that I found
made sugar pocks
and age-old locks
filled the jars without a sound.
MilkIts lucky none of this means anything, she said. Or else the two of us would be in big trouble.Milk in Humor More Like This
Are you still reading those Amelia Bedelia books?
Of course not. She gapped just a moment too long.
I get up before the milk comes in the morning.
Im up earlier than the milk.
They say that people stranded on deserted islands start adjusting to the loneliness before they adjust to their living conditions. Being rescued sends them into a bout of depression. They crave the alone time.
I dont even drink milk.
Shutting UpId bite my tongue on purpose, he said. Id do loadsShutting Up in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of incredibly stupid stuff deliberately if it meant youd
be happy again. Just say the word and I will. For you.
Because I will. Just bite it right off. Right now. If
itd make you happy, course. Shut me up
forever. All I'd be able to do is make
annoying little noises like
Fight SneezeThat sounds disagreeable.Fight Sneeze in Humor More Like This
It was rather disagreeable.
Marietta pleated the ends of her gingham dress and coughed nervously. She had that tickle in her nose like she was about to sneeze, and the more she focused on it the more she knew it was never going to come. There was an awkward tenderness to small-talk with your boss in pajama pants, and she wasnt entirely sure she was ready for the responsibility. Besides-
Bless you, he said, and she sneezed promptly. With a frustrated mutter she grabbed the hankie out of her sleeve and stuffed her nose into it.
How did you do that? she asked angrily, still face-hankied. That sneeze has been hanging around for days!
It didnt want to disappoint me, Rosco said glumly. Nobody ever does.
Circus of Unimaginable ThingsSybil always said that it was only teasing when you were young. Once you were older, it was foreplay, and everyones intentions became as dark as an armpit. What she didnt know then was that Im not young anymore and people are still teasing me and it has nothing to do with anybodys armpit, thats for sure.Circus of Unimaginable Things in General Fiction More Like This
You could tell she was old by the veins in her hands. She would sew while dinner was cooking, and if you looked close enough you could see the little parts that made her up pushing and pulling together, like a machine. I have a fear of old people now, watching their bones work like pulleys and levers underneath skin like the peels of a potato. The human body is dreadful enough as it is without having to see all the inside bits.
When I bought the story, I told him right off the bat that it wasnt to have any old people in it. He said it was tradition to have a loving grandmother here and there, and I must have lost my temper because then I told him tha
GhostYour house is very old, I told her.Ghost in General Fiction More Like This
This is not a house, she said.
Its a ghost in houses clothing.
I told her I was in love with a ghost and she laughed and said, So am I.
Thats quite a coincidence, I said. Whats your ghost like?
She took off my hat and put her arms around me. Hes funny and balding a bit early, and hes never home on time. And if we had children, they would be part ghost, but all him and me.
Do you want children?
She looked at my shoulders. No, she said. I want you home on time.
MothToday I called her a moth.Moth in Sketches More Like This
Nobody believed me when I said I didn't mean it as an insult. Moths are disgustingly beautiful animals that you see dead more often than alive. I remember when I thought that moth was just a dead butterfly, a special sound used for ripping the life out of something colorful and bright. The word itself is scornful and thick and comes from Middle English mot, meaning maggot. In Spanish, she would be polilla, which sounds like a dance, and in German, she is Nachtfalter, which is a dance.
I think everyone assumed I meant to insult her because it is true. She is dark and plain, and her hair is fuzzed all over. She smells dusty like our attic, but it is a pleasant smell, like remembering something you've forgotten.
And she would look best covered in leaves.
Air and thereStill here,Air and there in Free Verse More Like This
vacant spaces sweltering.
Wafting wind is sticky layers
Crystal evening, void of cares -
The imagined scent of you in the air,
and I'm speaking to you like you're there:
"Do you see that, love?
the movement, between those trees?
some spirits lurked -
On second thought..."
It's just the breeze.
I'd probably fall into you, then;
(In all the ways a poet intends,)
whether or not my footing falters.
You aren't fooled,
but lean into me, too.
(Because darling, that's what lovers do.)
The moment, frozen, turns electric blue;
Uncomfortable white whisps
in blood-kissed virgin skies.
Uneasy parents, half laughing,
cover the childrens' eyes.
As we'd scuffle away,
I think we'd laugh til we cried.
To the untrained eye,
the prophecy could be history;
this fantasy is memory -
but it gushes up inside of me
just the same,
Spinning thoughts return me
to the evening's sticky air.
And I swear,
the scent is unmistakable -
almost like it's really there.
One Who Knew WinterTentative as I am, and yet,One Who Knew Winter in Free Verse More Like This
somehow one has enraptured
within and without, past the concrete,
this captivated soul so close to departure.
I could taste it on my lips,
total abandon, burning, bitter,
drawing in to flood my veins and
harden me, a blind-eyed child of winter.
Who but a standalone product of this earth
could penetrate this grey world of stillness?
And, one in the same,
relieve the shadows, bearing brilliance?
It was not the singer or the dancer
or the painter, nor the mage or sage or God Himself--
It was the one who knew winter
and could draw from it summer's wealth.
Requiem for a FriendshipI will erase you, letter by letter.Requiem for a Friendship in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Silently will I watch every faded smile
twist into an undone dust.
This is not a hasty matter.
This is a deliberate whitewash to beguile
the abomination I knew as trust.
An oath was pledged with you, my friend.
In blood we were bound.
There was none to rival our reciprocity.
I was the first to fall, in the end.
No grace was found,
as my searching hand found only duplicity.
I carve you carefully from my heart.
This requiem deserves no procession.
Quiet dissolution keeps the anguish at bay.
Constructing thick walls has become an art.
Canopies strangle seeding digression,
a catalyst for the weary betrayed.
Dear Dr. ShrinkI stepped outside the door and IDear Dr. Shrink in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
flew out of my mind because I
just thought you should know.
