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
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.
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 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
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.
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.
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
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.
Willfully LostIn these whispering moments,Willfully Lost in Free Verse More Like This
I take your heart in mine
and hold it fast.
You make me forget
things like flower names
and cloud shapes,
where I came from
or why I'm going,
as my thoughts are filled with..
Every crack in the sidewalk
carries your name,
and the grass rustles soft your wishes
to tangle your fingers in my hair.
My breathing drops
like the autumn wind,
would that I could,
I would throw myself into it,
will myself towards your southwestern
your dusty mesas abutting
my mountains green.
Silence in an Empty BedAll parts of my soul are unbraided;Silence in an Empty Bed in Free Verse More Like This
I yearn for you.
In the softness of the evening,
by the stillness in the snowfall,
I hear your breathing
in an empty bed.
It's as if these fingers
twisted in my hair are yours,
though my own hand lies there,
I myself am knotted up in you,
these whispering sheets
your voice when I'm alone.
I close my eyes
to the darkness of the room,
imagining your scent on my pillow,
your lips on my shoulder,
how we would lay hip to hip.
I await the mornings
when you hiss at the cold of the floor on your feet,
eyes half open;
where we glow over breakfast
and speak in glances that drown out
the eight o'clock radio--
for we live in these moments when
our gazes turn the world the other way.
I won't live until you return.
I Drink to the ShatteredHere's to the half-hopes,I Drink to the Shattered in Free Verse More Like This
who lie shallow in their graves,
comatose, their pulse forgotten.
And here's to unrequited love;
impossible thoughts between heartbeats,
the burning pang that follows.
A nod to the empty dreams,
their ankles hobbled, improperly set.
They walk nowhere.
Silence to commemorate the lost cause;
That never leave the womb.
To the broken and sleepless,
inane and insane,
the clueless, the lonely,
the outcasts forgotten,
to you I raise my glass.
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
Vanilla CranesVanilla CranesVanilla Cranes in Free Verse More Like This
The light of day cuts pretty masks
Out of stuff way too colourful
And glues them on faces of men
Who then stomp chessboard with their feet
In brothels red lanterns do shine
Gates there kept open, welcoming
Children to find their way back home
To the tower of Babylon
Pockets and wallets resonate
With choirs and gospels of the change
Dreaming of freedom and revenge
Who lives by coin, by coin shall die
You ask me "Why do birds have wings,
When sons of mortal men can fly...?"
I guess we humans aim too high
Before sun laughs us in the face
So is there any happy place
Except for our enchanted realm
Where love with smallest ray of hope
Warms time through magnifying glass?
Here kisses taste like vanilla
Sprinkled all over coffee beans;
If we fold enough paper cranes
Do you think we can save the world?
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
Bridge Over The RiverBridge Over The RiverBridge Over The River in Free Verse More Like This
Underneath the stone bridge an ice-cold river flows
Sometimes it's ferocious and sometimes rather calm
Carrying days and years of world into the distance
Its strand is to the bridge what humans are to each other
Route to its end seems strangely intoxicating
Over the icy river a stone bridge spans
Forever binding two shores with a gray ribbon
Just like heart contains both grief and joy
The bridge stands firm, even though the river's driving forward
For world of wonders we always look on the other side
Even though bridge locks the river and river undermines the bridge
It's just stone and cold water embracing one another
One looking up, the other one down, both lovingly
Just like we sometimes dream although not asleep
Not paying attention to the rest of the world
The JourneyThe JourneyThe Journey in Free Verse More Like This
Two cans and a string
Weigh so much more
Than words and beads
And sunlit backyard -
- Sea full of sharks
And pirate ships
And mermaid that so rarely dips
Her beauty into stormy waves
A rocking horse
Will ever gallop a lot faster
Than the wildest of buffalos
And maybe even wind itself -
- Carrying smoke signals
And poisoned arrows
Along with battle cries
Of sons of tomahawk
Two chairs and blanket
From my bed
The safest home
We ever had -
- An impregnable fortress
Castle with feather walls
Made for one princess
And one knight
Bubbles are diamonds
Fed by breath
And if we like
We can grow wings
While planning journey
Beyond our street
Where magic ends
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
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
Amber WarsAmber WarsAmber Wars in Free Verse More Like This
If stars were up to lend an ear
To just one question in a million years,
Would you ask, if they'd seen tomorrow smiling
Or how brightly you shine in their light?
