PeopleI have always been overwhelmed by the multitude of people that are in this world. Not just the people themselves, but the idea of people.People in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Everyday I have thousands, no millions of thoughts; they flit in and out of my well-worn mind, belonging purely to me, unless I decide to share them.
And everyday, every person I meet has the same amount of thoughts, if theyre lucky. Every person I see on the street have their own set of fears, and everyone person I sit next to on the train have as many memories as I do, maybe more.
Collectively, if each memory, if each and every thought that each and every person on this planet had, weighed a single kilogram, I doubt that planet Earth could sustain the burden of bitter thoughts and broken bits of trauma.
I remember being a child, and meeting new people, and forming opinions, making judgements on their character. As I grew older I began to wonder what these people thought of me, what people thought of other people. In my many years I have made
Expansion of the HeartI miss your heartExpansion of the Heart in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your soul entwined with mine,
My skin is dead
Starting to decay.
Echoes of your touch
Still linger and tease,
Your taunting kisses
Wont fade away.
And youve left me,
Thinking about us
About your intentions,
About your eyes.
Sitting here alone
Trying to describe,
The feeling of love
Expansion of the heart.
Cut me open
And learn darling,
Love is like a disease
And Ive been infected.
PurityThe whiteness of your ceilingPurity in Free Verse More Like This
Pupils of your eyes;
Tear me away from here.
You tire me.
Your made up language,
Burns my dainty ears.
Sunrise-SunsetSunriseSunrise-Sunset in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I can see
I can feel you
All around me
In the bleeding light.
And I need you
To help me
See through the haze,
In my mind.
And I cry
At the thought
Of losing you,
Seeps out of
My now blue eyes.
And I can hear
In the breeze,
Your words of wisdom
In the trees.
And I want you
I'll get by
Your face anymore.
And I smile
Because I know
You'll see me
The fading light,
The rushing night.
The Lights Go Down...I like it when the lights go downThe Lights Go Down... in Free Verse More Like This
And all the pretty boys come out to play,
We dance around in circles
As the fireflies sing.
I dont want to be alone.
The music drowns out
All sounds of the soul
You start to feel invincible,
He hands you your favourite drink.
I cant be empty anymore
The sky is dimming,
His cerulean eyes widening
Hands racing down your skin
Dirty words in your ear.
Id do anything to be alive again.
I like it when the lights are up
And you can finally see his leer.
CirclesOh child, you never learnCircles in Free Verse More Like This
You're getting in too deep
You tried so hard to forget
But you remember
Every tear you ever cried,
Every word uttered in pain
Every time you saw his smile
And you sing a lonely song.
Everything reminds you
As you're walking down the street
Your lip trembles in disappointment
Because you feel so weak.
And there's so much
You'd choose to erase
And there's so much
You want to replace.
Such an emptiness dwelling inside
When you forget all you knew
But yet its what you fought for
And for feelings so new.
You're running in circles
As fast as you can
Never gaining or failing
But you can't break out of line.
You're so broken, darling
But you chose to forget
And you don't realise
It'll destroy you
When you do everything
You're bound to regret
Mirror DanceOur love;Mirror Dance in Free Verse More Like This
A mirror dance
I was following your lead.
Somewhere you forgot the steps
And you blamed it on me.
The music started to falter
And the magic left us,
High and dry.
Somehow you slowed down
And realised it wasn't there,
You thought it never was.
When no one else was around,
I'd slip back into our dance studio
(The secluded part of heart/mind)
And I'd make myself remember
Before I could forget
I learnt to dance so flawlessly
Whilst you hid and watched.
I chose to abandon,
You probably danced
When I wasn't looking,
But I guess I'll never know.
Occasionally I feel different,
I cherish you sometimes.
It's easier for now.
And I learnt,
EnoughIt's the simplest feeling,Enough in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But the hardest to describe
To be incomplete and empty
With nothing real inside.
My thoughts don't come quickly
It's like I'm a stranger,
This mood means something
Indicates some form of danger.
Soft buzzing of vacant thoughts
Flit around my weary mind,
I blink, with these newborn eyes
Falling further and further behind.
Talking and moving too slow,
On a twelve second delay
The wind fails to thrill me
And I can't see clouds of grey.
I can't see the people
Who just pass me by,
I'd follow them to nowhere
But it's too hard to try.
There are few who stop,
With concern in their eyes
But there's nothing really wrong
And I can't seem to cry.
So tell me, if you know
What's happening to me?
Why does nothing affect me,
Why am I living in a memory?
I collapse but I'm not tired,
I've just had enough
I feel his hand reach across me
Touch of his palms, so rough.
SignsBeing able to cry yourself to sleep,Signs in Free Verse More Like This
Is a sign,
Of a new beginning.
Kissing someone fresh in the aisles of Big W
But only to have them forget,
Is a sign,
Of learning to take risks.
Running into the one
Whilst on a date with someone else,
Is a sign,
Allowing someone new to give you butterflies,
Is a sign,
Of true ignorance.
Hearing someone lie and not protesting,
Is a sign,
Letting someone break your heart,
Is a sign,
StillI think I'll be a rock today,Still in Surrealism More Like This
Rocks have no soul,
Just a rock.
Bottom of a pond,
Koi and weeds,
Little children squeal,
Don't see me,
I blend in.
The ripples don't move me,
I'm a rock,
I think I'll be a rock today.
The Scars of FootprintsThe Scars of Footprints in Free Verse More Like This
Past in present, I won't be long
I will always be a shadow in your light.
Back to yesterday I never understood
How things move on yet feel the same,
Soon it will be past my bedtime.
Walking through creases and smudges
I will always be in your light
Unfolding into the spine of a dry leaf,
Invisible birds hatch behind my distant eyes.
Born again they escape through my trembling fingertips.
Snow melts away my heart, letting go of you in the wind.
Busy bees play hide and seek in big trees,
Clouds vacuum leaves and polish the sea
Under the sky trees move and trees whisper.
Branches hold onto memories, clinging to you in the wind
Long enough till they grow into something else.
Butterflies divide our hearts into a larger one of them,
Pinning my wings to a tree like a page in a scrapbook.
Memories escape like droplets on a trembling leaf
Hope freezes up and thaws like shadows hiding into shade.
I hear you in the wind but I can't find you anywhere, after all
Looking for my way (all that I am, a
I Had A DreamI Had A Dream in Free Verse More Like This
Ink navigates lost children through dreams,
we will find our way together (from my past and your future).
