a pleasant interruption.look, you used to make me feel okay and now you don't. you used to make me feel all kinds of things i didn't understand, like maybe i could be the bird or the kite or the four-leaf clover you always wanted me to be. now you make me feel like nothing at all.a pleasant interruption. in Free Verse More Like This
look, the things i remember are your smiles, the feeling of your hand on my arm when i least expected it, your big dreams of you and me and everything. i don't remember shouting, i don't remember crying in my bedroom alone, i don't remember things you said to her while you were stuck inside a vodka bottle. i don't remember any of that.
look, konstantine was our song and some days all i want to tell is you is please please please don't let that be your song with her or anyone else. that song is about giving up, i think, and so it should be ours because giving up is all we ever did.
look, i know i'm not your star.
look, you weren't saying it but i think that you were always thinking that that line was true: the present i
wishing on dead stars.stumbling along,wishing on dead stars. in Free Verse More Like This
bits of porcelain skin
all interjoined by
bones of slaughtered pine trees.
still hanging on with
fingers and hands like
messed up palm frond covered in
la sangre de ayer and mistakes.
begging for mercy in
gerunds and metaphors nowadays,
promising things to
seagulls and already forgotten stars.
with scraggly joints and
limbs like a child's
fucked-up game of connect-the-dots.
(won't you connect my dots?)
pressing on with
a face like cracked porcelain
and a heart like limestone,
rivers down freckle-less banks.
solace in stroganoff and
other stupid shit:
would you hate me if i killed those pine trees?
100,000,000.i am telling him the same things i told you and you know it and i am writing the same story over and over again and maybe i am: the same story over and over and over again, i am: a hundred million equilateral triangles stitched together of: the same feelings, the same promises, the same words and the same regrets.100,000,000. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
different boy, same unsatisfying ending. is it just around the corner?
i am telling you that i am giving in. because i want to. but i realize that there is really no way to give in gracefully. no way to compromise with poise, especially in your eyes. i am: falling and it's hard to say when i'll stop. will i stop before i hit the bottom? i am: a mirror, the only honest look at yourself, and i am: about to smash into a hundred million fragmented triangles of you.
you are the exception to my rule. we never had an ending.
i am telling jason nothing from now on. because with him, i am honest, i am: an open book for him to read and judge and i am: old and worn out and crying for at
humanized.it's 7PM and we're doing 75 on I-39 ;humanized. in Free Verse More Like This
and i've been one oh one since
two this afternoon and
i can't do anything but sleep
through the fever and my head
is in your lap and you're
running your fingers through my
hair and stroking my cheek and
here i am: humanized.
it's just too bad that you're the
only one who can make me
it's 1PM and i'm leaning against the window ;
you ask what's wrong. not if.
i say i'm fine, because that's
just what i do. not what i am.
"no you're not. what's wrong?"
16when i was younger, i always wanted to be sixteen.16 in Free Verse More Like This
because sixteen's when you're all grown up, right?
sixteen's when the adventures begin.
sixteen's when you'll fall in love.
sixteen's when you go on dates, hang out with your friends
drive until the break of day.
sixteen's when it all makes sense.
but now i'm sixteen and i slammed his car door without a word,
i'm sixteen and i barely made it to my room before i cried,
i'm sixteen and no one wants me.
i'm sixteen and i'm praying that my phone will ring
when i know it won't.
i'm sixteen now and
a sad story is still a story.i can't turn back time, but if i coulda sad story is still a story. in Free Verse More Like This
i probably would. because living in the past
has always kinda been my "thing", hasn't it?
besides crying and picking fights,
it's what i'm best at, isn't it?
because there's nothing like crawling
through weeks, months, years of regret,
everything i've never said. because
when push comes to shove,
i'm a nostalgiaholic, and i can't
get enough of what hurts the most.
i'll invite my old friend jealousy back
out to take a stroll, and the fact that
i'm broken and alone is disturbingly
because this is what i know.
it's sad, but my regrets are who i am.
(so go ahead, give up and call it a night.
put the cold floor underneath your bare feet.
walk upstairs and cry, just like you always do.
just like you always do.
cry until you fall asleep, hannah, but don't
forget to text him "good night".
so go ahead, give up and call it a night.
but don't forget to turn off the kitchen light.
don't forget to turn off the light.)
like an overcast sunday.i.like an overcast sunday. in Free Verse More Like This
thank god it's pouring down rain.
and i hope when this storm
moves south to you,
400 miles away,
i hope you think of me and
everything we didn't say last night and
how i almost passed out
at the goodwill checkout counter today and
i hope you'll think of me
but you probably won't.
as i gripped the wheel,
i asked myself why it seems like
i'm always driving into the storm.
i put my foot on the gas and reminded myself,
that i was driving towards the storm
because that's where home is.
it certainly doesn't feel like 3 in the afternoon.
and there are papers on my floor and
books i need to read and
laundry i need to do and
people i should probably talk to and
it's funny how everything seems to matter less
when i know you're not calling back.
it doesn't feel like 3 in the afternoon but it really doesn't matter.
i came home to see my post-its all over my floor,
like a rainbow shattered.
like when the sun didn't come out after the storm stopped.
like a fight that w
australiasomeone once told me that i should follow my dreams.australia in Free Verse More Like This
and sometimes i think id like to follow that someone to australia.
