Strung OutConsider me hanging on the line,
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 we bought a machine
to wring the water from our clothes,
because there was no risk of bad weather inside.
StuckYour empty gaze was the crack in the road,Stuck in Free Verse More Like This
staring past the pool colored
almost the same shade as last summer's paint job
meant to cover up the scratches
you left on the passenger door
when you were one tequila past sober.
I am a fly trapped in this spiderweb crack
that catches the blue-red urgency of
midnight sirens that you summoned without speaking.
They can't drown out the soundtrack
of our last sixteen seconds,
all caught in my head as if to prove
I don't want it there.
You looked up from letting your fingers linger
on the radio dial when your song came on,
laughing about how it reminded you of cotton candy
and your first boyfriend's cologne,
when your summer eyes caught the headlights,
like stained glass in full sun,
and all you could say was
You always talked about how
if you had three wishes you'd spend one on flying,
but I don't think this is what you meant.
I still have dreams about you telling me
the experience wasn't worth it.
I still reach for telephone to tell you
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.
Blink and You'll Miss ItThe wind reminds me ofBlink and You'll Miss It in Free Verse More Like This
the empty space to my left,
which I swear you filled
only minutes ago.
But if I rested my hand
where you were sitting,
it would be just as cold as
the realization that you're gone.
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.
GodGod is in her rocking chair,God in Free Verse More Like This
wood creaking as she hums back and forth.
I want to climb onto her sun-warmed lap,
breathe in the smell of air dried dresses,
May breezes caught in her floral-print skirt.
Her hands are gentle as they stroke my hair,
her knitting going still when I rest my head
on her knees where her yarn was.
She holds me as I cry.
Like a Leaf on the Wind...He exhaled slowly,Like a Leaf on the Wind... in Free Verse More Like This
his lungs tangled in October air,
his mouth like a wrinkle
in the hospice sheets.
His granddaughter reveled
in bringing him lilies;
they sat on the windowsill like a memory.
Half-dried in their vase,
they were pungent as mortality.
Those flowers were dying
and so was he;
what was this room if not a vase,
his wilting on display?
He sat, a drooping bloom,
contemplating the Maple by his window;
how its foliage resembled anything
from God's golden mercy
They whispered secrets through the open pane,
about dropping from the branch to dance again;
how it must feel like being in love.
He remembered his wife,
who loved him more than Autumn,
who he liked to imagine was waiting for him.
He missed her.
When the next leaf leapt
from its former home,
he closed his eyes
and went with it.
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.
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
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.
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.
Honorary Sun SpotI'm going to tie a stringHonorary Sun Spot in Free Verse More Like This
around the new dawn
and make the sun my balloon.
I won't let go as it keeps rising,
I just need warmth and this seems
like the best way to find it,
the day taking me with it
round the world.
Take a picture of your rooftop,
and I'll wave as I go by.
My Rainbow bucketThe gentle touch of your lips on my cold foreheadMy 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 shadow sits behind my back,
Watches, waits for me to move,
I will not move
It Keeps taking all the light,
It 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 the black ugly shadow slips down
With his tiny wrinkled hands, he runs in shame
Hides behind the door, waits for th
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
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
I am a PoetYou ask me who I am , where did I come fromI am a Poet in Free Verse More Like This
I say: I am a poet, I was born out of the blazing silk of my words
My heart is an eternal rebel, since the dawn of creation
I'm the master of my own words, the keeper of God's secret
I'm the story of that rose shivering on the freezing hill
I live in that oasis of light, in a world beyond your world
The stars stare at my hopes, and hell trembles between my fingers
The night dreads my pain, the morning sleeps on my pillow
I create my words from the tissue of my veins
I weave the images from the feather of my eyelids
I wash my sins away, when I repent between the lines
My words move slowly between your palms, climb to your soul
To hug that poet, who sleeps between the chambers of your heart
When the world is mud, thorns and empty substance
I create my own, where the ground is basil and the walls are none
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
A Letter to my FatherFather,A Letter to my Father in Letters More Like This
Today, It has 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......." They smile and ask me who thaught you all this, I run to you, I hug you and I say " Dad taught me".