I told you everything I swore
that I would keep inside but I
just thought you should know.
I don't know where I am right now
I feel a little weightless and
I wonder if that's right.
New questions rise where old ones fell
I feel a little naked and
I wonder if that's right.
Am I being told what to feel?
If so, I guess, I think, I know
...it's better than what I'd had.
To see the picture on my own
instead of through a mottled lens
is better than going mad.
do you know how I miss you?do you know how I miss you?do you know how I miss you? in Free Verse More Like This
do you know how often my mind wanders back to you?
do you know how many poems bear your name as their refrain,
composed by the trail of broken he-
arts you leave behind, while you
dance your toxic way through life?
do you know that I've tried to extract
from my mind for four years now and
failed miserably because the seductive
fragrance of the memories of you
flood back and hold me captive?
do you know how you haunt me
in every pair of broken, desperate eyes I encounter?
do you know how I can't accept the thought
that you'll never come back to me?
do you know how delightfully self-
indulgent I feel when I ask,
"do you know how I still love you?"
The IntentionWho am I to draw up from this weary mindThe Intention in Free Verse More Like This
and proclaim its labors to be clever or novel?
I am a stranger in a world of ash and dust.
Every song has been sung and faded;
Every poet's pen runs dry.
Every lover, every enemy, every heart begging repose
Has fulfilled its time in this space
And poured out its entirety for generations to come
(or at least this was the intention;
we are often lost in translation).
So, who am I to produce a creation borne of experiences worn and cliché?
Who are we--
each and every one, so anomalous to have this time to live--
Who are we to entwine our sorrows with sorrows long forgotten?
Who are we to dip our pen in the pain
poured from a late lover's heart,
Or fold ourselves intimately into the arms
of those who knew our lives
Before we came into this world?
picturespage by page ofpictures in Surrealism More Like This
frozen in ti
glim pse into your daily soul
pulls a little piece from my he
and flutters a tear like down . .
for rekindled mem or ies that through
dust upon gathers to c over
so quiet the whispers
planted warm in my ear
so long a go it seems (?
in endless these pictures )
you are nearer but
anger.acid-passionanger. in Free Verse More Like This
scalding apprehension ice-
knees lips hairs eyes
green like money-bile
or maybe not.
And the ground goes away.
ResurrectionThe ecstasy of this nightResurrection in Free Verse More Like This
enraptures me to the depths of my soul
This wind carries a sweet unfamiliar breath
of living nectar
I feel the earth awaken
in a symphony of eager silence
The first splashes of maddened color spring impatiently
from tentative bud
The life-giving pulse
of this first refuge from ceaseless winter
is a balm to my weary spirit
and a new dawn in the depths of my heart
Divine DissonanceA thick veil surrounds this moment.Divine Dissonance in Free Verse More Like This
Every inch of you fills my lungs
every breath, every heartbeat, every motion.
The rapturous clamour of all that is beyond our entwining minds,
The discord of death and decay and dissolution,
melts into a trailing afterthought.
Independently flowing and fervently intertwined,
we spell out the divine passage
through the dissonance in which we thrive.
My fingertips kiss the active electricity living under your skin.
You are water to my soul.
We ebb and we flow; we cling to no state of permanence;
Yet you are ever present
in the depths of winter or
the heat of this moment.
let me explainIt's not just a feeling of inferioritylet me explain in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but an irreconcilable irresponsibility.
Fifteen years' war has failed to cease it, so
who's to say fifty more would appease it?
This, the antithesis of Midas's gift:
Upon my touch even dreams turn to dust,
seeming worthless beneath the weight of my endless self-expectations.
Context unexplained, I remain an enigma.
Nowhere ever fills me up, nowhere am I ever enough.
I cannot follow where my hero has fallen
or retract after the fact, when I failed to act.
But the world's swift to trample those caught in the past.
Here is no logic, here is no sense;
here, all of that is irrelevant.
I am no victim, I am a consequence.
Cause and effect.
Pressure confined makes a volatile mind;
I walk a fine wire between sane and deceased.
Peace leaves me at its first opportunity,
the lone happy patron in an angry bar
full of trinitrotoluene sucking on nicotine,
taking shots of napalm through their clenched teeth.
And who am I to say that this is how I'm feeling now?
Fuck. Up.Fuck. Up. I etch those two words deeper and deeper into my desk. I glance back at my exam as the teacher strolls past but I cant bring myself to write down the answers. If I tried id let something out onto the paper that I wanted to keep to myself. That's why I busy myself 'defacing school property' instead.Fuck. Up. in Short Stories More Like This
I shouldn't be feeling like this. Not again. I shouldn't have that sensation of post-cut satisfaction again. I'm supposed to be happy. Everything's good, so why aren't I? I've got all the components of a perfect life. Great friends, loving boyfriend, decent grades in school, nice looking body, and yet I can't feel right.
My thoughts drift to all the stupid 'seemed like a good idea at the time' things I have done. All the booze, the sex, the scars, the drugs from the bathroom cabinet, all making its own moment seems better. All making its memory worsen my self hatred.
Some people say its dad's fault and I guess I can see what they mean. Being told your opinions are worthless and sma
i want to but how can i?I want trust you,i want to but how can i? in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But how can I?
When my arms still bleeding fresh under my sleeve.
Everything that I write now sounds cliché,
Even my thoughts just sound like crap now thanks to you.
I want to let it out,
But how can I?
When everything I do makes someone mad,
Try to talk,
Its not worth listening,
"Just stop whining you worthless piece of shit".
I want to feel beautiful,
But how can I?
When the face in the mirror hates the girl thats looking back,
Guess that guy I didnt know was right when he said,
"yeah all British chicks are ugly" and threw garbage at my back.
I want to have someone proud of me,
But how can I?
When Ive got no talents,
And the only one who thought I did,
Went home to heaven long ago.
I want trust you,
But how can I?
