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Strung OutConsider me hanging on the line,Strung Out in Free Verse More Like This
a dress without a body waiting for the sun,
vibrant when she's not heavy, waterlogged.
As a child, I enjoyed making orange smiles,
while wondering why we didn't have
a clothesline stretching from tree to tree
like I'd seen on the television.
I admired the way skirts became birds,
picked up by the wind they adored,
while sheets grabbed the wind like a sail,
and the clouds were always made of cotton,
and the denim sat like lead.
Now every time I put myself out to dry,
the sky gets heavy and breaks on me.
I am halfway towards being ready,
and then the rain rips me down again.
Maybe that's why
EasyWas there ever a girl so strange?Easy in Free Verse More Like This
Smoky hearted, grabbed at the waist
by the next passing breeze.
She keeps one foot stuck in
the wrong side of her conscience,
the other grounded in nothing.
She replaces men like lipstick, she
wears her promiscuity like
last night's perfume.
A Cold RenewalMake me pure,A Cold Renewal in Free Verse More Like This
like today's unmarked snow.
Windows are glowing with warmth,
soft amber lighting that casts itself in
stained glass fragments across these
glittering wastes.
I want release to color me
in that same way,
relief washing me out and
re-painting me in golden tones
that only letting go could understand.
And so,
I unclench my tired hands and
trade bitter sighs for peace.
Papercuts and RecollectionsI had forgotten your love lettersPapercuts and Recollections in Free Verse More Like This
until they cut my finger when I
grazed the bottom of my drawer.
Folded crisp and neat,
some of the ink had smudged like
the crimson filling the whorls of my thumb.
I could hear your voice clearly,
saturated in the scrawling script.
You promised me forever,
now forever's gone.
Lost in that rush of reanimated feeling,
I could almost remember
the way your cheek felt resting
warm against my hair,
how you smelled like home.
The traces of you lingered like
the last hours of yesterday
before turning to the smell of dust
and the feel of paper too dry
to write on again.
HeavyWhen you let me goHeavy in Free Verse More Like This
by the side of the road,
please remember the string
that you tied to my soul.
I'm the balloon you inflated
just to let go;
the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
Why'd you have to cut this
delicate cord,
the thin wire trailing
from my heartbeat to yours?
Remember the science of
the desolate sky,
because the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
SleeplessBack pressed against the wall,Sleepless in Free Verse More Like This
I stare into three o'clock nothings.
Left with watered-down thoughts,
exhausted, mumbled musings,
I have little more to do than
mutter myself down from
whatever fight I'm losing against myself
as the stars grow all the dimmer.
What about sleepless exhaustion
destroys the barrier between
stream of consciousness and the
structured mind?
All I Ask (Beseeching the Crows)I want to sing to the crowsAll I Ask (Beseeching the Crows) in Free Verse More Like This
that they might stop their
raucous shouting to
cock their heads and listen.
Up in the branches,
where the wind twists her hair,
my voice carries soft and
is lost in their black-feathered throats.
Were they silent,
perhaps God would hear
the heavy note hanging
in my soul-twisting calls.
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
The hours,
minutes,
they are dead
and the second hand stutters,
heartbroken.
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.
AdriftRun headlong into the wind with me.Adrift in Free Verse More Like This
We are only ships on this endless blue,
without anchor, north star, or compass spinning.
Find me as I lose myself with you.
Nevermind the WinterTrack the robins through the cloud-cover,Nevermind the Winter in Free Verse More Like This
and tell me where they're going.
Would you follow them?
Spring rests in their talons,
and I reach for it.
I rise like the crocus,
glowing like an afternoon
of laying in the daffodils.
Find my footprints in the April mud,
because I am hope
and I follow the robin.
Under Organic MatterA mould of my face was taken,Under Organic Matter in Free Verse More Like This
the hollow inverse of my muscle structure
is pushed outward by bone.
I have in my hands
my face in clay,
forever nineteen,
a death mask for a body
not yet ready to die.
I must preserve each of my body parts,
so I can stay this way
and age beneath
the hard plaster cast,
where none shall see
time’s ticking work.
