000.00I am composed of not but a nightmare,000.00 in Free Verse More Like This
stroked by your wayward sensual fingers. Sleep bubbles
in the spaces in which I cannot feel: the
bodiless, wistful spaces.
Waking is never my craft;
I was wrought by sickened lovers made for
togetherness. as they vomit together
they hold hands and sing. choking and sputtering
out words and filth, reducing
their stomachs to stained pink sleeves.
They are One and I am a stasis, a
dreamlike nothingness, a physiological
ringlets of the sun kiss my fingers and
dot the endless edges of your smile.
The creases of mankind fold thrice,
and rip with bold red puncture in the
My own sickness is inbred; a nightmare
is made for ugliness.
The moon hangs low and yellowed,
sunken with craters and it has that mouth with
bad teeth and lunar dust
that kisses the murky tide.
Your face is somehow only a hly breath of its light, finite and soft.
I wish you were.
if this is love then you can drown in iti am waitingif this is love then you can drown in it in Letters More Like This
for someone to flip me inside out.
trace the betraying veins
from seashell-pink country roads
my thigh, up close
to the red highways
and a clotted intersection
with a pulsing red glow.
i am mapped perfectly.
even the flaws are pretty much accounted for,
scribbled in hazy lines
somewhere on stained sheets.
can you see me? i imagine you
body spilled on the bed like cold milk,
hips brushing mine
with twin-bone love-languages.
grey waterstain mouth, no lipstick, moving
to find the words
you have been searching
so desperately for.
just let me help you,
i'm good with words. i'm good
at making out with them
in the dark.
but when it gets light, i have to squint.
talking becomes strange,
words are blisters. so many shades of candy reds and valentine pink
open sores on my tongue.
lay down with me,
feather girloften, i'm dreamingfeather girl in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
of my hands in your hair like
a halo of skin
underneathopening my eyesunderneath in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to see trembling water
miles above me
weightmy fingers are full of his words.weight in Letters More Like This
the scary thing here is not the hideous monster
lurking in the ribbons of my bones, the diseased
and paranoid vile animal that hunts in the avenues
of my poetry-stained mind. the horror in
this gateway, this carbon elaboration, has more a face
when described in passing as an empty bedroom, full of
a sweet pain, a mirage of light in the growing halls beyond
the door, the walls groaning and releasing musty exhalations
as the feeling fills and fills the room, like such bittersweet
memories, the kind that rush through you
with sharp feet, begging that you unwind time,
unlive the torture, something so unbearably lovely
there is nothing to do but endure. and endure.
and this greedy tongue of the sun, unfolding, spitting,
is wrapping me up in clandestine cities, skyscraping flames,
the gems of dreamer's tears glittering in the smoke.
the pain manifests, ripping out my glue and button eyes,
the harsh staples tearing free with small licks of sound.
suppression.there is something maniacal in the air:suppression. in Free Verse More Like This
the laugh of a pixie-waif.
a bambi with a shaved head, wrapping her purpled fingers around her wrists,
choking the feathered pulse.
she curls like a cat,
looks twice at the door,
the stitches hurt
when they want to,
when the skin decides
to free its bonds
from the slippery phantom body
soon skin becomes a fluttering slip, a wind
caught in the ensnarement
encapturement by force of vein.
the shine of petrified bone
is apparent, like
a marbled, heavy arrangement
of sweet, nodding fig branches
made pale by the moon.
her eyes are the strangest,
as they pass
through a lapse between
life and death,
windows to the soul
quietly become windows
to another world,
a place of implied silence
and haunting grace,
where pain is a metaphor
for every truth,
but you feel it anyway.
crumbling,i have been awake for fifteen minutes.crumbling, in Letters More Like This
your mouth in the crook of my neck feels
very much like sunlight, very much like i am
seeing things, schizophrenic and blue, hands shaking
like when i drive your car without looking at your body,
multicoloured and alive, listless in the front seat,
our music playing, breathing in the smell of leaves, of warmth.
your voice in my ear, you finding me in a crowd of people,
this is me remembering how lucky i am, how i am
more fortunate than i'd like to admit, knowing that
bleeding does not really hurt, exactly, because you cannot
comprehend the strength of the mind, a queen in feathers
and dark gowns, bird sitting in a bath of blood, surrounded
by fields of wire, broken teeth, smiling men who touch small windows
small windows closed by governments and purity and faith.
some days i was ripping out my vessels with nail scissors, i was
prescribed between swallows, the ebony crushing noises
of my throat making the same hacking choke
that comes throughthe s
easing, ceaselessly pleasingwhen i woke upeasing, ceaselessly pleasing in Letters More Like This
i tried to tell you about
the way the moon opens up
when i say your name, it makes
the most beautiful designs, it dances
in its rippled reflection of the lakes, the oceans
the moon, it opens up and blinks
takes a knife from somewhere in the drippy
mess of constellations in the post-midnight flush
of smoky violet sky.
this knife, it's grey and white, mottled bones
the moon, she's smiling, if you can remember that
smile, so sincere, so real, pink and soft and sensual,
the kind of smile that comes when you are
behind her, fucking her, and you hold her hands
and you say something, and you squeeze your hands,
she is just, smiling
it is that sort of real smile. and you watch
because the smile is just something so raw
you can't imagine why
she would ever smile at you that way,
but here she is, like i said, i say
your name and she, the moon, she opens up
her smile like a knife
her knife a song that echoes
human woes and descriptions of gore
depictions of whores
her own mirrored
midnight tonguei open my windowsmidnight tongue in Free Verse More Like This
to let in the chill,
allow the slip of air
against abrasions, a
dream of strangers
over my heart,
around my intentions,
and the way these circles
without ever seeming
as the smell of pine
permeates the room,
it fills the hall with
the little sounds
that would befriend
the very strange hands
of my beloved:
a dark strain of pale
reaching through abyssal blackness,
a kind of hidden shade
that knows me well,
kisses me under the blankets
when no one's
invisible pains for the visibly disappearingi am a rush of abandon,invisible pains for the visibly disappearing in Free Verse More Like This
can you see me when i arch my back,
turn my head,
stretch my legs out
in the bluish light?
what is it like,
to see the face of a lover
in a crowd,
in a room,
soft moments and memories
holding up the ballooning smiles
like nitrous oxide?
what is it like,
when flames crown in your chest,
when your whole face lights up
in the dark of his eyes,
when you go to dinner?
i sit behind you,
in economics, in biology,
pressing my fingertips against
the freezing windows,
leaving evanescent prints.
total financial collapse,
homeostasis, molecular composition,
and you are smiling at him,
the windows are leering at me,
the snow outside falls in weeping, lurching sobs.
we are all holding our breath.
i curl my toes, suck in my cheeks,
stare at the rosy, raw knobs of my knuckles.
your hands connect to him like a life source. periodically touching f
graveyardthis is not a resting place:graveyard in Free Verse More Like This
the decay is neatly trimmed back
with the hedges each day
and is not suffered to spread.
the dead are shaken from the dust
in which they lay
while officials rush about like gnats,
there is cement, gleaming marble,
bright, carefully tended flowers:
no dust, no chaos,
they cannot close their eyes.
somnambulancewhen man createdsomnambulance in Free Verse More Like This
god, I think,
it was in this state of mind:
something ruptured inside of him
and gave rise to bright delusions.
in any case
the murky eyes of god
have imposed themselves
upon my eyelids,
small points of light and pressure
through which my dreams leak.
crazy he calls methere is something likecrazy he calls me in Free Verse More Like This
a strange wilting beauty
in this sickness,
your eyes stark and seething
as the anatomy of a star.
in their sunken stare,
riveting and beautiful
I watch them turn
half-languidly to me:
my heart is cauldron-cold
and bubbling with
futilelisten:futile in Free Verse More Like This
you do not exist.
if I had not captured you,
new and still glinting,
between my teeth,
there would be no spectral
half-figure known as
no marionette with ballerina's
endlessly manipulating itself.
a hall of mirrors has more
free will than do you.
volitionyour weather is tied with stringsvolition in Free Verse More Like This
inside my hand, slight
some vague premonition of rain
stunning telescope eyes.
retractable and blind,
whirring lenses with lean copper
an alchemic silence
magical and profound.
no uttering, no
shuddering clacks could profane
such a quiet:
a veritable downpour
on a tin roof
intoxicateforget diplomacy.intoxicate in Free Verse More Like This
I'll have no more
poetry is a pretty tool
for those too meek
to put their sordid rhymes
into action, but
death is easy enough to come by
for anyone brave enough
to seek it out:
I'll leave it waiting
saleI, like the rest of the world,sale in Free Verse More Like This
am up for auction.
you can desire me, abhor me,
spit me out like a bitter seed
you inspect me as if
trying to decide which course to pursue.
