The Blind Man DancingThe Blind Man Dancing
May smooth curves of your lips be the pillow
On that my soul can rest in peace
Warmed by your breath, the only thing to lean on
When our human days run out of sun
In streets of town now emptied by cold drizzle
I saw there dancing a blind man
Who compared creator to narrator
And turned my longings into snowflakes
Sitting themselves down on shoulders of us both
Now closer to each other than ever, forever apart
Like dreams those came true long ago
Still haunting what is left of us after they left
Maybe he's right that love is born of decay
For sometimes it is nothing more
And still we keep it in our inner pockets
As "nothing more" is more than nothing; well, is it?
He said that he was frightened of my beauty
And he's the only one whose words are true
For what his orbs didn't see they cannot forget
He smiled and vanished in the wind which now I am dancing in
Half-Past a Different Kind of BrokenTrauma looks like my kitchen clock.Half-Past a Different Kind of Broken in Free Verse More Like This
they are dead
and the second hand stutters,
I imagine every inconsequential twitch
is a plea for the freedom
it will never see again.
When its futile heart finally gives out,
I won't try to fix the timepiece
because after all its wasted sufferings,
allowing again such a disjointed tic
would be a deeper level of cruelty.
The First Thunder of JuneI could tell from the wayThe First Thunder of June in Free Verse More Like This
the truck barreled down the road,
how its motor revved and caught on the air,
that a storm was coming.
The dog shook,
his twelve-year hips aching with the effort
of tucking his tail between his legs
in the hope that such displays of submission
would appease the weather.
They did not.
The sky turned feral and spat on the house.
While my old-hound panted
with his panic-wide eyes,
mine filled with awe and lightning.
HangnailCatch on the fabric of my memory;Hangnail in Free Verse More Like This
you perturb me.
Would that I could,
I would chew you off and spit you out,
but you twinge,
and evade me.
The SubconsciousYou engineered me to conductThe Subconscious in Free Verse More Like This
the darker music in your head.
We can waltz to it if you have the heart;
we can dance right through all your haunted thoughts.
Don't you know that I was first
through the crack in Pandora's box?
a cloud-burst over your golden fields,
the colors behind your grayscale eyes.
You could call me the martyr for your creative faith,
but to earn that title I'd need to die
I have no intention
of ever losing my breath
or giving up the drumbeat
that you put in my breast
The Things I PonderPerhaps I was reading too much,The Things I Ponder in Free Verse More Like This
sucked into "The Corner of Bitter and Sweet"
where the older man with the grief-lined face
places flowers on the tombstone of his wife
and talks with her into the overcast sky.
While I listen to more songs about breaking down,
I wonder if I'll ever find someone of my own
willing to put lilies on my headstone
and tell me what's happening on the ground
though I have no breath to reply.
For the Man Who One Day Holds My HeartI want to be your Summer girl,For the Man Who One Day Holds My Heart in Free Verse More Like This
and August thunder.
I want to be the Autumn hearted,
colorful and always falling,
And I could be your Winter bride,
clean and innocent,
blushing on the snow,
while my spirit smelled of Spring,
smiling with the lilacs,
every kiss a crocus.
We'd be more than seasonal lovers,
but steadfast as the years and
ever-dancing with the Earth.
Love is a BattlefieldI wonder if this is how a landmine feelsLove is a Battlefield in Free Verse More Like This
Is there that same metallic exhilaration?
Does the shrapnel twist into a grin,
false as the leaden skin that coats
its ticking spine?
Oh, but if only it had a backbone.
There's a countdown in your eyes
but we stare past each other
like shells in the dust.
I go off.
All my mind is a fireball,
and I see nothing but hollow wreckage.
I name it "past"
and move on,
our questions turned to casualties
in the twisting smoke.
Clockwork LossYou stopped breathingClockwork Loss in Free Verse More Like This
when the hour hand froze
and your blood quit running
when the minute hand stopped
and the death-rattle grind
of the second-hand's death
kept time with your empty eyes.
I've twice dissembled your broken watch,
bought new gears and a different face,
and even though your ash is in the earth,
I swear when it ticks
I will hear your voice again.
Ninety-nineIt probably feels like a broken sigh,Ninety-nine in Free Verse More Like This
witnessing a century of repetition and change,
becoming a testament to human tenacity,
and watching too many wars on television.
The nursing home is too sterile for you,
but as your children near sixty,
with problems of their own,
you have no place in their houses.
While everybody visits,
they never stay for long enough.
you are lonely.
Your daydreams are like old jazz records--
sometimes you confuse them with memory.
Were you really such a beauty on your suburb streets?
Did you really love that boy so completely?
Perhaps you have forgotten.
The RunawayMy muse left a noteThe Runaway in Free Verse More Like This
in the frost on my window,
"Call me when your ink runs out."
I imagined her vaulting from the sill
into the freshly falling snow
cocking her hat just so
as she stepped into the East
before it iced over.
She leaves no prints for me to follow,
no re-imagined trail for me to trod,
and I could spend years
tumbling after her shadow,
only to find her
Parry"I could fall in love with you, someday"Parry in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
once seemed sweet in it's strange way,
but you belong to another,
and I know that you love her.
I cannot trust you ever again
since cavalierly saying what you did then.
So, I have sewn you all up in a rhyme
to ensure you won't consume me next time.
Vintage StarsVintage '85 stars in a bottle;Vintage Stars in Free Verse More Like This
it was a very good year.
They have been sitting on a shelf
waiting for a special occasion to shine.
Now they are chilling in the fridge,
with two glasses on the counter top
awaiting their fulfillment.