Upset sky, a cauldron of blue milk boiling
Contains all "what if's" and words left unsaid;
Drawers overflow with letters
Those will one day be
Written with help of runestones
And planetary constellations
That according to some
Will put minds into the right order
Bald-headed princesses fight
Over each other's scalp
To much liking of armed jewellers
Scavengers in these amber wars
Children with empty gaze
Looking from behind trellis of barcodes,
With unclear expiration date
Genuinely identical identities
Wielded by phantoms not to be fathomed
- Thou willst not chew their names nor spit them out -
They put autographs on branded bullets
Sent to kiss sad smiling faces
Those attempt to clean the orbit
Of conscience from all quandaries
And make silence a crime
Pawns die and kill for life in peace
KaleidoscopeKaleidoscopeKaleidoscope in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Through fields and chapels
We walk hand in hand
Stained glass draws world
Right in front of our feet
Like careless colourful
Begins with love
That for my eyes hides
In your smiling face
Might well end in tears
Like tired angels
When falling from grace
I read your heart like runes
Like gems in tube
Pages turn, churches burn
Fields drown in gold
In empty street
I still can hear you breathe
You are my shadow
I'm your dream to hold
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
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
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
Under The Murky WatersChildren of the first sinner,Under The Murky Waters in Free Verse More Like This
Dragging his filthy soul at his tail.
He does not dare to look up
Where God's face resides.
Walking the earth; a pack of wild dogs
Scavenging the last pride,
Snatching what is left of mercy.
Down creatures, leeches in the murky waters.
Always on the move to a new pure land,
Hunting down every butterfly wing,
Slaughtering every young green bud.
Children of the massacre, slaves of the cannon
You have your hands down my throat,
Your knife sliding down my spine,
You say: "Keep your smile and greet Humanity"
I swallow the rocks; I wave for my brothers
I fell, I died , they walked over me,
When love rhymesYou said God made me perfectWhen love rhymes in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The roundness of my hip, the softness of my lip
Gentle is my tip, I take you on every wild trip
So tighten your grip, squeeze me and take a sip
Get on my last ship, it is time to tear and rip
My waves keep slamming your shore
Burning every sense in your core
Your nails on my side, always coming back for more
They take over every land, as we celebrate this war
You said God made me perfect
The size of my breast, where you built your nest
My wild birds on your chest , always flying west
The short breath is your guest, dancing, will never rest
Every touch gives you my best, closer to my final quest
What a Woman WantsEvery single voice inside me is calling youWhat a Woman Wants in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every drop of blood, and every tear is asking for you
Every hill,and every twisted road on this body is begging you
Come to me, love me like love should be
Now it is all yours, taste it, smell it, just take it all
Nothing is usual my love, nothing you have seen before
This is us, what we have is nothing you knew before
Sail to my shores, I will wait for your ships
Get closer, ride me with your horses, with your swords
I need your deep voice and your cold blade on my hips
Come and kiss me softly, then kiss me hard
Touch me like a broken petal, then touch me hard
Hold me,feel every bone in me, never let go of me,
Suffocate me and take the life out of me
Let your hands find their way through me
Let them burn me, let them find me over and over again
Let the soft tip rub every cell I have, every spot that hurts
Give me more when I beg your mercy,
Take it all when I say I can bare no more
Don't you dare stop when I no longer breathe
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
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
On the edges of your lipsMy soul flickers back and forth in your presenceOn the edges of your lips in Free Verse More Like This
As I drag myself on the floor slowly, barely
I surrender to the voices promising your love
And the dream of tomorrow bringing me your scent
You do not see me nor my fading shadow
I am right here, down here, take one look at me
I lay my wings over your shoulders, I take the rain for you
I kiss the flock of birds that flew over you
I swallow every thorn in your way, I turn your path blue
I hug every glimpse of fear in your eyes
I live on the edges of your lips, I steal every word you speak
I sleep between your ribs, I sing along with your heartbeat
I built my shrine between your palms, there, I pray for your love
And yet, you do not see me nor my fading shadow
Your grip on my heart drying up every drop of life
But I will not leave, if you tear me apart, I will love you
If you burn my dreams, cut my veins , I will love you
If you put out my candle, my golden sky, I will love you
If you rip your seed out o
Mornings of a lonely heartYou walk, one step hits the otherMornings of a lonely heart in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes fixed on the cracks
All the strings of your heart behind you
Will someone pick one of them
Will someone see them
“Am I visible, well, I'm a +1,
I change the math of the universe”
You walk and your tears sitting at the edge
Just ready to slip away from you
Will someone catch them
Will someone ask why
Then you just hide inside your coat
And avoid every look piercing through
“Comforting my own fears, I will be fine”
You walk with your notes from last night
Falling from your pockets,
Your words, scattered on the old street
Will someone read them
Will someone understand
What language does my heart speak
That it can't find a friend in this world
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
HomecomingThe dead do not need a homecomingHomecoming in Free Verse More Like This
or an invitation -
they do not wait at the door
to be let in
or cross the threshold
with crossed fingers
and a prayer.
They do not wear their best clothes -
no poplin suits
or brocade skirts
to catch upon the lintels
or dust the marble floors.
They will not dine
upon your crusts
or marrow bones or salted eggs
nor steal the heavy coins
from out beneath the rugs .