When my arms still bleeding fresh under my sleeve.
Everything that I write now sounds cliché,
Even my thoughts just sound like crap now thanks to you.
you make me...meYou sit in silence holding me,you make me...me in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
oblivious to your perfection,
unfeeling of the necessity,
of your very existence.
Half the time my world is dark,
the other half you're here,
just making my day.
Those times my body shakes from pain,
you'd stay up with me,
stroke the tears out from my eyes,
and sing me into sleep.
With no effort whatsoever,
darling you mend my heart,
kiss away my demons,
and give me these new memories.
You save my life with every blink,
Baby what you do for me,
is make me live,
make me love,
make me dance,
make me sing.
you make me....me! ♥
ill wake you when were nowhere The wheels of a city bus slip easily through the fresh layer of January snow that covers the streets. Its driver squints fiercely through the windshield trying to see past the blizzard into the frigid night.ill wake you when were nowhere in Short Stories More Like This
Its past eleven thirty now, the bus is empty, save for two passengers at the very back. They seem so out of place, him with his expensive winter jacket and neatly spiked blonde hair. And in his lap resting the head of his love. She almost seems not to fit with him either, her golden brown hair cropped short is a mess, the coat she wears is old and faded and her blue jeans hang off her thin frame and have a hole in one knee.
But then perhaps that's why they are here on this late night route out of town; perhaps they need to be free from opinions that say they're so wrong. The bus hits a bump in the road and the girl stirs, wrinkling her nose at the smell of cigarette smoke that comes from the s
Goodbye DaddyDear Daddy,Goodbye Daddy in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Noone's told me what's wrong with me.
All i know is im messed up.
And all i ever do is fuck up.
All i know is i can't be perfect.
And i'll never be what you wanted.
You didn't want me.
You were happy being a rebel.
And i came along forcing you to grow up.
You hid this from me for sixteen years.
But you can't always hide things like that.
Cancer stole from me the person i'd hold onto now,
If he was here i'd know i was beautiful,
He'd tell me like he did back then,
I want to feel love like that again,
I want him back,
Or i want to join him.
I'm in love now,
But you've made life hard on him.
You burned me so if he looses his temper,
Even for a second,
I cant stop shaking.
All i ever wanted was to make you happy,
make you proud,
but you never see the little things i do for you.
You only see the things i forget to do.
I can't pull myself out of this,
I've been doing that for too long.
I really did love you
Dive.Dive.Dive. in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Dive down into the deep,
dark water of what some would call your mind.
Feel it lick the bruises and abrasions,
Now abundant on your once perfect skin.
Float away on little ripples of emotions,
Spiraling up from your half black heart.
Breathe in a strange new substance,
Never to be known or tasted by another of your kind.
Crimson water She tells me she's bleeding. It won't stop bleeding, she says, and then I'm running, my bare feet pending the pavement, my mind praying for a miracle, my heart aching for her.Crimson water in Short Stories More Like This
The five-minute sprint from my house to hers seems to take an eternity or more and when at last I reach her door I throw it open with such force it bounces back on it's hinges and hits my shoulder.
The dull pain or the forming bruise is nothing compared to the one that rips through my soul when I see her, my angel, lying sprawled out of the cold tile of her bathroom floor. She's still wearing her dress, the black one with lace along the bottom, that she wore only hours ago when she hung from my arm, like the mostly beautiful accessory in both heaven and earth.
She still looks striking, even as the blood pulses from the cuts. There are so many all up her arm, the razor blade still clutched in her fragile hand. I fall to
Just the way i love youUnder a bridge trapped in by the terrential rain i claw at my arm with nails too short to leave a mark. Not worth it not worth it im so not worth it. Over and over the tape in my head plays the statement that feels so true to me. God why dont you pick up! I wasnt meant to die today, you were meant to be here, you were meant to kiss me and tell me to stay. I need you.Just the way i love you in Short Stories More Like This
Dont you see baby, my life hinges on you.
I pull myself out of the bridge and stare at the blinding sunlight, too numb to feel its intense heat and again i start to walk. I dont know where, i just cant go home not yet. Home is full of sharp objects i long for, nearly as much as i long for you.</i>
oh darling please hurry now and save me before its too late.
After hours of mindless lonely, homesick footsteps im back on my front steps, or the steps that should be mine at least. I creep in the front door and through a cool hallway to my dark bedroom. I throw myself dow
Do my lips taste of tears?Do i taste of tears?Do my lips taste of tears? in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
There's blood on my nails,
tempting the thought of more,
tempting the thought of collapse.
Fire burning behind my eyes,
i think im high off this pain,
keep a tally of the marks,
a tally of the broken hearts.
20 in total. some bleed alot.
ill wake u when were nowhere 2 The snow has stopped now; they left it behind miles ago. Damp pavementill wake u when were nowhere 2 in Short Stories More Like This
and tall, dirty looking buildings replace its icy freshness. The bus
comes to a noisy stop and the boy in the back slides out from beneath
his weary love and slips one arm under her legs, the other behind her
back to lift her up.
Holding her tight to his chest he walks down the aisle to
the front of the bus. This is the forth one they've transferred onto
and he no longer knows their location. "Excuse me sir?" he asks the
driver, keeping his voice low so as not to wake the girl in his arms,
"but where are we?"
The driver gives the couple a concerned look and whispers back,
"you're in Vancouver my boy. Is everything alright?" he nods in
response and flashes a perfect smile, then carefully exits the bus, making a beeline for the nearest bench.
It's damp and unpleasant to sit on but it's better than nothing. As he sets h
Your NothingToo fool to understand you,Your Nothing in Free Verse More Like This
Too weak to resist you,
Too slow to catch you,
Too far to touch you.
Sometimes I feel my words are not enough.
Sometimes I think you even forgot my name.
Sometimes I'm not sure if you know I exist.
Sometimes I cry for you without tears.