Waking up in the morning air waiting for you,
still in love but still alone.
I had a dream that we took away each others pain
and I had another dream that I woke up beside you.
Its to late too cry for unsent love letters,
after years of waiting nothing came (but you).
Its to late too cry for unsent love letters,
Ive got a feeling I dont want to know why?
Time is too far away but close enough. To fill up the spaces
because paper aeroplane hearts belong too no-one.
Inner self is no more than,
dancing leaves in the wind and rain.
Waiting for some sign from fate that you belong with me,
blows a leaf off a branch in your mind.
Scarring the mist with I love yous and love mes.
Youre in-between what you feel and nothing in return.
Skin and bone are as light as feathers.
Her light is the night and light connected in a dream,
Waiting For Twilight To PassNo tricks, no traps I dont deserve you?Waiting For Twilight To Pass in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You dont trust me or understand and I dont blame you.
Stars are stars;
Shining so sad and bravely,
Faded dreams are desires,
Pictured with you Im a sad shadow.
So sad, so silent words are just words
Here and there, busy pleasing everybody is there hope for us?
Clock ticks in my sleep;
Waking me up into a different time of year,
Diving into someones heart only to be forgotten.
Forever bad timing, I dream for my own life
One day all my thoughts are of you.
Someday Ill get over you and forget all that too.
No tricks, no traps I dont deserve you?
Stars are stars;
Shining so sad and bravely,
Faded dreams are desires,
Pictured with you Im a sad shadow,
So sad, so silent words are just words.
Waiting for the twilight to pass,
Joining up the stars, making love hearts and promises
Why cant it get back to the way it was?
Tangled in flowers and love poems.
Buried alive in the coffin of my heart;
Not Worth TearsNot Worth Tears in Free Verse More Like This
Towering mirrors sail into the lonely storm,
(circling yourself in the eye) You know how its going to end.
The heart breaks you in places (people expect you to be)
No moon tonight. Sadness is too hard to reflect,
Its just something for you to talk down (and sow up).
Shadows are painting halos on statues
(opening up a map)
Gripped tighter by each and every towering tear,
The conflict gives you something to live for (sharpens the lines)
Optimism is see-through (kindness a terrible thing) not worth your love.
Id really like to help you from the love of love;
Its your love candlelight, tears and all things out of sight.
(Its your love and its wonderful with you) At least it wont make me cry.
Aching words, broken pages and blemished promises
(run away from my hand)
The mirror broke you; blackened out stars, like a thief in the night,
So blind confusing all. You cant even see beyond these towers.
Illusion Is For ForeverIllusion Is For Forever in Free Verse More Like This
Ourselves are ghosts (the dead are alone)
Its me; its not you, its me,
Everything about me says Im dead.
Theres no other way to look the other way.
Lifes a constraint;
A procession of defeated colours,
Poked in the eye and drowned out by negativity.
(Butterfly new life)
Black red escape
To die alone
(Is better than living alone)
But what if your life is dead alone?
Untogether beneath the heavens,
Walking through God's illusion
Wind in the lines blown through the restraints,
Illusion strapped tightly to transition
Crystallised waves carry you away from your life,
The lines on your palm wore thin
Tightened loops bound for posterity,
An epilogue of being torn apart.
Theres no other way (to look the other way)
Butterfly new life
Left weak and replaced (losing sight of your needs)
The lines on your palm wore thin;
Tightened loops bound for posterity,
A prologue to being pushed apart.
Rainclouds Full of Good WordsRainclouds Full of Good Words in Free Verse More Like This
Ghosts rain down from the dreams of what could have been;
Threads of life from the other side of you,
A dreamer's footprints blemish the face of time.
Words sparkle like lonely whispers on the tips of leaves;
Tattered remnants of dreams above the edges of wings,
Unheard cries touching clouds with the tips of trees.
Deadflowers and Paper LanternsDeadflowers and Paper Lanterns in Surrealism More Like This
Floor after floor of thoughts, undone by misshapen dreams
Tears blot out some of the feelings in the words I'm trying to write
Flawed paper trails, bad fortune cries out lonesome paper cuts
Tears from the heart bleed into paper trails and painted reflections.
Inner TearsInner Tears in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Sticking to the map,
Empty house hums inner tears,
Lets be far off stars.
Always Silent Love GuidesAlways Silent Love Guides in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Dreamy love silence.
There's more to life than tears;
Fallen beyond dream.
heart crossed.heart crossed. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"who's that kid?" i ask, pointing at the boy whose hair cannot decide if it is red or gold. he holds a basketball in his small hands, bouncing it, once, twice, before putting it through the hoop in a perfect arc.
"james," the counselor responds, and leans closer. "he's a foster kid, you know."
i don't know.
the boy turns at that moment and catches me watching him. unthinkingly i form my thumbs and index fingers into a heart and flash it at him. he nods to his teammates and leaves the court, climbing the bleachers to where i sit.
"did you see my shot?" he asks.
"yes." pause. "i'm kelsey."
"i know," he says, and runs back to his game.
at the end of the camp day i wave to the buses as they leave the parking lot. the final bus clicks and pops to life, and from the last seat i see james cup his hands into a heart and press it against the window at me. i fumble to free my hands and return the gesture, but the bus turns the corner and he is gone.
it doesn't take long for me to vow that if i
fog.have you ever driven throughfog. in Free Verse More Like This
a fog so thick that you can part it
with your fingers? a fog so dense
that you stick your hand through
the car window and watch it disappear?
these special fogs press
heavy on your eyes and ears,
fill the dips of your collarbone,
quiet the murmurs living
inside your throat.
before i drove through this mountain
and through this fog there were bills
to pay and children to teach, people
i hated and people i loved. there were mental
disorders and electrocardiograms. fears.
now there is only the positioning
of my hands. a steering wheel. a whisper
in my ear that says "drive carefully."
a cliff and a guardrail.
now there is fog.
and maybe, if i wish hard enough,
the fog will keep me.
i am not afraid of dying.
i am just afraid.