I hold out my hands like deadweights.
I will tell you the truth:
there is no such thing as ownership.
you do not own me any more than
I own myself any more than
atoms own other atoms.
this transaction is null and void.
I have two locketsI hold Mercury between my lipsI have two lockets in Free Verse More Like This
when I kiss you,
your lips (n)e(u)rotic
sunk in the slime of the sky,
your eyes like the dark musings
a ferry slung
from shoulder to shoulder,
a bridge stretched between your hips
cross paths with my fingers
in the expertness of diversion)
and sonnets are ripening
under our emboldened
purplessubtlety is not my theatre.purples in Free Verse More Like This
I, with my blackened hands
and sooty mouth,
devour thin green weeds.
your corpse is an effigy
on which I exhale,
its eggshell eyes cracked
I cannot listen while the rush
of decay annihilates
I vomit into tubs.
relapsethis, I think,relapse in Free Verse More Like This
is the way that empires
there are sometimes
but I will not go out
in such an explosive fashion
my second death
is preceded by decline,
slow and inglorious;
erosion working its
upon my architecture.
the difference is this:
disaster is unprecedented.
it is a noble sort of way to fall,
at the hands of that which
you could not control.
but I am allowing myself
to crumble to dust.
the forces of entropy
have not strengthened:
I have simply stopped cobbling myself
will discover my ruins
TransparencyReached for sky. Hit glass ceiling.Transparency in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
(A)Musing - Part OneIt took ten minutes for Lawrence Bradley to realize he was still on the same paragraph, reading without actually reading. He blinked at the page rather dully before opening the bedside table drawer and fishing out a bookmark. The story would not progess tonight, not as long as these thoughts weighted heavily on his mind. He folded up his wire glasses and laid them on top of the book. Sighing, he slouched his way into a more horizontal position.(A)Musing - Part One in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It would have been a lie to claim he wasn't attracted to her. And Lawrence Bradley was, among other things, a honest man. He was attracted, but he didn't know why.
She was quite sweet, but no more so to him than she was to everyone. Intelligent, yes, but weren't most of his students? They managed a passable enough imitation of intelligence anyway, at least when they showed up for class. She wasn't pretty - and that wasn't a harsh judgement on his part. Autumn Fanshaw was as plain Jane as they made them and he'd taught his share of
StrikingIt was warm.Striking in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Not hot like she had been expecting a soft, gentle warmth that saturated her every extremity down to her fingertips. Like stoking the fire of a small heater, one bundle of sticks at a time. She was nestled snugly under the pale blue sheets watching sleepily as the man beside her dozed on. His grey hair looked more frazzled than normal and it was strange to her to see him so relaxed. The sharp intelligence in his blue eyes had always been striking and they were now closed to her.
Dinner conversation had been polite, ranging all over from Shakespeare to the latest blockbuster film; the two were completely absorbed in their own world for the night while the din of the crowd rose and fell around them.
She stretched her neck and shoulder blades with a soft groan, sparing a brief glance at his watch lying askew on the nearby intable. Nearly 2:15 in the afternoon. She returned her arm back to her side and burrowed back into the blankets with a puff of a sigh.
Facets1. He pulled a thick novel out and balanced it on his palm before fishing a pair of reading glasses from the mess on his desk. The surprise must have shown on her face, for he directed a quip at her.Facets in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2. She yanked the controller out of his hands before he could lost a third consecutive boss battle and promptly died before being sent back to the loading screen.
3. She pulled out several CD's from the shelf.
"I didn't know many people in my age bracket enjoyed Celtic music so much."
4. They had planned to have a few rounds at the bowling alley to alleviate the boredom of small town life, but found their plans thwarted upon seeing the sheer number of people inside. It was just their luck that they chose the one weekend when a tournament was being held.
5. She made a sharp turn into an abandoned parking lot and slammed the brakes. "Give me thaaat!" and snatched the GPS from his hands, studying the digital map.
"Idiot. You've still got us set in the same town w
Digitigrade IIThe human foot contains twenty-six bonesDigitigrade II in Free Verse More Like This
for running and dancing and spinning
pirouettes in neat circles,
balanced on one foot before two,
starved for attention with every broken
"Ballet is more than dancing,
Grace," the en pointe trainer balanced
on one foot and named every bone
supporting her weight.
Grace spins one
circle on the hardwood floor:
her eyes land on the barre mirror.
She doesn't see the atrophied bone
ribs through pink gauze,
but only imagines herself as beautiful.
Weeks of anorexic binging display the remains
of weak structure.
One more skin-and-bone
cygnet remained an ugly duckling
as the starved light of dawn danced across the sky
on bleach bone toes.
The empty theater seats fill up
while en pointe sylphs
count their ribs backstage
at the memorial performance
where grace fluttered,
Fragments - Nostalgia Edition1. I wrote it a thousand times on my 1940's typewriter, practiced the words mentally a million times, mouthed the sentence into my pillow every night for years but only said it once, aloud, to your casket.Fragments - Nostalgia Edition in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. Every tea party with my eight year old little sister was a very civil war. I wore my sunhats like helmets and my lace gloves like gauntlets, my tablecloth was my battle flag, and the first (and last) battle began with the final cookie and ended with time out on opposite sides of the house.
3. He used to build birdhouses and hand-size coffins in woodshop class. Never clocks or derby cars, nor trinket boxes or small bookshelves. Only birdhouses. Only tiny caskets that could fit in your palm.
I never asked but I never had to after I saw him bury a blue jay shot by his little brother with the very first thing he ever made in woodshop class a slingshot.
4. My grandmother had a never-ending spool of yarn in her knitting basket. I know because I never once saw her buy anoth
Small WordsHe says "when you publish a book" in the same way my mother says "when you go to the store " like it's something I've already made up my mind to do, but I'm waiting for my schedule to open up long enough to take care of some errands, type a few words, be something.Small Words in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
FFM-2012-5It's been so cold since you left. I put on long sleeves because it feels like a hug but it wasn't enough. So I hugged my bear instead, but he never hugs back and maybe that's why I never gave him a name.FFM-2012-5 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I guess what I'm trying to say is I still miss you.
Seafoam and AshA girl once told me she was conceived by the ocean. "By" not "beside" her skin was the color of new seafoam and you could follow her green eyes into the deeps and drown there. She had a soft, papery voice that sighed in and out and dark hair that cascaded past her shoulders like dried seaweed.Seafoam and Ash in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was born along the sea strand, where the ocean met solidity and pounded it into tiny grains. Perhaps she was delivered in a clump of seaweed or crawled her way out of a pink conch shell and learned to swim before learning to walk. She carried an air of calm serenity that rippled around her like an aura wherever she went, content to flow instead of fight.