November 6thNovember 6thNovember 6th in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like leaving my signature
On an unemployment slip
Or the front cover of my novel
That too few wish to read,
I cut myself.
Instead of telling
My counsellor or psychotherapist
I tell a red bound book
In a café restaurant.
Temperate seasonsTemperate seasonsTemperate seasons in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The fields in winter
Are too hard to plough
Though boot heels
Of pedestrians try;
Top soil churned
Hiding the hoof prints.
Walking forwards into wind
The sky seems slanted,
Diagonally it rains
On fields
That in December
Grow nothing
But drink for the coming doubt.
Leaves fall under the same sun
That witnessed birth from bud,
Now is fertilizer
For the spring time
That dark afternoons
Must soon be acquainted.
She Crossed the High-street SlowlyEach niche attemptsShe Crossed the High-street Slowly in Free Verse More Like This
to form a counter-culture
and exceeds only in imitation,
giving some sense of validity
to the horse corpse they're beating.
Tomorrows plans are formed from
last night's T.V. broadcasts,
accessed routinely through the internet
on screens of varied ratio,
held in one hand or two
around the table at a coffee shop;
or marketing suit;
or lecture theatre
and there you'll find her.
She'll defend her hair and make-up –
the frenetic colour scheme
makes her feel herself, she'll claim.
On her sweat-shop tee-shirt
there's some iconography
she didn't recognise
or take the time to decipher.
She wore it out
Change as CartographyChange as CartographyChange as Cartography in Free Verse More Like This
My face is changing.
I feel it when pressing fingertips
Into my cheekbones
And where my bottom jaw
Meets the twice pierced ear.
It protrudes with clenched teeth –
In anger; in awe; in hiding tears in public.
The muscle comes and defines
The angle of my head when I tilt it.
The hair on my top lip darkens.
It gives the razor an excuse
To know my face.
The skin seems younger
Stretched across my skeleton,
It has now discovered my age:
I am twenty.
Each morning I shave
And note the growth.
I'm used to the stench
And the feel
Of disinfectant and bleach.
And bleach on my hands,
The scent clings hour
The Green Waves of Midland EnglandThe Green Waves of Midland EnglandThe Green Waves of Midland England in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Silver skinned trees –
Birches bear the wood
And cast passing horses
In shade.
Dew drops on grass blades
Glisten;
From afar it seems
As if the sea
Had found its way
In land.
I try to fit my feet
Into hoof prints,
I am unable
And to the stable they lead,
I follow.
The stable hand attempts to put
A feedbag
On my mouth,
I refuse her.
Put upon my knees
I am saddled,
Chained
And left to walk and graze
The field.
I find with every revolution
The grass and the dew
Looks less like the coast.
November 7thNovember 7thNovember 7th in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A girl, the epitome,
Of what attracts me
Serves coffee
And a blueberry muffin.
Her name is Grace – ironic.
From her holiday in Brittany
She has returned,
My confusion did not vacate with her,
So shamefully I cut myself
Between breakfast
And showering.
I feel female
As I don't know
How a man must act
Or sense.
Surely it cannot be
The brutish hominoids
I see on streets;
I am struggling with that.
Somewhere in ScandinaviaShe stands barefoot on broken glassSomewhere in Scandinavia in Free Verse More Like This
and precious stones,
wearing white cotton
with crumpled cuffs and collar.
Unbuttoned at the neck
and the leg,
her shirt billows with the wind,
making shapes of her silhouette
that exaggerates the size of the space
between her thighs.
Under a conifer tree
in a forest-full of them,
she feels the frost on bare breasts,
and in the black tangled length of her hair.
Her vast dark eyes are sunken
and stare in one direction.
She swore she saw a man there
standing in the freezing wind
that turns her pink lips pale.
PurifyIn a sinkPurify in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Of bleach, bicarb and disinfectant
I add soap for the sake of it
In an attempt
To wash my hands of you;
It only burns my skin –
Red raw and peeling.
I wrap them in cling film
And black backed tape.
I pad like an alley cat
On the glass
Of stolen cars
And broken windows,
Though I'm not light enough
To avoid bleeding
And so leave
A trail behind me.