They'll only tarry
in the hall
and make soft moan
amidst the wind
wondering why you turned
their faces to the wall
and put out
your best china.
RedThere is nothing discreet about this love -Red in Free Verse More Like This
it hangs on my chest,
a defiant noise -
the scent of something luscious
stretched between your hips.
Your back arches
in a way only Psyche can feel.
You wear it
in a cheap red dress
that comes apart like midsummer
in my hands
as we flaunt the stars,
the stones under our skin
stretching the bed frame
till we crack.
And I fill you up,
your arms a battle
raging in the waning lies
CheatsThe light makes cheatsCheats in Free Verse More Like This
of us both,
so we change clothes
in the greedy dark
or thinking twice.
We do not touch,
our skin afraid to lose
or breathe too close.
We pass in the street
but do not acknowledge
in the glare of taxi cabs
or the stiff pull of elevators.
We do not rub elbows
or let our shoulder blades
But I would know you
anywhere - any place
the sun is uneasy
and the skin of us
or strangers are told
in another direction.
Hansel and GretelWhat kind of motherHansel and Gretel in Free Verse More Like This
sends her children out
without their shoes or coats -
nothing but a trail of crumbs
to find their way back home?
They all find their way here.
Maybe it is the scent of holidays
freshly baked inside my kitchen
or the sight of spice drops
glistering in the rampant dusk.
The children like my house -
my rich ginger carpets
so easy to get lost in
and the pink pillows
puffed and glossy with promises.
They do not notice me watching,
how my fingers slip around their wrists
to measure their meager lives
or how I can smell when
they last ate their supper.
They only smile at me
and beg for more chocolate
in greedy little voices
and ask if they can see
what's baking in my oven now.
ProdigalShe made hot chocolate that morning -Prodigal in Free Verse More Like This
the kind that sticks to the mug
and burns -
and baked an apple cobbler,
deep dish warm with butter and fruit,
for the prodigal had returned.
She turned out the sheets
on his bed
and hung his jeans
out to dry -
the bright flag of denim
announcing his return
to everyone on the street.
Slowly the neighbors trickled in
to wonder and gape -
offerings of spiced ham
and ale, brown bread with raisins
and freshly knitted socks and mufflers
in soft merino shades -
all bundled as if in tribute.
They wanted to see
if he could still sing Amazing Grace
in his fine tenor voice
and drink the men under a table,
his fists the only answer
left lingering in the dark.
They hoped to see
the tall buildings
in his cheeks,
and the alley's long shadows
bruising the skin
at his temples;
and maybe he had stories
birthed in wine
and women's hips that would
steam the bite
off their jaws
and make their wives blush.
For a city left its mark,
as if proof was needed
SeptemberThe summer was so hotSeptember in Free Verse More Like This
the dogs stuck to the sidewalks
with the newspapers
and the black metal cans
everyone left waiting on the curb.
You could smell it
in the glass pitchers
on table tops,
and the sheets that never
dried on the clothes lines;
the canvas beach bags
mothers dragged wearily
across the sand
and the ice cream trucks
melting across the highways.
Children felt it open
up the windows at night
and find a corner
of the bed to smother,
while fathers baited it on hooks
or mowed it down
in flat, dry stripes
as if begging each other
And the crickets just hummed
beneath the corn silk
and the dry mouth
daring the cats to play
hide and seek -
searching for September.
Snow WhiteSeven more mouths to feedSnow White in Free Verse More Like This
(For this you left
your father's house?),
shoes piled by the door
and grimy rucksacks
full of coal.
(He promised you a diamond)
They keep you on your toes
with their uncombed hair
and their untrimmed beards
and appetites like young bulls.
That dress of yours
has seen better days
and your hands
are worn out -
bloodied starlings in your pockets.
So you cook and clean
and wait by the window
each morning for them to leave,
polishing your apples
and dream of what the huntsman
is hiding in his box.
ApartmentFrom upstairsApartment in Free Verse More Like This
she heard late afternoon
sucker punch the television
as the children
covered the coffee table
and felt the dust mop
weep in her hands
at the sight.
She found the cat
under a pile of laundry,
swallowing a sock
and wondered why
bedtime took so long
to come around.
was her only accomplice
in the simple murder
of this life -
buffering the weather in the kitchen
and choking the beds
like those last thoughts
left deep in the dustbin.
GoddessGoddess in Free Verse More Like This
You were not a goddess -
no ivory trespass
or oath in alabaster
to wrap in cloth and bury where
it could not be found;
no vessel to be cherished or
adorned with oil.
Too much skin
to fill up a world of men.
You could not breathe
under water -
your hair a window
floating, framed across the surface
as the water line rose up
the pier and sucked barnacles
But we made you a myth
an omen for the young men
who placed the ocean
under their caps
and baited their hooks
every morning to try
to catch the silver trout
left shining on the rocks
where they hauled in the waves
Girl as ColorColor the girl shell pinkGirl as Color in Free Verse More Like This
or magnolia -
some rare vintage of wine
or a bright Italian circus,
and I shall call her mine.