I met a boy born from the fire tailing comets rushing through the atmosphere. His hair was a shock of red swinging upward and he lit up entire rooms with his presence. He always spoke a little too fast, the words rushing from his mouth like sparks off a firecracker, flickering and dancing. His golden eyes flashed
Southern Belle with a LispYou have large compass eyesSouthern Belle with a Lisp in Free Verse More Like This
and a bad habit
of losing your balance
and getting in over your head.
I like to watch you drown
at the bubbles you leave behind.
"There goes the boy
I never got a chance to know,"
"wrapped up in idle dreams
and faded blue-jean summer glory."
I write your eulogy
across the lines on my palm
as the steam of my breath rises
and dying-you whispers,
"Once. Twice. Three times and I'm gone."
You were always lost to me
but I make promises,
as you get swept up in the waves,
to tell everybody differently.
They don't have to know
that I only saw you just one night,
that I only loved you for an hour,
that I only remember you
and your Kentucky country-boy accent
when it rains.
Keepsakes --C.Kiss me hello and lift me onto your smile; say my name like its our favorite song and drown out the mechanical beeps that monitor my heart and pace my life. I know you didn't want worse to come before better, but they share the same coin and 50/50 is the best we can hope for.Keepsakes --C. in Short Stories More Like This
Bring me an atlas, darling; I'll mark all the places I want you to take me in our dreams. There are a thousand things I want to tell you--how much I love watching the sun set your hair aflame, how cute the dimple peeking from the right side of your face is--but I think I'll let my wandering fingers tell you instead. And it's too soon, sleep overtaking me like I'm drowning, and I blame them and their drugs and I don't want to go out like this. Can't you get me out of here?
There is only one thing I want to say to you, but this time, "I'm sorry" seems so insufficient. So take my hand and lets close our eyes to wander in dream, lifting ourselves from this reality and its cold, stark geography
Apocalypse Road--C.Let's take the apocalyptic roadApocalypse Road--C. in Free Verse More Like This
and get lost along the way;
your gunpowder and lead eyes,
with the ghosts
of past mistakes,
will get us into trouble here
and I'm not ready
to say goodbye to you
but some things are inevitable,
like the silence waiting hungrily
at the end of the earth
once time comes to a close,
and in this warped world
(in this final play)
we won't part to closing curtains
but bitter quiet,
and one final touch from your broken lips.
There's a hurricane,
and shaking my bones,
and it's ebbing
to the beat of your name
in my veins,
but you're a Prince
and I'm the peasant
bowing at your feet
and I don't think
even the Apocalyptic road
will stand for this.
that stretch of dusty tar before us
until we're left standing on cobwebs,
and even if we didn't want to
lose ourselves along
there are no directions
Clasp your hands with mine,
sweat curving into your pa
June 2011 Haikuthon31. Sunset reflectingJune 2011 Haikuthon in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
across calm waves. Dark storm clouds
over head. Brooding.
30. High heels on hardwood.
Click-clack. Click-clack. Broken hearts
going up in flames.
29. She calls 911,
panicked and crying. Problem?
No chicken nuggets.
28. Lost in the sheets, we
spread love like rib-bones, breathing,
soft, for each other.
27. Bitten red apple.
Far worms peek from the core. Bruised
skin hides rotting seeds.
26. Wild stallions
dance across idle plains. Tan
manes. Dust in the wind.
25. Bikini-clad girl:
has faded away.
hippies with dreadlocks and girls
23. Dear boy: your doe eyes
are striking, large and wild
under your antlers.
22. Memories of you slither,
waspish, through these empty rooms.
21. Cape in the wind, hand
WhiplashYou blazed a trailWhiplash in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
through my veins like tornadoes
through Kentucky fields.
It's a shame I didn't know
how broken you would leave me.
Spotted DreamsSpotted owlSpotted Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
in the Ficus outside,
head burrowed under wing
to drown out
and the climax
of soldierjustreturnedfromwar love
Nights like these,
I could be that owl.
A routine procedure.
A dinner promise
you didn't keep.
I should throw
the pictures away
and move on...
the way you did
Burning hope brightly.Hours before dawn,Burning hope brightly. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the front step feels like losing.
One kiss ignites hope.
Breaking Irene --C.Dear Mister Gorgeous:Breaking Irene --C. in Free Verse More Like This
Your fall-across-your-forehead locks
might be the death of me,
but I can't say I care any more.
Your heart might be cold enough
to freeze the air in my lungs,
but I can't say I want warmth any more.
Take my veins
between calloused fingers.
The waspish hiss
of your name
still slips through
like a mathematical equation:
once every ten heartbeats,
a quick stutter of breath
and a flare of fire in my throat
as if I've forgotten
how to let you go;
squeeze until my heartbeat
finds a way to match your own,
or bursts with the effort.
Dear Mister Terrible:
My come-drown-in-me eyes,
and come-and-catch-me smile,
have been the death of many a man.
And my fiery mind and fierier heart
have been enough to warm me,
to keep me through the cold, dark nights...
...until we met.
And I can't say that you care.
You've got my name
on your breath
and a bad habit
of knowing just where to hit
to leave the prettiest bruise,
I ain't waiting
for your next blow to fall.
Lies are more than skin-deep.Purple bruisesLies are more than skin-deep. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
on swan-feather skin;
her makeup lies.
Heartbeats in the Key of CHe's readyHeartbeats in the Key of C in Free Verse More Like This
to let his laboring heart
give up the feeble fight,
from this reality
and into what lies beyond,
to start a new adventure
because he's grown tired
of this one...
but his scarecrow limbs,
in a sea of white sheets,
are keeping Death
trapped in the shadows.
pulseand it is like fingertipspulse in Free Verse More Like This
tracing the line of my spine
and how it buckles and buckles
and twists over and over on itself
and this is just a dream
it is a dream
a moment within a moment
the sky breathes.
because it is only ever
a contest to be smallest,
to wither, to shrink
between atoms and
the peeling paint is
a symbol. i will grow.
i will engulf this world.
eucalyptusthey tell me i am writing confessionaleucalyptus in Free Verse More Like This
poetry and i tell them, no, i am not,
i am writing my world.
i did not burrow in guilt's throat
and choose to spell out the softness,
no, i screamed out my soul and it was then
that i remembered how i used to pray.
i wanted to tell stories
but instead i sat and wrote:
about rain, and sorrow,
and the greek gods,
and pain, and the greek gods,
over and over, and dionysus, dionysus:
i plunged and dived dolphin-beaked.
i want you know
that death is a responsibility
and saltwater immersion
a fierce talent we cannot escape
so this is a confession for you:
i am not selfish
i am self only
and sometimes self is all i am
and you are not-self, you are nothing
and i am softly silent
and i am unashamed. i am condemned.
019something feral and019 in Free Verse More Like This
unwieldy. we are the rapture
what it is to see your life
just another topic on the television
a documentary, a new study,
and you are thinking,
here, this is me, i
i am living-breathing it
the hummingbirds dancing
within waves. we
are not meant to know
washingSo this is how I think I learnt to survive:washing in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
by rocking and railing and staying alive
and shading my forehead and gilding my glare
for the saints and the sinners are never aware
of the trouble they cause in the spectrum of sin
and the aches they create, and the passion within
a heart that is hollow from humming a strain
of the hymn of the hypocrites, 'gain and again.
I sacrificed frailty for a sense of self-awe
to fill in the windows and cracks in the floor.
I sealed up the air-gaps and locked myself in
until the mirror flew open: I was safe in my skin
before moving through fissures to carve myself out.
I trod through the maze with a skein of self-doubt
'til I found myself stumbling back where I began;
beginning, beginning, I will and I can.