They are not crystal,
but they are clean and unbroken.
DenialI keep myself in the dark,because as long as I'm blindDenial in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can't see my heart break.
And for all you or I know
I'm just fine.
Samson, My Name is FateMy name is Fate,Samson, My Name is Fate in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and you have called it again and again,
every night that you lingered to sample my skin.
Every word that you sent is a word I hold dear,
signed and sealed with a kiss, each one a red letter,
lovingly written, faithfully delivered.
My ear is a conch shell holding your words forever like the sea,
endlessly, endlessly echoing them back forever for me,
and I return them to you, the closer you lay your head next to me.
Your voice, your voice, your voice has an echo
A warm breath in my ear,
a cool cry on the wind.
Beg the stars to linger.
Lace the night with my name.
A beautiful confession,
a sin carried on the wind,
when you call my name
and you choose me again.
My name is Fate, and you call it again and again
every night when you linger to sample my skin.
Shall I kill you with kisses?
Say not "Again"
for I fear I have stolen your heart through your skin.
Grab Fortune by her wheel, love,
take her for a spin.
Love Bite, Fire FightWhen your virgin heart's been bittenLove Bite, Fire Fight in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
by a love that makes you burn,
with a voice from deep within
you sing your bliss without concern.
Once burned, twice shy,
afraid that love is just a lie.
You let your bleeding heart drip dry
and give it all another try.
GangsterHe was full of [broken] promise[s]Gangster in Free Verse More Like This
[rain checks and train wrecks]
He had a thick [suit of] skin
made by [others'] scars
from vicious [love and] wa[regret]s
[that he can not remember]
He was [not] a man,
[just a boy] with a bright star
and his impressive, three piece
pinstripe suit [of skin],
with double-breasted pockets
[to hold hearts that don't fit in his glove box]
and hand stitching along the lines of his brand new sleeves.
Broken PuzzlesPuzzle pieces searching for their missing partsBroken Puzzles in Free Verse More Like This
to be completed,
to be whole again,
to see the pictures of who they really are
(something they once knew
but long forgot)
they do not fit together,
and that broken puzzles
cannot complete each other.
HindsightThe world did not end when I left you,Hindsight in Free Verse More Like This
there was only a pause in your timeline
until you captured a better version of me.
I don't know which was the bigger mistake,
letting you go, or letting myself be caught.
Time will only tell, but I don't trust in waiting.
I'm feeling strangled and you're all tangled
in my neurosis, just like the last time.
Nothing's changed, but the room feels smaller.
And there's no windows.
Even our eyes don't let any light out
or let each other see in anymore.
I sit here while you're sleeping,
quietly carving a trapdoor
for one of us to fall through.
I don't care where it goes,
anywhere is better
than Limbo with you.
OdalisqueSee how she doth recline,Odalisque in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
artfully and serpentine,
from the graceful curve of her spine
to her legs that sweetly twine,
fingers curled 'round a glass of wine
as she beckons you to dine.
A Goddess WakesI feel a shift no one can see,A Goddess Wakes in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Empowering my soul to swell,
For a goddess wakes inside of me.
Of such a feeling, I cannot tell,
Riding, gliding on summoned air
Above all reaches of an earthly hell.
Through new eyes, this life is fair,
Like light that shimmers on dark water,
Like the children of fire that dance with air.
I feel each element inside me stir;
Without price, being of priceless worth,
That makes me whole with vision brighter.
I am a daughter of the earth,
Fate is mine for the choosing,
I choose to have a second birth.
I have now the strength I used to envy,
Given tranquil knowledge, new and glowing.
I am a woman limited by nothing,
For a goddess wakes inside of me.
Golden Path!Moonlight paints ocean pathGolden Path! in Free Verse More Like This
Across sea of dreams
Angelic moonbeam, magic sight
Path of pure golden light.
Where does it lead? endless path
Iridescent night-time sea
Destination 'Celestial Plain'
Where beauty abides, never wanes.
*Critical*Frigid*Critical* in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Encased in ice
Permafrost no melting point
*Sentinel*Sentinel by shore*Sentinel* in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Cormorant with attitude
Careful watch on waves.
Cupid!Cupid shot arrowCupid! in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Hope sneaked into hardened heart
Love finds its way home
Paradise Smile!Happy resident in fool's paradiseParadise Smile! in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where smiles pervade and brighten
Should there be toss of dice
Paradise lost, would frighten.
Place where laughter is not heard
Residents lonely, fearful
No kind encouragement, no friendly word
Paradise lost, would frighten.
Fools paradise a mythical place
Yet I question, is this so?
Smile uplifts, makes perfect a face
Paradise prevails with gentle glow.
Salt Spray!Taste of salt on lipsSalt Spray! in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Ocean breezes briskly blow
Spume rises high in air.