waiting.he has been there for so long that the girl sometimes wonders if he is part of the beach, if the seaweed and shells fuse themselves to his ankles at night and grow over his browned legs like ivy. he is always still, so still, eyes focused on something distant in the waves that the girl can't quite see, though she tries. the man has a face like a creased paper bag and she finds herself wishing that she could see inside his head.waiting. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she watches him all day from the corner of her eye but no one ever joins him in his vigil. he is alone in casting shadows that grow longer and longer as the sun sets. the girl wonders what it is like to be so alone and decides she'd rather be lonely on the beach than spend all her time with people, particularly the people she knows who seem to be full of incessant questions and sharp elbows.
the man is waiting, and so instinctively she waits too.
the girl is the only one to see him cut his palm wide open on a shell. she watches the red droplets fall heavily on
march 24th, 2008.there is a chinese proverb that says your teeth will fall out if you tell lies.march 24th, 2008. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
i used to always dream my teeth would crumble from my mouth and lay glittering on the street like coins. i used to dream that the slightest touch jarred them loose, knocked them from my jaw leaving only swells of broken tissue behind. i used to dream of rivulets of blood streaming from the corners of my mouth, of thirty two pieces of myself lying naked on the ground, thirty two tooth fairies that would never come. i used to dream of screaming.
"you know," said my psychology TA, "to dream of losing one's teeth is very common. it typically means that you're concerned about your physical appearance. it's a dream that is prevalent among many young women."
i used to dream my mom would try to kill me. i used to dream she'd push me down flights of stairs or hold a gun to my temple or run a razor lovingly along my throat. i used to dream she'd watch me drown and smile, that she would set my room on fire, would lock
the soccer game.the thing is, i needthe soccer game. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
the deer to mean something.
i go to the soccer game and smile
and nod while something furious
inside of me is screaming.
a deer appears while the sun
is setting and it's like a scene
from a movie: green grass and gold rays
that spread out, tingeing our feet
with one last bit of wednesday.
everyone watches the deer and makes
noises of appreciation and i look
around and i think to myself
"okay, this is it, i am happy."
the deer is watching me and i try
to decide if it's a metaphor.
i want the deer to be death, see,
to represent fucking or blacking
out or apathy or loneliness.
someone does something heroic
with a soccer ball and i watch
my hands clap together over and over.
okay, or maybe the deer is supposed
to be happy. maybe the deer
represents attending social
events and sitting with people.
maybe the deer means that
i'm ready to let go.
the girl beside me looks over
and asks if i've written any poems
lately. (that's all she knows of me,
that i write poems and
Riding BikesGoing off medication is like riding a bike.Riding Bikes in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The doctor holds tight to my handlebars and lowers my dosage. The training wheels are off, and oh hey, look at me go! It's like flying but not, and I'm doing so well but then there's a horrible accident and I'm somehow upside down at the bottom of the sea with both wheels still spinning.
"Help," I say, and my doctor pats my head, puts a band-aid on my knee, and writes a note on my chart.
I've balanced by myself for months at a time, but I always end up hitting a fucking tree or falling off a cliff or something equally catastrophic because I am a catastrophic person. Except that is an exaggeration. I am an exaggeration.
I like to compare mental illnesses to mundane physical activities. Also you should know that I am sick but trying to get better.
Sometimes I relapse and then write poems about it.
It's not even the kind of sick where people bring you soup in bed and soothe your fevered brow. It's the kind of sick where I'm late to work because
dahlia girl.i used to let you backhand me acrossdahlia girl. in Free Verse More Like This
the face because crying turned you on.
your palm stung and burned my cheeks
bright red, but it was strangely beautiful.
you called me your little dahlia, your little
candleflame, and kissed my jaw where
your fingers left treadmarks.
"love means making sacrifices."
i said nothing, just wiped away a few
premature tears and traced the fireworks
blooming on my face.
you used to fall asleep in the grass with
me, and we'd wake up with petals stuck
in our eyebrows and grass stains on our
lips. our lazy kisses tasted like rain.
"love means throwing handfuls of grass at
each other. love means 3:00 AM bubble
baths. love means wishing on shark teeth
and broken seashells and stoplights."
"okay, sweetie," you say absentmindely,
brushing errant twigs from my hair.
"what comes on tv tonight?
one year later you asked me what love
meant again, but by then it was much
"is it holding hands? remembering to buy
cereal? letting me to
Thank You, Slater.I used to go to the nearby campus coffee shop in the early evenings, armed with a pen, a blank notebook, and writer's block. The sense of loneliness was unspoken but well accounted for.Thank You, Slater. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I always shared coffee-counterspace with the same boy, who never smiled or talked and who had a penchant for bedhead and argyle sweaters. He liked to lean back on his stool, balancing precariously as he read novels, and I liked to pretend I wasn't watching him watch me. We coexisted in quiet companionship, thrived quietly under fluorescent lighting which sometimes caught his thick-framed glasses.
His novels changed while my notebook remained the same; his dogeared copies of The Sound and the Fury and Animal Farm distracted me as I doodled stars on blank pages, waiting for something that could not be explained.
It was raining. I remember that. His glasses fogged up when he walked in, his tousled black hair dripped water on my elbow.
"Why don't you ever write in your notebook?" he asked, turning to me w
Why Not to get out of Bed.Depression.Why Not to get out of Bed. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Withering me down.
Down to even less than I think I am.
So why try?
Why not just give up before hand?
No one needs me.
So I'll stay here.
I'll stay here and hate more.
More than I first did,
For lying in bed.
Which shall keep me longer.
So I surrender all of my day,
To the only solution to my sadness.
Sleep the guilt, the hate away.
Sleep the worthlessness down.
I'd rather just pray and sleep.
Pray that I can sleep,
And hope that tomorrow,
Will be a better day.
But if I'm only going to fall,
Why get up?
Broken GirlBROKEN GIRLBroken Girl in Free Verse More Like This
Staring me right in the face, a face I never wanted to see.
The face of a young girl, who was not so different form me.
Her cursed features were unpleasant in every physical way.
And she was growing nearer to insanity every living day.
She would gaze at the wall, while her makeup dripped down her cheek.
I 'd just shake my head, wondering how she got to be so weak.
In her eyes I saw a soul that could never mend.
With every tick of the clock, she was a little closer to the end.
Even behind the glass that kept our worlds apart,
It wasn't hard for me to see her lonely, icy, heart.
Pathetic, annoying, stupid, and ugly.
Just never quite as good as she really could be.
I could see all her flaws, all the horrible things she was apart of.
Her lonely heart cracking from abuse, where there should be love.
Day after day she would claw herself, and then break down.