You took me to the beach, you taught me how to love it, this is why now the beach is where I find my soul, where my heart feels at home, where I feel a very strong sense of belonging I dont quite understand. We went to
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 beach , and one heart is never enough
I eat from every daisy in the white field, I drink the morning dew
I cover my cold skin with sunlight and sunflowers petals
Every now and then, I let my head sink, I let the world sink
I go back where I can hug the sky and walk on foamy clouds
Where I can be a little bird, that small daisy in a white field
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
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 began
When God said : She belongs to this man
BirdtalkI know that the Starman will be waiting in the sky, butBirdtalk in Free Verse More Like This
I don't think about it under these fluorescent lights
I remember when Wal-Mart wasn't a hospital, the world
wasn't a graveyard, and my spine wasn't ripped out
Didn't the birds used to talk? I seem to remember that
StarsFat and fuzzy stars tonight, baby blue comfortStars in Free Verse More Like This
Singing lullabies, soothing through the cold clear night
Promises of spring;
Windowpane lookers, abandon your sorrow
Wide-eyed children, believe that tomorrow
Unseen, the stars
The stars still sing
Before The Stars FadeThe world has grown smaller, more insignificantBefore The Stars Fade in Free Verse More Like This
Little men run about in the darkness, screaming their inanities
Quiet listening is abandoned in favor of shouting louder
over the top of one's neighbors
Dreams once soft and sweet have become meat for them
to tear apart and grind with their teeth, demanding recognition
But no one is ever fulfilled, untiringly grasping at shadows
The world shrinks a little more, and children grow up fast
I can hear the screaming and shouting from my bed, through
closed windows, all want to make their presence known
Seeing like a cat, hearing like a bat, I feel the need to go out and
shout with them, to howl my existence, to
eat fresh dreams
Dying is no way to live, but its all we seem capable of doing
Last one on earth, please turn off the lights
Maybe we can remember one dream that hasn't been mauled, one last time
One smile before the stars all fade and we're left with nothing
and become nothing
EastMy window faces east, I sit at my desk and stareEast in Free Verse More Like This
at the headlights crawling west past the backlit buildings
Sometimes I watch from the roof, looking west
just to get a different view, but it's all the same
Days come and go, nights come and go, but I stay
There's a place by the ocean I dream about, early morning mist
grey water, grey skies becoming blue, solitude, stillness
I keep a key in my pocket with "love" written on it, and wonder
what it might unlock; maybe trade the city dust for ocean spray
Someday, one day, but not today, it's never today
I close the blinds against the rising of the sun and go back to work
But the key in my pocket is warm against my thigh, it says "fly"
But I wait; fate will find me in the right place at the right time
It always does, somehow, and my brain whispers to my heart
to be patient, good things wait, but farther down the line
Eventthe stars are sharp and the wind has teethEvent in Free Verse More Like This
night is black as a bodybag
clanking, buzzing sounds surround
as the wind has its way with the town
dimlights from the hospital over there
cheerios in milk over here
the night ripped in two by the surgeons saw
the dreamless, the hopeless, the flawed
(sometimes the world shifts on its axis
and never settles right again)
the wind is sharp and the stars have teeth
chewing through the darkness
eating dreams, vomiting dust to the ground
the surgeon pulls his mask down
nothing more that we could do
goodnight, i've other things to tend to
bonesaw and flatline sounds surround
as the wind has its way with the town
ScabbageCrust clings to skin, puckered edges spreading redScabbage in Free Verse More Like This
On elbows and knees, shouting out where you’ve been
Raised white lines across wrists indicate attempts
Salvation, damnation, maybe just blissful sleep
Fog rolls in your eyes, bees buzz in your head
You paint the world bright and colorful, sarcastically
Because all you’ve ever known was darkness
And you do like your primary colors to dream in
Walk down the street, head hung low, mumbling
Expecting nothing from the world, and getting it
Knives in your eyes and poison on your tongue
Born to be crucified; who am I to deny you?
Love does not conquer all, not the likes of us
Festering wound souls finding a moment’s solace
Before the wind howls our names again
I am you, you are me; together we are we
Briefly opening the coffin lid to daylight’s touch
You raise your head high for me, and indicate love
Clasping hands, we jump together into the maelstrom
Leaving two hearts carved on an aging tree
LionA lion paces beneath my window,Lion in Free Verse More Like This
occasionally looking up.
Should I let him in?
The day is bright and mellow,
he looks harmless enough in this light
What do you think?
Oh. He's eating the postman.