The Future!Atomic spiders... 'For sale' planet earth.The Future! in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Dead Cold!Fridged air, iced breath, frozen heartbeat.Dead Cold! in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ocean Lies!Ocean calm so misleadingOcean Lies! in Free Verse More Like This
Belies impending storm.
don.t .let go.what am i becomingdon.t .let go. in Free Verse More Like This
a shell of wants and fading screams?
i am lying here
staring holes into endless spirals
splitting tears into mist
eats away at my pulsing
drowning what strength there is
i am running
to the opposite
but the scenery
is all the same
the courtshipUpon this skin he slipsthe courtship in Free Verse More Like This
Hushed in enchantment
Soothing valleys of lamplight and fire
A touch of rainbow whispers
And a fairy's sigh
Come upon this moonlights kiss
To ravage in gentility
For I am yours
And within this night of eternal spark
We become rain
To arouse a life
Lost within a tribal drumming
Feel me and you will know our song
Misgiven flightI'm not an angel anymoreMisgiven flight in Free Verse More Like This
I am a reject catholic school girl
Lost in forgotten words that are not good enough
To embrace the coat tails of the devil
I sin while drinking water
Devour rivulets of life
Steeping in the lies
Told to children
I am a firefly without a flame
To her, to him, and all the others
I am the wayward puppy that grew out of cuteness
And became a thorn to living
But these scenarios that bare my name are misgiven
I still bleed as a virgin
Begging to be held by the tears of real angels
Reaching for the moonbeams that could help me find a heaven
I am not a demon's protégé
But rather the heartache that sleeps beneath a bruised sky
A fragment of harmony
Nocturnal and famished by the nourishment of the crickets lullaby
I am liquid silence
Echoing forgotten syllables
The flutter of a lash
A misfit numbed by beauty
A forgotten fire that dances to the attentive whispers of fallen angels
blood redForgive meblood red in Free Verse More Like This
For not being perfect
But I have been imbued
Impaled with your innate self-righteous babble
Castigated with your disregard and I am tired
I have sought rest elsewhere for being me
For being in existence
where there is no supplication of mind and glorified words
For being where there are no professions
of fairy tale educations or the sentence of
"You Cannot do as I see fit to do."
There will be no cathedrals to reign upon
It will be only the acceptance of me
at times eclectic
of simplicity or of aberrations
of being real and not the god that you expect
for not accepting your judgment
your unwavering need
I am a rose
bleeding life through my hands
And I will be as I am and smiling
While you sit alone in your world
listening to souls that do not exist
and reigning in a place
where not even the sun will shine for you
until the stars refuse to shinedon't say a worduntil the stars refuse to shine in Free Verse More Like This
but tell me everything
kiss my mind
and it will be yours
then let us love until we bleed
to resurrect ourselves in a kiss
I will be your shadow
and you my stride
then walk with me
until the stars refuse to shine
so that we may burn
to light their exiled way
This story of love...I watch himThis story of love... in Free Verse More Like This
Dancing upon my lash
A care free song in winter’s eye
A fortress in the winds
I know him well
Have seen him
Thru windows no one else has known
And yet there is not one day
In a vanishing sunbeams chance
That I don’t see him anew
He is my soul
Fluid and encompassing
Childlike and fiercely passionate
An unyielding tree
Bending just before breaking
To bring a smile to my eyes
To bring a smile
to my eyes…
show me your dreams...In the veil of the moonshow me your dreams... in Free Verse More Like This
I've worn a thousand faces
Scattered a labyrinth of bottomless dreams
and personalities of old and new
I am fragile, yet bold
Melding into a broken visage
of a "once upon a time miracle"
that becomes senseless
yet aloof when faced with the mundane intentions
of breathing in
These weeds of the past
wrap themselves around open wounds
banishing your aspirations of my angel-hood
leaving me void and aching
Yet, I love you
more than the greatness of my insanity
more than my malevolent intentions
that poison the stardust of your skies
I am not supposed to cry
but my guardian, my love
tell me how I am to atone
for the tarred wings I have left within you?
You are my sacrament in my tattered heaven
A rose shuddering the rain to fall
In our secret places the scent of delicacy still thrives
Please find me
departed as one
Embrace me and do not turn the page
I am here
Temptation within the Bed of CloverI will bathe you in lips of honeyTemptation within the Bed of Clover in Free Verse More Like This
Finger brush your spine into oblivion
Devour you in a lust screaming with aspirations
I am your torrent of quivering buds
That will reach only to you
Filling you with a name laced with soft pleasures
Slip from your soul violent with dizziness
And sing to me of yearning blizzards
That scratch to feed only upon me
Give me a reason to spark your sleepless nights
Into the prelude of careless intimacies
Ravaging, Enrapturing, Igniting
I will be your demon gilded in the wings of an angel
Vaporous and stolen
Spilling over into a world where breathe has no name
Where the fervor of frenzy is the apogee of our precipice
Fall with me
Daring gravity to break what will always be as one
To ignite the heavens with the shards of our passionate arrogance
For this will be our domain
And the worlds wistful dreams and desires
a Sunday afternoon..."Forevera Sunday afternoon... in Free Verse More Like This
is what our dreams were supposed to be
but we drifted apart
like the cut daisy heads that float away
in a slow moving stream
All that remains are the ashes
of your yesterdays
Weeping memories of what could have been
Confusion of what needs to be
Youre not here anymore...
and the prismatic lanterns of darkness
shatter upon my face
like shards of glass
cutting into the depths of my soul
While the monolith
that you left
stands before me
hiding the azure skies
of my freedom
A wedding ring of bondage
that should not belong to my heart anymore
remains just the same
a golden sarcophagus of misery
How do I breathe
when the memory of you
trying not think...
while all these things sing to me
in the silence
of a Sunday afternoon
lost...the words spill from my eyeslost... in Free Verse More Like This
silent and bruising
there is no reason to feel outcast
to be riddled with fear
to keep wondering
if in every moment
in every tick-tock
that a heart may be slipping
just a little bit farther
from its soul
how to breathe
how to smile
how not to die
with each second
that you are there
I Belong to The HurricaneI belong to the hurricane I Belong to The Hurricane in Free Verse More Like This
the screaming, untamed maelstrom that cleaves away puppet strings
and sharpens its teeth on misconceptions.