because sometimes i feel like i have to get out,
i have to get as far away as i possibly can
from anyone who has any kind of expectations about me.
sometimes i want to say,
you and me, lets up and leave,
because theyd never look for me in australia.
sometimes theres something about wisconsin
that makes me want to go to australia.
every night i dream about leaving and never coming back,
and sometimes to australia.
i want to start over, start fresh,
underneath the sun.
every now and then im not afraid to dream,
and i dream about going to australia.
i want to break out of the mold theyve made for me,
destroy every expectation theyve ever harbored.
i hear that the sun still rises in australia,
and i think id like to watch it with you.
it's just one of those days.i.it's just one of those days. in Free Verse More Like This
its july 25th
im listening to jimmy eat world
im suffocating in this empty room.
i used to sound vindictive in my poetry,
but i dont anymore.
sometimes i wish i did, though,
because now it just sounds like im giving up.
on days like these, im afraid to
im afraid ill remember
what its like
to truly be happy.
on days like these, i wish i had streetlights,
so at dusk i could greet
my own artificial sunrise.
sometimes i wish i had streetlights,
but instead i have fireflies.
my artificial streetlights.
today is one of those days
i cant stand to swallow my pride and whisper,
even though its days like these i need it the most.
its days like these
the sheer weight of my window
causes it to close on its own.
and im suffocating in this empty room.
'goodbyes' or 'always'tonight we said goodbye for the last time'goodbyes' or 'always' in Free Verse More Like This
for quite possibly a long time.
i said, ill see you, and clutched my cds as i looked to the ground and walked away.
im not exactly proud of it, but its okay because: lately ive decided to not put too much stock in endings, because they detract from the journey.
but you were always there and i think youll always be here, because you and i arent the kind of people that give up.
it was always you and it was always me and its always been us, hasnt it?
youre what ive always wanted but ive always been scared, too.
and no matter how much i hated you, i always imagined my future with you as a part of it.
im a poet but i suck at talking so i just wanted to say what i meant to say all along.
i love you.
WitchcraftCall me SarahWitchcraft in Free Verse More Like This
was all she said
and I had the uncomfortable
feeling of being haunted.
I let her legs
and red nails
do the talking -
stories I grew up
not believing in,
silver spoons and moons
hung so low
I could taste them,
and autumn lost
between her shoulders.
I never said the right words
and night retreated
when she turned her head
We let the candles burn -
rich foliage of air
the only traces left.
DinnerThe first time death came courtingDinner in Free Verse More Like This
he sought my kidneys,
sweet meat for such a famished guest -
enough to whet his appetitie
and lure him back for more.
The second time
he craved my heart,
warm as a steamed pudding,
plump and plated like a lobster -
such succulent sustenance
fit for a king
Then he envied my eyes
two orbs like oysters
brimmed with salt
or ripe olives
that he could pluck
and roll between his brittle lips.
But it was my skin
he coveted most -
that supple, quivering layer
flayed tender by his hands
breeding life so rare and warm
that he would never get to taste.
ShroudShe weaves a dress upon the loom,Shroud in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
her neighbors knowing it's a shroud,
window dressing for a tomb -
she weaves a dress upon the loom.
Forbidden fruit has scarred the womb,
a stranger's face amidst the crowd,
she weaves a dress upon the loom -
her neighbors knowing it's a shroud.
MonsterThat bony smile across his faceMonster in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a sight to take your breath away
as time erupts and slips its pace
a noose of stars that went astray
slips down the sky to find its place.
He said he roamed too far afield
that all his pleas were spurned and shunned
the hands of god refused to yield
They only left him dazed and stunned
with fleshy wounds that never healed.
So now he haunts the fields and fens
and calls the narrow ways his home.
The secrets that no man can ken,
the buzzards bleat a wretched drone
and turn their backs on drowning men.
RustThe dwelling rustRust in Free Verse More Like This
swells this hollow garden
and somewhere in the yard
a tire swing goes flat
against the skyline.
It chokes the autumn light
in the silo,
the crush of
mums and ragged berries
It bubbles in the percolator
steeping still life
in the caul
of early morning -
the red-brown crumbs
of breakfast toast and jam
growing ghosts upon
And deep inside
I still hear you waking up
the soft salute
of morning voices
stirring the wind
outside my window.
SeasonsSeasons in Free Verse More Like This
The seasons bowed down to her,
closely following her heels,
and danced attendance on her path.
They brought her
the begging gold and rose
when leaves peeled back
the sky in glee
and turned her mornings mellow.
They hid the forest floor
and bit back the branches,
draping her afternoons in white
and winds that couched her dreams.
They heralded the spring
in breezes blue and bright,
soft with aching grasses,
in robins' eggs and starlings' songs
and the bright crown of daffodils.
They slipped her into summer
with softly waning heat
that rolled the evening into thunder
and bathed the footpaths
newly sprung to life each morn.
And yet she scarce repaid their splendor,
leaving grace to chance,
granting a glancing nod
every now and then
and a fleeting hope
for them to gather at her feet
and gaze longingly
upon her lovely face
PrayerPlace your poemsPrayer in Free Verse More Like This
on the lips of angels
so you can teach their wings
how it feels to fly
Mark the summer evenings
soon to come
with the grace
that carried you
warm and cherished softly
and know we will always place
among the stars.