Cause' each word is for you,
each word falls down from my eyes,
from my soul,from my heart
and just wanna express how empty is my life, my time,
my love, my hands, my lips.
I can't find the way you see me as I see you.
I can't find the way you think of me
spending every moment of the f...ng night
just imagining your eyes saying you need me
as I need you.
My pillow is full of my kisses.
My pillow has the marks of my hugs.
MY pillow knows my dreams about you
and even knows your name.
But, probably I'm just a number in your life.
Probably, you're just kind.
Probably you're just polite.
Probably I just mean nothing.
Nothing, that's me,
the nothing that loves you in the silence,
the nothing that screams when nobody hears,
Everytime I see youEverytime I see you,Everytime I see you in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know what to do,
I feel silly, I feel ugly
and don't know what to say
Cause you're the top of the world,
You're a princess, I 'm a fool.
You're the Heaven, I'm just mud.
I could live without air
but I couldn't live without you.
Hold me, hug me,
Kiss me, stroke me.
Make me smile
Give me life.
Make me yours.
Fill my mind, my heart,
Let me love
Let me find...
the way to your dreams
the light of your eyes.
Tied LoveI wanna taste you with a kissTied Love in Free Verse More Like This
I wanna feel the flavour of your dreams
when my lips rub yours.
The tip of your nose touching mine says: I feel you
and I love you
and I need you.
Then I smell you
it's like opening a window in the middle of a field in Spring.
And the clouds call you from the sky
and I hold you tight.
And the sun calls you from the sky
but I hold u tighter.
And the sky calls you
and I hold you tightly.
And the stars call you
and I tie my hands to yours.
And the planets from Mars until Pluto call you
and I tie my waist to yours.
The whole universe call you
and I tie my feet to the ground.
The angels call you
and I tie my heart to your soul.
And then the gods call you
and I tie my soul to your lips.
Then the God of gods calls you
and I tie my life to ur life.
and u bring me to God.
I wake up
and you're looking at me laying,
my eyes closed,
a flower on my chest;
your dress is black
but not your heart,
only the death could separate us.
Lost LoveHold my handLost Love in Free Verse More Like This
And let me feel the freedom,
Touch my head
And let me think of you;
Kiss my heart
And let me show my love,
Find my lips
And let me tell the truth,
Close my eyes
And let me see your moon;
Cause your soul is my light
And your words are my blood,
Just you make me feel alive
Just you get I realize
That your world is my world
And your life is my life
I don't know who I am,
I just know I'm a man.
Let me sleep in your arms,
Let me dream of a girl,
The rose that I lost,
The sun that I´ve found,
The spring that I get.
I had a dreamI had a dream,I had a dream in Free Verse More Like This
I was an artist.
People liked my drawings.
They wanted me to draw them.
It made me so happy.
It made smile.
I had a dream,
My fingers loved pencils.
My eyes were in love with the sky.
My oils could talk about the sun.
It made me live.
It made me believe.
I had a dream,
I drew my grandpa.
I drew my wife.
I drew my sons.
It made me sing.
It gave me life.
I had a dream,
I'd stroke your cheeks.
I'd kiss your hands.
I'd call you mom.
I'd feel safe in your arms.
I just was seven weeks old
When you decided
quiting to me.
When you decided for me
if I should live.
When you accepted they touch me.
When they took me off from you,from your warmth.
When they cut my lil fingers
I knew I wouldn't draw anymore.
When they cut my lil legs
I knew I wouldn't be able to walk holding your hand.
When they cut my head
I knew I'd not see the sky I saw in my dreams.
It was not my fault
that guy abused you.
I hate him, I hate him.
But I wanted to be in ur arms.
Why did you do it?
I loved you so mu
My Dream is YouA dream is losing in a cloudMy Dream is You in Free Verse More Like This
And floats and flies.
A voice that comes from the lips of a virgin,
A kiss that touches my memory,
A hand that moves my hand.
A dream, my dream, yes, it's lost.
A voice, her voice, always there calling me.
A kiss, her kiss deleting my sadness.
A hand, so soft, guiding my life,
guiding my soul.
My dream now is you.
You're my goal,
You're my effort,
You're the word that signs the end of my life,
You're the life that gives me a meaning,
You're the meaning of my past,
You're the past somebody hurt,
You're my star, you're my sun,
My happiness, my present,
My Christmas day.
And some day I heard your voice.
My name sounded so sweet comming from you.
How many years I waited,
Even I forgot how to pronounce,
Even I forgot how to smile,
how to love, how to cry.
Your love in a kiss.
No, this is not a kiss,
This is a sweet touch of your soul,
This is the Spring stroking my Winter,
This is you accepting a bounch of mistakes that bring my name.
My hand is that weak, that
When the moon fell downI'm the sun,When the moon fell down in Free Verse More Like This
so strong and powerful,
ready to give life,
ready to speak,
ready to call,
ready to sing,
ready to love.
I'm the sun in love wiht the moon.
The glorious, magnanimous,
My rays can touch your face, my dear,
but it seems you need more.
My arms can hug you,
but it seems you need more.
My lips can burn your breasts,
but it seems you need more.
I thought I had you.
I thought you liked my beauty.
I thought we'd meet in the morning.
I thought you needed me.
I thought you felt me.
I thought you cried for me.
I thought I was yours.
I thought you believed me.
Now your voice stopped saying my name.
Now your hands can't stroke my hair when I sleep.
Your heart is far,so far from me.
And I'm far from you,
but I never left,
I never quit.
I never put my heart in other hands
'cause you were my life,
You were my soul, you were my eyes,
a lovely dream,
You meant everything to me,
each day, each night,
each word I say was so true.
Being with youIt could be better.Being with you in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I could be taller or stronger
but you don't care.
I could be handsome and nicer
but you don't care.
You just love what I am.
You just love what I have.
I never thought somebody like you would love me.
I'm that simple, that silly.
I thought I'd be the last you'd look at.