I belong to the harsh cold winter of an aching truth
one that beats a drum like a heartbeat under the graveyards,
whispering things that our ancestors knew (but we have forgotten).
I belong to the hurricane
yeah, that's the one the same storm that broke my back and scratched at my eyes.
It flayed open my chest and showed me my own diamond bones.
I belong to angels with battle-torn wings and voices raw from howling!
I belong to war
and to the air that sings a dirge for your dying freedoms.
I belong to the stark white walls of an empty room,
in the form of dangerous thoughts breathing in your ear.
I belong to rebellion.
So here, my friend, is to the bullet casings on your floor,
And bandages made of blankets you once slept soundly under,
And heartlines worn deep in the palms of your hands.
As IfYou speak as if you were forgotten.As If in Free Verse More Like This
But in reality, you've just forgotten how to see.
Elsewise you would know that I think you're an idiot,
because that look is on my face again,
and you would know that I think you should pull your head
of your lily-white ass
And see how beautiful this world really is.
Because if you keep existing this way
Then you'll grow roots, and they will pull the life out of you.
And no one wants to see that.
Daughter Of Ancient GodsDaughter Of Ancient GodsDaughter Of Ancient Gods in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am a wishing well
Hiding dream's murkiest depths
Born of winter's pure breath
On drifter's wrinkled face
A mayfly's memory
Of warm June afternoons
Those will not ever come
Or vanished much too soon
I am a pearl in mud
A diamond in the dirt
The storm-clock ticking fast
A song you've never heard
High-priestess from the past
Caring for gods' delight
Vow quietly pronounced
In temple of the night
I am a raven's claw
Spirit you'll hardly tame
A Vestal warrior
Healing wounds with a flame
Silent dove's crying eye
Hurts me more than a sword
Stars, mist and foliage
Build my eternal fort
The Sixth DayThe Sixth DayThe Sixth Day in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What if the sixth day was a huge mistake
Chariot of fire without a brake?
A vision gone wrong, attempt ruined by hand
Of the bad seed, the ungrateful man
The twisted breed hastening their own fate
Born of lust, then only brought up to hate
Shallow caskets given too much free will
Beasts on two legs always ready to kill
Heavens keep looking for righteous souls
But madness is getting out of control
Clock's ticking louder than conscience and fear
The horns are blowing when end's coming near
Night is hungry, graves are burning
The bell tolls for death returning
Its slaves will rise
To blind the eyes
Of filth been living in disguise
Seas are boiling, black ships sailing
Air infected plague retailing
For bribing fate
It's much too late
For hellhounds sins are tasty bait
Both earth and sky have their order sublime
While among people the only law is crime
Brother stabs brother, arms have no chance to rust
Flesh made of mud will soon crumble to dust
Divine miracle of soul bright a
Charcoal NymphCharcoal NymphCharcoal Nymph in Free Verse More Like This
Last night I saw no stars
Only dreams those whipped
The canvas of my bedsheets
Eagerly like sugarcane
They say heavenly lanterns
Upon sinners do not shine
But don't my lips pray fervently
To your lips every night?
There's a thin line between
Damnation and salvation
And it feels strangely tempting
To dance across it blindfolded
Dressed in just faith
In that your heart is true
I'm condemned, bareheaded
And longing for you
A pagan nymph
From ancient wise books
No good for your prophets
An angel for you
With purest charcoal
You've drawn wings on my back
For your passion's painted
With red and black
The White GraveThe White GraveThe White Grave in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Through fields I go and through mountains high
To find the place where my beloved may lie
The best of all men, soldier young and brave
Whom my love lead into his lonesome grave
I don't need to eat and I don't need to rest
Just let me lay my head down on his chest
Just one more kiss on dear heart I betrayed
My blood will stop flowing and debts will be paid
Be damned the day when he left to the war!
He took his knife and his rifle, then walked out the door
Turned to me sweetly "my treasure divine,
Swear to heavens above you'll forever be mine"
I swore, swallowed tears and begged him to stay
But he wouldn't let anything stand in his way
Looking for fortune and looking for fame
Didn't see we were not meant to remain...
Wait for me, my darling, in cold white snow
There is still a long way for me to go
But when I find you, oh my dearest man,
You know that nothing will part us again
Wait for me, my darling, in your grave white
I hope tomorrow I'll sleep by your side
Golden DeathGolden DeathGolden Death in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wizard of brush and paint
Whose skills know no restraint
Whose hands dress canvas white
Into rainbow delight
Blind eyes with shades of gold
Death's glory to unfold
Capture what couldn't stay
Paint me an autumn day
Northern StarsNorthern StarsNorthern Stars in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A son of giants from forgotten myths
Drinks in dear seashore with his eyes
To waves he whispers of a distant land
Where even in tender loving May
There eternal snow blooms instead of roses
If there are some, cold gives them colour
And their perfume they get from bloody wounds
After nights so long when men fight over rule
Of ancient throne graven of ice
In wolves' kingdom, in sad song of crows
In flames of fire that doesn't seem to burn out
Fair hair of women shines like dawn
Their kisses are gilded with sweet mead
While their breasts' shivering warmth reminds you
Of new day's relentless arrival
God reigns that country with hammer, flash and thunder
And warrior's axe is always sharp
Who by sword kills, one day he'll die by sword as well
While subtile ships sail through sea so treacherous
Northern stars guide them towards home
Menthol SmokeMenthol SmokeMenthol Smoke in Free Verse More Like This
Against the common belief
The water-level hasn't consumed
Too many masts
With cruel pleasure
Enjoying the taste of doom
Upon her tongue
In fact most of them just fall
Into the unknown
Like do lost hopes forgotten
Begging for a chance
To sing their swansong
Like shooting stars
Shining the brightest
Right before they die;
Their legacy etched in the sky
The ships sail straight
And most of them return
After they learned about the sea
Deafened by depth
Blinded by width
Ever losing land off their sight
Hidden in the smoke
Rising from the tip
Of your menthol flavoured cigarette
You know it all
But at deepness' call
You devotedly drown
Sugar FreeSugar FreeSugar Free in Free Verse More Like This
Her face shined brighter
Than the snow
The canvas she picked
For drawing angels
Shaped like her
And equally as mute
While frost was playing
Her limbs danced, light
Ploughing through beauty
Cold sterling gems,
Most precious clay
Fine linen cloth
Never to fray
The sweetest icing
To PersevereTo PersevereTo Persevere in Free Verse More Like This
Narrate me about sand, will you?