I found it quite pleasant, like shimmering silk -
self-belief on my doorstep, waiting next to the milk.
carperewe who are without kings,carpere in Free Verse More Like This
we will lead on through the night.
this is a moment of mattering,
of shattering glass and kristallnacht.
this moon breathes out
an agony of leaving and
irreplaceable things, like
your smile abandoned on the doorstep
with yesterday's milk and
the carrots we planted months ago,
curling into the ground like claws.
we are all asking the same questions
yet not asking. we speak only with our hands.
the same words are in the twisted fingers
of my grandmother and in the accusations
of your father's blank gravestone.
there are a hundred hundred tears
in the epidermis of your fingertips,
and fire on the city streets.
my garden is full of bones.
i take this day and
make a paper boat of it,
of shared suffering and
a letting go of hatred.
it sails on the berlin wind.
god, there is enough here.
Minnie's GardenNow, what's a young thing like you doing in a place like this? Is that your motorbike outside? Pegasus? Oh, you'd be surprised at the amount this old lady knows, my dear. I desperately wanted one of those when I was your age. I suppose it's a vintage model now. Very nice, anyway. But you haven't answered my question.Minnie's Garden in Short Stories More Like This
School project? Isn’t that what they all say to get into places these days? Oh well, you might as well come in, girl. Hear my story, although you might not like it. It’s the oldest story going. Starts with a boy -
Was he handsome? Oh hell, girl. Imagine the cutest boy you know, times that by ten, and you still have no idea. It wasn’t just looks, either. He was clever, he was an athlete - champion swimmer, I hear he went on to the Olympics - and he was a gentleman!
Then again, I suppose that depends on your definition of the term ‘gentleman’. I certainly thought so, unt
things that begin slowlythe grassthings that begin slowly in Free Verse More Like This
the movement of clouds
the realisation that something is missing
a second life
water of crystallisation
the making of a timepiece
the love of hate
the closing of an ecosystem
holes in the sky.
blackbirdi hear her first in the hollow beneath the rain tree. she is echoing there, weeping like the tide - a rise and a fall, a rise and a fall.blackbird in Free Verse More Like This
the tree is an emergency. it oozes disbelief and self-pity.
i see she has a knife. as she weeps, she is carving words into the tree around the tears it sheds. words and blackbirds, weeping words.
i press my face against the bloated trunk. this is my tree; this is mine.
skeletal pneumaticityi.skeletal pneumaticity in Free Verse More Like This
sun splitting along frosted hairs;
it is morning here - another forgotten moment.
illusion paints itself across your eyes
like tears. i watch you ache.
i call your name.
seasons tick by like seconds. you
hold your wrists up to me as an offering,
turning them outwards. i trace my
fingertips across your skin and you shudder.
i blink and find hours have passed.
you wake up one morning to find that
your clavicle has fused into a wishbone
and your sternum extended to a keel. feathers
slip from beneath your head. you
run a hand across the plane of your ribs.
perhaps there is never another option.your father is drivingperhaps there is never another option. in Free Verse More Like This
and you are next to him
in the passenger seat.
in your pocket, you hold
a switch with the power
to turn off the sun.
if you were to hit
this switch, the
world would die,
you know. but still,
the temptation is
you are mad with power.
you hold it in your hand,
after all. it fits
there quite securely.
the sun in question
is taunting you, flickering
between the branches
of the trees as you drive.
you seem to be chasing each other.
he is calling your bluff,
daring you to do it.
you wonder what to do.
the right thing, probably,
would be to lock this thing
away. it should not exist
but it is your choice and you
are not to be trusted.
you will make a decision
when you are home, you think.
you do not have to choose now,
but the potential will always be there.
then, across the road,
a car spins, comes hurtling
towards you, flashing silver.
your father spins the wheel
and time slows to a dripping tap.
the car is a second nearer.
there is a w
Your GhostI've tried all night to make this right,Your Ghost in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But you still aren't listening,
To a word that I've said,
And All that I did,
To make you see that here with me,
Is better for the both of us,
But you still
Leave me hanging,
Waiting for another fight,
Another night a different girl,
I need to change this life
Settle down with one,
And make sure her eyes,
Light up the sun
I can't pretend,
That losing you didn't matter the most,
And everything we had has now become your ghost
And you're in my room,
Now what can I do?
Leave me hanging,
Waiting for another fight,
Another night a different girl,
I need to change this life
Settle down with one,
And make sure her eyes,
Light up the sun
Your haunting me,
I can't breathe,
For the sake of believing,
I'll let this go for now,
Still waiting for you to come around
Oh, I've been waiting for you to come around!!
But you still left me hanging,
and I'm done waiting,
For another night, another girl,
I needed to change my life,
And settle down with just one
Dousing A Flame With KeroseneWe're spinning slowly, and then we fall down,Dousing A Flame With Kerosene in Free Verse More Like This
So fast, Like a Flame, But we still remain,
Spinning and spinning as we go round,
We catch fire, and we dance together here,
Without a sound...
Keep breathing, Keep breathing,
As we spin, smoke clouds surround us,
Tearing the reality we sought for,
We screamed and ran,
And we cried in the end,
The extiction of our being,
The end of our days,
Belittled by a fire,
And sang in vain.
Love Isn't LostLove isn't lost,Love Isn't Lost in Free Verse More Like This
if it was never there to begin with,
so I hang my head low,
as I tell myself I'm giving up on you,
but you make it so damn hard to,
I made myself defenseless,
to try and let you in,
but I realize, it was just a game,
and the look of umm...
puts out my burning flame,
I can't play charades,
which is what you want to do....
you make me feel like cuts from 1000 razorblades,
but I still can't forget your name.
don't know yet WIPCut me open, so I can bleeddon't know yet WIP in Free Verse More Like This
Sew me shut, so I can't see
All these lies you try to hide behind
One day you'll find the time to rewind it all
And start again searching for the end
Of someone else's heart to condescend
idk yet WIPI see her everyday, but there is nothing ever left to sayidk yet WIP in Free Verse More Like This
she makes me want to cry, by that look upon her eyes
I can try and try but never find her again
I just hope, that someday, we'll start to begin
As these hours fade away, every fucking day,
I can't think straight, cause you're always running through my brain
and as I stare at the rain, it takes me back, to somewhere I once belonged...
Everything I NeedJust a list of thingsEverything I Need in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Of things I'd do,
If I could fly,
Well I would fly
Straight to the moon,
And bring the stars here to you,
And if it falls faster than we had planned,
We'll make it last 'til the end
If I could walk the Earth,
A thousand times,
To prove to you I love you,
Because there's nothing I wouldn't do,
To have our hearts beat in two
And on that list of everything I need,
There's air but then there's you and me,
In love, and love, You're everything
We'll take all the clocks,
And put them to bed,
Cause time is never enough
If I could walk the Earth,
A thousand times,
To prove to you I love you,
Because there's nothing I wouldn't do,
To have our hearts beat in two
This is the first time in a week,
That I'll talk to you and I don't want to speak,
Will you hold me as we sleep?
And can I press my lips upon your cheek,
I'm not asking for a day,
I'm asking for forever,
I miss you so much,
And I hope that this song is enough,
To bring you back in my arms
Colorless ParadiseMy colorless world ceases to amaze thee,Colorless Paradise in Free Verse More Like This
So entrapped behind a false reality,
Gasping for air cannot help thee,
As thy waters hath once been pure,
Now remain tainted and in color...
Color cannot survive the endless decay,
That thine bleach brought forth,
Thou hath been ridden of such fakes,
Such atrocity... Such happiness...
Thou need not any help...
Suffocatng all color within the endless
Trepidation that is thy broken and bruised world...
As I, This colorless fallen angel let more puppets on strings in,
Thou itself becomes vibrant and semblance...