Color her starling grey
or a sudden shade
daylight glistening like a puzzle
and I will claim her mouth.
Paint us both some new corner
a fresh tone of orchestra
and ripened lemons,
and I swear I will be true.
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.
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.
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.
CupidityCrush me. Depress my lungs so I can't breathe,Cupidity in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when your familiar voice hits my ear.
This glorious feeling, I know, must leave,
and the thought of that loss I always fear.
Oh, you cause the blood in my veins to rush,
from the sparks you send through my skin like spies.
Am I revealed by the way that I blush,
like the shooting stars echoed in your eyes?
What draws me to you; is it merely lust?
or is it love that binds us together?
Is this something real, something I can trust?
Take my heart to hold, and own no other.
You see, all that I want is everything,
and you are everything to me, darling.
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.
MemoirsWe are all poetry in motion,Memoirs in Free Verse More Like This
sonnets and verses,
and by the end of our lives we are novels.
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.
She Bites Bullets Her teeth are chipped and broken. She wears lipstick in a shade called "Pow!" a bright red to make up for her smile. In her mind, it works because no one ever asks questions. Between her jealous, button down guard dog and her own reputation the world tends to keep its distance.She Bites Bullets in Short Stories More Like This
An untouchable beauty with dark hair and wild eyes, she moves like a dancer and a jungle cat and is a casing for a spirit darkened by secrets, sometimes bright and energetic and randomly explosive.
She was not made for capture or confinement.
He lives with her in a claustrophobic studio apartment, paid for by a shitty job that covers rent and ramen. Young and ambitious, the stress is eating at his insides and he feels the acidic bile rising, falling, and crashing like predatory waves against a stony shore - the pressure of being a provider.
Once a Colossus,
Bygone DaysMy memories are revenants,Bygone Days in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and all I am are remnants
of a life from bygone days.
My skin's becoming threadbare
as time begins to wear,
the present tears at bygone days.
I turn to ash and bone,
but my feet are made of stone
so here I stay,
shades of who I was from bygone days.
Taking Back The DayCandy tastes bitterTaking Back The Day in Free Verse More Like This
on this arbitrary day.
Kisses look like
little wrapped bombs
in aluminum foil;
no X's & O's for me -
I'm not hungry anyway.
But I cannot stand
the sight of flowers.
Carnations are too sweet.
Roses are too dusky,
and far too inviting,
and without shame.
Stamp 'em in a card
and give 'em to your lover,
then burn all the rest
for the sake of the rest of us.
Let's have a bonfire of the vanity
of this 'gifts for sex'
Saint Hallmark's Day.
Now gather round ye lonely,
and warm your hearts;
we are taking back the day.
Don't worry, lovebirds,
we'll throw it back
after our blood mingles
with strawberry champagne,
but as the number 14,
because a day belongs to no one.
Biology (In Defense Of Free Verse)The heart has four chambers:Biology (In Defense Of Free Verse) in Free Verse More Like This
two muscular atria and
two ventricles that alternate
between relaxing and
throughout the body.
This is one of many processes
that occur whether you
want it to or not.
I can sense your flesh and
when I breathe you in like pollen
or particles of smoke.
You are a part of my lungs
before tiny capillaries carry you
sleeping or intoxicated
to my heart.
Then it seizes up-
pumping little bits of you
through my veins like nerve endings
and I feel you
from my waist to my lips and
inside my brain.
The primary cause of love
is the chemical phenethylamine
that is released by eating
chocolate; or more importantly,
by feeling you against me
and nobody else.
Proteins are given purpose
through tender shaping
into a perfected form.
This can be observed
on a larger scale
It is said
during academic dissections,
that structure and form
But try and tell me
that this freedom before you
You Have No Need To RegretDo not regret your actions,You Have No Need To Regret in Free Verse More Like This
because at one point,
it was exactly what
you wanted to do.
-but if it wasn't what
then I guess you should
regret that too.
ExtinguishedI have met some girls, a fewExtinguished in Free Verse More Like This
in particular, in my
past who have had what you
would consider to be
Like, a blonde who kept me warm
and always smoked but
hardly ate. I guess
her stomach was always
filled to burst with smoke,
so there was no place for
food or much else.
She was always so
so easy to talk to
that it was hard
not to like her.
It was like staring
into a fire.
When she and I both died
for someone else, it
was okay and I left
without any tears (they had
burned up). But I
didn't have to search long;
I trip and spark like any other
This one stood on glowing
coals, pushing little
red rocks with her toes and
would ask me if it still burned
when people watched. I would say:
yes, of course, fire never changes.
Most nights we only
saw the coals and neither
of us liked
it that way.
I would've singed my
mouth on her hot
coffee lips, if she ever
gave me the chance
But she didn't; too busy
hiding her face.