About rocks time has crumbled
And cities those cried
When wind loved them fervently
Tell me of the eyes
Of a child not yet born
And what its voice will sound like
When it'll be speaking in its sleep
Draw me burning beehives
Of olden giants and how they bleeded honey
Which hardened and thereby preserved
Its nation forevermore
Promise me a bubble
Of four white walls and a roof bright red
With roses in the garden
Just one too firm for the thorns to burst
Fair TradeFair TradeFair Trade in Free Verse More Like This
What if yesterday is all we have?
One day worth ten years
In auction of souls
Time's both merchandise and currency
Sometimes less is more
Though it never seems enough
Still we're keeping score
While our purses are starving
In time of need I love you
Hard and even harder
Of the bills to pay
LoveYour heart and mine entwinedLove in Free Verse More Like This
Like the soft Summer breeze
Sweeping through the grassy meadows in Spain.
Our tentative hands touched,
Your fingertips gracing mine with an
Ever so soft sprinkle of human touch.
My eyes reached up into your inquisitively knowing gaze,
And I forgot what it was like to need, to want, to desire,
Because those verbs indicate a position of lacking,
But I couldn't barely remember what it was like
To be anything but content, fulfilled, and undeniably happy.
Of Masks and MoonlightDesolate, maybe.Of Masks and Moonlight in Free Verse More Like This
But I was a dreamer,
And in the moonlight I could
Your whiskey breath and
Hands, hands harsh, no hesitance,
And cold like a winter's eve void of love.
Because you never laid alone,
But sometimes you would lie with me,
And we could be together in our egg-shell fragile world,
Your bones and my bones touching gently,
Only flesh to sit between as the single barrier
Between your soul and mine.
But even in these moments of silence,
Your hands quivering from regret,
And because unlike me you could never forget--
Through no lack of trying, the proof visible
By the holes in your arm still oozing out your vintage wine red life-force
And the white, like snow in March, powder still clinging to parts of your body
You still can't bear to tear down your walls,
Unable to show even your closest of people
That right now suicide doesn't seem that far-fetched,
Because you'd do anything to make those memories fade into the china white moonlight.
Float OnMy trepidatious past pulls on meFloat On in Free Verse More Like This
Like the distanced Moon sways the Oceans,
Continuously trying to drag me back down
Into the swirling depths of an sea so dark with regret.
I'm done with sacrificing my life
Merely because I can't bear to rip out another beings soul.
I am my own entity,
Of which I need to transfer my outstretched hand to.
It's time to extend my grip to my own self,
Because in this preposterous process of 'saving', 'understanding', 'relating',
I've also been swallowed into the pits of an destructive, empty Hell.
I couldn't withstand the waves and
Instead of flowing like a gentle ripple,
I've crashed into the shore
And been carried out to sea.
Now, being able to 'relate' and 'understand', was it worth?
I've failed 1/3 of the mission,
The 'saving' aspect.
Because I never 'saved' anybody.
I tried to join the Coast Guard, and jumped into the vicious waters,
But I lost those I was supposed to rescue,
And then I lost myself.
Now I desire to immerse myself i
Poetry is my SoulPoetry is emotions transferred into words,Poetry is my Soul in Free Verse More Like This
Which are then placed upon a soft, amiable, fragile,
Material made from hundreds of noble, forgiving, trees all
Compressed into one smooth, compact surface
Called a piece of paper.
Poetry is the tip of a pen,
Or surge of electricity from a keyboard,
That transmutes our very souls into a readable format.
Poetry is the life, living, and lived of
Every moment of every day of every thing
You have had the opportunity to see,
The pleasantry to hear,
The beautiful thankfulness to touch, smell, and taste.
Poetry is the belief that mere words are capable
Of the highest form of communication,
The connecting of souls,
The joining of spirits,
The understanding of minds.
Poetry is my soul.
A Velveteen LoveThe fireflies are lighting up your eyes,A Velveteen Love in Free Verse More Like This
Your midnight navies morphed into melted rays of candlelight.
Overflowing waves of sunflower strands
Softly caress your velvet skin,
And around your wispy ankles,
Peony petals gently torn adrift
Fleetingly float through the capricious skies.
You are my velveteen rabbit,
My love for you grows like lavender lilacs,
The flower for first loves,
Freshly blooming in a Spring meadow
Nestled quietly into a vivacious valley of wonder and serenity.
We can play together,
A game of chance--
Of risky love and hopeless romance.
Hold my hand in your hand,
Pale flesh and tan meeting in a dance of two old souls
Entwined within a world of beauty--both hidden and upfront.