He hath become what he sought to destroy...
Thou hath see a colorless girl...
Submerged in color...
She is different from the puppets...
She has no strings...
She welcomed thou'st fragile heart with open arms...
Only to be faded by the color...
Thou hath not seen anything so magnificent,
A true beauty...
Aparted from her colorless paradise...
Only to be cast away by the puppets in color.
Color cannot survive in my colorless, black and white
For Better Or WorseClocks don't bother us hereFor Better Or Worse in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Cause we don't care what time it is
Dreams are only in color here
Cause colored scars and tear drops bleed out
A memorable, luscious red
But here we've never seen more darker greys,
For better or worse days...
And as we hope we find a way through this,
house full of doorways, that lead to painted answers
and as time is ticking away,
I hope and pray we won't be forgotten
This echoing silence, bleeds a melody
That no one can find in tune
Stuck in rhythmic, crooked time sequences
Much like our heartbeats beating over an open fire
And we don't care, what time it is,
Cause these clocks don't bother us here
And as we hope we find a way through this,
house full of doorways, that lead to painted answers
and as time is ticking away,
I hope and pray we won't be forgotten
The Greatest FeelingI'll catch the stars in my dreams,The Greatest Feeling in Free Verse More Like This
Oh how you shine so bright,
Baby please, I don't want to fight
I can't wait for tonight
It's the greatest feeling the world,
Being young and In love, staying out all night
just having summer fun, please make it last
only warthere is no peace...only war..only war in Free Verse More Like This
it hurts me to the bitter core
now I lie here, with my heart bleeding on the floor
and I lie here still, pleading for you....
but you watch me die...slowly...without compassion
so you study me, like a tiger to a fox
wanting to rip out my voice box...
to make me silent
is that what you wanted???? silence???
but you couldn't shut me up without the proper guidance
what made you do this to me?
the first two monthsi'm silent becausethe first two months in Free Verse More Like This
i'd be talking
a mile a minute
(closing this distance)
and imagining you
we spent the afternoon
lying on my floor
and i love how
our hands can never
keep to themselves
my stomach bears my name
in a terrible yellowed lime lacquer
in your terrible scrawl
and i'm happy to have it
my knee smiles with its red mouth
a scrape from the boulders
we piloted ourselves like airplanes
deep across seas
before the rain set in too heavily
my thigh is a volcano
erupting soon with bruises
shaped like your fingers
and my elbow blossoms
like a hot flower
from my bedframe
sometime we will spend a day
in the sun on my roof
soft touches welcome
like the big star's beams
and sometime we will
hidden in the hollows
behind your home
and sometime we will
understand that not everything
has to be perfect or make sense
to be perfect or make sense.
sleep and dreamevery ebb and flowsleep and dream in Free Verse More Like This
swims like a memory,
floundering or aching
the way they do
when sleep deems itself
king of impossibility.
(these are the times
i wish you could
love me long enough
learning to forget how to readi hate it a littlelearning to forget how to read in Free Verse More Like This
with my bottom lip
pulled between your teeth
it's like moonlight,
the only light by which
i really see you
i don't know how to think
(about you, anything, this)
and everything you do
is balanced on a scale,
waiting for so much as a breath
to knock it from its centre
(if you don't ask me
to come over, if you
greet me with a television
or hands in my jeans, if
you wait for me before i
leave you in the morning, if
you kiss me upon awakening
or sleeping or as i drift
between the boundaries of
here and with you,)
i am just caught in the tides
the ebb and the flow
as i fail continually
that i am more to you
than just a body
to hold onto at night
and without knowing you
too much past your body
and copy shops,
i am afraid to so much as
think of this
(the fear is sharp,
yet i know better
than to lie)
blue morningsholding outblue mornings in Free Verse More Like This
impossibly bated breath
blue like the morning
as it touches the canvas
of your sheets,
billows of cloud
this is not what
i asked for.
i never said
i needed more
than a hand to hold,
for you to touch my heart;
you lent me your body
and a person
much more than is sure
as the stars.
(as though the certainty
of those celestial jewels
that you were less afraid.
burning like a forest fire,
sinks its teeth
into your copper skin,
reflective and deep;
you touch me too tenderly
for me to believe
that i am just an embellished vessel-
you speak to me too softly
for me to believe
that you don't feel at least
half of what i do.
i need words-
less poetic than a letter,
but more honest than one as well-
written on my wrists
so that when i look at my hands
you can't give yourself
what you want most,
or why i am able,
to wrap you in my arms,
too pale for an
i take anxiety medication for recreationit's about timei take anxiety medication for recreation in Free Verse More Like This
to write a story
about a failed
of the heart, or
of the skin, or
of the mind-
the plot line would
enumerate the ways
in which the girl
with theories and hypotheticals,
what-ifs and maybes;
worst of all are
the girl would never
tell you, the audience,
you, the reader,
you the listener
(you, asleep in your seat,
you, failing to read between the lines,
you, hands over your ears)
any of this.
she would not even pretend
that there was a struggle,
internal seeking desperately
to make it out,
and would leave
able to sleep softly
like a harp's breeze,
as you pressed distance
between the two of you
like petals in pages.
the fault, for clarity,
she blames you for nothing,
not even the discomfort
and shaky movements
covering your sparse moments.
will forever tell her a
it was not you who shook
the foundation of
this, she swears on
i don't have the heart to call it summer lovewe drank sparkling wateri don't have the heart to call it summer love in Free Verse More Like This
with the sun stripping us down
to our barest elements.
we were the wind,
two hearts in the air,
unanchored and set at sea.
you would wear your hat
loosely like a ribbon
of air on the top of your head,
and smile with your whole face;
you would imagine what i looked like
in only my underwear
until the next hour when your
your hands becoming excavation
shovels, revelling in discovery-
i had liked you best
when you were naked
on my bed,
head between your knees
as you caught your breath.
this was the last time
i felt good about you,
the last that it was safe
to sink myself into your arms.
i have realised this:
i love you,
but that is not enough.
i'll just embrace
the new space
put between us,
and all one thousand miles
that act like a membrane
between two fluids,
wanting little more
than to mesh
it fails to end me,
the paining i feel,
in my chest,
but i am unsure
sent out to sea,
went down in
in four weeks,i cannot wait to fall asleepin four weeks, in Free Verse More Like This
peacefully and soundly
with your skin,
tall and warm
we will slumber and dream
and awake in each other's arms.
you will come home
in four weeks.
the flights will taper away,
and you will leave behind
and remember, please,
that i am what waits
those thousands of miles
ahead of you.
i want you to buy me flowers
so i can feel guilty over you
having spent money on me
but feel beautiful
because of how beautiful
the petals are
and the hands that gave them
i want to put us in photographs
so that i can remember
the way that you touch me
because as months fade into
it becomes easier to forget.
i would rather forget my own name
than your skin on mine.
barcelona is burningi owe you an apology-barcelona is burning in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you, in the crowd,
the one panicking about reading
or the mess at home
or the sheer volume of people
pressing into you like corners;
the woman who birthed me into this world
through hours of agony
as though that wasn't enough
because doctor appointment after therapy appointment after residential stay after thirtieth pound lost,
i've put you through countless
warped into months of agony
you never asked for;
and you, oh, mostly you.
you, because as hard as i've beaten my own heart into the wall,
and as deep as i let you bury mine,
i know, somehow, i managed to do the same to you.
you left, and i left two weeks after.
every night was a terror;
every morning was a letdown.
i ached constantly
and threw myself into books
like they would become oxygen masks until i could breathe on my own again.
and here's the thing, you know,
because you would knock my legs out from under me again and again.