I'm mailing out my medical record
As much as my CV
While I wait
And take
My tattoos off
With a Stanley blade
To re-arrange them
Into another shape.
With her HandI have always thought less of the leechWith her Hand in Free Verse More Like This
For needing another's life force
To sustain itself.
I have corrected this assumption.
I need her lips on my forehead
And her hand in mine
To keep depression more of a conversation topic
When we are together.
Feeling sleepless is bearable
If she's there to share my bed with.
It's like thinking, except there's responses.
That state is a kind of conduit;
Sex then is communication,
A heightened sense where we confess
Ourselves to one another.
As she lays on hands
My mind and spirit feel the benefit also.
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 a
Where the world makes senseI let my head on this pillow, everytime I sinkWhere the world makes sense in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where all the heavy thoughts rest and the heart sings
Between the world's pain and my agony, there is a place
I close the eyes, I breathe, I rise and I'm there again
I am the same child again,chasing the summer breeze
Carrying all the colorful dreams on my shoulders
With eyes as big as the waves, and a heart where birds nest
There, where every butterfly takes colors from my palms
And the thirsty deers come drink from my spring
There where the world made sense
I am there, and the restless mind is home for peace
When you told me joy had features and a face, my face
I touch the sandy be
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
Heart Shape PetalsThe broken flower travelsHeart Shape Petals in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
From the green abyss to the corners of my eyes
Sits there, waits the heart shape petals
Your angel suffers, a dying bird on my cheek
On my palms he drew the map
Don't follow me , he said, my heart is your light
When the sun comes up again, throw the ashes
Where the broken flower lives, as it lives no more
Where words dance, each in a different dress
Take my heart from the book of prayers
And let the river of sadness pours into my eyes
Thank you for your love, my last miracles
Thank you for your love, where God's secret lies
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
Le
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 word
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
Born to Love YouGod created trees, mountains and seasBorn to Love You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
God blew life in the soft tulips
And God gave life to all human soul
But, before and all
God made the seven angels his witnesses
And God said: This woman is for this man
Every little creature, every rock,
Every leaf on evey tree heard God say:
'Her heart will beat to love him '
And every light breez, every sun light,
And every heart inside every life smiled
For they all knew God makes no mistakes
We met love, millions of years ago
We met before the book of destiny,
Before the heart knew how to live and die
Before you and İ
İn a time before this time,
The day immortality
A Letter to my FatherFather,A Letter to my Father in Letters More Like This
Today, It's been nine months and nineteen days since I left. Three thousand kilometers of distance. This is the longest period of time that we have been apart. I miss you, I remember you all the time. Suddenly, I remember things I did not think about before, suddenly they all keep jumping in my face, so many memories, some warm, some cold, some tough, and some just beautiful.
Do you know that I can remember the days you were teaching me the Arabic alphabet and the French Alphabet. Whenever we have a guest, I run to them and start shouting " A,B,C,D,E,F......." Th
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
I am a Hearta dichotomy of existence.I am a Heart in Free Verse More Like This
fragile and yet power filled;
breath fueling while stimulating life
defined by more than physiology, beyond biology.
life and death dividing,
pierce me with metal or word, and I bleed.
the ultimate unseen witness to each thought and every action.
broken, still healing in fused pieces the world leaves behind.
I am a heart.
worn for the world to see,
I shine from behind a child's eyes,
cherish lovers with passion's kiss
and comfortably wrap friendship with love.
I am more than a muscle, my numbered days unknown.
I take in all you see, that which you embrace,
and hold tomorrows aspirations safe in this dark mysteri
Invisible wingsIdle invisible wings;Invisible wings in Free Verse More Like This
yet to be used.
Far from impotent,
only resting;
waiting for a favorable wind, a tidy stream of air.
Strength was built upon pain,
while love and devotion built devotion and love.
Longing to drink from the rim of sovereignty,
yearning to fly-
we wait, my wings and I;
and dream of the flawlessness found
in deep, soul felt happiness; it's undeniable promise
sustaining.