I 'd simply watch, reading her wary eyes and her sewed on frown.
She knew who she was, she knew everyone hated her,
GuillotineYou wonder how long it will take,Guillotine in Free Verse More Like This
Before you give in to the fear.
How much more before you brake,
Fall and beg them to spare you here.
Seems unfair to face it alone.
To be the only one burden by this fate
Forced to sit anxiously and moan.
Forced to expect it and just wait.
Submissively expecting your punishment.
Dignity allows you not a tear to shed.
They say your intentions were hell bent,
And for that they must have your head.
The blade falls, you're without hope.
Too late now, he cut the rope.
Life Drips Away.Dripping from her bottle, milk feeds her body.Life Drips Away. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Dripping onto the pavement, soap from the bubbles she blows.
Dripping into the bath, water cleanses her.
Dripping behind the window, rain pours outside.
Dripping from the glass, polish glosses over her nails.
Dripping down her mouth, medicine is forced down her throat.
Dripping from her eyes, proud tears of her graduation.
Dripping out of her cup, he first wine.
Dripping from the sink, water for the dishes.
Dripping in hard hand her hand, rose petals from her husband.
Dripping off her wedding cake, icing hits the floor.
Dripping quickly, tears of her newborn baby.
Dripping from his bottle, milk feeds his body.
Dripping onto the pavement, soap fro the bubbles he blows.
Dripping into the bath, water cleanses him.
Dripping down his mouth, medicine is forced down his throat.
Dripping on the floor, her blood falls as he watches.
Dripping in her casket her hair rest.
Dripping in the wind all hope is lost.
Dripping from his eyes, her son cries.
The WheelRolling Along,The Wheel in Free Verse More Like This
Across cracks in the tile.
It never leaves the grounds,
Likes to play it safe.
But does as much as it can,
For anything who needs it.
Puts all the weight on,
And continues to roll.
As if it weren't heavy at all.
Spends its who life,
Getting others where they need to be.
It never found a place for itself.
And never does.
Not until it get weary.
Not until it begins to squeak,
Does it find a home.
At which time, it is replaced.
And it finds it's home,
Is in the trash.
No Name.NO NAMENo Name. in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
i would wished as i saw you walk by in the hall,
when you'd would just smile to me,
that i could grasp, with my claws, your tiny neck.
then i could give you wings to die,
by stabbing you were you could never heal,
or pump lushes life threw your veins again.
i could hear you shriek one last cry of horror.
i would feel your gently seeping blood threw my cold dead fingers.
as i pushed the knife farther and father in,
your eyes would get wider and wider making you cry louder and louder,
until you pierce my skin with you slowly weakening finger nails.
by this time you would have warm blood slithering out your mouth,
and dripping down your chin,
and onto my hand that would hold the knife tight to your once lush beating heart.
you would take one final gasp for air,
hacking and churning up what is left of the peaces of your ice cold soul,
so that it matched mine.
i would then,
tear the guilty spear from your lifeless flesh,
and slit my own.
the love of my ashy heart still
Monster.MONSTERMonster. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
my eyes stretch as dawn breaks
with my head its shadow would rise.
it wouldn't be long until my mistakes
cause its praise and my demise.
all throughout the hours of my day
it would creep after my every thought.
and for twelve months or more i'd pay
in blood and then sit only to rot.
it likes to torment me with dark glares
just before i begin to dream.
and even in my eery nightmares
its presence would make me scream.
morning, noon, and nights of sorrow
it never leaves or releases me.
yesterday, today, and tomorrow
it its always been and always will be.
i'm fed up with it, i want to be done
with the presence of that sick haunter.
however our physical bodies are one
so i am to forever burden this monster.
Hate to DeathHATE TO DEATHHate to Death in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Please hate me,
for I am unworthy.
My tainted tears
can't end my fears.
My blood was spent
as my punishment.
So then I ask,
"What is my task?"
And now i find
my blemished mind.
Slowly being torn,
never to be born.
Just an accident,
I was not meant.
If I all do
will only hurt you,
then let my neck sever;
ending me forever.
Please hate me,
until i am no more.
memoir part 1The Big Onememoir part 1 in Emotional More Like This
Tension finally broke, and with another shirt drenching splash, I ripped my hands from the water as fast as I could. "Darn it!" I blurted as I narrowly gleamed at the miserable creature. "This must be my fiftieth tadpole!" I complained while examining him an inch away from my face. His thin lips gasped for air. When will I get a dang frog?! I thought while descending him back into the pond from whence he came. "(My name here)!" my Nana called, "Its time to come inside for a bit. You've been circling around that pond for hours!" She reminded me. My glanced stayed at the ground. "No, not yet!" I yelled back barely lifting my head. Its murky waters captivated me and sparked so much curiosity. Nana just shook her head and went back into the house, so I returned my attention to the pond. There must have been a hundred massive tadpoles all fighting for the shallow edge. I sunk my feet further into the mud, and continued to creep around for anything that moved. The long
frecklesI gently scrape my nails a crossed your fair skin,freckles in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
As you tenderly pase your lips on my neck.
If I could control the world, your hand lost in mine,
My eyes locked with yours,
A light Safire blue.
I cant' help but count your faint freckles,
And every last one, mine.
The comfort you your strands of hair must find,
Sleeping over your speckled shoulder.
And Within the confines of my mind,
A goddess haunts every thought.
If only I could caress your powder face in my palm,
Tell you of my sick infatuation.
The desire I hold ,
To hold you.
Red that frames your face a compliment to other features.
With the blessing of your glowing grin.
I count the days until our paths meet.