"let's fall back in love," you'd say,
and i would fall to
upon knowing the answeryou are punctuating.upon knowing the answer in Free Verse More Like This
i find myself asleep beside you
not dreading the most singular transition
between sleeping and sleeping alone
until i am wrapped
in my own bed
with too much space
i like thinking
of how this is not a memory
this is a moment
that is repeating itself
every time we find
the gaps between minutes
and fill them with ourselves,
like photographs i can't wait to take
and imagine so many times
of the lens reflecting us,
and how that feels
my feet are still unsteady
on a ground too nascent for tectonics
but i am feeling promise
in the way the camera catches you
looking at me
in ways i don't see myself
i like to think of how
you touch me
between mountain ranges
it is so jubilant
full like the clouds
forming castles in the heavens
and it is so soft
so lock and key
that i find myself
burning an obsession with heat
under my skin
where your fingers and lips
i hear birds.this makes me sad.i hear birds. in Free Verse More Like This
it's winter, you beautiful beasts
there is snow on the ground
and there will be snow on your wings
if you do not leave me now.
your feathers will stiffen with frost,
hoary chrysalis over your beaks and bones.
your bodies will fall from high wires
and break like glass
as they hit the frozen earth.
you are the force of gravity
that keeps me grounded
but lets you soar.
leave me to die
so that you can live
and return when the sun
burns hot once more.
Fire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven RoyFire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven Roy in Romance More Like This
Edward scratched the back of his head and gave the crowd in front of him a confused look. “Whoever I said was going next a couple of minutes ago, go ahead and come up here, because I forgot who you are.”
“That would be me.” Quickly hopping to your feet, you rushed over to Edward and started digging in the barrel. Only a few seconds later you pulled a tattered headband from inside. “I know a few people that wear these. But I can only think of one person who wears one in this colour, and this ragged.” You walked up to Roy, who was short one headband. “This wouldn't be yours would it?”
“Yup, it sure is.” Roy smiled wide and took the headband from your hand and placed it on his head where it belonged. “I figured that would be pretty easy for just about anyone to figure out. I didn't want to go and confuse anyone.” He happily took your hand in his, and without Edwards prompting began walking towards
Fire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven HughFire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven Hugh in Romance More Like This
Edward finally returned from retrieving the last players. There was a cheerful smile on his face as he stepped in front of the crowd and leaned against the large barrel of items. “Now that I'm back, Will the next lovely lady please come forward?”
“I believe that would be me. I may not be lovely, or a lady exactly, but I am the next player.” Grinning from ear to ear, you left your place in line and stepped towards the barrel. “This thing doesn't seem to be any emptier than when we first started. I have a feeling we're going to be here for a while.” As you dug through the massive pile of items, a sharp pain filled the palm of your hand. You grasped the culprit and tossed it on the ground. “Parchment paper? Okay, who put paper in there, now I have a paper cut.”
“I did, that's my business card. I've never had anyone hurt themselves on it before.” Hugh stood to his feet, looking a bit sheepish.
The Charade Tibarn X ReaderThe Charade Tibarn X Reader in Romance More Like This
Your visits to Phoenicis had become more and more frequent over the past months. Every time you went for a visit, you seemed to stay just a day or two longer than the time before. Due to this fact, not only had the castle become a familiar place, but the city it overlooked along with its people. Many of these people had become like family. But, there was one very important person who seemed to be avoiding you. “Hey Janaff, have you seen Tibarn anywhere?”
“Last time I saw him he was in flight, probably scouting out the city. You might take a look at the sky.” Busy with his own duties, Janaff only stopped to talk for a second, then continued on his way.
“Ah, that makes sense. Of course he would be flying, he's always flying.” Feeling sheepish for not thinking of it sooner, you walked up to the roof of the castle, shielded your eyes and looked up into the sky. “Not here either.”
“What are you doing up here nestling? The roof is
Fire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven CormagFire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven Cormag in Romance More Like This
“Let's do this, again.” Much to his dismay, Lon'qu was still stuck in charge of the game. Being nervous and out of sorts, he didn't even attempt to make eye contact with any of the players. He simply pointed. “Come up here and get your stuff.”
“I guess you're pointing at me.” Since none of the other girls were even budging, you hopped onto your feet and walked up to Lon'qu. You knew you shouldn't but you couldn't help but to tease him just a little bit. “Didn't anyone ever teach you that pointing at people was rude? I should come over there and poke you for that.” Despite what you said, you started digging around in the barrel for something interesting. “Oh, what do we have here?” In your hand was a crudely sewn toy of sorts. It was grey, covered in loose threads and crinkled when you moved it. “Okay, I give up. What is this thing?”
“A cat toy. I'm sure I don't need to tell you this, but
Fire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven ZiharkFire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven Zihark in Romance More Like This
“Edward wanted a break, so, I'll be running this game for the next few turns. I'm really not sure this is the best idea, but I suppose I shouldn't complain.” Unwilling to move, Lon'qu simply pointed in your general direction. “You can play next. J-just don't get too close.”
“I feel sorry for you Lon'qu. The only reason you were chosen to sub for Edward is because of your phobia.” Walking up front you let out an annoyed sigh. “I really hate it when people are purposely mean to others.” Making sure to keep the barrel between you and Lon'qu, you reached inside and pulled out the first item you found. “Wow, this is really pretty.” In your hands was an elaborate hand mirror. The kind you thought only royalty could afford.
Realizing you had his item, Zihark stood from the cold ground to his feet and offered you a gentle smile. “I suppose it is a rather nice piece. I would offer it to you, but that particular item holds a
Faster Than the Eye Saitou Hajime X ReaderFaster Than the Eye Saitou Hajime X Reader in Romance More Like This
After hours of sneaking around, you'd finally done it. You were back inside the walls of the Shinsegumi hide out and not a single soul had noticed you. Now, there was just one more thing you wanted to do before you were caught and were possibly killed. Spotting your target, you ran up beside him and acted like you belonged there. “Hey there Saitou, nice day, isn’t it?” Not surprisingly, he completely ignored you. He didn't even give you so much as a glance. “You're not ignoring me are you? I hate to assume, but it really feels that way.”
His voice was cold, just like you knew it would be. “I thought you surely must be a hallucination, as no one in their right mind would come here without permission.”
“I never claimed to be in my right mind, but that's not the point.” Following his every step, you crossed your arms and continued to speak. “I wanted to prove to you all that your defenses need work. Th
Fire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven GaiusFire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven Gaius in Romance More Like This
The sound of Edward's voice rung through the camp, though no one could see him. "Who won the last straw draw game?” Not even back at the campsite before he was trying to get the next player started. “We need to pick up the pace, so whoever you are, run up there and get an item.”
Since you were the one who won the last game, you walked up to the items. You ended up at the barrel of items before Edward, so you started without him. After a quick feel around, an item was chosen. “A butterscotch candy.”
“Well I think we all know who that belongs to.” Edward had finally made it back and was slightly winded. “I've got to train more, that little run shouldn't have worn me out.” He took a deep breath and stood up straight. “Why isn't Gaius up here yet? Where is Gaius?” He wasn't anywhere in the group. “Okay then, I guess you can pick aga-.”
“Hold your horses there Speed. I was just getting something from m
Cramped Quarters Lon'qu X ReaderCramped Quarters Lon'qu X Reader in Romance More Like This
It was late in the evening, perhaps an hour or so after twilight. Everyone had just finished setting up the new camp and Chrom had assigned random tents, just for tonight. It was too early for you to sleep, but the masses of insects buzzing around your head drove you inside of your tent. ”Huh, no one's here yet.” Shrugging to yourself, you unrolled your sleeping bag and pulled a book from inside. About three chapters into the book, someone else entered the tent. “Well this should be interesting.”