Fade to WhiteFade to White in Free Verse More Like This
Take me to the wild
wide edge of blue
and I shall dream of angels,
arms tapering into clouds,
and women in white
and the moths' soft mouths
that mock my oaths.
I shall sleep among the stones
and the pale trees
that grow beneath the ground -
like giants swallowing the dusk.
And I shall find her
tall and waiting
in the ruins,
the billow of her skirt
her eyes lit like candlemass
against the leaves and petals
streaming through the mist.
SnapWhen the lights snap outSnap in Free Verse More Like This
do you think of my breath,
a hot map
between your shoulders,
and asking questions
like we did in school?
How many times has my image
slipped between your sheets
and kept you at the window,
counting stars and cars,
the highway owning us both.
I would kiss your pulse -
drink you down
in those thick gulps
that made you spin
and grasp my fingers
to keep us both
concrete doesn't exist without waterwe dream about the nightsconcrete doesn't exist without water in Free Verse More Like This
where your head is resting
against my chest,
with blankets sprawled,
our legs intertwined
you right hand locked
with my left,
and my right hand
placed on your lower back.
and while i see these things
in my sleep,
i lie awake imagining
the fragile moments too.
not your cliche
but when i say something
without thinking and it hits
you in the place where i swore
i’d protect with my life.
when i say something
that means the world to me
and it’s nothing
but a scoff for you.
when someone’s loved one
finally meets meta
and we have to be there
still dealing with the physical.
i think of those moments
far too often
and how we’d handle
them when we’re just strong
enough to be fragile.
simplicity is intentional
and humanism is concrete
until life hits
and it isn’t what you imagined.
Chrysalides Die (Cracked Pupa/Pupil/Pupils)character caricatureChrysalides Die (Cracked Pupa/Pupil/Pupils) in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
exaggeration level grotesque
excessive hyperbole fabricated
into a sewn objective
of character animation and
assassination is extravagant
in this exquisite corpse
try to stab needles into
a heartless bastard
and all you hit are
tapeworms and barely-there
arteries holding together
a failing stomach
of pit(t/i)ed) humanity
falsehoods over shoulders
like a cloak or cape
onto the backs of cetus
tsunami holds weight
like breaking barrier fetus-
falls inside the heavy
rain of evil kingdom reigns
poem poetic propaganda
projects projectile prejudice
this character caricature
of poetic propaganda
like a covered cetus
breaking a fetus
with his esotropic entropy
forgive and (almost) forget (retrospect on love)ohio players hitforgive and (almost) forget (retrospect on love) in Free Verse More Like This
by southern shooters
and i’m afraid my aim’s shaky,
and has been for these
last few months.
this blurry storyboard
fogs my eyeglass lenses
before i realized it went from
lingering on the avenue
to leaves falling
in love with a girl
i met in winter.
and i am content.
those old whispers
now caught up
in an inverse solstice
where your disappearance
made the nights so long
in the summer,
and the days far too short.
but i am content.
because as winter knocks
the days are much too long,
waiting patiently every night
for my winter girl to call.
wings curling in my stomach
as i see her,
the bashful wave
of happiness every time
hello begins again.
oh hello is my favorite.
(loops repeat like a gift
and there’s no time
like the present
to hear a sweet chorus
and i replay the beginning
in my head every time
goodbye and goodnight
return at the end.
the nights aren
woman with literature lingering like love.you're the second bibliophilewoman with literature lingering like love. in Free Verse More Like This
i've ever met
and while you may be
halfway across the world,
your literature lingers on
like a lost love, or better yet,
a love anew,
woman with literature lingering like love,
your prose was the first to hook me
like a fisherman at sea.
with the simplicity of beauty
on a spring day
and the sharp precision
of a surgeon at work,
and reminiscent of life,
your writings were a catalyst
into my own journey.
and you say that without me,
you don't know where you'd be
and while that is an honor,
i can attest that is the very same thing
when it comes to you, for me.
basic concepts with varying viewpoints,
you showed me that simple doesn't mean easy
even though you made it look that way,
and that empathy in the creation
is a quality that turns good literature
into inspirational art for the masses.
and you strive for greatness
with persistence of a young lioness
and vision of hawk.
i see how much you need
losing, loathing, lying (solemn lining throats)this isn't a music videolosing, loathing, lying (solemn lining throats) in Free Verse More Like This
and we're not young millionaires.
this is real life
and you're losing, losing,
loathing, and lying
swallow it down till it falls away,
it never happened. it never happened.
swallow it down if all else fails
because the only thing disappearing
is your actuality,
not the reality of a soul
never making it to fruition.
and as an outsider,
bystander, i understand her,
but you're her forever
and you letting it fall apart
and i can't bear
to witness this stupor
take hold of the wheel
when neither of you are so(m)ber.
and if death (or disappearance)
cannot steady you,
it is time to tread
rather than the ones
you've soaked yourselves in
for far too long.
woman with the passionate aura. you care for me with the most candorwoman with the passionate aura. in Free Verse More Like This
and it is so beautiful, so refreshing
because in a way, you are my older sister,
in a way, i am your older brother,
but in many ways
we are twins separated at birth.