Snippy - Poem of DoomSnippy - Poem of Doom in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
echolaliayou were the taste of something sweetecholalia in Free Verse More Like This
with the foreshadowed promise
of the bitterness that would soon
wash me to sea again.
the nights we spent
of clouds and of cloth-
frighten me as much
as they please me
the roiling ocean,
lapping at our heels
as we became lovers
under the sky;
the curses and hisses
of an extraterrestrial fire
as you whispered to me
to pay no attention
to the teenagers drunken
on the sand;
to feel your skin
along mine in lines
and your lips,
the entire inability
to dismiss the songs that
our hearts once sang
as fragmented fantasies
strikes chords of longing
and echolalia in me
as i utter the moans of
the single wolf
aching on the cliffs.
no amount of midnight,
nor any number of stars,
can take me out of the headlights
i walked toward the cars.
i do not know
how to live with you
as much as i do not know
how to live without you;
i am dead,
buried in the earth,
because knowing you
has rendered me
his mother in readingit might've been the weighthis mother in reading in Free Verse More Like This
she gained in her
hips and stomach
her only child,
or the heft of responsibility
brought on by jobs and bills
and eviction notices,
but she wasn't beautiful
some key element
left her skin empty
and let it sag
and slump like her shoulders.
she looked like wet laundry
hung like papier mache
streamers dragged down
by a cold summer rain.
it choked the life out of her
i can see it in her eyes
in her face
she just sits in front of the television
she doesn't feel love anymore-
telling a story that has no end,
breaking her heart just to feel again-
there is a big nothing
where love should be.
nonfiction love songi am eaten by the sunnonfiction love song in Free Verse More Like This
holes worn in my clothes
from the radiation,
burning a hole
in my stomach
as harsh as the acid
ebbing and flowing,
around the isles
of my teeth.
like an old sweater,
i am unravelling by my threads;
into the butterflies
they could have been,
the very same
as you and me.
now that i have put you
inside of this jar,
chrysalis sticking fragile
to the copper lid,
you have become
someone i could love.
i hold you like a lamb,
tight to my chest
so that my air
is your air,
and our breaths hit
the same measures.
we are synchronising
the beats of our hearts
to the metronome
of swaying emotion.
when you arrive,
and when you leave,
remember me still.
and will continue to
as long as i live
but who can call
great peace and beautyi stretch with the branchesgreat peace and beauty in Free Verse More Like This
overhead, so that i might
grow, so that i might
blossom into something
more beautiful, something
more worthwhile, something
infinitely more than myself.
there is a lot of ugliness
involved in love, and we
shield our eyes to it like
it's the blinding sun,
that blinding truth.
please listen when i say
that the air is too thin
to fill us. please listen
when i say that i can now
understand "too thin." i
want you to hear me tell
you i want to get better,
and i want you to stay
around. i am so afraid
that my body won't, but
even more when i realise
your fingers have become
memories like sound, just
a white sheet of noise and
i realise now that my body,
that i, am so fragile as you
sink me down to the binding
of the pages, the book of
you and me.
what i need is for
you to hear me
when i say that,
just as our love,
i no longer need to
be as weightless
as the folding
stars, or thinner
than the galaxies.
i've long promised my
bones to emptiness,
to breathe lik
the quiet things that no one ever knowsi hope you know i'm nothing.the quiet things that no one ever knows in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the mat that clung to my backmy story was thatthe mat that clung to my back in Free Verse More Like This
love knew me,
& i knew love;
that we embraced,
our limbs interwoven
like the fabric
of the universe.
it has been two weeks,
& i have two freckles
like tooth marks
right where you left
that last time
i saw you,
the last time
i thought maybe
you could love me
as i am.
the sadness of how
mistaken i was
fills me up now
& blossoms like a flower,
hot tea like twigs & branches
within my bones.
my story has changed thus:
more than the number of wishes
made on the stars tonight,
that one day,
you can be in a relationship
instead of my sickness;
that one day,
i will not strain your bones
with the stress of my
world on top of yours.
i hope that you miss me
a little how i miss you;
but above all,
like the heavens & celestial bodies
of the midnight above us,
i hope that you find
happiness in your heart,
even if it is not
the thing is i wish i were kidding but man,the sky fell when you left.the thing is i wish i were kidding but man, in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
first datei wanted to hold your hand, but i sat on mine instead.first date in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the day the sun never rosewhat do you dothe day the sun never rose in Free Verse More Like This
when your eyes are already
imprinted on your eyelids
are scenes and thoughts
and typographical imagery
that are thick
to drive you to madness?
i keep your secrets
and even though
my heart still breaks,
my ongoing refusal
to think of you poorly
at this hour,
you still have me
kept in the dark,
with a longing in the cellar of my stomach;
it never does leave,
i wait with
and rose flavoured tea
clutched like a crux
in my hand
for the intimation
you can love me
i miss the complete envelopment
of my body in yours,
the cross of your arms
belted over my ribs.
you made me feel fragile
but so safe that i
could not break.
the dawn shattered overhead
and i uttered soft cries
in my sleep
the morning you felt wings
emerge from your angel bones
and take you
away from me.
the sun never rose
that day, but the beauty
of the inked night's sky
was missing (you) as well.
i had never hated
what i cannot understandwhy is itwhat i cannot understand in Free Verse More Like This
that you would walk
to the ends of earth
to make your lover happy,
to hear him whisper your name
in the shroud of the dark,
to put a smile on his face,
why is it
to want to make your lover shake,
to press your hands against his chest
as he separates you both
and unites your bodies
in black and white,
why is this filth,
why is it
to show that you are in love?
my heart beats in dialtones -chello?my heart beats in dialtones -c in General Fiction More Like This
maybe there are too many things ive been waiting to say.
you don't have to call me back, but i wanted to tell you that i love you. i love you and that messy printing you always use to write the inaccurate equations that lead to my heart. i love you and the beautiful mess you are that smiles when i pick up trash in my pretty pink dress that i say makes me look fat but you tell me that i never could because i am as thin as the ice that covers me when you aren't around. i love you even though you never answer your phone; even though i've been calling you for years and you never left me any messages.
i would say that i'm ugly but we look so alike.
im thinking maybe youre easier to talk to when youre not really you. so lately that means im questioning your answering machine again and addressing you in faceless nouns since i cant begin to say the things ive been meaning to te
I hope it's worth it when I'm gone.I can't even pretend things are simple anymore.I hope it's worth it when I'm gone. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's raining again, and with every crash of thunder, I miss you more than I can bear. I know it's not worth saying, because really nothing much is anymore, but it doesn't make it any less true.
It's eleven ten on a Friday night, and I'm sitting in the middle of the grass, watching the downpour spill off the roof. My t-shirt is clinging to my ribcage, and my hair is sticking to my face. I can feel the water running down the ridges of my spine, the backs of my hands, clumping in my eyelashes, but still, I don't move. Sometimes, when I can't stand what the world is doing anymore, I allow myself a thunderstorm to wash everything away.
It's the meteorological equivalent to a clean break. Faster to heal -- or at least, that's what they say.