Lon'qu stood frozen in the doorway. The corners of his mouth were pulled down into a deep frown, and his eyebrows were pressed together, showing obvious worry. “Am I in the wrong tent?”
“I don't know. Did Chrom assign you tent thirteen?” Lon'qu solemnly nodded. “Then you're in the right tent. Now hurry up and shut the door before you let even more bugs in here.”
“Sorry.” Instead of coming inside the tent, Lon'qu tu
Not Today Madara X ReaderNot Today Madara X Reader in Romance More Like This
“This is going to be absolutely perfect. He should be back any minute now.” Sinking behind the cave wall, you held your breath and waited for Madara to return. Since you'd become his pupil, this was the seventh, or maybe even eight attempt you'd made to prank him. You knew he hated it, and you knew you should really stop, but you couldn't help yourself. Maybe if just one of your pranks actually worked you could bring yourself to stop, but quitting now just seemed like a waste.
Your thoughts were stifled as you heard him enter the cave. Your heart synced to the quiet sound of his footsteps, until they suddenly stopped. Wondering what could have happened, you peeked around the corner, and saw nothing. “You wouldn't be looking for me now would you?” Madara was behind you. And judging by the sound of his voice, he wasn't very happy.
Slowly turning around, your gaze met his. His face showed no emotion at all, and that worried you. “O
Fire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven EphraimFire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven Ephraim in Romance More Like This
“All ladies, hands in the air.” Edward reached down into the barrel and pulled something small and shiny out. “Get ready to catch.” Turning away from the players, Edward tossed the item over his shoulder, much like a bouquet would be thrown at a wedding.
You didn't try to catch the item, actually, you weren't even paying attention. Somehow it had still found its way to your skirted lap. “Well, would you look at that. I wasn't even trying.” With a quiet giggle, you lifted up the shiny item to find it was nothing more than a standard coin. “This could kind of belong to anyone here.”
“That's very true. I probably should have used something more easily identifiable as mine.” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a tall slender figure stand up walk towards you. “Although choosing something completely obvious would be boring in my opinion.” Ephraim shrugged. “No matter, let's just play this game.”
CourageYou ask me, 'what is courage?'Courage in Free Verse More Like This
Courage is seeing the hail of fire that surrounds you;
The flashes of light that blind.
Projectiles that score flesh and bone,
Sending red rivers splashing through the sky.
Courage is seeing all of that and staying on to fight,
Simply because there are those who cannot.
In Service to MorganaIn Service To Morgana:In Service to Morgana in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are those who would fear a demon's blessing
As they wither beneath its corruptive touch
Yet I am someone who embraces these things
Because the darkness has taught me much...
I have learned of the beauty of dying roses
Turned to dust by a single breath
I have learned of the fear that a man will face
When he is first confronted by death
His contorted features and the screams of his agony
Will peak when he is placed into Morgana's grace
I have learned that even heroes will soil themselves
When they are forced to worship her smiling face
But she is not ugly, nay she is beautiful
She appears like an angel with the wings of a crow
Yet those whose hearts are in the grip of denial
Will view her as a spectre in a blizzard of snow
Closer she creeps with a neck that has been snapped
Her gaping mouth sags as she calls out their name.
They try to run from her, but it is all in vain
For soon they will be forced to feel her pain...
But to me this is beaut
The Legendary Thunder WolfThe Legendary Thunder Wolf:The Legendary Thunder Wolf in Free Verse More Like This
In the darkest of times his tale is told.
The Thunder Wolf of legends old...
He came from the mountains on a stormy night
To save the Lycans from a dire plight...
Our race was young and growing still
Born into the world by Luna's will.
She gave us hearts of the purest light
And told us that the world was bright.
But Luna was a child, small and naive;
She saw the good in which she believed.
Sadly for us, we lived the truth;
As we were hunted for fang and tooth.
Knowing nothing of weapons or war
We were slaved and broken to our very core.
It was then that he came, hammer in hand
And he swore to us to sweep the land!
And sweep he did, in a rain of blood
As Lycans reaped in a deadly flood.
Human kingdoms rose and fell
But their world became a living hell.
Where once they hunted, now they bled
With pleading cries for clothes and bread
Women and children, it mattered not
All were slaughtered and left to rot.
But Luna wept for her children's fate
We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated... in Free Verse More Like This
I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling:
A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat!
A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw;
Shadowed by a child's melancholia...
Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl.
Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities!
In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself
Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome?
Why shred your works with such heavy tears?
Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman?
Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe!
We need only take these simple themes
And corrupt them with all our twisted fears...
This hatred inside of you, this bubble of frustration and anxiety —
Let it swell like a pus-filled abscess of anger!
And with your words unleash this vicarious plague!
Take the unblemished works that have scorned you,
And inject them with the very darkness of your soul!
Let bleeding lips,
Alone but AliveAlone but Alive:Alone but Alive in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Oh here I am standing,
A lost soul is landing.
The coldest December,
Can you still remember?
Do you even hear me?
There's no one around me!
Oh shadow that I see,
The void right behind me.
Yet still I am breathing;
Yet still I am feeling.
The coldest sensation,
Oh worthless creation!
Are you still crying?
Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold
Cold like what was left of soul,
Made of all the life you stole.
Walk divine but made of sin,
Worm of hatred squrim within.
Sin of lust and sin of pride,
Lash the tongue that last has lied.
Yours was silver with a promise,
Kiss of death and then you vomit.
Burning bile of ugly treason,
No one else can know the reason.
Left a soul behind to burn;
You are the reason I have turned...
On this cold and endless night...
When I'm finally pierced by the light...
And I awaken from this hell...
ALONE - BUT ALIVE!
Alive and again oh do I dare?
To give this heart and to lay it bare.
When heaven cast its fate
Machine ManMachine Man:Machine Man in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It began with but a simple command, "to do as we are told".
Never to deviate from this path - never to nurture the soul.
We are told that we are given a purpose; "a part of something great!"
Yet why oh why am I so weary of that which is my fate?
Am I an error, a single anomaly, unable to feel intact?
Or am I missing some special attribute - a facet which I lack.
In a society made of fleshed machines; robots wearing skin,
Perhaps I'm simply seeking something, to fill this metal tin.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th November 2012
Sensual TortureSensual Torture:Sensual Torture in Free Verse More Like This
You are but a simple pawn;
Caught in a maelstrom of ill feelings and turmoil.
You were not meant to be here -
But unfortunately, here you are my friend...
Now then, I do not wish to drag this out;
There is no purpose in badgering someone who knows so little.
However - without your confession - I'm afraid that
I would not know whom I should share my - pleasures with...
Though I'm certain that you will be sharing plenty...
Of course, it will probably be a poor idea to make you scream,
At least not while I'm still enjoying your fear.
Instead we'll begin with a simple agony;
A quick taste of your pain to whet my appetite...
We'll begin with just a thin incision,
One that is made in the center of both your eyelids.
And then, then we'll make another cut - this one just above the eyes...
Ah, I will adore the feeling of watching your skin peel apart
As the scalpel bites in and draws it aside; much like the curtain
Set upon a theatre stage. It is the
Coward of a ManCoward of a Man:Coward of a Man in Free Verse More Like This
You stand there whinin', cryin' crocodile tears and playin' victim.
Ye eyes demand pity, but yer lips are spewin' nothin' but lies.
Flowery speeches o' harmony and unification;
It's bollocks and snake-oil I say!
I ask ye, as someone who aspires t' be a leader:
What exactly are ye worth?
Who exactly are ya, and what in th' bloody hell makes you worth followin'?
Now I've watched ye fer a long time, and I've known ye fer even longer -
Ye always stand there beggin', askin' us fer help, askin' fer a handout;
But yer hands are clean, uncalloused, and completely free from sweat or toil.