God, Give Me A SirenI get up out ofGod, Give Me A Siren in Free Verse More Like This
bed and walk calmly
to the bathroom. Then,
get a glass of water
examine my scarlet
cerulean eyes before
trying to piss, but
nothing is coming out.
It's so quiet.
There are no sirens to
warn me that tomorrow
morning I could lose
another friend to
a hospital or,
-None of my neighbors
are fighting; no plates
shattering into knives
against the wall. It
is so damn quiet.
Nothing is coming out,
so I go back to bed,
pull the blankets over my head
and can't sleep.
ImpatientIf you talk to anyone who waits at red lights or cares about fashion or owns a gun, they'll know a thing or twoImpatient in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
about all of us; all of humanity. We are all flowers, we are all little universes, we are all the underdog future.
And maybe this is completely true, and maybe some girl pierced her ear in the 8th grade bathroom, and maybe you
have sand in your shoes from that visit to the beach last week. What does it matter, is this an absolute?
We are all pieces of God, we are all forgetting about Heaven, we are all waiting politely for death to break in
through the bathroom window. You can ask the stains on the sidewalk, the birds who refuse to build nests, the
faded black hair on the barbershop floor. They will tell you that this all does matter, and if you care about your
children, it's an absolute, too. Sometimes I run through traffic lights, wear half-unbuttoned flannel and scoff
at the glory of firearms, but you can talk to me whenever you grab my shoulder and take a moment to stop s
My AnnabelOh my dear, my Annabel Lee,My Annabel in Free Verse More Like This
some days I wish,
there was never you and me-
and I'd disappear alone,
in the frothy sea.
Cinema SparksImagine a man and woman,Cinema Sparks in Free Verse More Like This
or woman and woman,
it really doesn't matter;
huddled together beneath
an umbrella as if it
were a tree with long branches
to stop the rain and
block out the sun,
or simply provide a sense
of security if the weather
were to suddenly change,
it really doesn't matter.
For whatever reason,
they are together-
but what's interesting is
they obviously do not even
know each other.
They both clutch the umbrella
but their hands are
careful not to clutch
because in some cultures
it's not polite to
but in this case,
it really doesn't matter.
For whatever reason
they are together
beneath the umbrella-tree;
they are close
whether it is some
common courtesy during a
sparks are flying from damaged
cinema lights above
as they clutch anything-
but each other.
New Age FaithHave you ever beenNew Age Faith in Free Verse More Like This
I can lie naked
in my bed
with my head under
the covers and
forget where I
I can stare at
auburn streetlights or
raindrops floating down
glass and tell you:
this moment is
more beautiful than
he or she
wil ever be.
People do not glow,
People do not shimmer,
in the right light.
I am beginning to
believe this, I
wonder if you
Sepia LightHe could be the lead of a silent movieSepia Light in Free Verse More Like This
in all its sepia glory. There is
dust on the film; and light-
that shines hazily through the smoke and jazz
of the old world.
She smiles while beauty marks pepper the screen
and nobody notices. Not even him.
There is a woman stroking the theater piano lovingly to hide
the voices floating through the air as silent as ash.
He waits with impious attention for old-fashioned lines
to cross over the stage and whisper something,
something new to him.
But anything that could waltz off their tongues
is caught and held by the cigarette filter projector.
Left to crackle, as the piano moans under the woman's
coffee stained caress.
Keep The Lights OnKeep the lights on-Keep The Lights On in Free Verse More Like This
I don't think I could ever tell you how beautiful you are, so I will just have to show you-
oh please let me show you I want you to feel how beautiful you are I want you to know
I will make you know Feel me and let it all out Sigh for me and kiss me and
fill your eyes up with longing as I pull my head back to look at you before diving
back down to kiss you again I will show you I will show you I will show
She Is A StrangerShe is worthless,She Is A Stranger in Free Verse More Like This
A toy to be strung along.
A heartbroken loner,
Singing her bitter, ugly song.
She is useless,
A discarded rusted tool.
A hopeless dreamer,
Even she knows she's a fool.
She is alone,
A prisoner of her own twisted mind.
A forgotten princess,
Happily ever after was never hers to find.
She is numb,
An unfeeling ghost.
A lost, empty soul,
Death is what she yearns for most.
She is fake,
An imposter pretending.
A self-loathing bitch,
Some wounds are never mending.
She is giving up,
Becoming another statistic.
A desperate suicide,
If there was hope, she must have missed it.
The Choice Is MineTime is passing slowly,The Choice Is Mine in Free Verse More Like This
I really miss your voice.
Wasted days spent in the dark,
Living is my choice.
Your love is not required,
Though I'd love to be your wife.
My heart may be broken,
But, for me, I'm choosing life.
The Itsy Bitsy KillerThe itsy bitsy spider lived on Carver Lane,The Itsy Bitsy Killer in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Nobody knew of the children he'd slain.