woman with the passionate aura,
you love so hard and so passionately
and so open and honestly,
that i don't know how you don't
have everyone as a member of your family.
you wear your heart on your sleeve
but the way in which you show it
and do it-- it is a trait not many souls
possess because i know you make
everyone you care for feel loved.
you've taken me under your wing
and i've done the same for you
and we hold each other.
not only figuratively,
but to a higher standard
because we both understand
that we are capable of so many great things
and if there is someone
that can make me truly believe
that i am good enough,
it is this woman with the passionate aura.
she is the greatest person
one could have in their corner
because she gives it absolutely
syllogism's first assertionreality calls at eleven twenty foursyllogism's first assertion in Free Verse More Like This
and syllogisms are no longer
of logical propositions,
but inferences left
begging to differ.
tonight, an hour and twenty two
minutes later, the illusion
of separation collides
in a way that is transparent,
in an invisible manner.
(holding matter in places
no one can see them.
so, in introspect
it is what
matters the most).
and before i speak anymore,
i must make sure my tongue's attire
bespeaks in a way
that makes intense love du jour.
(and when i am nervous,
intellectual ramblings flutter
until i can no longer
rein them in.)
i said that i am glad you are here.
you said you were too.
and this theme,
a la mode
is that i really meant
to say that i love you
more than i thought i did.
and that, that--
that speaks more
honesty of inferences
never making its way
into concrete evidence.
i love you more than you know
because i didn't say so
and that is what is so terrifying.
because while intense love
mo(u)rningi'm enthralled and intrigued by strands of hair;mo(u)rning in Free Verse More Like This
a cloak, fashion statement, force of carnal nature,
loss of time, and interpretation of being.
it is so indicative but understated
until there is none left
when it is a nest of unpredictability
and acceptance of its innate state
of leaning and lying and standing
and moving and appearing. it's a characteristic
that can be commonplace and uniform
or out-of-place and out of the norm.
bedazzled and brilliant to the scalp;
thin and frail,
shaking at the inevitable
encumbrance of artificialities
the body can no longer produce,
arid and frizzy like just waking up from
it was the birth of mine as it settles now,
a product of the mo(u)rning
that is positioned on my chest and eyelids.
gateway"am i dead??"gateway in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"oh, hey! that wasn't so bad, was it? your wife and kids are over there waiting for you."
"oh my God."
losing steam (#24)line after linelosing steam (#24) in Free Verse More Like This
line after line
line after line
line after tired
tirades of apathy,
a passing grade
is what i aim for-
the rest a molehill
my feet into
and that's it.
is what i sow.
When You think of Me - A letter to HerThe season that finds you will not matter. Whether you shiver in winter colds or stretch your toes under the cherries of June, your breath should be easy.When You think of Me - A letter to Her in Letters More Like This
No matter the season, your body should always mimic the birth of spring or the fires of summer. Your skin should glow brighter when my image appears behind your bright eyes.
You should remember the way a great muse meditates, for that is what you are. You should feel your chest letting go, like it does when you grace the sidewalk under linden trees. Your frail rib cage should expand slowly, to let your soul wander free, as it never was before. Don’t worry, your soul will find its way out and back again when your thoughts of me are done. Do not be troubled if it leaves for too long. However long it stays afloat, that’s how it should be. Your soul knows the measure of being in love beyond what you and I know - about us and about each other.
Your arms might fall to the side, your legs might feel brittle and your lips might p
LovecraftThere’s no idiom to describeLovecraft in Free Verse More Like This
The spring on your lips,
Nor what I know about you
When you let my hands in your soul
When I close my eyes
You do the same,
But everything is fine -
Our lips have touched, shivering
Through some kind of masochism
Our hearts beat faster
I don’t know, have no idea,
If and when they stop
But not here, not now
When the moment is over
We know to breathe in such a way
To cast our souls free
No use for us anymore.
Partners in crimeAs partners in crimePartners in crime in Free Verse More Like This
We won’t leave each other behind
for we have the hands and hearts
duality of romance
pulsating from the ether,
immortalized in poetry, images
The crucial context of our love
which places us against the world
has made us wanted hearts,
the glaring bullet of romance
piercing us both
for the exact romantic gaze,
We are prepared before the deed
defiant against the abyss,
with an occulted kiss.
We drive towards a limitless horizon,
the dawn and dusk
march on for us,
before you, I am grounded
holding your hand
until the end,
to gather rest under your voice
while everything around
is simple background noise.
Winter WarmthYou breatheWinter Warmth in Free Verse More Like This
The vapors of wine
the snow outside,
senseless to the seasons
before our birth
after the ever far horizon
I’m always here
to sing the praises
of your vernal eyes.
and bring warmth to our fire
from all the freezing worlds outside,
inside the lock of our embrace
through the black magic of desire
we dominate the night
and welcome any winter sun
with our undying candlelight.
symmetrical to me,
two rainbow fractals made of warmth
we spread the pastel to the graying sky,
embodying the light
I place my dawn under your shade
and you accept, complete
our oneness interplayed,
we flow into each other
to guide the winter out of time,
a glimpse of the ascendant spring
that shyly starts to bloom outside.