The lightning is tearing across the sky, cutting through the darkness like a crack in the atmospheric layers. I'm staring at this like I half expect all the air to disappear around me while the world disinte
confessions of lostwithoutyou.i'm not a liar. but i never told you that you always looked best in black. i liked how your skin would fade to a paler shade of perfection and your perfect teeth would glint a little brighter. and i could pretend for an evening that you were my black and white dream come true. and with you there would be no shades of inbetweens and no grays for us to get lost in. i never told you but it's true.confessions of lostwithoutyou. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i was never able to tell you, but i hate the way you cook your 'specialty' eggs. you always laughed over your shoulder and told me that they are the best food ill ever eat, that i was blessed to get the chance to taste them melting on my tongue. but frankly, you used too much pepper and the wrong cheese and i always spit them in my napkin when you turned away. i always told you that they were my favorite food, but i dont even actually like eggs.
i could never say this, but i can't stand the way you click your tongue against your perfect teeth when you're nerv
it's only as bad as you say.my heart beat still skips like stones. and i can almost see the breaks in the surface from where all these misconstrued feelings ripple out and dissipate. like drops of water on my window pane, bleeding together and streaming away. like dust in our airways, inhaled, exhaled and slowing settling until my whole world is covered with a thick layer of grime and i'm left wondering if this is what love is supposed to feel like.it's only as bad as you say. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it is, right?
because otherwise, i'm shy of the mark and even shyer of finding something new to waste my time on since these lipsthey don't move as much as they should because i tend to let my heart do all the talking so that every mistake i make reverberates and quakes and these four walls i've built around me tumble down until there's nothing but debris. i'm left to clean up the mess. refortifying my bad decisions with better intentions that are still not quite as high as they used to be.
but maybe a lower wall will let the right things in.
the chances though
you're a series of unconnected thoughtssometimes i wonderyou're a series of unconnected thoughts in Free Verse More Like This
if it's really true--
if history really does just
and now we're stuck in its loop where
you're holding everything back
and i'm holding everything in.
and there's nothing to do,
but hope for the best
or at least something better.
but for now, i just wonder
if there's anyone else
who misses quite as much
as i do.
it's never enough to remember,
but it's always too much
we're never what we think.at least twice a day, i find myself wishing i was less.we're never what we think. in Free Verse More Like This
less of a worrier.
less of a lover.
less of a mess.
all of this would be so much better, if the disconnect between
what i want and what i have would close because then things
would be simple for the first time in years. and i could inhale
without wondering what kind of consequences it will have five
minutes from now. you can only imagine what really goes
through my mind in the time it'll take you to breathe in and
out. now hold it. like i've been holding this thought for months
the girl i was is quickly vanishing.
i've been holding it like a secret on the tip of my tongue afraid of
what the outcome will mean for me but saying it out loud doesn't
dilute the impact it's having on my insides or the way i've been
closing my eyes and trying to pretend it's not true for the better
half of a year because if there is ever one thing that you don't
want to lose it's yourself. but still, i woke up this morning
gravitational collapseI remember being seven years old, sitting at our scratched kitchen table and being able to see the moon through the reflective glass of the window over the sink. And I remember being terrified, because here I was sitting in same place and already the whole world had shifted and moved and rotated and spun and tilted and hurled through space at a rate so quick I could never comprehend it. To me, this was the sort of mystery you didn't try to solve.gravitational collapse in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I remember being curled up against the solid frame of your body with your right hand claimed in between both of mine. Our pale skin blending together as I traced constellations on your palms. You later told me that you thought it was because I loved the stars more than anything closer to home. But I tried to explain that an ever expanding universe scared me because I couldn't figure out where exactly it was spilling into, and how it most certainly seemed to be making a whole lot of something out of nothing, so instead I started making my own s
I collect bad decisions.I don't miss it anymore.I collect bad decisions. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
These last few weeks we've learned more about ourselves than we ever hoped to know. We've met the monsters that live under our skin and make our old lives seem distant like memories. Like someone we used to know once upon a time and half forgot. An uncomfortable reminder that the people we've become aren't necessarily the best people we could be.
But, darling, we get by.
You used to always tell me that talk was cheap. Or worthless, even. You told me just because I was still speaking to you didn't mean I was saying a damn thing worth hearing. I mean after all, if you can't say it in a 160 characters, it's not worth saying, baby. I thought you were something special. I was wrong.
You were just like someone I used to know. A long, long time ago.
I grew up with all of your bad intentions. I grew up wondering who I would be if I never met you. Because for certain, knowing you has changed me more than I'd like to admit. More than I would have ever wanted. I'm not the
LunaLunaLuna in Free Verse More Like This
The reason no one loves you
Is because you're so cold
But they don't know
Nothing about your love
But no, don't tell them
Keep your secret with you
No one has to know
Don't care if it's not true
Who makes you shine so bright?
Who gives you best of this life?
Who loves you just because you are?
And takes you away so far
Keep answers unknown
No one has to know
Nothing about your love
I call you Luna
Cause that's what you are
For real you're not
You something more
Than just simple cosmic star
You're the one who I love
And no one has to know
Luna, I'm gonna whisper
And maybe one day I'll confess
But now something is missing
Probably those things I never had
Dream till realityI had a dream last night about my deathDream till reality in Free Verse More Like This
I died and return to see how it will be
To see my life from start to the end
It was weird I saw myself
I saw everything, each detail I didn't see before
Those people I used to ignore
So many things I didn't realized
Like I was living in the dark
And only now I've come back to real life
Saw myself from another side
Like it wasn't me at all
Without shades and without lies
I came closer and suddenly opened my eyes
Shocked and scared but I was alive
I had a dream of life without disguise
Hope"Hope"Hope in Free Verse More Like This
I am waiting for the end just to see your face,
I'm just standing on the world to get out of space
You're the only one and your love is all I need
But you're not mine, you're just a dream
A silly dream for me
As can see you I'm going down, fall on my knees
Watching you go and melting my tears
You're passing me by saying hello
I see your eyes and can't take it no more
Please talk to me, give me some hope
I need your love I need you
I can't live anymore
Writing stupid lyrics about you..