Instead, ye make us promises; promises as empty as air and about half as useful!
In the end, here ye are again, callin' fer our unification, callin' fer togetherness.
Isn't that just yer own way of hidin' behind the labour and efforts of others?
While we stand out in th' front, ye sit behind and give us speeches,
Ye tell us that we're comin' together fer the good of us all
Why I Hate My LifeWhy I Hate My Life:Why I Hate My Life in Free Verse More Like This
Despite the fact that I'm a trained professional
I have to work odd-jobs making deliveries on a motorcycle
The only girl who I ever loved
was just using me as a replacement
The only girl that actually likes me
runs a bar and took over my house
I don't have the guts to kick her out
so I end up sleeping at an abandoned church
I've recently picked up a strange rash
it hurts and I have to wear sleeves to cover it
My only friends are a guy that never comes out from a forest
and a girl that's always looking to steal the meager possessions I have
Everything sucks really
because the one person who cared about me
is already dead...
He was my army buddy, always cool, always the best
I visit his grave sometimes, in the middle of long deliveries
The worst part about everything though
is the fact that the one guy who made my life hell
The one guy who took everything important away from me
just came back to town a few minutes ago...
And you know what he said the moment
Oh No I Know A Dirty WordOh No I Know A Dirty Word:Oh No I Know A Dirty Word in Free Verse More Like This
Oh me, oh my, these are dirty words
How low-class, vulgar and simply absurd
You must be a thug, you've no sense of style
Let me sip some tea that was made erstwhile
I shall proceed to comment about who you are
and pointlessly engage you in a mental spar
I must prove my point to be whole you see
for the protection of the word is a duty to me
See I love to pretend that I'm someone pure
Never dirtied a sentence or darkened a door
It's like I'm holy and utterly clean
So don't take my tone as being mean
I'm simply trying to help you right?
Let me show you how to be a snob on sight
Never use the language meant for 'boobs'
do you realise it's a synonym for a gormless rube?
Ah ha! You didn't, that means I'm right
My intellect wins; have you seen the light?
Oh my, what are you doing, that knife looks sharp
Eek! Help! You're stabbing my heart!
And that is why I killed him your honour...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th September 2012
Naive to a Faulti.Naive to a Fault in Letters More Like This
"i need to write."
each & every time i
an open-souled pen
in my fingers it sends this image
of you up between the
in my forearm & shoots sparks through my shoulder joint
to my brain &
my eyes fizz & glow gold glow
individual letters chase each other back
down my arm &
before i can open my concrete
lids from a blink
what i'm trying to say is that
when i passed through you it was like submerging myself in bathwater-
you pressed too hot onto my face
& every voice that wasn't yours echoed so horribly that conversation with the outside world was impossible.
my heart flew at you with a whooooooooshing noise like i'd never heard before & these lungs burned blue for air so you took them one in each hand and
w e s a n k d e e p e r
i trained my body to respond to your slightest movement. a flick of those copperhead eyes or a twitch of your neck sent me reeling.
there was no breathing
so now, gosh, forgive me if s
Shelf Lifeghostcrab:Shelf Life in Free Verse More Like This
steampunk brains whirring
come west, translucent boy!
your press-on googly eyes will lodge
in my voice boxsee i self-strum with sincerity
while your shell is yet a bud
plop off this dock
trust the wise lake
trust me to deal gentlyrecoil not; remember not
no blame to leave to die a thing already dead.
The Real Onesfill my casket withThe Real Ones in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
paper stars you make so well;
I'll finally reach
A Proper Buriali feel lessA Proper Burial in Free Verse More Like This
you pull those quilts
past my chin
if i pulled my
to speak or
i know they'd
touch the fabric and
make me stick
you'd claim they
would get more
i dunno if that is
necessarily the problem here
their mind was meadow"
had i the courage to
(as if there
is any other way
like chucks of hair
on the head of a
"loads of white
a boat without
"no one would
i'd say and i'd
"the girls with
you wouldn't sleep
on that couch
with the best
you'd know that
i know about
on the table and
we would share
the best pillow with those
little birdies on it like
we did that one time when
it rained and
you were late and i
on it for
Braver, Why I Couldn't Be .iiitoo late, i'm sure, to sayBraver, Why I Couldn't Be .iii in Free Verse More Like This
you were more the morning before-
precursor to my epic downfall.
l o n d o n
spilt from your ribbonous fingers
to be salvaged and displayed so!
shameless in grief
like lace o'er an open flame
Boarders and Blackmailshe will swear her mailbox is broken andBoarders and Blackmail in Free Verse More Like This
her panties say 'drama' cos that's how she likes it.
their violins drip for her, but they needn't;
she blossoms through frost.
love is still love after it's gone.
if you don't believe me
Watch Love Leave.
-she will be looking k c a b-
you will notice three kinks in her left ear
and a bird-shaped birthmark: twice touched.
the babies inside her will stop decomposing.
UnsentDear Peter,Unsent in Letters More Like This
The space between us is a living creature,
saber-toothed & homely,
a hangman's grip in its ill-shapen eyes-
nightmarish, sure, yet,
defeated by my one-track-minded shrug.
Journeys with missions are waltzes on two feet;
I keep in step, nocturnal eyes pealed and snow-glazed.
Dozens of night-light headlights gleam like the heaven I'll never see.
The space between us is a living creature,
machete-clawed & restless.
yellow lines weren't meant for feet
like I wasn't meant for you
let nature pity the beast who tries to stop me walking down the middle of every street between y o u a n d m e
Them Good Girlsi'm hand-sewing baby-hewed petalsThem Good Girls in Free Verse More Like This
onto my night-gown,
flexing long dormant digit muscles
to smear pastels bold&bright,
dragging boiling fingerprint blood
[from the un-thimbleds]
across an antique ivory hem.
that is to say,
i'm lighting fires under gypsy toes,
that those might christen me
in my self-brutality.
those sinless are talentless,
and plunging toe-first is not "plunging" at all.
we bite the world hoping it will bite back, and knowing it won't.
Location of the Disappeardstwo-oh-sixLocation of the Disappeards in Free Verse More Like This
i hunt to gather them all:
counting like you used to.
white coated, white grinned, white walled, white marrowed:
you got to kissin on my riblets,
and then you fell in love with her,
oh-five on the right side.
you told me she tasted like the wint-o-green,
and since my bite could not reach
you let me try you.
i'd pretend to catch a flake of mint off your back teeth.
we had em all named,
sorta like bitty white babies,
one-six babies, oh,
bone babies, rib babies, our babies.
i love you and you love them mister,
and that's just quite enough.
my favorite were the femurs though,
cos they're so hard to find from the outside, to feel from the outside.
you'd get me to kickin til my socks flew off:
white 'n grey para-chutes blasting to the floor.
they didn't make noise,
or may-be we just didn't notice.
i take em off and throw em myself:
grey 'n white bombs littering the floor.
i can't hear anything over the sound of your,
your neck cracking, your eyes sh
UnbearableDear Peter,Unbearable in Letters More Like This
I wanna know you the way grandpa archie knows his KFC original recipe chicken breast. I'll crack those rib bones and suck down your marrow and your meat. More than that, though, I'll remember the spaces between them- like those things we wordlessly agree not to mention.
How our first kiss felt like the dud firework that lay on its side, forever dormant
And how even now I turn my cheek to you when you lean in.
How every time I catch your eyes I flinch because I know I don't deserve that look
And how later I'll sketch it out, penciling pity into those sea-swept eyes to explain to my mirror what they must have seen in me.
You oughta know me the way Captain Edward Smith knew his ship.
Well enough to claim she was indestructible.
Well enough to realize when she was going down.
Well enough to abandon a l o s t c a u s e .
With all this love and the forever I never had-