Summer AesthesiaStarfall in the eyesSummer Aesthesia in Free Verse More Like This
A bright blaze, another one
One by one
Burning violently, horizon strewn
To catch them, to entrap them
Above the foundation
Built by lips
One by one
Sweet menacing at dusk
Shivering above us, inside us
of your crimson cheeks
Inside your eyes, there I am lost
there I shall build my solace
Interstellar rainbows, mountain springs
Elements of life
Heavy with starfall
The two of us
Angels in the grass
Blue arcs of electricity
Portents of life
From skin to skin
Fingers sliding, pressing harder
Your hand, kept in mine, kept in yours
The starfall, each other
One burning galaxy
HistoryIt’s history that calls me to exploreHistory in Free Verse More Like This
the geography of your body -
I merely obey the lineage of flesh,
fights upon the skin
and wars won deep, within.
thundering desire, violent on
and ridges where I hold steadfast.
Like warriors of old
I have no choice
but to explore, to rip, to shred,
embrace so mercilessly, strong
the lineage of flesh
which I obey, uphold.
I AmNot brittle, but flawlessI Am in Free Verse More Like This
You fit in my palm
And it is not the shadow of the night
falling upon your breast
but my eager, violent caress;
Fiery heart, thundering waves
through the skin
ardent rivers, cascades that begin as
You sway, gentle as the breeze
breathing the vapors of love
from under which
You utter my name
and, pronounced, I know that
DanceSpring is gathering outsideDance in Concrete Poetry More Like This
and I ask for your hand
in melancholic dance,
Let's tear apart
this winter shadow
naively set upon the heart,
for rain is gathering outside
to help us cleanse the dust
and we are wings, dancing together
to wake the Phoenix from the rust.
DualityI’m meDuality in Free Verse More Like This
thus the Chaos spoke to make
darkness and light
burning at the core
balance and extremes
Ourselves, once more
Ballerina through the wavesWe hold each other at the end of the worldBallerina through the waves in Free Verse More Like This
electrified, reshaping the melancholy,
gliding between longing and romance
You possess me
like a restless ivy, nerves filled with
the brimstone of desire and love
ready to erupt
and the ocean of our burning blood is born
You waltz through its waves
a ballerina in my embrace
I’ll seize you, guide and mold you
into undulations, valleys and peaks
with fiery fingers, alighting your skin.
The flame moves inside
where, beyond earthly tissue
lies the ineffable cosmos
and your motions echo
through the halls of hearts
they seek completeness in each other
sublime joining of
corporeal puzzle pieces
still mirroring clear skies
my own lively reflection
in otherworldly eyes.
If nothingness seeps in
and entropy makes haste
There’s still the two of us
overwhelming with our own chaos
motioning, relentless in the world
blazing through eternity.
Infinite eons have passed each other by
punctuated by a glimpse
life-filled, vowing to n
I hope this letter finds you..on the evening youI hope this letter finds you.. in Free Verse More Like This
you've spent the past
doing nothing but
you will be
all too aware of
the feel of youth
your bad habits
used to have
your heart out
when measuring moments
will seem only
less about living
with love be-
from the pavement
golden ingredientsminneapolis hadgolden ingredients in Free Verse More Like This
eyes so blue
I couldn't sleep
wanted to wander
lose myself in her
but memory's unmade
dreams depart with
I ate up pavement
like a twin city
and though I left
before you loved me
I couldn't ask
for a better way
to fill my hours
flowersandrobotsthe futureflowersandrobots in Free Verse More Like This
judging the duration
by the a-
mount of empty chairs
arranged at your
from the tulips
while their true lips
and the price
of every present
is the former you
the never pleasant
birthday poembirthday poem in Free Verse More Like This
something's swallowed up
we were left
each day as it comes
and let it
to the next
pausing only an-
our breath to
laugh in the face
by their depth
dogs as gods
who keep us fearful
while they sleep
thankful for the path
however we've misstepped
faster faster stop[an unperson poem]faster faster stop in Free Verse More Like This
that I left
you found me
was just a
in the white
specks of my
and our soft
it flakes and
lack of faith
cracks in our
and the baseness
of our feelings
I no longer
I used to
now I pray
some something sometimedon't get me wrongsome something sometime in Free Verse More Like This
who I say
I am sick
and don't feel the drugs
like I used to
I am older
and sleep in positions
terrible things about me
(no precious light)
just to reap
come the summer
those backlit eyes
of falling snow
I have seen you
but not your
pick a catchphrase, die aloneattention all skeletons:pick a catchphrase, die alone in Free Verse More Like This
announce your exit!
find yourself fixed
in new flesh
less them guts
to spell grit
clamp the new bit
you're so proud
to be bursting
have such high hopes
with your yesterdays
like paper ghosts
who merely moan
to move the room
but I am not buying
love poorly conceived
(with a twist!)