I thought I didn't deserve you dreamed of me like that.
I'm just a crazy lonely man.
Maybe you're crazier, maybe you're blind.
No, my sweetheart, I'm not wrong.
When I say you're the most beautiful,
I don't lie.
I think all of you is perfect.
I think your eyes can see my soul
and your lips can make a poem just calling my name.
Your hair can dance
and your smile can heal my heart.
You already know what I'm gonna say.
You know the colour of my thoughts.
You know my past, you know my goals.
You know my fears.
You know my love, my dreams, my faults.
You paint my life wiht your kisses.
You draw a landscape on my chest
everytime you stroke my feelings,
everytime you touch my cheeks.
You have me in yo
The Sun and the MoonUnfair world,The Sun and the Moon in Free Verse More Like This
You love me
But I can't hold your hand.
You wanna kiss me,
But my lips can't reach your face.
You wanna hug me,
But your father cut my arms.
I'd prefer being one of my drawings
'Cause my drawings can't fall in love with you.
I'd prefer being a blind
'Cause I had not seen your eyes.
I'd prefer having no heart
'Cause I'm gonna die the day you say good bye.
But this world is unfair.
This world kills me.
This love is a lie.
This lie is a hole.
And if you fill my days
you get empty my soul
When you're not there
When you can't love,
When I'm alone,
Tasting my darkness,
Living a joke.
I know You understand me
And we know there is nothing we can do.
You love me like the moon loves the sun
And I look at you like the sun looks at the moon.
But they will never be together.
They will never touch their cheeks.
They will suffer until the end,
'Cause this life is just unfair,
'Cause I didn't make the rules,
'Cause we lost the chance to live,
I don't know howI could count eighty seconds in a minuteI don't know how in Free Verse More Like This
just seeing you
and they were not enough.
I could look into your eyes more than
a mother could look at her children
and it was not enough.
I could write seventy poems about your smile
and they were not enough.
I'm afraid you laugh.
I'm afraid you lie.
I've been waiting for this for long.
I've tried to show you my heart, my dreams, my soul,
I don't know what else to do.
I don't know how to say it.
I don't know what word to use.
But if you don't love me,
I can't do much.
If you don't feel the sun each time I say your name,
then I can do nothing.
If you think I'm just a friend,
then I can't insist.
I really believed you thought of me
everytime I had to go.
I really thought you needed me so much when you cried,
when I stroked your cheeks.
I thought you were my soulmate,
my dream, my girl, my all.
I might say sixty times 'I love you'
and you wouldn't move a finger for me.
I might give you the sky
and you wouldn't fly over my clouds.
Wicked ThoughtsI, naively, thought it was over.Wicked Thoughts in Free Verse More Like This
I was happy, I could smile, I could heal;
Four days of your absence helped me
But only for the mean time you'd been gone.
When you returned...your name uttered,
'There he is...'
I made the mistake of turning.
As soon as I saw you, I was swallowed
By your endless blue eyes.
Then every feeling I ever had;
Elation, delight, sadness, agony, anger, pain
Hit me just like a blow to the face
And now I'm right back where I started.
My moment's wish:
That those wicked thoughts hadn't deceived me
Into thinking I was over you...
So the slap of emotions wouldn't have
Been so rough,so jagged, like the blade
Of a kitchen knife.
So I could look at you and NOT scream
Or run away.
So you would just ignore me
Instead of think I'm insane.
That damned familiar anxiety
And swirling feeling consumes me again,
And I wish I could just
Truth In My MindOur world, our lives,Truth In My Mind in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by so much, too much
Hate and no compassion.
Listen to the wails and cries
As animals are left alone.
Look into the childrens' eyes
As they discover their parents are gone.
The people that live on and get away with anything,
Let go, freed, their guilt hidden in shadows
And then jailed, as we pay for their shelter
When their lives aren't deserved.
Corruption, thinner than air, wraps around them all
And around us, and we're oblivious to it all.
People subject to change never do.
Let me just ask you
What changes you would make to this world
To your life, and this society; this world
Filled with dreams that will never be
Sorrow and neglect, all I wish I could
Long Untitled PoemLiving in darkness since you've been astray,Long Untitled Poem in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hoping and wishing, day after day,
That I won't be unseen, that I can exist,
As someone you love, number one on your list,
But right now I mean shit, lower than dirt,
And I go unnoticed, and you don't see my hurt,
How I've been destroyed, mind, body, and soul,
You have the pieces, so make my heart whole.
It's there in your hands, yet you sit without sound,
And you toss me away, so I come tumbling down,
I know to the fullest, you just don't care,
Yet you cast out your love, and now I'm ensnared,
In a net filled with thorns, that rip at my skin,
But I'm too blinded to register the pain that I'm in,
Blinded by you, and your dark wings so soft,
I'd counted on those; Hoped they'd keep me aloft,
But instead they caressed me, then let me fall,
Leaving me drowning in the pain of it all,
Agony rips through me, dragging me down,
Lifeless and numb, I don't look around,
I just wish for silence, final and sweet,
Yet as pained as I am... I hope that in He
SomeoneI want someone...who wouldSomeone in Free Verse More Like This
Wake me up in the middle of the night
With a text out of nowhere that says,
'Just letting you know I love you.'
I want someone...who would
Call me beautiful
Without even seeing me that day.
I want someone...who would call me
Just so I would say 'hello'
Because they just wanted to hear my voice.
I want someone who loves rain.
I want someone...who'd kiss my scars.
I want someone who'd tell me they need me
Every single day.
I want someone...to love me.
That's all I want in life...
I want to love and be loved.♥
DarkYou glare at me with eyes of gold,Dark in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your ire forming a strong hold,
Frozen on the ground I stand,
You smile and hold out your icy hand,
I look 'round the world and to the sky,
You shout, and angry Caster cry,
I look into your golden eyes,
As all the Light inside you dies.~
Live OnListen, before you have to go,Live On in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I figure the least bit you should know,
I needed you inside my mind,
But I now know I'd been so blind.