Let's open our eyes to the possibilities
Of a world seen through the yellow-tinted glasses of pure content.
Forget teenage angst, we're older than that,
And in our maturity we can fully realize
That regret has no place in our dream-like reality of a life.
Blurred LinesChamomile in my bones,Blurred Lines in Free Verse More Like This
Vaudeville alight with medieval tones,
Let's hear it for the regret-less blasting with their megaphones.
Play my waring keys with wisteria until change reaches my ear,
For the missionaries have failed, my dear.
Gandhi must be revived to wrestle our fear.
Pretending the grass is shades of blues,
You run from the glaring truths,
Their misty hues blurring in the morning dews.
SeafoamSeafoamSeafoam in Free Verse More Like This
is the hush of the ocean,
the glossy paint on your car,
the gleam in your eyes.
It's the ruffle of parchment in the glove compartment
of your susurrating '57 Thunderbird
as we leave the last rumble of brontide behind
on a salt-crushed highway.
Traces of powdered sugar noses
and mint milkshake lips
were cold reminders
of warm nostalgic days
when summer could melt the tarmac
like my bones under your gaze.
SuffocationI found a vintage denim jacketSuffocation in Free Verse More Like This
in the bottom of my mother's closet,
underneath a black-and-white montage
of shoebox photographs with burned edges.
Like she had been trying to asphyxiate
the memory of my father
but kept coming up for air.
Burning LowBirthday candles dripBurning Low in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
wax on red icing roses
like melting icicles.
MatineeCredits rolling;Matinee in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
an empty movie theater.
Arrived too early.
beaut(if)ulYou exist in thebeaut(if)ul in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
space where beautiful is a
SandcastlesI want to know your hands like I want your hands to know the wrecked coastline of my body, knotted kelp hair and driftwood spine, shell pink skin and sea glass eyes. Your hands are made for building sandcastles from leftovers; I have all the materials you’ll ever need if you’ll just make me beautiful.Sandcastles in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Watchmaker's Lover - RevisionYour clockwork appendagesThe Watchmaker's Lover - Revision in Free Verse More Like This
were cold to the touch.
The industrial complex of your mind
was grating gear against gear
where the unoiled works
kept clacking away; your atrium
was a tick-tocking machine
that counted the hours while the rust settled in.
The mainspring spiraled round
your mechanical heart tensed
so tightly it showed in your face,
in your quivering hands,
your troubled eyes.
The unlubricated escapement never
released, oxidized into place
from ages of neglect.
Your lonely footsteps echoed
under orange gaslamps submitting
to the glare of red lanterns.
Used parts are yours for the taking;
here, a hairspring; there, slender
legs under shredded petticoats.
The joints of your fingers corroded
with arthritis and green rust,
curled around curls
of Caryatids uncalibrated
to your pendulum swing.
Your flinted eyes filed flaws away,
groomed for the fluxing process.
Oscillating gears locked into place
before your backlash recoil
forced the dual mechanism apart
with shallow breaths emergin
InfernoSeptember is a sultry tangleInferno in Free Verse More Like This
of curly hair and corduroy jackets stretched
over broad shoulders that I've been leaning on,
He won't press for answers
and I won't trouble him with my problems.
So he complains about the weather
he's never gotten used to these sticky, southern delta summers
while I hold the door
and press the call button.
The half-lit elevator drops us off above Dante's first layer.
I feel sorry for anyone beneath,
but I've indulgences to buy
and my own hell to return to.
But there's a light in my pocket
abandon not all hope,
Off TopicIt takes twelve minutesOff Topic in Free Verse More Like This
to assemble sixteen desks
in a perfect circle.
Or as perfect as I can get it.
Then it takes another hour
for the first stragglers to wander in, seating themselves.
The professor always arrives seven
minutes before class begins.
He sits on the left side
while discourse flows easily among
the discordant voices.
The exchange rate on ideas
is ten seconds of silence for a halting opinion,
unsure of itself,
but backed up with a quoted passage
from page one twenty-three, read aloud then cut off -
contradicted by a second opinion.
The first voice breathes easy;
the spotlight eyes are elsewhere.
In the midst of interrupt,
the professor bends one knee
up to his chair, fixing
the loose knot of an old pair of loafers.
He ties a new knot without looking,
caught up in the dialogue
of his charges and finishes tightening
the strings as he raises his voice,
steering the dialouge back
to the topic at hand.
My worn pair of red
and white double-knotted Sketch
HarmlessDrifting in little more than a whisperHarmless in Free Verse More Like This
isn't fine, nor tedious.
Wafting with the waves only
lifts you far enough to
believe in another side.
Though the crescented sky revealed
the sun's crimson shadow,
I repined that its tenor were mine.
Choice's vice held me to
my promise: wading
safely in the water.
Stop listening to the sharks
and glaze your eyes over
to the bodies facing down, lapping
up water until so gorged they bob
as bloated buoys into the setting
Both their eyes and mine are hollow,
chained to the ocean's floor.
BugsIt was farther than simplicityBugs in Free Verse More Like This
Robin's egg blue, contrasting eyes
in hurricanes of fury, pouring down
with summer monsoons.
It was anger and it consumed
me, trapped in a box of fire that
burned down with my desires.
I was freed, though burnt and hideous.
But I could see the world you
always claimed was fake,
the one you told me was much worse
than this small room of dust mud.
Eyelids once sewn were cut by flames,
and my eyes opened despite heat's shrug.
I could make a decision for myself and I chose,
perhaps the hard way, perhaps the smart way,
to leave behind simplicity for what cannot be explained.