DesirousDesirous—Desirous in Free Verse More Like This
enveloping and preserving, we
fall into an endless age of
soft skin
rough hands
and stars that blind
behind closed eyes.
Time Divides—
a great gulf churns,
filled with a cacophony of our secrets,
needs and desires separating the press of today from
soft skin
rough hands
and your dark eyes that bind me.
Like A Mirror.
the sweetest sighs
layered upon, drenched within and
threaded through,
my soft skin
with your rough hands and resonant voice-
hearing my heart's desire through the shroud of this surface.
See. Behold. Embrace. Entwi
JulyJuly was a month of a capella nights,July in Free Verse More Like This
Red heliotrope scores and blanched
Methadone eyes.
A singing of nerves hewn to a cry:
Fine-tuned and skinned
To carpal ascension,
The quivers of a quaver
Due to crescendo.
I hovered, wing-like, on the husk
Of schizocarp dreams,
But sprang forth undone
By chorus and synchrony.
LandscapesI watch your spine twist into a tree,Landscapes in Free Verse More Like This
Gnarled and branching, the furled
Eyebrows of craggy sea;
Your feet valleyed, knees hunched
In ragged sirocco winds.
I watch the tundra whisper winter
Down your sternum, fjords unravelling
Each rib, curled like foetus coves
In terracota wombs.
I watch:
The earth lisping
Across your folds, sifting
Your pangea mold.
AugustAugust passed by with drunken gait,August in Free Verse More Like This
Lurching forward, sprawling back,
Staggering, staggering,
In drunken haze.
Days span by,
Loomed long, snapped shut—
A mousetrap traipse, and—
All along, all alone:
Nights and haunting,
Dawn and wanting.
SeptemberLong before winter,September in Free Verse More Like This
September took shelter
In white night cataracts
And sleepwalkers drifting
Through anti-gravity snow.
The sky dipped over blunted
Rooftops, arsenic-hued,
Like cold-tipped fingers
And asphyxiation.
I wafted through the hours,
The days, the weeks:
Airless, so airless,
Craving gravity.
In A Past LifeI was a Spanish woman,In A Past Life in Free Verse More Like This
thick hair & loose hips
browning under the Latin sun.
I tied his eyes in knots,
his belly in nooses
from which his every
ambition hung.
I laughed like water falls
& excited his fingertips
one-by-one.
And my sigh -
delicate,
delicious
on his lips
left him undone.
Jan Finley I was born in Seattle, raised in Seattle, and will die in Seattle. My father is a retired priest at St. David's Episcopal Church. He raised me to be a good Christian girl, but it didn't stop me from getting into some trouble. When I was fourteen I met a boy named Derick. He was sixteen and confident, which made him sexy despite his acne and twiggy build. He popped my cherry in Mineral Springs Park, after I let him beat me at Frisbee golf. It was an uncommonly sunny day in March, and a kiss by the oak tree led to a rushed and unsatisfying introduction to the wonderful world of sex.Jan Finley in Sketches More Like This
Six weeks later, I noticed my period was late. I told Deric
I Am Not UglyWeek 1I Am Not Ugly in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Why don't you like your body?" Kim asked. Noticing my eyes focused on her pen, she laid it and the yellow legal pad on the table between us. I didn't bother to look at the scribbles there. I knew what they would say.
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Low self-esteem. Victim of sexual abuse. Negative self-image. Possibly related to attacker's verbal abuse.
"Because I'm ugly." My fingers found a strand of lanky blond hair and started to twist. Around and around, tighter and tighter. Eventually, strands were pulled from my scalp, but I didn't notice. Pain had stopped existing.
"Why do you think that?" Kim shifted in
Desolateif you are parched tonight,Desolate in Free Verse More Like This
the pale of your lips cracked
with thirst for that which
will not claim you;
if you hunger -
the deep and shallow collapsing
into slivered vibrations;
if blindness rejects you, says
no, watch now.
this is the way of it;
if you are breathing the world
into cinders, inhaling each poison
on purpose, striving
toward an apocalypse
because that is chaos
we can categorize,
then you may understand.
b. 1954He was born to Elvis' first dreamy hitb. 1954 in Free Verse More Like This
& a mother who preferred it to the soft
thumpthump heartbeat of her infant.