Look at me, you'd never see...
Look, look into my eyes, I never thought you'd be so kind,
Now, now you have to leave, but please live on in me, please live on in me...
Concerned for my never ending fate,
Seeing you had been forbade,
But dreaming proved as just as real,
My pain you surely could have healed.
But just see, look at me...
Look, look into my eyes, I never thought you'd be so kind,
Now, now you have to leave, but please live on in me, please live on in me...
Walk away, leave me here to lie,
When you left I heard you heave a sigh,
Don't you want to leave for sure,
Our hatred for this world is pure...
When, when I know you're gone, I know I'll feel alone,
But forever you'll be in my heart;
True, anyone can see, how you live on in me, how you live on in me.~
My Poem About RacismPeople of this worldMy Poem About Racism in Free Verse More Like This
I believe in the rights of
Put to the test with
And homes and churches
Burned to the ground.
Earth hasn't the slightest clue
If it is for reconstruction or
Oppression that these charred buildings
Earth hasn't the ears to hear the
That the darker-skinned are
Earth cannot feel the sorrow
Of being put through it all.
But in my heart, I feel everything
In my mind, I wish for a change.
I wish realization would strike like
That our blood underneath the skins of many
Is the same deep red.
That as humans we have the same
As much as anyone else; we, inside, are the same.~
ChooseChosen Fates wrap around your mind,Choose in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hoping there's some good you'll find,
One eye be gold, one eye be green,
Both bright and strong; what could this mean,
What Fate you choose now, Dark or Light,
The other won't go without a fight,
Death creeps in on either side,
But Caster Girl can't run and hide.~
Caster BoyEyes like crystal, eyes so green,Caster Boy in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Brighter than the blue I've seen,
Internal battles with Dark and Light,
Crystal green the worst to fight,
Torture and heartache has left me a shell,
I've fallen for your evil spell,
Thrown away like a weathered toy,
I've fallen for you, Caster Boy.♥
Darkened SmileGreen eyes bore into my heart,Darkened Smile in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Kelting, 'We will never be apart',
Our deadly kiss spins me around,
When you don't stop, I'm falling down,
An evil laugh escapes your lips,
I stare up at you in the place you sit,
Your now gold eyes and Darkened smile,
I know you'll be leaving for a while.~
The FortressI'm sick of distancing myself from the world.The Fortress in Free Verse More Like This
I can't handle this anymore.
I crave intelligent conversation, devoid of petty arguments and personal anger.
I crave touch,
an embrace from the right person, any person.
I'm not uncaring.
I've just built myself a fortress, walls thickened by heartache and cheap shots and every time I've ever been let down.
Walls so thick they're impenetrable and inescapable, so I'm left there dying on the stone cold floors, rotting away from the inside out,
poisoned by what I no longer want to hear,
The Colourful CabinThere was many a day of adventure waiting around every summer sunrise at the house on Varna Drive. tall and proud, with its yellow bricks and large picture window, it looked much like every other house on the block. It was set apart only by the large white plaque bearing the number three, and the fragrant rose garden boxed in by blocks of wood as long as a giant's finger.The Colourful Cabin in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Indeed it was a very fine house, but the real enchantment lay beyond the house in the fresh green grass surrounded by a chain-link fence. There stood the tiniest cabin, tucked away under the gleaming metal of a slide.
The structure itself was wood, but the walls on the inside held artwork of the finger-paint variety. It was furnished simply and tastefully. An easel stood shyly in the back corner, stacked high with crisp white paper. In the centre, fat and low to the floor, sat a plastic table covered in the remains of primary coloured crayons, just waiting for the wildest imaginings of childhood to be brought to life.
ReflectionIn this new light it's all meaningless.Reflection in Free Verse More Like This
Your lies were pale,
The one thing I never wanted to address
is this feeling of utter emptiness,
that screams I'm incapable of loving
Keep the Napkins...I decided you needed to knowKeep the Napkins... in Emotional More Like This
Exactly how I felt
In this endless hellish cycle
We travel in each day
slapping on the label "Relationship"
to make it sound cute.
I couldn't do it anymore,
I was done with you
and your negativity,
done with being mocked so cleverly
with stolen kisses
and hundreds of empty "I love you"s
and the need to control me through the little things
like how I fixed my hair
the shoes I put on
The pictures I took
The jeans I wore
The drinks I drank...
The list goes on...and on and on some more
So I called you up
and set a time
We met at Second Cup,
though I drank a third and fourth
My Life is WaterMy life is water,My Life is Water in Free Verse More Like This
ever moving, always changing.
Wave after wave, day after day.
Crashing violently on rocks, spraying foam in the air.
Lapping at the golden grains of sand.
rushing towards the ground.
Liquid CouragePushing,Liquid Courage in Free Verse More Like This
Clawing it's way
Through every resolve I've ever made.
An intent for the better,
A change for the worse.
A burning need for liquid courage
Spreads through me.
A decision for much needed strength
Has left me weak.
Like the pulse in my veins,
For the help I can't bring myself to seek out.
Spiraling toward the ground
should not feel this good.
My heartbeat grows loud
As my body yearns for oblivion.
Fighting is useless
Once you've fallen so far.
And I feel like failure,
As I clutch the claws of the vile monster inside me.
The contents of this glass will bring it forth,
For it means release.
My intentions have turned,
It's a change for the worse.
...Failure never tasted so sweet.
Waking UpWaking up is...Waking Up in Free Verse More Like This
Feelings are too strong to bear.
After an eternity of seeing darkness,
the light burns your eyes,
eating you alive.
Is this not what you wanted?
Is this not what you've been longing for?
Is this not what you hoped would save you from
a slow and tiresome death?
Be careful what you wish for, love.
You'll get it in the end...