Out of the darkness, with charming wit he came,
Lying through his fangs, we never knew his name.
The itsy bitsy spider lived across the street,
Luring children in with a promise of a treat.
Out came the knife and little Katie's gone,
The itsy bitsy spider is preying on your spawn.
The itsy bitsy spider is waiting after school,
You better warn your little ones that people can be cruel.
Out comes his web and innocents are caught,
Nobody knows what caused his mind to rot.
The itsy bitsy spider is someone you know,
Maybe it's a teacher, putting on a show.
Be careful with your children, know where they are,
The itsy bitsy spider is never very far.
Into The OceanYou’re perfection in a single glanceInto The Ocean in Free Verse More Like This
And everyone’s to busy taking pictures
To explore reality, but when the tide goes
Everyone will see the trash and dead things
And wonder where they came from.
You’re just like the ocean.
And now I’m drowning in your indifference
With waves relentlessly crashing
Over my head, pulling me under,
Tossing me around,
Dragging me down.
Well, I always was lost in you.
My mouth opens to tell you so
But, as your poison fills my throat,
I think my chest might explode
And I might welcome it
If only it puts out the fire
That’s blazing in my lungs.
Didn’t I tell you that you take my breath away?
No longer can I tell where you end and I begin,
Or if I even exist,
And I hear you laughing because
I always wished to be part of you,
So that you could never push me away
Without losing yourself.
Now I’m the one who has no self to find.
I'd Rather Be A Snowball Than A Mud PuddleA single drop of water,I'd Rather Be A Snowball Than A Mud Puddle in Free Verse More Like This
Imprisoned by a cloud.
Future set in stone,
Fall, and be proud.
Every raindrop is the same,
Splashing all around.
Nature's true tears,
Soak an unthankful ground.
A single drop of water,
The futures always yours to take.
Float instead of fall now,
A perfect snowy flake.
Every crystal is unique,
A magical winter sight.
Be you, little raindrop,
For it only lasts tonight.
A single drop of water,
Not fitting in the mold.
Lost in the ocean,
She'd rather always be ice cold.
According To You..According to the world,According To You.. in Free Verse More Like This
I'm incredibly blessed.
Young and Free,
I have no reason to be depressed.
So, my darkness is hidden,
I pretend that I'm not falling.
Keeping up appearances,
Who, for help, should I be calling?
According to my friends,
They'll always be there.
My extended family,
My loving "sisters" always care.
Now, I'm alone in this room,
They don't hear my cry.
They shun me for each other,
Just two more people who lie.
According to my love,
We'll make it through.
The lying is over,
Her words are all true.
Yet, I'm still terrified,
I've forgotten how to trust.
My heart is a broken thing,
Being devoured by rust.
According to my family,
They all saw it coming.
Long-distance is hard,
I'm neither pretty nor stunning.
Now, I look stupid,
Ignored was their warning.
I told you so is my nightmare,
Even in sleep, I am mourning.
According to everyone,
Love of my razor is a sin.
It's not worth it,
I shouldn't long for it against my skin.
Now, there's no more cutting,
Tribute to pain still
The Other Side of WonderlandWatch the way the words flow,The Other Side of Wonderland in Free Verse More Like This
Dark colors spilling from my pen.
Molding a new existence,
One very few could live within.
Don't venture in too deeply,
Nothing is as it seems.
Sick twisted creatures thrive here,
This place that haunts my dreams.
Poisoned are the pretty things,
Sweetness, an evil foe.
My muse is dark and nasty,
Only seeds of evil grow.
Wonderland needs a rainbow,
My pen needs colored ink.
I try to capture beauty,
Yet, my words all fade and shrink.
Hope Is Hidden In The Smoke..From a burning cigaretteHope Is Hidden In The Smoke.. in Free Verse More Like This
In the hand of a liar.
Choking me as it builds,
Then disappearing in the arms of a gentle breeze.
From a burning picture
Of a love I'll never forget.
Stinging my eyes
As your twisted smile warps and melts away.
From a burning home
That we never really had.
Replacing my oxygen
As it infiltrates our nonexistent children's rooms.
From my burning flesh
That knows I deserve this.
Screaming at me not to stop
Until I can no longer feel the fire of love.
My hope is smoke.
Pretty to look at,
Yet, there's nothing to hold onto.
I'll set fire to the world,
I'll burn everything I've ever loved,
But no amount of hope can change the facts;
We are destined to fail.
CryCry for the living,Cry in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shed a tear for the dead.
Cry for the words that are left unsaid.
Cry for the children,
They'll grow up so fast.
Cry because their innocence won't last.
Cry for your soul,
It's darkened with sin.
Cry because life's a game you'll never win.
Cry for the elderly,
Their bodies are weak.
Cry because death is what we all seek.
Cry for the lovers,
Even the ones with a ring.