poems with all
the aching heart
of a grocery list
a hole...I used to get a sense of somethinga hole... in Free Verse More Like This
when practicing pretense
a tangible almost
and on to the next
never mind that sinking feeling
"find the good foot forward (fast -
before it backpedals into the breach)"
for the sake of
is a thing of the past
along with half-hearts
and second chances
since solitude & I
came to terms of surrender
and agreed on white flags tied tight
with a certain display of dignity
silence is the new what have you
swing low, sweet Roswell...hundreds of dollarsswing low, sweet Roswell... in Free Verse More Like This
two southern cops
and a border patrol search
we found ourselves
for the big shakedown
armed with wide eyes
and dulled wits
we were ready
even the ever encroaching desert
arid & alluring
as some sun-baked siren
sweetly singing of half-remembered promises
and unfulfilled madness
the true american dream
betting it all on red
while muttering incantations about
father's latest footwear
and being thrown out of only
the finest places
all hands on deck
for the most triumphant
an aside with alicea tragedyan aside with alice in Free Verse More Like This
infused with nicotine and
yellowed reels of film noir
(an art house's wet dream)
conceived by analeptics and
white ribbons of drowning fantôme
(an artlessness without seams)
in dripping red ransom
(an art, or so it seems)
the blue rabbits
(an art junkie fucks the queen)
and the patrons
with their looking glasses
turn scarlet out of habit
(an artist paints the scene)
and the princess
without her pale membrane
returns humanity to the obscuration
(an art is nothing but a dream)
and all of those dreams
dripping red with sensation
(a vice in artistry, like the smoke that fills your veins)
but all of those dreams
ripe with honey amarathine
are nothing but meaning
(if one should hold their breath for long)
'dream' - an amorphous word
is the beginning and
the end of aestheticism
(a vice in life).
dischargehalf dead batteriesdischarge in Free Verse More Like This
are of no use
like half dead men
shuffling about without conflict
a twenty-first century clockwork
with gears always slipping
slightly out of place
something"fuck it," he sighed.something in Free Verse More Like This
the mirror laughed at him.
he could feel its cold aethereal breath on his face, down his neck, in his lungs.
he thought of his hollow thoracic cavity.
he thought of his hollow reflection.
he thought of his hollow existence and turned away.
"your face is a stigma.
but you have light eyes," she whispered.
she wrapped her slender hand around his and clasped it tightly.
the chill from her hand spread throughout his whole being.
"the eyes of a martyr."
all he could see was grey.
no purity nor innocence.
just a grey iris, no more and no less.
he sighed again and opened the medicine cabinet.
fluorescent orange peeked out at him, enticing him.
"no," he thought.
he walked slowly into the kitchen and sat at the iron table.
a meager meal of coffee and cigarettes still laid where he had left it some time ago.
the ashtray still exhaled smoke lightly into the air.
it smelled like autumn, like her hair and her breath.
the fire burned cleanly
pyreimpressions:pyre in Free Verse More Like This
soft fingers on skin
of love and happiness
i still remember the first kiss
orange-soaked and frosted
we sat by the fire
and held each other
for a diluted sense of right
we lingered around autumn's death
as the fire was smothered
a last sigh of combustion
as i let your hand go
and kissed your lips so ultimately
from then we lived
in laconic denouement
haunting each other
as simple astrays;
loose ends frayed
by flares of temper
and left to collapse
i still remember the first kiss
and all the inbetweens
but i don't remember the last
(although you left ash upon my lips
a subtle reminder
of my expiration.)
never stayhave you been waiting long?never stay in Free Verse More Like This
those years passed by
in a mellowed daze
alcohol fires waning
in your lowered eyes
in a frostbite oblivion
waiting for the crescendo
that never comes
like used waters
into slow death comas
like patients off life support
children too far off the tether
wandering soft into the unknown
have you been waiting long?
for srfi caught my breathfor srf in Free Verse More Like This
when i saw you
then spat it out
bitter and pitted
of the seeds
shaded in your ego
i've given a soul
an agnostic's soul
for however much that is worth
heavy, weighted thoughts
albatrosses on a drowning man
donated to a pyre
burning with the fuels
of our past
blue lipped flowers
our rose-tinted memories.
an affairI call you a friend,an affair in Free Verse More Like This
you call me a lover,
to my oceanic lifeblood
(if you put your ear
to my chest,
you can hear the tides)
So I call you my only,
to my tragic Hamlet,
both damned to love and die,
and you call me a mistake,
an aborted attempt
at a better life.
(and to think,
I bled for you!)
I call you the sun,
and the stars
and everything else
vivid and burning
and you call me a taxi,
god is in the detailsi've come with a porcelain hammergod is in the details in Free Verse More Like This
to break your silver heart
or at least to touch
and leave a weak residue
-like you did to me so long ago
scouring the remainsi am not khalil gibranscouring the remains in Free Verse More Like This
i cannot soothe your angsty soul
nor kiss your wandering mind to bed
with sweet god-whispers
i can only bring you lilies
white and freshly-cut
i found them in the ash
of a fresh-razed past
and i give them to you
may they bring you peace
when i cannot
and may you always think
of bright eyes and bright skies
when their fragrance comes your way
broken guitar, breaking guitarthe wood splintered easilybroken guitar, breaking guitar in Free Verse More Like This
like you said it would
under my hands
kissing the floor so tenderly
one last rain
before deserted summers
a dissonant farewell
and a smile
knowing you were right
(knowing i was a bastard mistake
forever to be disowned)
BitterBitter-sharp and angledBitter in Free Verse More Like This
The stake through my heart
The brightest sun cannot penetrate
The cold seizures as I die
and die, everyday;
but still somehow remain.