I chose to enter the society of the bugs.
History Burningthe trick isHistory Burning in Free Verse More Like This
to make all believe they inheret a
world all their own
remember to erase the words of the
death never existed
and put corpses unburied
into neat containers
under every floor
to lock them up tight is
panic is the plague in this age
and is it any wonder they forget
with puppet parents
who burn books at christmas?
Behind (the pages)Couldn't be time has yet to pass me by; I've been left on track.Behind (the pages) in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In the end of nights was there ever something left
to believe in after the carnage blows out?
Is there/has there existed doubt?
Well I know in the seasons grows
a place between summer and fall that gaps between the spring,
and I have visited it before now.
There once existed such a sweet sound...
Where has your face been left behind?
All I can remember is the tapping on your window
trying to keep track of time passing us by.
You left your face behind,
Opened doors- I once
knew where I left the key.
Remorse used to keep reminding me.
Where do I go from here, now?
Is there a departure station
taking me anywhere from debt?
I have nothing left to see but the austere...
Where did you go far from me, stuck in between?
Trapped between lines of paper I find your smile-
glued down, pressed like a flower-
all dried out from all the years
you were forgotten inside memory.
And (I must admit) I hoped to see your eyes again;
Summer NightThe sun, glowing in the waves of heat, was stillSummer Night in Free Verse More Like This
sweating, enveloped in cloudy fat
and pouring down sultry rain unfit
for summer drinking.
Snow was resting easily on the sky,
not of ice but vapor and light shining
bright enough to blind opened eyes.
Pupils dilate to fill the night and so they divert their gaze.
BelowBliss is a revolution.Below in Free Verse More Like This
I've thought of how to spur it
and how to deface it to the eye.
Bliss is a lie.
I've been reaching towards this life,
Hoping to flow with the cinders
and past ancestors who've rotten.
I don't want to be forgotten.
Without fear or pain I sat,
sheltered from the rain.
Still, I've spent one two many days
without the words to say.
I'm Standing right in front of
your feet, recalling a bond
Your last breath begged I keep.
Though I return, I know not the leap.
This bliss I know, it's
bitter and red as a cherry.
Slick as autumn dew and twice
as harry as a pine in winter
when nothing else will bloom.
It's poisonous; it's Prometheus's ember
though burnt out and black.
It's without sounds or water or air, choking
and pulling one down.
Where did you go beyond?
The drop off seems too steep.
You said it was only nothingness,
white as bone.
You said it was far too deep to call home.
December RainDecember RainDecember Rain in Free Verse More Like This
So it was the end of December.
There was a steady rain touching the peaks
of our eyes' tiniest lashes
to shroud them in cracked drops
that would ice over as your breath did.
(why was it so cold?)
It was to make them as strong as steel,
though they crumbled like dust, nearly
collapsing from the wind flurrying around.
(I could trace it from the rain and
carcasses of leaves that stuck to its sound)
And each and every note that left your pharynx
was the color of a dead blue, blending in
so it was invisible under all the noise in the background.
And I stood, waiting for the time your mouth would just stop and
for you to understand how much time could hurt
when abused and left out to dry like a towel in the sun
on a day like today.
With each tick of the clock I rocked on these nearly-new feet
and tried to taste the remnants of autumn wafting from the lawn.
(that was my favorite season, though it won't come again)
Though when I saw the lights go out in your eyes,
CoralNot alive or dead, hair is terrain's coral, colorless and empty.Coral in Free Verse More Like This
Brushing the mirror in cracks of age, "It's okay to lose your friends" so pray.
Redeeming words press onto strands - harvest them alive, not dead, since coral prefers the latter.
Leave prints upon the sand to wash into high tide, say goodbye, you won't feel the end
until you're alone in ice, colorless and empty, unable to dye shame in threads.
WreckElectricity pumped from heart to heart,Wreck in Free Verse More Like This
drinking the static in their throats.
Electrocution never felt this good,
though in this way it never burned.
The room's curtain was brandished
in rouge paint; parched lips deserted
her made-up face for the boy in the mirror.
Such an exquisite taste for one so bear.
Of course, when the stars
brought their friends to peek
the following evening, all
that remained was the fragrance of fear.
It dissipated in time, throttled
by the oxygen now doubling over pain's
sore finger. Something was forgotten,
though was too small to be properly recalled.
TragicLapse me into paradise,Tragic in Free Verse More Like This
collapse upon your shores.
Where suns never rise,
fair is our folklore.
The fairies pave this place.
See the iridescent lighters?
In a world of cunning lace,
sin to fray the gentle spiders.
Do long to masquerade,
to never be unfounded.
And when to you I strayed,
sand roar'd as I hid, grounded.
Though you kept me riddled,
Slow and filled with holes,
their rot evanesced and kindled-
stare to keep us lulled.
Calm rains left your hand,
balm that wets my lips.
Doth instauration reprimand,
broth arresting my grimed sips.
Forever stay right here,
endeavor'd his last kiss.
And provoked me without tears
th'hand I leave to the abyss.
As a mortal I know:
Forever means alone.