Cry because love always goes with a sting.
Cry for the future,
Shed a tear for the past.
Smile because life can't forever last.
My DemonI think I have a demon,My Demon in Free Verse More Like This
Just a bitch, I am her pet.
She strokes me very often,
Misery is her net.
Her eyes are dark and empty,
Sometimes, I think they're blue.
Master keeps me lonely,
On my skin, she likes to chew.
I see her when the night falls,
She curls up in my bed.
My mind is but her playground,
My diet is soured dread.
Her skin is pale and smooth,
Razor teeth, sharpened to a point.
I dare not disobey her,
There's no Holy water to anoint.
I could run away somehow,
Yet, who would love me then?
Master is my lover,
She basks in my filthy sin.
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.
SuperimposeHe doesn't look like a gymnast. He's all button down shirts and frazzled grey hair framing wire spectacles, a picture perfect professorial archetype down to the very tips of his frayed shoelaces. But he was a gymnast once, or so he tells us, and I believe him because he smiles like he knows something while he's chatting before class.Superimpose in Sketches More Like This
It's strange to see that image superimposed over the current one the distinguished professor in pressed khaki slacks and a jacket, worn brown loafers exuding a faintly courteous manner (you can always tell them by their shoes), and a ring on the fourth finger of his left hand versus the athletic kid who went to college for a semester and grew nine inches too tall to keep doing what he loved so he took up a tennis racquet instead. Gymnasts don't wear suit jackets; no steel mill worker has such manicured nails. But the images are all there, flickering just under the surface and bubbling up again when he's recounting stories about his days in Pi
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.
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
beaut(if)ulYou exist in thebeaut(if)ul in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
space where beautiful is a
Burning LowBirthday candles dripBurning Low in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
wax on red icing roses
like melting icicles.
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
MatineeCredits rolling;Matinee in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
an empty movie theater.
Arrived too early.
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
When you are goneWhen you are gone, the world won't stop.When you are gone in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wars won't end, sea levels won't drop.
You can't stop poverty by not eating your food,
You won't halt anguish by darkening your mood.
You don't have feelings; you can't feel the pain;
To never see sunshine, to never see rain.
Sure, your depression ends, angst fades away;
But you can't be happy, your soul can't stay.
When you are gone, you will be free.
But please, spare a little thought for me.
You will be gone, I will remain.
I'll feel your anguish; I'll feel your pain.
In the day time, the sun won't be as bright;
Like there's an eclipse, like it's at night.
Memories will live on, shadows of time,
Of when you were here, when you were fine.
Eventually, slowly, I will move on.
But you cannot, since you will be gone.
We are RisingI am the warrior-poet,We are Rising in Free Verse More Like This
and this is my time.
I am deadly in my own right,
able to kill a thousand ways
with my bare pen.
And I am one of many,
an army of the wise.
And we are rising.
I am the poet-warrior,
alive and alert.
I am ready to do battle
with the pen or with the sword.
I am ready to torch the old world
and write by the light of its burning,
to sing beside its pyre.
And we are rising.
I am the artist composing the new world,
proposing a better way,
and the soldier armed with fantasy,
restoring what could have been.
What must be must not be,
and words will lead us,
for we are rising.
The Dogs of WarAnd Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,The Dogs of War in Free Verse More Like This
with Ate by his side come hot from hell
shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
cry 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war;
that this foul deed shall smell above the earth
with carrion men, groaning for burial.
They said the fields ran with ink,
but real men bleed black on white,
and young men bleed green,
and women do not bleed at all.
They said vengeance was a worthy cause.
The dogs of war left teeth-marks in their throats.
Caesar gurgled and died, but his spirit was mute.
Havoc ensued without his order,
and the stones of Rome boiled and flowed
in rivers hot as Ate's eyes.
They tore the road-signs down
and salted the scorched earth.
Carthago delenda est - a thousand years ago.
The temples burned and the virgins took up swords.
A carrion man, a crow man, erupts from the earth
to eat the flesh of generals
and gnaw on Caesar's bones.
Even buried, he does not sleep.
The Bard had cunning, but no sight.
He wrote in tragedy as tragedy,
Lent 1 - AshesI am a child of ashes,Lent 1 - Ashes in Free Verse More Like This
a proud sinner,
a waste of flesh and blood.
I am dust, and blind, born in shadow,
shy of the light.
There are worms in my eyes.
My fingers are cracked.
But there is One who bears a torch,
who can rekindle the fire
and burn the corruption
from my torrid bones.
My flesh will slough away,
my whoreish lips curl back,
and I will be incense,
a burnt offering.
When the flames have faded,
like a phoenix I will rise,
new and shining,
with no memory of shame,
a child of Your ashes.