A Dirty FloorThe yellowed linoleum is stained with uninterpretable patternsA Dirty Floor in Free Verse More Like This
Perhaps ten thousand nights of decadence, maybe ten thousand days of happy children
Thin sunlight through dirty windows shows only battered confusion
Leaving traces of lives that never meant a goddamned thing
No more than abstract patterns on a dirty floor
TiredI am tired, heavy-footed, worn with wear I wear my hairTired in Free Verse More Like This
Cold air blows through windows trying to nip the buds
I watch the cigarette smoke whip through the air currents
Saddened by the sun's insistence, shining on a day like
I am rust, I am crushed metal, junkyard darkness, graveyard
I can't remember when I remembered what I'm trying so hard
Fire in oil drums replace the sun and the screaming and singing's
I can't sing anymore, like Clancy can't, and the noise in my head's a
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quietFive AM in Free Verse More Like This
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
ArcanaOur tower burned.Arcana in Free Verse More Like This
When it was coupled with the sun,
we exchanged broken hearts
and said our goodbyes.
Ten swords later
and my memories of you are
rain and snow and leaves,
I will tell the children not to be afraid
of the devil and death,
change is good.
The near future holds two cups.
I say I love you but we have a problem,
we never held the world
in either of our hands.
Painting ThunderstormsI will remember you in flowers, dead and never given.Painting Thunderstorms in Free Verse More Like This
We are broken promises and shattered glass.
In your traitorous arms,
I wish I'd never closed my eyes,
You are like all good headaches
in that, you will fade away,
In painkillers and flowers on a grave.
Dirt and TearsMy head rested on your heart beats,Dirt and Tears in Free Verse More Like This
the bed smells of you but not of me.
In my future,
I can taste only asprin
dirt and tears.
No Other WayYou were never here to see meNo Other Way in Free Verse More Like This
but petrified decay floating
on waters of a life not seen enough days.
A life within a life, I believe will soon end.
It is not good enough to want to love.
You are not a far cry from your mothers nest
and it is not good enough to want to be sorry.
In the life of the lovers doomed to fail,
I see no other way out but to hate
but in the life of lovers scared of pain,
I see no other way.
And Now We Are LostYou were a sanctuary, pain and the endAnd Now We Are Lost in Free Verse More Like This
all in one man
I am the tangles
in my own hair.
This is our
past present and future.
And now we are lost
Mercy's DaughterSave your tears for oceansMercy's Daughter in Free Verse More Like This
that bleed for castaways.
Know the knife was calling
for an end to his serenade,
and mercy's daughter's dying
for the sea and its empty bay.
Mercy's daughter's dying
in the prayers of the thrown away.
To My Arms(trigger warning)To My Arms in Free Verse More Like This
expressed on one body part.
Every mark, a story,
comment or tear that should be forgotten,
but never is.
How else could I make you stop,
If mind burdens me,
then I burden skin.
I see no other way
to be, think,
the truth I know exists.
I am the only one who can stop,
finish it, heal.
But ripped skin never will.
They are marked, scared
MondayLines are not neededMonday in Free Verse More Like This
but they were there
all the same.
Sunday broke the peace
leaving Monday uncertain
and I walked away.
Maybe happiness should be earned
or won in a game.
I feel I have been played.
I know you didn't mean for this,
your intentions honest,
you told me the truth.
The truth as always,
is a death sentence
and here we are at deaths doorstep.
Your mind scattered
when reality stepped in
we are too old for fairytales.
I fear the choice has been made
by neither you or I.
These are not our lives to lead,
But a hand or a stop sign
at a cross road,
you must decide.
All I can say is it will be ok,
I am not certain it is true,
but then I never liked the truth anyway.
HeartMy heart exposed,Heart in Free Verse More Like This
I remove the arteries and veins,
tie them in a bow,
and pin the heart
to the notice board above my bed.
Her soul bled from her eyes
into the pool of tears
at her frozen feet.
She is so pretty, they say,
made of plastic, as she is.
Like a real girl,
she can breathe and love and die.
Hearts Grow Wild in Fields of BloodDaisys were never meant to dieHearts Grow Wild in Fields of Blood in Free Verse More Like This
for a constant supply of answers.
he loves me
he loves me not
To say love is like war,
is to say somebody will always die.
you love him
you love him not
Gift her with roses
the colour of hearts and blood.
mine for never
Petals fell from their bound hands
and oh how they looked like dreams.
thenIt came like a slow glass hurricanethen in Free Verse More Like This
Broke on us
rhythmrhythmrhythm in Free Verse More Like This
The rhythm's the same
It never changes
But as he dances
he always changes
with the synths
The drums beat fast
The drums beat deep
He sings a song
and lies to self and all
And finally he lies
Down and dies
But the flashing lights were fun
The sounds and sights were beautiful
It was worth it.