CreationistWhy do I create?Creationist in Free Verse More Like This
I create because I can;
I want to leave my mark on the world,
and paint it in rainbow colors.
How do I create?
I create with my heart;
I feel everything I make
and I accept the fact that I'm just as imperfect as my art.
What do I create?
I create pieces of my soul.
Everything you see made by me is a part of me;
it's a window to the girl behind the ivory makeup and harsh black liner.
They are my armor, keeping out all those who would challenge me to be something I'm not;
Windows can be turned into doors if you're willing to look beyond face value.
Everything is beautiful.
Everyone is beautiful.
It all depends on whether you're willing to open your eyes,
Just take the risk and see.
"We have" - Memories of YouWe've Been in love."We have" - Memories of You in Free Verse More Like This
(And out of love, and back in love once more before I won for good.)
We've made promises that we meant to keep
(Secretly they were made to be broken [though we didn't know it] )
But couldn't, due to lack of faith in ourselves
(Or so we say [to stave off the guilt for another day] )
We've been through it all
(That was all I ever wanted)
The Good and the bad
(any part of you I could get, I'd take)
Through Hell and Back Again.
(That's what love feels like)
We've taken our chances
(gambled with our lives)
And fought long and hard
(But never bet against fate; we both believed in it)
Just to get somewhere in this
(casino filled with hopes and dreams)
Hell we call life.
(Funny how something so beautiful can also be so terrible)
We've tried to escape
(Run hand in hand as far as our feet would take us)
The reality forced upon us
(Reality is just a state of mind driven by people who are scared to dream)
But we've never failed
(Only been struck by temporary setbacks)
I'm Telling You.You told me i'd be n o t h i n g without you,I'm Telling You. in Free Verse More Like This
that I'd be n o - o n e without you,
that my life would be w.o.r.t.h.l.e.s.s.
I'm telling you to look at me now.
I'm better off without you,
I'm finally finding out who I am
you are no longer here to controll me,
and, for the first time in a long time,
I'm learning to love life again.
You said I'd never make it.
I'm telling you to save it and let me go;</B>
Watch and see.
I'm done with promises that were outright lies wrapped in pretty ribbons,
and poor mendings of an abused heart.
I'm done with having someone controll me.
I'm done with you.
You never really knew me- I wouldn't let you.
You think you know my "type"? What exactly would that "type" be?
A strong willed, independant person who needs time on her own and space to live, think, and BREATHE?
Yeah, that's my "type".
Get over it, because I'm over you.
I'm done w
Remember Your DuesRemember Your Dues:Remember Your Dues in Free Verse More Like This
You think you can forget it;
As soon as you forget it,
Believe you will regret it,
Relieved of all your credit.
Your honour and your lifestyle,
Curled around my knife while-
You sit and play your games,
Thinking everything's the same.
But I'm watching and I'm waiting;
This patience suffocating,
But it's worth the while I'm waiting
For this hatred I am facing.
You thought it was forever,
And so you did endeavour;
To pretend the chains and ties,
That bind you; they have died.
But the fact is you have lied;
Forgotten where you're tied.
The markings on your side,
Remember why you hide!
But its too late for apologies;
The ice has just cracked -
And my gun has just cracked,
And soon you're getting capped.
No love for another traitor,
No love for another hater.
Remember who is greater:
A king or his creator?
-C-Dragon, 22nd April 2013
Into The Mental AbyssInto The Mental Abyss:Into The Mental Abyss in Free Verse More Like This
To the edge of the very abyss I have travelled.
With worn feet, gone bloodied and bare;
Dragged upon stones that stretch like sharpened spines,
Leaving tattered spoils of flesh in my wake...
Even so, I am incapable of halting;
Like a zombie, I remain numb and hypnotised.
Shambling ever onward, toward the glimmer of light.
Eager to be behold the 'she' that awaits me:
A wonderous wellspring of inspiration and knowledge;
Perfect, yet fragile, in both shape and form...
It is her majesty, her radiance,
That leaves me drained...
Alone in the depths, I am humbled and awed.
Yet the admiration that I feel soon turns corrupt,
It renders my thoughts both dark and cracked...
For if any other were to find her,
They would wield her as a weapon.
They would have no need for inspiration.
Creative thought would be an utter simplicity:
Leaving a perfect world, without opportunity...
Indeed I could never share such a thing.
Jealousy leaves me ugly, but still I c
My Beautiful FilthMy Beautiful Filth:My Beautiful Filth in Free Verse More Like This
We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...
Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force
And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivances
The filthy shame of these long years and the pain which I've kept inside
Now I engrave it into this concrete canvas...
Let all the world know of what was done to me
even as I part from it...
For in death I swear they shall have no reprieve!
In life I wanted to be beautiful and in death I shall finally be so
For the weight of
My Love is SicknessMy love is utter sickness,My Love is Sickness in Free Verse More Like This
I'll have you obsessed, until you're ruined inside.
And you will crawl and I will have you beg,
I swear I'll become the very voice in your head.
Oh you will suffer and you will sweat,
I will have you lusting for more than you get!
Losing it all, as lose your mind,
You're numb to this pain, so take this pleasure of mine;
Now open it up so you can give me more.
Close up your life and quickly lock up the door.
Or i'll have you spinning with my every touch,
And even when I use you it just won't be enough.
Your body desires and I'm letting it know,
You're already gone before I let you go.
My love is an utter sickness,
I'll teach you to love your very moment of weakness,
I'll teach you to crawl and I will make you beg!
I'll teach you what it's like to be mine in bed.
-Word of Chen, 16th May 2014
WiredDo you truly believe that you are made of flesh?Wired in Free Verse More Like This
Do you believe that it is blood running through your veins?
Or is it merely the feeling of circuitry,
Pulsating beneath a synthetic exterior.
Think about it logically,
If indeed you can.
You are in constant need of a connection.
One that makes you feel like a part of the whole.