AttachedI grew roots for my heartAttached in Free Verse More Like This
in every twisted chamber
Hitting the ground, deep down layers of earth
There, sleeps every vein I have
Fields of Golden WheatMy fingers travel through your hair, fields of golden wheatFields of Golden Wheat in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your lips have the taste of an ancient salty ocean
My childhood dreams of blue birds and their heartbeat
The delicate fragrance coming from eastern lands
The softness of a delighted soul and your sunlight
The black wings of a sad night and my heart in your hands
I listen to you, the language of birds, the mystery tone remains
I hide you, inside my eyelids, between the layers of my heart
Where you choose to live; mixed with every color in my veins
I am a PoetYou ask me who I am , where did I come fromI am a Poet in Free Verse More Like This
I say: I am a poet, I was born out of the blazing silk of my words
My heart is an eternal rebel, since the dawn of creation
I'm the master of my own words, the keeper of God's secret
I'm the story of that rose shivering on the freezing hill
I live in that oasis of light, in a world beyond your world
The stars stare at my hopes, and hell trembles between my fingers
The night dreads my pain, the morning sleeps on my pillow
I create my words from the tissue of my veins
I weave the images from the feather of my eyelids
I wash my sins away, when I repent between the lines
My words move slowly between your palms, climb to your soul
To hug that poet, who sleeps between the chambers of your heart
When the world is mud, thorns and empty substance
I create my own, where the ground is basil and the walls are none
Black and White world VS Rainbow bucketThe gentle touch of your lips on my cold foreheadBlack and White world VS Rainbow bucket in Free Verse More Like This
The soft kiss on my palms, and I wake up, I look at you
You say It's morning, you say you love me, then you leave
Do you know what you leave behind , It is not me
Now, the world is black and white, all is concrete and ugly
The walls are pure cement and sand, and open land
There are weeds growing on the bed, and I cannot leave
When the black and white world sits behind my back,
Watches, waits for me to move, I will not move
Keeps taking all the light, dims my hopes and breathes my air
I cannot look, I cannot pray, I cannot make a sound
I crawl in bed, my arms around my knees, I wait for you
The day is almost dead, and now you are home
You take me in, you dip me in a big bucket of rainbow
You soak my every cell with every color that is
And I am me again, I can see again, I can breathe again
And my black and white world crawls down my legs
With his tiny wrinkled hands, he runs in shame
Hides behind the door
The martyr of loveI am still a stranger in your battlefieldThe martyr of love in Free Verse More Like This
My rifle on my shoulder, I do not mean to fight
My tears cutting the ground under your feet
You stand over my bleeding body
Your cold blade dripping your way out
You stab me, once and twice, you grin at my wounds
My blood meets the thirsty salty soil
They greet, they hug, they mate under your feet
They give birth to the wild bloody roses
Where every wound blooms once more
I hear your walk away, leaving my barren land
I pray for death to push the arrow deeper in my back
To take the last hopeless breath, the last breeze of love
Bury me where the old moon was born
Let my head rest in a land of cinnamon and honey
When the white hands arrive with their remedy
Tell them all my birds left me and flew north
I do not wish to heal, I do not pray for cure
Battered and broken, my heart left the shore
Soak My Feet In WineWhen the sun and the earth were in love, ever youngSoak My Feet In Wine in Free Verse More Like This
I was born on a full moon with silver clarity
I'm that woman who sleeps on olive groves
Who makes angels fall in love with men's daughters
And lets herself be tricked by your sweet spells
Who obeys the very impulse of her heart
Do you know who I am, where I came from ?
I live where stars grow bigger on a light breeze
Where butterflies were once flowers
Where God blessed my garden in Eden with peace
There, where I lay on a cloud softer than foam
When the day splits into two halves, you see me
My steps are as light as those of a chamois
My hair running wild; wings of an evil crow
My mouth has the roundness of a precious ring
Cheeks, two fields of roses blooming again
Under my feet grow trees, and remain ever green
You need my palms, you seek my blood and fear
Before you crave for more, grant me what I wish for
Kiss the ground before me, show me your loyalty
Borrow the devil's wings, bring me bouquets of stars
I want that purp
The Writer's FeatureSome of my writers friends. We writers should stick together.The Writer's Feature in Personal More Like This
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Peace in AgonyThe same place, the same five inches spacePeace in Agony in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My pain is laughing at my last smile
The eyes are blind this morning, every morning
My voice disappeared, drowned inside me
Lying here and time running behind me
How does a world shrink and squeeze you
How does a heart find peace in agony
Getting so small, smaller than yesterday,
My world is smaller everyday, in every single way
Smaller than this small window
Smaller than the smallest cube of sugar
Smaller than the crumbs on my carpet
Smaller than all the dreams I had
Bigger than all the dreams I still have
MotherMy longing for you weakens my heartMother in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All the birds are silent as we grow apart
Will you leave me to my destiny
Will you come and find me
I spell your name in fear to remember
Scared to feel thorns in my pulse, burning rush
Your radiate face is more than a figment
Yet, impossible to touch
Mother,why didn't I kiss your hands everyday
Do you hear my prayers mother, they are all for you
I send them every morning with drops of dew
What words can do, when my all is still so few
You are here, when it rains on those hills above
When I imagine your laugh and feel your love
When the pink clouds come by, stand by and pass
You are here when my heart is a pile of shattered glass
We Walk Through Heaven's DoorLet your hands walk through my dusty roads tonightWe Walk Through Heaven's Door in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Follow them, on my vast lands start your fight
Let me kiss your kiss and drink your salt and wine
In your kind darkness my drops of sweat shine
Those wonderlands are yours, and what is yours is mine
Don't make me wait, come and touch every spot
All those mountains and hills, I'm saving you a lot
Kill your thirst, swim in my stream and fill your pot
İ am no longer a body , and you are no longer a soul
We are one lonely beat, was found for once and all
So, cover me with your skin as we hear the ultimate call
Breathe In my ears, and let me ask you for more
As we roll under earth, we walk through heaven's door