And so was I.
Lancelot Price 2014 January 16
seekerI wander much through such old country,seeker in Free Verse More Like This
a ghost who's thinking of other ghosts,
missing them and their effects,
an exile from the present, and from past.
firetrapfiretrapfiretrap in Free Verse More Like This
Once, there were hardwood floors in stores
even in the sixties
Bare of finish, and very real
Texture of life
Sound of footsteps that show we're here
In tiny stores run by Mom and Pop
like something from the Old West
or the Old East
and in modern streamlined outlets
run by nameless executives of something soon to be K-Mart
The seventies happened
The weak and cowardly
riding in their motorised walkers
armoured and armed
avoiding personal responsibility and personal Death
make a new rule on the spot
ignoring fifty years without a flame
overhead sprinkler systems
and the Firehouse two blocks away
filled with experts at stopping fire
Everything must be metal and glass
including more and more rules that cage life and freedom
And yet despite cages
and all of their armour
despite all their padded
Things passed.Things passed.Things passed. in Philosophical More Like This
I used to live somewhere else. Back there we had true autumn. On a foggy fall morning, just ahead of me in the mist, I could see Christmas, that time divine for its softly decorated trees and beautifully wrapped presents, quite ungarish. For some years, all was well, but then we moved South and Fall and Christmas were gone.
It was still winter when we moved in early January, so at first I didn't notice, I just thought that spring had come three months early. Everything was so different from the old place that I was completely caught up in adjusting to it all, and enjoying the new things and ways, but when September had gone by, and then October, and everything was still warm and bright, I began to notice that things were different here.
"The rules are different here." That's what they liked to say, those people who had lived here for more than my few months of habitation. Then November passed. And December. And still the sun was bright. It was then I r
flameslost lovesflames in Free Verse More Like This
we call them flames because we burned
we were oxygen
we were fuel
and when the fuel was gone
we were ashes floating
rain took us down to earth
mushed remains together
and when the sun returned
the dry remains
piled into something that had never been
alone as something new
ashesthe ashes of loveashes in Free Verse More Like This
just like always
the busses still run
where we once walked
we never quite went into
except to hot dog stands
Lots of onions and grease
and mustard in our minds
My mind, anyway
I look into the park
and see lakes
Lakes we never swam in
Never soaked in the ghostly emotion
never cooled enough to last
We burned on park edges
where I stand now
Watching a bus go by
With you on it.
Lancelot Price 2013 October 17
chancethe chance at lastchance in Free Verse More Like This
a rainy day on lake's grey water
there'll be no one sailing but us
left by the lazy and weak of spirit
for fireplaces and cozy chairs
and reading lights
only the truly alive and willing
lightly clad but afire with joy
could find this day of quiet beauty
disguised in cool and wet
a place of opportunity
Lancelot Price 2013 N0vember 15
slowerI see the heat of streetlights in your eyesslower in Free Verse More Like This
there is sulfur involved
snowflakes swirl in lumination orange and blue
you in your long black coat
hiding your military dress of antique brass buttons and navy blue in all its darkness
Remember that limousine we rode in
It was only hours ago
I remember the year when we met under the sky
and the only light was the sun
too bright for competition and yet you were brighter
and for those moments so was I
We never sat down in limos then
when we could run or lie together
Our bodies were faster than thought
We made so much and said so little
only hours ago we sat and spoke
our last words
we talked too much for years too many
without the old meaning of it
we said goodbye
anniversaryShadow slides back with sunriseanniversary in Free Verse More Like This
the text is revealed
That one day of the year
when sun penetrates the chamber and
lights wisdom from the side
to bring it to the seeming of relief
The god in bedrock smiles
The fools have returned
Ten thousand times
Lancelot Price 2013 November 26
StainsI.Stains in Free Verse More Like This
You burned the eggs and wrote scripture
in the shadows of a lunar eclipse.
I haven't slept for years, but it took the far away
scream of a siren to convince me that
the moon is a liar.
Body bags are filled with better men.
There are rivers of oil where I can't seem to break
The mirrors that flaunt your reflection.
You couldn't dare me to walk across that bridge.