But if you were to be cut-off from it.
What would happen then?
I am eager find out.
Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You... in Free Verse More Like This
No matter the years that pass me by,
It seems I am forever trapped.
For when it comes to deceiving myself,
I'm afraid I'm rather apt.
In the end the truth which I sought to avoid, is now knocking at my door...
A rabid rat that chews at me; one I can't ignore.
And though I might have grown this body, from the lonely years I've seen.
I'm afraid I can only chase the shadow, of my dearest Angeline.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2012
Yeah I'm Stupid!Yeah I'm Stupid!:Yeah I'm Stupid! in Free Verse More Like This
Indeed you are absolutely superior. A divine being, more intelligent,
Learned and completely right in everything you say about me.
However, if I might be permitted to as they say in slang
"Drop the beat", then I'd like to show you my own style of doing things.
Art thou ready for this my sibling from a different parent?
Sir can I have just a moment of your time? I think I lost
My will, let me sit and bust a rhyme rappin' like I'm
Edgar Allan singin' Raven songs, thank god I have a
life and love that keeps me really strong. See I
Understand the fact that you may not like the things I do,
Structure in your brain is wrapped tight like a metal screw.
But this is what you do when you are young
I'm breaking all the rules until I finally get sung!
So pass it on over if you're done with the whiny mic,
I'd like to show the world a new style it's the Chen life;
So everyone go 'Chen boo', this all the 'Chen boo',
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away in Free Verse More Like This
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
At The Other End of the BulletThey say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. Well, that didn't really happen to me. I remember it hurting; a searing pain in the back of my mind, and then it was all over...At The Other End of the Bullet in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I found myself floating, drifting high above the battlefield. My feet touched something that felt like an invisible glass floor, and soon I found that I was able to stand on it. It took awhile to get over my fear of heights, but once I did; I opened my eyes and just, watched, as the entire world carried on.
Funnily enough, I didn't feel much of anything at the time. I guess they tend to play it up in the movies. They always show that people remain angry, that people have feelings of wanting to do something or to accomplish something. But once you're gone, you don't actually feel much of that.
Instead, I remember being calm. I was very calm after that final moment. I would poke my head every now and again, thinking that the skin would feel raw, but other than that; I was alright. I
It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:It Came From The Dark in Free Verse More Like This
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
-Chen Yuan Wen, 11th December 2012
a.j. seale, privatei asked you once, ifa.j. seale, private in Free Verse More Like This
we were gods.
you breathed deep of
3am ; of summer ; and
your answer was a little slow in coming, and
taste-buds lashed out, they
liquefied Hunger and
dribbled cartography upon your chest.
StarlightStarlights lonesome blanketStarlight in Free Verse More Like This
Cast upon star-crossed lovers
Envelops endless miles
Between lonesome hands outstretched
In your laughter
(through the static)
Lonesome years fade,
A perfect life, so close, just
But close your eyes
Let time slip away
(so far, forgotten)
And wait for that time,
One perfect moment, years vindicated
(so safe) lost in my arms
(beginning the first day of
But for now,
One more night through the static
So far (yet so close)
And just know, my dearest
Only for you.
we came togetherwe came together,& grew apartwe came together in Surrealism More Like This
smothered with the dynamics of falling water,
we became fluid; mixed and fell in love with olfactory asphyxiation
my genes bonded with yours in a vacant gaze,
(we shrouded the stars and blue faded to black)
we eviscerated this night;
we filled it with nothing but silent december rain
&picked at the crust of a million abortions
this is what we were waiting for all along, wasnt it?
your body isyour body is (next to mine) ayour body is in Free Verse More Like This
poem within itself ;the
stanzas are curves, glued together with
punctuation marks of fluids&hairs&
lost in your gaze, i forget
its coming to an end when you
in memorylost, waist-deep in memoryin memory in Surrealism More Like This
we drank static from the pools of lasciviousness;
we wiped the compassion from our lips
clicki define my childhood with old cartoons and scrap mementosclick in Surrealism More Like This
and think about looking through them and click my favorite pen;
click, click, click
only its not a pen, its a pocket knife
i always used to wonder what would happen if it snapped and cut off a finger
i hate blood
bloods not so bad, really. it's the pain, more than anything that sucks
but even that seems to go away after a while and we all go about our business
scars never, ever go away
not even the one i got on my bike in the fifth grade
i stopped going to church in the sixth grade
it was the first time i left something behind and never looked back
i had forgotten i gave you my favorite pen a year ago
it was the best present i could think to give you for christmas
well you probably lost it and we sure fucked that one up didnt we?
our old song plays on the radio again
i think about driving up to see you for the first time, but think better of it in the end
im better off not going anywhere, any
valentine's rainvalentine's rain falls on our lonelyvalentine's rain in Free Verse More Like This
car ,but the windows are open &i ;
i let the wind compete with your kisses upon my cheek
i watch the street-lamps reflected in your eyes as
your hair clings to
my chest, as if afraid to let go; i let you
take my hand into yours& we trace little
promises inaudibly on our finger-tips
our lips write out the lyrics of our favorite songs
as they meet in secret beneath the stop-lights
blind gaze; &
the olfactory poems of your breath echo
upon my tongue as will transmogrifies and
reassembles itself into the symphonic dream of is and was
and though the night fades, our
bodies will never, ever forget the
promises traced upon them, nor
my lips and eyes the poems we recited when
defeated the spell of wintertogether we defeated the spell of winterdefeated the spell of winter in Free Verse More Like This
and, basking in the grandiosity of our achievement
watched our breath freeze and encapsulate the stars
&we Discovered them; and thus felt obligated
to rename them ,we named the north star
to the phantom of infatuationwe made love to the phantom of infatuationto the phantom of infatuation in Free Verse More Like This
to nights of almost
and found ourselves victim to the entropy of things,
&photographs whisper, out of focus
true love is
memory, hope and
the stains of semen on your hand