He was born to a world suffering
the high-pitched paranoia of racism,
the tight lows of war ad nauseam,
the slow slaps of McCarthyism.
He was born to a family familiar
with the thrilling thwack of ringed
fingers on flesh, to a father
who fled the frenzy in favor
of that mellow bass at death.
He was born the first son
and assumed the lead, progressed
from child to man at percussive speed;
Papa was a father long before me,
playing mother as well for siblings in need.
But seventeen came swiftly, and brought a new
The Golden FeatherThe Golden FeatherThe Golden Feather in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Midsummer nights revive old tales
And magic long forgotten
Mayflies above the lake play scales
Clouds reflect fields of cotton
Cool soothing breeze tangles the hair
Of green carpets on meadows
Where butterflies and poppies share
Kisses nestled in shadows
So lightly, barely touching ground
There hand in hand walk lovers
Two hearts by velvet sunset crowned
Reign over fragile flowers
Like ancient phoenix earth is burned
Each evening in sun's tether
For us, fools, meant to crave and yearn
Stays love - a golden feather
Ribcage SymphoniesRibcage SymphoniesRibcage Symphonies in Free Verse More Like This
Passion has no taste
It just burns your tongue
While fingers compose symphonies
On nameless ribcages
Black widows don't label their pets
Other than with dull numbers
Making disappointing engagements
Worthwhile episodes of a life wasted
On selfish charity, superiority
Damage of clarity of human heart
Dwelling frightened, cracked and murky
In its fragile shell
Soul is a carton box
That implodes in heavy rain
While rays of sun in a marmalade jar
Mean a miracle, if piled up carefully
A man says he met God in the subway
What most don't want to listen to
See, mirror is the one true friend
As it always smiles
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
A Heretic's PsalmA Heretic's PsalmA Heretic's Psalm in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His features shows me every face
I meet in crowd of empty space
Long ago I have lost control
Merciful devil, bless my soul
My eyes give his figure a smack
Leaving stigmata on his back
Draw him nearer's my only goal
Merciful devil, bless my soul
Darkest night to me reveals trace
To Lune's cold silver ears I howl
Deliver him to my embrace!
Merciful devil, bless my soul
Here I stand, hailing deities black
Begging them to hallow my prowl
Make him mine, let me meet my rack
Merciful devil, bless my soul
After The RainAfter The RainAfter The Rain in Free Verse More Like This
Soaked with holy rain
Of love you were making
To the shell that contains
The real me
Enraptured by your face's reflections
Gleaming in puddles resting
On my country's torso
I can't tell where you end
And I begin
Nor where these tears come from
And where sweet moments go to
When they say farewell
To what you left in me
And what you took away
Out of drawers
Those I didn't know I had at all
A VisionA VisionA Vision in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Celibacy of thoughts
Hurts mind just like broken glass
From violated window panes
Makes sore feet bleed in extasy
When all the effort put into
Melting sand and cooling it
Is turned to waste
By just one kiss of
An eager stone
On a million perfect flaws
Of what once was
A single flawless perfection
Disturbed dreams dance
Celebrating tomorrows
Those will never come
While shameless innocence
Is patiently laying herself
Down to sleep
Beyond HorizonBeyond HorizonBeyond Horizon in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Come, take my hand, sweet little boy
Let's run as fast as lightning
To place filled with laughter of joy
From nightly visions frightening
Keep creepy shadows on the walls
And ghosts behind the curtain
Go with me soar through open door
To where there's no more hurting
The morning star will bless our skies
No vicious smirks of demon
Dust on the road will heal the eyes
And poor wounded heart bleeding
Don't be afraid of anything
Hidden beyond horizon
Just make sure to not loosen grip
On hands of angels guiding
Where Storms Come FromWhere Storms Come FromWhere Storms Come From in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In these arms of mine you would
Have searched for light of dawn
But in the game of love
Every king becomes a pawn
Knight's shiny armour rusts
And burning passion chills
What previously saved our lives
Now recklessly kills!