You couldn't ask me to sit through a full sermon
and still remain humble.
I'll never be home before the street lights come on and
you'll never hold my hand in the day time.
We're both clinical fools.
"The only difference between poison and medicine is the dose "
Yet, our intentions were never good.
Lately I can only focus on how many days we have left
before ash blankets the entire sky.
Before my free will is no longer an issue.
I feel the most sympathy for the birds.
The ones who will fly across an ocean to find nothing on the other side.
Just a life boat buried in the sand.
You made those clou
CruxI’m only sure of two things:Crux in Free Verse More Like This
I still carry pieces of your cross on my back and
lilies were your favorite flower
Those last three months-
A silent drive home from the mall
purse full of stolen makeup
Dinners with my family where no one
bothered to make the conversion
Endless hours spent looking at paint samples
and I was smart to not buy the brushes
The line at the liquor store blended
with the lines on the road
At the same time with you
Then it was summer and you talked me into a country drive. We stopped on the side of the road to watch a cow giving birth in the center of a pasture. But, the calf never rose to its wobbly legs or felt the heat of the Indian summer….it never tasted dandelions.
The mother stood by the calf’s body
long past nightfall
and I stood by yours
long after that
Was this what we meant when we said forever?
Maker'sThe day passed-Maker's in Free Verse More Like This
a short breath in his memory.
By morning it was almost time.
By evening he was someone else
To him, it meant nothing
if the moonlight was tarnished.
That snow could stay black for another week.
Nothing can take back forgetting.
Vie NoirYou were the promise of regret,Vie Noir in Free Verse More Like This
destiny wrapped in an egg shell,
something that temperance would not allow.
And you looked at me with cloudy eyes,
sipping your excuses while choking on tomorrow.
(We were the privileged few that God chose to endure the hopeless)
And you cursed my name while confessing every lie.
My borders grew as you clawed for the limits of absolution.
(We were the privileged few whose skin was hard to pierce)
And you loaded that gun with false bravado and ill intent.
The world was watching as you aimed it at the future.
(We were the privileged few who never forget to empty the chamber)
And you stared into the nothing, hoping to find me there
High WaterIt took eleven weeks for my stomach to stop turning.High Water in Free Verse More Like This
White water reality, broken hands, splintered paddles.
If you ever felt inclined to place your head against my chest again,
you wouldn't hear a heart beat over the roar of water in my lungs.
If you ever desired to wrap your arms around my waist,
you would find that there is far less warmth to hold onto.
For now, we drown in the perfect darkness of canyon waters.
Like infant gods, we chose to carve these wounds into
the very foundation of our fabricated universe.
Deeper than the initials of youthful lovers.
Further inward, past yellow bone and soured marrow.
We've been forever spoiled by the idea of our own greatness.
(But when my body washes upon the shore, I will always try to find you.)
Acid Girl 04She once told me that Mexican nights were shorterAcid Girl 04 in Free Verse More Like This
With enough pills, October can be one long day
Those eyes never promised calm waves or Novocain
There's tequila in our mouthwash
The problem is I don't see this as a problem anymore
Nine out of ten dentists recommend swallowing the worm
An air conditioner is smoking somewhere downstairs
I breathed in the cold second hand and the minute stopped moving
We're only alive part time- cashing our rain checks in rubber boots
On the weekends, she doesn't know that it's the weekend
I'm always aware of footprints in the mud and snow
If they take the trash, it's Thursday
The puppy calendar on the fridge says 2009
Someone drew dicks on September's golden retriever
But this way, it's always three years before the Mayans ruin everything
The kitchen ants drown in the kitchen sink
One sheet of fly paper hangs from a horseshoe in the doorway
The stove can only been used to light roaches
A needle in the night stand makes a guest appearance
The liquor cabi
Not by Eastern Windows OnlySitting on dark roofs,Not by Eastern Windows Only in Free Verse More Like This
their lips were stained with bits of ash.
The garden was there to remind him
that he would always be in love.
Between her skin and the wildflowers,
he understood the evening lights.
Her black eyes were once as green as August.
Though he can't remember if it was
yesterday or long ago on a summer night.
He can't avoid the first snow fall.
Bricks and MortarI’m fully aware that I’m alive.Bricks and Mortar in Free Verse More Like This
And in this life, I find it hard to believe
that I could allow so many nights to
pass unnoticed and unaccompanied.
And in this world where seven billion
souls crawl over one another,
being alone is something of a miracle.