Pointless life, without love, without true,
My eyes full of tears when I'm looking at you
You're so beautiful, you drive me insane
There is no words what I can say
I hate the love, I hate myself
Can't wait to say but I can't say
I'll give you part of me I swear
Just leave me the hope to the end of the day
ConfusedI had a beautiful dayConfused in Free Verse More Like This
But then I saw her
And I felt my pain
Felt like I'm falling on the floor
I've seen her eyes
Sad, beautiful eyes
Just those eyes
Looking somewhere behind
But not on me
They don't see
Cold face without any expressions
Body wrapped in dark clothes
Moving fast without any intensions
Though I feel like it's getting slow
Why do I get so emotional?
Why I want to scream?
She's moving away and I'm standing still
I want to stop her
She needs to be happy
I opened my eyes
I turned back to see her walking down the street
Did I just see how my happiness walks by me?
What did I see?
It was a dream
That's what I've seen
Dream in the reality
No way out from this confusion
No way in to this illusion
It's just me seeing you so close
And even more
I'm confused and lost
IdiotIdiotIdiot in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I've lost myself because of you
I've killed myself because of you
I've done bad thing because of you
And now you're gone and it's all because of you
You don't have any soul
You don't have any heart
Inside of you is a complete dark
I could lost myself looking in to your eyes
You could do anything to me,
I didn't see your empty and stupid lies
I've lost my friends I knew I did
It was the hardest thing to do
But I guess I realize we need to split
Idiot that's my second name
I believed to you and you used me
You put me in your fucking game
How much I suffered but I never leave
You hurt me like you always did
You never cared how much I feel
You don't remember my tears
I guess I'm able to stop this shit
Cause you don't remember anything
I let you hurt me and I took that pain
And I know I was an idiot
But I never will go through this again
Feel itI love the way you look, the way you move, the way you smile, just can't get enough, and can't get you out of my mindFeel it in Free Verse More Like This
Feel it and take it away, magic of your embrace, music still plays
I'm lost, lost and I can't find the way, can't find the way to you, from side of me, I believe, I feel
It's killing me, I'm dying, I'm crying but there is no tears, I left my fears it's only you and me .
Darkness, loneliness, emptiness, feel me, feel me give me love
Give me hope, I love you and I fall out of space, looking on the skies, watching clouds
I need the last opportunity to say, to pray, and go, to stay away
Nobody knows ... And never willNobody knows, nobody knowsNobody knows ... And never will in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody seem to care, nobody seem to care to know how much I love
My love is silent cause silence seem to be my love,
Nobody knows, nobody cares
And its fine I guess
My ghost my silent love
My unpredictable story goes on
Who's in love they must know
How it feels in your heart, how it feels in your soul
But what if I told you that I want you
What if I told you that I need you?
Nobody knows and never will
No matter what happens I'm standing still
For you my ghost I keep believe
Cause nobody knows how I feel
Nobody seem to care about me
The only one person I want to care is you my ghost
The one and only person who I love the most
So let this be a secret let nobody know
Who I claimed to be my life my only one love
Only sun, Only lightOnly sun only lightOnly sun, Only light in Free Verse More Like This
Only day to the night
Way too much
Way too long
Spent all life
Way too far
Only sun only light
Only day moves to the night
Only one for only her
And all over again
Do not belong
Only sun only light
Summer to autumn
Wishing to die
Story speaks for itself
Lost endless quest
Time will never pretend
Only light goes back to the end
Lost in your loveI won't let you see me cryingLost in your love in Free Verse More Like This
I won't let you see me dying
Nothing changed we are still the same
You know nothing except my name
The river is flowing and rain is falling
The sun is setting and I'm still drowning
But I won't let you see me crying
I won't let you see me smiling
Times are changing life is going
Rain is falling and I'm still drowning
No one's here, no one but me
I've cried all night so you wouldn't see
I died tonight and return as a ghost
To let you see what you have lost
You never saw me crying
You never saw me dying
You never saw me even smiling
You didn't see me at all
How I let myself fall in love
Last DanceShall we dance tonight?Last Dance in Free Verse More Like This
Shall we dance for one last time?
Can I ask you to stay with me for this song?
Let's dance this night away
I would love to dance all night long
Let's put all those feelings back in our hands
Back in some place where our love still stands
Don't kiss my tears, let them run from my face
Just keep on dancing
Dancing to the star trace
The rhythm will lead us back in time
When I was yours and you were mine
Slowly moving, slowly kissing
I can be like this forever
My heart like an old clock, still ticking
But something keeps breaking
Baby I wanna hold you in my arms
I want to see us flying back to stars
Rushing slowly we're dancing in nowhere place
Last sound of music finally had reached me
I am so empty when I'm looking on your teary face
Wish I never had chance to see how you feel
It kills me seeing like it's killing you
We finished dancing underneath the moon
So I shall say thank you
For dance, for love, for life that I can't forget
For those mistakes I do regret
Memoir III1.Memoir III in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
on the way to school:
lined like Jupiter.
waking and dreaming.
Cloud gazing in
the rain—tears of the
in a darkened sky.
MuselingRed wine ramblesMuseling in Free Verse More Like This
curdle the air, but still
you dream; half-moon
body curled in the
lamp light. I am leaving,
I am leaving, choking on
some holy word—
the floorboards creak,
a sonata for my
whilst you, hair tangled upon
the pillow, are spun gold.
Not TodaySkin-and-Not Today in Free Verse More Like This
bone shadow of
the saviour moon—
"What do we say,"
wolf girl, ghost of
tomorrows never been,
"to the god of death?"
MizpahThe crying windMizpah in Free Verse More Like This
and blurred at
ElsewhereNights like these I stay awake watching glass shardsElsewhere in Free Verse More Like This
shine in heaven-light, and my mother says that I should go, Elsewhere.
Rain doesn't stop for the little losts—underwater at one o'clock;
still the streetlights blaze like midnight suns, and whale song drifts
past parked cars.
Nights like these I am waterlogged, wandering, and I don't find
Atlantis just a sofa downtown where the whale lovesongs are raindrop-borne,
slipping through the window and dripping onto hands. I remind myself I am
only alone, though missing—the weight of my cat on my feet and my
sister's soft sleeping.
Of BlissKissing daffodils sway,Of Bliss in Free Verse More Like This
serenaded by the waver of
faces blushing bright
as the sunlight
SimbelmyneThere is silence here, uponSimbelmyne in Free Verse More Like This
stale skull tombs
these everminds are stilling...
(And yet their tragedies
shall endure in the pallor of the
flowers in your hands.)