Who is now to say to me
Oh, sweet brother of mine,
Where storms do come from
And what truth dwells in wine?
Love - both punishment and crime
Slowly fading away
A riddle meant to stay unsolved
Until our dying day
Chorus:
Tell me how to stay whole
When it rains in my soul
Things go out of control
After first teardrops fall
Fears of past standing tall
Bleeding wounds they recall
W
Stitched LipsStitched LipsStitched Lips in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In front of you I'm powerless
Wind's breath lost among willows
So it's only my pillows
To whom love I can confess
Sometimes I wish to disappear
My voice and hands do tremble
Then all I do is ramble
On my own and swallow tear
So bitter compared to a kiss
I once hope to deliver
Sultry, yet tender quiver
Will provide that I won't miss
Until then I'll keep my lips stitched
Reveries my heart feeding
At least dreams won't be bleeding
For their treasure have been ditched
Blisters And BlissBlisters And BlissBlisters And Bliss in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Though city lights show pavement gleaming
In hidden corners tears are streaming
A broken heart to purify
Heretic thoughts tempt righteous falling
While sin viciously keeps on strolling
Some twisted truth to testify
Each day new hand the old replaces
And soon the crowd counts thousand faces
All of them turned the other way
Who is to blame for rage tormenting
That seems to never be relenting,
Dreams those don't make it through the day?
Though world's dark shadows keep deceiving
To save yourself don't stop believing
In word that carved in gold stays plain
And like an angel's wing defending
Brings bliss, hope
AbrasionsYou cannot say your heart has stopped in your chest, because it is pounding so hard and so fast that your hands clench and unclench to its erratic tempo. So much so that your eyesight blurs and your breaths cross in many wanton attempts to succeed a normal pace. Your chest compresses and all the weight from your knees lifts – you seek the floor as a companion, a burial place.Abrasions in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It is here all things unmend. The sweating palm is limp and the phone is unhanded. Your eyes lift. But the words are too heavy to liberate you.
Get to the hospital. There's been an accident…
Y
Dorian GrayIt has taken tenure in my body,Dorian Gray in Free Verse More Like This
This absolution of conceit.
Wafting parlor music seeps in,
And it prickles along my skin –
Resounds –
And echoes out the banister.
O hear you me,
My only I:
I am compulsion raw and severance deep.
I am wild and vain,
I am auspicious and fetid
And I have entranced myself to the brim.
You can take these scowls,
Your decay,
Your virtues and your decadence,
And reap them of me dye by dye
As die I never shall.
The poet's umbilical fortuity,
The artist's wish to be courtier –
It is intolerably transitory,
As I have seen all around me laid to dust.
You've left me cavernous and spo
Apate :Of Greed:I lived in a fire.Apate :Of Greed: in Free Verse More Like This
I crept through the spine
And now ġearufolm, solid:
I watch.
For collapsing, disclosure,
Monetary disembowelment,
Have I not honored enough?
I played keeps in a jester's hands,
With a winsome sin, I smiled.
(Along, along, treat them on!)
They hissed for it, yearningly,
Unwarily, feastingly,
Clipping their claws on their coins.
So how!
They argued, they begged –
They wailed until those umbilical coveters
Were sinew and soil
In a casket of coffers.
I Am A TreeI am a tree of only seed and rootsI Am A Tree in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Without the sun upon my foliage –
A kingdom underneath the blackened soot;
A buried thorn; a sage of night's mirage.
You are a garden blossomed all year round.
The winter's gust would never shake your limbs,
For color stays the monarchy you crowned
And rainbow buds do open, glowing, slim.
Young glory tints the shelter of your leaves
Whilst I drink of the sky's grey tears and grow.
Equal in strength, but beauty you bereave
From me, and bask in semblance lush, aglow.
And I as roots will brace your muddy feet
For eyes of man to glimpse your floral treat.