The Siren - 4Mike brought a pizza for lunch, and the crew piled into the back of his minivan to enjoy it. He disconnected the battery to keep the interior lights from eating up the juice and opened all of the doors to invite a breeze. Even so, the sun turned his car into an oven. At least the pizza was hot.The Siren - 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sign on the Baptist church down the street flashed: "Pray for Rain."
"You feeling okay?" Mike asked. He had on a red plaid shirt that almost managed to hide the pizza-sauce stains. His collar was curled up in the cup holder in the front seat.
"Better," Sandie said. She bit off a string of cheese and helped herself to an orange soda from the cooler. "I mean, it's hard to stay freaked out when you're working the morning rush and you've got twelve caffeine addicts yelling at you over the counter. Would have been easier if Connie would stop bugging me, though."
Connie offered an angelic smile from her place on the bumper. "Not my fault you're loca, mama."
"I guess you guys don't listen to
Pirate MoonA bloody moon rose, hungry, through the mistPirate Moon in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to wash his crimson glow across the waves
and froth the surging whitecaps with the kiss
that sent ten thousand sailors to their graves.
Beneath that vicious moon, a sail was set
as was the fate of some poor, hapless crew
oblivious to the impending threat
that drifted ever closer through the blue.
The moon smiled sweetly, bathing naked steel,
as cannon shuddered through the velvet night
to rend the sodden trader, hull and keel
and put an end to her frenetic flight.
The captain's grin shone redder than his sword
As he o'ersaw the booty brought aboard.
Disturbing the PeaceWomen in corsetsDisturbing the Peace in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
disturb the peace.
The Siren - 6The rest of the night was quiet, and so was Sandie's morning. If the alarm went off, she never heard it, and she slept hard until nearly ten, when her phone rang.The Siren - 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I think it's gone," she told Connie. "I mean, I don't want to jinx anything with optimism, but at least it's gone on vacation."
She drank her coffee black and supervised the installation of a new door. She picked up the phone to call Mike, but remembered belatedly that he had a noon Mass, and set it down again to wait until later.
Local news entertained her until the thump came from the new door.
A person's silhouette was visible through the frosted glass, standing still and dark beneath the shade of the back porch.
The thump came again not a knock, but a meaty thwack as though the visitor was trying to come straight through. Then there was the horrible squeak of skin sliding down the glass.
Sandie's lip curled. She added Windex to her mental grocery list and stood up, grabbing a heavy wooden candle stick from the end
The Siren - 5All Sandie learned from her very expensive blood tests was that there was no reason for her to have paid for very expensive blood tests. She did not have leprosy, or hepatitis, or any of a number of different anemias. The news was a comfort, but the check was not.The Siren - 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sandie bought a book of stamps and sent a stack of poems away to the offices of Lead Soldiers, thinking that a small royalty would at least begin to fill the dent that a new door and a medical bill had left in her bank account.
"Maybe you could take up a special collection for me," she told Mike as she got him a glass of water root beer was an unnecessary expense.
"Meh," he said. "Charitable though the cause may be, it doesn't really work that way."
"Shame. I'm going to start getting really sick of ramen in a week or two."
"You can always come share with me. For some reason, people are always bringing me leftover barbecue. Which is nice, don't get me wrong. But they must think I eat like a football team or somet
The Siren - 12"Good morning, San Antonio."The Siren - 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was like no voice Sandie had ever heard before, bizarrely tonal, as though the speaker could not decide whether he was talking or singing. The sounds came slowly, laboriously, elongated by effort and intense concentration.
She rolled over to find the creature standing in the doorway. The voices of morning newscasters drifted up the stairs and down the hall, but those voices were generic and familiar, drained of dialect and character, just like the voice of every other newscaster in America. The one that had woken her was different.
"Lane closures down San Pedro between the Anderson Loop and Sandau Road will continue today. Commuters can expect delays of up to half an hour, so leave early."
"Holy shit!" Sandie sat bolt-upright in bed, tugging absently at her oversized nightshirt. "John, you're doing it!"
The black eyes closed in a slow blink. The bald head canted to one side.
"You have no idea what you're saying, though, do you?"
"Two children went missin
The Siren - 13A half-step behind Sandie, Mike heard it, too.The Siren - 13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And it was mind-blowing. It sounded like angels, he thought, but he knew better than that. There was a far more down-to-earth explanation sitting on the couch – or at least, a more tangible one, he corrected himself. There were goosebumps on his arms and a shiver deep inside his spine, a sense of something not quite right. Still, he let himself stop in the doorway to listen, and for a moment, just a moment, he let himself fly.
Then the sound stopped, and that thing was standing at the end of the hall, its bald head cocked to one side, staring at them through impassive black eyes. The elation began to ebb, and Mike shook himself, entertaining a sneaking suspicion that John Doe was sucking up his happiness like a sponge. That was fair enough, he supposed; it was not really his in the first place.
“Shit,” Sandie whispered with a kind of dazed reverence.
Mike looked over to see tears in her eyes. She wiped them away hastil