Lion HeartIt is building up deep within her fragile body like a heaving monsoon forming over the dry, cracked, heavy heat of an African savannah; an unforgiving and all-consuming storm desperately willing to drown out its less than fleeting welcome. Flickering with ceaseless coils of skin-searing energy like a grey-faced fugitive's adrenaline stricken heartbeat, it is not a bringer of life, but a threat to itand even the most reckless are hardwired to take flight in the face of such a colossal and uncompromising foe.Lion Heart in Short Stories More Like This
Beyond these white-washed walls, the world would have her believe that she is brave, a lioness, an exception confronted by the inevitable; but outrunning the storm is no longer an option, and she has never felt more betrayed. Slowly, it is emanating from her heart and through the pulmonary arterythere, free to roll and crash, it engulfs her lungs in a terrible thunder that rattles the brittle bones holding her together. The ominous feeling that has settled into
1,001 NightsIn a land of1,001 Nights in Free Verse More Like This
dreams and dust:
the curve of
a half-hazed sun,
SundropoSundrop in Concrete Poetry More Like This
rise and rage
with a new year
untamed and glorious,
pulling the years together
with a snap of your fingers.
but some days you are languid,
stretching like the summer dusting
of freckles along your forearms, the
slumberous strands of hair shuttering
your sky-eyes from the morning light.
on these days, I think the earth spins
slower and the birds sing a little
quieter. on these days, I look
at you and I think:
maresometimes i feel likemare in Free Verse More Like This
i want to fly
but i know when i die
i'll wake up
tomorrowbreathing.tomorrow in Free Verse More Like This
binding ropes, pointed sheets
and careful skies- i have all the oceans,
new days, richest nights and brightest
when i have the feeling
of the roughest rocks
under the soles of my feet-
the wood and splinters in my toes,
the cold metal to my arms,
the most frozen of fingers
pressed to my back.
arms are poison when they're numb;
ever is different when you can feel.
leaning, i have the air against my skin,
the deepest of skies breathing down my neck,
the poison of cradling eyes.
maybe being human is knowing how to feel alive;
maybe being human is knowing when to be alive.
black and white, knight eyes, shivers
seeking home in my skin-
breathing, i have everything-
even with the trains crashing
in my chest, black seeking
the corners of my eyes
and a slow, dancing conscious,
like magic, we don't only have tomorrow -
we seek tomorrow.
not even einstein was a bitch for science.when i close my eyesnot even einstein was a bitch for science. in Free Verse More Like This
there's this thing i feel in the pit of my chest
that sits on the top of my lungs, pulling
with each coming second
a tic that reaches to the marrows of my bones
and each cell on the tip of my tongue
and the nerves in the lowest vertebrae
and the crook of my muscles - -
but set close
** BODIES CLOSE
there's something in my heart that wants you
with the force of colliding trains -
the talk when our bodies move still
the pulling of lashes on skin
the click of knuckles over fabrics
the folding of lips on lips
we will dance in the traffics of our beds
more alive than any other stupid children.
** BUT DON'T MOVE.
don't fucking move.
soon the air will die around us slow
with the static of breath, and
we will forget how to speak.
in blueblinking eyes,in blue in Free Verse More Like This
why can't i have all the smiles
of dustened piano keys
breathing roses and parting lips,
the closing me with the folds
of the blues in concave,
rocking eyes and cradled
you are the burning touch,
the burn to the touch
when you're under my skin
i don't know what beautiful
means anymore, what beautiful
because art won't take me back, i say
it drowns me under covers and sheets
and burns my fingertips with all of
the magazine covers, pillows and mourning
and leaves your coffee-stained skin
i'd rather die than live not knowingeven in the early morning,i'd rather die than live not knowing in Free Verse More Like This
his eyes are the shape of dusk-
the type of thing that is
half asleep, yet so awake
in the perfection of blues
oranges and whites.
i tell him they're pretty things,
the thing i'd love to wake up to
everyday, but he sighs, and tells me
they're not the type of thing
i ask why, and his lips tweak
in this sort of paled, half-mooned
shape, letting out a deep, tired sigh.
i feel them with my fingertips, i watch
the confection of his eyes moving
back and forth to the shape of my face-
the sort of dance that is done in the midst
of thinking- the kind of thoughts that are
the most worth knowing.
i rather the stars, he says.
you can see them every night.
even if i were blind, i'd know
if i were to look up, they'd be
but they die, i say.
and he says, i rather die than live
everything on my tonguethere are ghosts on my lips-everything on my tongue in Free Verse More Like This
sweet smelling, they are
like sugar. a vulgar, sweet
not really kisses, i know,
but bitter as kisses, i think,
coffee and eyes on eyes
trailing like cities,
caffeine on the folding sheets
rapping to our corneas,
dilating. craving to skin.
but sweet they are
like drifting fingers
on sailing nails.
but this lying- it brings
bitter salts under my tongue
and the inner folds of my lips
when i speak.
it puts the saltiest of oceans
i know, i say. i know.
her, she says, no. no.
they are only ghosts.
'queer' for the skinfinger-tipped cigarettes,'queer' for the skin in Free Verse More Like This
please don't touch me.
i am only the girl next door
with coal eyes and pale lips-
the blankest of blankest lips.
i am only i am, i am only me,
i am only the sickest me without being
too much of me, the sickest me
of you and me,
i am not a god-complex with legs.
i am not the her with lying, buckled knees,
with all those smiles cutting into her skin,
i am not her- the her
with closets poison on her lips.
she is just a skin-cratered dream.
break me purpleyou are the drunken wavesbreak me purple in Free Verse More Like This
to the earthen ocean
under my soles,
the sick backbone-ache
for the weak
and the unshed shell
for safe eyes, shattered dams
as i weep
untitledi have something in my pocketuntitled in Free Verse More Like This
that is dangerous
but one could never want-
it gives me little cramps
in my chest, drawls at the dries
in my eyes, cradles on my vertebrae,
bites down on my knees and grinds.
it leaves me sickened
slain, they say
by all their wicked tongues,
drunk. drunk on the hardest
of stone foot-steps,
drunk, on the coldest, fleshed
and boned carpets.
raw, i am,
from eyes and rubbed fingertips.
but i can't i am
without having an i am.
humans can't be numb, they say,
humans can't be raw, they say,
they have to feel what they feel,
they have to be what they be,
but i can't
not with what's in my pockets.
not with knotted lips, swollen thighs
and queer eyes.