Best FriendsFingering the dirt salt woundsBest Friends in Free Verse More Like This
In an attempt to make man out of misery
And this is a failure
Speaking like a fine earthworm
Digging till the despair is undersized
And this is a failure
Seeking refuge in cave uncollapsed
To find the welcome spreading of sisterhood
And this is a failure
Parading in lachrymose gleam
I am flawlessly executing my contentment
And this is a failure
Meeting middle ground, only
To find solitary, inconceivable neglect
To my singular, insufferable regret
And this was your failure.
In Loving MemoryWithin the aphotic recesses of my heartIn Loving Memory in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Exists a place left torn apart
A hole my friend did occupy
My dearest friend too young to die
His memories float through my mind
But, memories are all I find
He is gone and I bereft
An empty space is all that's left
He is better off today
His pain and suffering gone away
Cancer can exact its toll
But, cancer can not take a soul
I wonder what he'd have to say
To hear me carry on this way
Yet, he is gone and I remain
With wounded heart and much disdain.
Trapped?I wonder if its clear to seeTrapped? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That I am trapped in masonry.
These powerful wings did once fly free
Before these walls did capture me.
There are forces here not understood
As evil tries to conquer good.
This wall of stone that holds me still
Has taxed my strength, but not my will.
Even in the hands of death
I strive to take just one more breath.
In that breath new strength it brings
To badly bruised and battered wings.
I know now what I must do
This prison wall I WILL break through.
Once again these wings will fly
Unfettered through the open sky.
The End of the RoadI journeyed down the long, winding road.The End of the Road in Free Verse More Like This
My muscles ached, my old bones weary from the journey.
I looked up and there she stood before me.
I caught death's gaze and beheld her beauty.
She had come to rescue me, at last.
No more pain and sorrow.
I felt such peace as she cradled me in her bosom.
Safe from danger in her arms.
Finally she had found me as I drew my last breath.
Ushering me into my eternal rest.
When God CriedI have a problem with myself, I really know not why,When God Cried in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But when I get depressed in life I find it's hard to cry.
Society has told me it's not the manly thing to do,
And when I have a hurt inside I tend to think that's true.
I feel if I cried out loud, some would never understand.
They'd mock at me and laugh at me and say I'm not a man.
They'd say I'm not in control and that I'm insecure,
And then they'd just walk away and leave me with no cure.
Then, I wonder what would happen if I never cried,
The problems would keep building up and tear me down inside.
I wonder and I ask my Lord if it's alright to cry.
He tells me, "I cried too, wh
Lost LoveI thought I was the only one who cried,Lost Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The only one to be alone and blue.
I thought of you, my heart broke and I sighed,
And all I ever thought about was you.
But you were away for so very long,
Even though my heart was mended, I knew;
That never again would I hear your song,
Or the words that you would say that were true:
"Surely you always meant so much to me."
But still I knew that happiness was near,
And I knew that my spirit would be free.
And I would never again hate or fear,
Falling in love with a girl pretty as you
Or a girl's love that ever was so true.
Pursuit of HappinessPerhaps this boat contains a note.Pursuit of Happiness in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A note that just might stay afloat.
If the note arrives some place.
It might just be his saving grace.
Perhaps a lady will find the note.
Inscribed within this paper boat.
She might be searching herself, you see.
To find her soul mate, just like he.
Perchance the boat should sink before,
It ever arrives upon her shore.
Their hopes of finding happiness
Might end in tragedy nonetheless.
Rather think of the love they'd know
Simply by which way the winds did blow.
Far fetched as it might seem to you
This paper boat could unite the two.
As lonely as this man was
His life changed forever just beca
SSSSSSnake's LifeThe serpentine snake slidesSSSSSSnake's Life in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Slowly down the s-curve of her spine.
Slithering sexily southward
Showing off her slender shape.
Stopping only after sampling
Every soft sensuous piece of skin.
Satisfied to stretch itself out
Surrendering now to slumber.
Car CrashOne dark and dreary nightCar Crash in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On a highway in the rain
He turned to the bottle
To rid himself the pain
His parents broke up when
He was only ten
The kids at school told him
He didn't fit in then
He felt depressed
Afraid and alone
With all odds against him
He came undone
A young boy dies in a car crash
Drunk and crazy
Everyone calls it an accident
But was that it really?
Sta.sh