You only had to die once.
I've died a thousand times
since you left.
Dying is no way to live.
Morphine DaysSepia world, barnstorming, brainstorming, building up, looking outMorphine Days in Free Verse More Like This
Of dusty cracked windows to see it all happen, now, again, bold
Into the empty yellowed skulls piled up around the old church
Only on morphine days, though, when we fall out of grace
God, look at the crows, how many pilot their way across the sky
Obscene noises through the dust, shitting on old rusted machinery
Abandoned throughout dried-up, smashed-down stalks of corn
Here, to the left, the foundation of a house that no longer exists
There were good days here, once, weren’t there? Maybe not…
MovingMy face wears the care of a million mile’s walkMoving in Free Verse More Like This
Through the darkest of places, out of step, out of time
I bear the burden of a thousand lost nights on my back
And lend myself to distant voices, some laughing
Sounds of the city will soon disappear, I’ll find quiet
At last; I wonder if I can stand it?
I knew solitude once, long ago
I sometimes think this life’s all been a dream
But the soles of my shoes beg to differ
HollowdaysShortened dim days and long starless nightsHollowdays in Free Verse More Like This
The wellspring, the windchimes, the starlings
Dreary tunes about razorblades, and ash, and bone
The lost man's song, the October sonata
The walkingman shoeheels clack empty sidewalks
Past blank storefronts and soapsmeared windows.
Summer is a distant fire, muted by mist, fog,
Hollow days are here again.
SymphonyIt's the measured breathing of someone on oxygen, here in the small hours. I don't know where it's coming from. I hear it beneath the white noise of the air conditioner.Symphony in Free Verse More Like This
It's the faint jumpiness of a phone ringing, a monitor flatlining on a loop in my memory.
It's the droning in my own ears, the hum-buzz of the tinnitus, the electricity and insect sounds.
It's the whistle of a train, much louder than it should be. It soars over the top of it all. There are no trains nearby.
It's four AM again. The silence is not golden.
OctoberDreamcake slips down the slideOctober in Free Verse More Like This
Third eye sees, lips crack
All the buses are blue here
You dreamed of me last night
I watched you from a million
Yellow raincoat dancing
Mother sends her love, I send
All the pumpkins are blue here
Lambchops and RazorbladesLamb-chops and razorblades, barbed wire dessertLambchops and Razorblades in Free Verse More Like This
Blackhand man resurges, gather 'round;
Shadows eat the light, he eats the shadows
Blackheart bound with rough twine, engorged;
with sweet dreams turned to sour mash
with fear of echoes on twilit playgrounds
with summer's sudden screendoor slam ending
with attic wigstands cooing sick-sweet things
Head-cheese and shrapnel, red lipstick dessert
Blackhand man resurges, gather 'round;
Moths eat his clothes, he eats the holes
Blackheart bound but bursting out, engorged;
with severed birdwings falling from the heights
with rotten fruit boiling in fly-filled bins
with spineless slithering things that were tomorrows
with hollowness, vertigo, stitches-rending pain.
99 DrumsThere were ninety-nine drums in the line, speaking loudly99 Drums in Free Verse More Like This
about thin white blankets, bedsores, red Jell-O, disease
About the sky cracking and falling to earth in sharp pieces
About the old nodding out more frequently now, their
bodies shutting down for the last time, faint groans and sighs
The buttons have been pushed in sequence, no return now
Crossword puzzle books and Uno cards abandoned, TV
unwatched, drums drop out one by one until at last only
Not even shouting down the halls, but whispers
I remember the trees were just beginning to turn when you left
And how a hard driving rain swept across the grounds
The sky cried all night; I took your dreamcatcher home
in the morning; there were no dreams left
ConspiracyInternal medicine, coffeemaker beeps three timesConspiracy in Free Verse More Like This
External hardware, holding up under pressure
Too much said about the same tired old subjects
Not enough to fill the emptiness within, those holes
Salvatore dissolved into night, windows cracked
The cat saw it all, blank stare, emotion checked
Three ships, three riders, three men on crosses dying
Conspiracy, paranoia, dyslexia overwhelm all
Willows by the river hang their heads in sorrow, lost
Remembering too much what life was like before
Doors were once open, sunlight poured in, holy
Before darkness and medicine and beeping began
We have come to conclusion, to rust, rain, corrosion
Our hammers pound out nothing of value, cheap goods
To be sold at roadside stands with our beating hearts
Walk backwards into twilight, begin melting again
No justice, just us, wearily marching into Babylon
Blank banners and flags held high, proud of nothing
Three wise men have become gibbering fools today
The walls come tumbling down; the coffeemaker beeps
Intersex.glass eyesIntersex. in Free Verse More Like This
she feels good
i think, i think
it could be gone
in a blink
he wants me
back row seats
it could be mine
in the dark with no scenery
'you' is such a strong word
'me' is all i'm here for
really, really, you knew that
a dog drools for a treat
and i just want a small
for the stars to drift away,
but its so much clearer
with a girl there to talk
and a boy on my ----
They Cannot.I'm already deadThey Cannot. in Free Verse More Like This
Or at least that's what I told you on the phone
Cutting single red threads
Of tendons until I reach the brittle bones
Dissect what I said
And tell me if my words clank hollow tones
Blue crystals in my head
reflect the orange moon through the hole in my ozone
Its a lovely blood flow
Dripping off my elbow
Wings stretched out under my yellowy halo--
I burned a circle in the sky
And let in all the purple nothingness outside
I burned a circle in my eye
so that the light could never hide
and yet, you are walking out the green door
to see if my dark eyes can be underscored
no bangs or whimpers.like wearing sunglassesno bangs or whimpers. in Free Verse More Like This
the day shades away
in shafts of soft gray light
the corners uncurl
and time will take away
Hancock and Rothko and Keats and Churchill
polaroids will lose their poles
to be consistent and subtle
the imbalance will placate
and life will settle
the dust and ashes fallen from the air
and the cacophony hushed
existence breathing a last breath, sliding through
Inconsideration.The ground above a dangling boyInconsideration. in Free Verse More Like This
Swung with wind, a pendulum toy
Bright blue short shorts bunched on thighs
Red with gravity and sunburn skies
Consciousness set in
What easy prey for such a beast---
It was a carnal feast of figurative size
The man with the switching knife walked by
Able to cut through bones and rope
But unwilling to, unwilling to. . . .
Consideration in lack,
The shirtless boy screamed
His lungs impressing his fragile chest
But the rest, but the rest
Passed by in a fog of steam.
The invisible boy screamed
But the Inconsideration
Grinned so proud
All it's teeth
Too busy to eat
To busy themselves to eat
Anything would be a burden
Venus fly traps beat at flies
They wait until they slowly die---
Blood floods the brain with the whole world watching
The skin with the peel
"Haole rot, Haole rot," natives speak
Although the slav
Perennial LoveIf anything you were the master of the garden;Perennial Love in Free Verse More Like This
Your draping jewels potting soil smears
Up to your shoulders, sunburnt ears
As your crown, until the ground would harden
If anything you were my Philemon
The one I was meant to be intertwined with
Forever; but the gods forgot our myth
And left us for cosmic commons
If anything were to ever console you
It should be that we are separated by soil
Something so familiar with the smallest recoil
And you'll be back to hydrangeas of blue
But sweet, an orchid must die from time to time
An iris' stem sometimes snaps from its weight
Dew drops on your petals, don't be alarmed
I have returned to a natural state
(feeding the tulips, I'm in the blooms)
The growing season has arrived
I was picked in the harvest
Flowers, some grow forever
But I was an annual,
Your dear, sweet,
under a halo.if i were to say yesunder a halo. in Free Verse More Like This
if i were
to let that word
slip my lips,
would it get any better?
or would i be one step further
i see the fire
and the crucifix
and you sitting there
on His shoulder.
candlelit, i sigh--
satan was born, and you all were there
praising the Father.
the fear of death hides so well under a halo.
A Spur of the Moment Exorcism.An acrostic that spells E R O T I C AA Spur of the Moment Exorcism. in Free Verse More Like This
Vertically amused me
Verbally abused, I miss you
More today, in a way
Other ways, otherwise
I need to suntan on my thighs
so maybe you will tent your pants
a little more than before
Elephantine issues aren't fixed with a tissue
Filled with manliness, filled with a part of you
Masturbatory self destruction leaves you as a jigsaw puzzle
Anyways, other days keep in order their piles of rubble
But the trouble always was how easily it got harder
Telegraphs tap out messages that
Pornographs retard and smolder,
I tend to lend myself to a hand
And a dark room, now that I'm older
Get out of my veins that run up my shaft
Flirtatious lips in an hour and a half
Could burn me away into nothing
Only to recover closer to death
A Light in a Haze.Can't forget the pasts I inventedA Light in a Haze. in Free Verse More Like This
With you on that breezy grey mourning
The sky was alight
With the tears from the night
Before when we awoke without warning
Above the snow was air and breath clouds
That mixed themselves in between us
Our stories cemented
In minds indented
With gentle kisses and clean dust
We are haunted with closed-eyed sights
From somewhere where we've not yet existed
Are screaming out loud
But my asthma miasma is misted.
The heart of darkness only appears if there is a light in the haze
How would you see particles in the breeze without a back-lighting sun ray?
Ghosts Don't Need Makeup.How fast are we going, material girl?Ghosts Don't Need Makeup. in Free Verse More Like This
The shadows dive past as I sleep
Through streams of a liquid world.
I trust that you will always keep
Me sliding off my spine
As the speed becomes steep.
Buy me vodka and you cheap wine
We will vomit green olives and pearls
In a perfectly straight line.
Return to the car crash left in the snow
And then take 10 paces north
There should be the perfect place to hang yourself
Your lipstick will fall in the snow
I would pick it up but oh no
Ghosts don't need makeup
declare an imaginary warin the name of battledeclare an imaginary war in Free Verse More Like This
start a war
bullet-hole your psyche
and get a scar--
you'll go far
on foot and your
purple heart will
beat you through
as though it was
midday stains your skin hot
and you burn through the front line
prostrate, on the floor
Janus knocks on closed doors
fifteen or sixteen
(year old)naked corpses strewn
the light is blush
pink hearts inside
of rotten fruits
inside of you,
dry sand soil;
we are born with inner doubt
and we are singed from within
the original sin--
roman catholicism loves Satan