MurmurI only knew you in the whirlwind of summer.Murmur in Free Verse More Like This
Your likeness was cut from the shadow of an oak tree and
I buried myself in cigarettes. We imagined black ice-
prayed to fall through.
This is a prison of familiar days. We visit my many faces but
they are silent in your presence.
Can you smell my tired mind?
Labyrinths filled with people who refuse to fight you.
Meet me on the surface.
It will never be enough.
I know exactly how much a
blind heart weighs.
A Farewell to MoleskineI chose not to water your Oleanders.A Farewell to Moleskine in Free Verse More Like This
There was a reason, but it has dried in
my mind like those magenta petals.
You stopped buying me first editions,
when our friends claimed they made
me seem pretentious.
They didn't know about the ketchup stain
on Catcher in the Rye, or the highlighter
I took to This Side of Paradise.
They didn't know anything about being the oldest
book on a shelf- The fact that dust yearns for the
attentive breath of life to set it free.
Words are not prisoners in a flower pot.
They do not die with ease.
I remember now,
I didn't water your Oleanders
because they made you seem
With Every Beat of your HeartHis eyes were stormingWith Every Beat of your Heart in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I was drowning in the blue
No life raft in reach
His heartbeat a metronome
That guided me toward the shore
Dark Star RisingMy youth was all about evolution.Dark Star Rising in Free Verse More Like This
Transition a novelty
in a world that never stopped turning.
The sun always rose from the east.
Eternally disappearing into the western horizon
in an unending cycle.
The night was spilled ink.
A nebulous backdrop for luminous stars
and a moon in constant metamorphosis.
Dawn would tip-toe over the horizon
chasing away misty clouds of sleep
and a new day would begin.
Growing up in a world of diversity was never boring.
Life shifted and swayed with the seasons,
revolving and mutating at a sometimes frightening speed.
Knowledge and confidence came with age.
Always reaching beyond boundaries into the shadowy unknown,
with a compass as my guide.
I wanted to sprout horns
and become the devil-
To keep the dark stars rising
and stay inside the night.
I wanted to sprout wings
and hold the sun in place-
To keep the daylight forever
and still the hands of time.
In-BetweenIn-between his sighs I look at the floor.In-Between in Free Verse More Like This
He does too.
It says a lot, don't you think?
We say it's love
but neither of us knows for sure.
In-between our fleeting eye contact
we quietly dwell
on the unspoken tension and insecurities.
We say it's just nerves.
It will pass,
but the silence stretches beyond what's comfortable.
In-between the untruths and unsaid;
our love a swaying complication.
We want it to work but…
Our chemistry heavier than a river rock.
S.O.S.Sometimes I feel heavyS.O.S. in Free Verse More Like This
No, I could never float with all this pressure
Sometimes my shoulders ache
from trying to keep my head above
the constant swell of waves
Sometimes I grit my teeth
when I feel myself careening toward that edge I didn't see
Sometimes I look into that dark hole
and wonder what it would be like-
to let myself sink down deep
and not even try to swim.
Is it dark and quiet,
like a peacefull, dreamless sleep?
But I don’t dwell on that,
because how would I carry you out-
if you needed me to?
How could I embrace such darkness,
and ignore our beautiful Lilli lighthouse?
Sometimes I have to remind myself
that it's okay to drift
close to shore,
that it's okay to dip my toes into the midnight waves
because her light will always guide me home.
Sometimes…I think that maybe I am adrift too…
My arms so tired from the swim,
feeling helpless and lost in the fog,
needing your voice to guide me
and your hands to help me up.
PeriwinkleShe was four months old sitting in the back seat with the most adorable toothless grin. Lilli made a delighted sound as the warm summer air blew in from the window and rushed over her face. She stretched her arms, her tiny fingers pointing out and up, up up! It was such a lovely moment, one that I will never forget.Periwinkle in Short Stories More Like This
I looked out and up and saw a sky naked of clouds, and a color that spoke volumes. Light blue with just a hint of lavender, feminine and soft yet bright.
It took me back to my four year old self on Christmas morning. Santa had brought me a Crayola Caddy with a hundred crayons. One by one I inspected each color until I came to periwinkle.
I had never seen the color and it was an incredible discovery.
It was the first of the box to be whittled down to a waxy stump and when I could no longer color with it I asked my mother for another box of crayons.
I had ninety-nine perfectly good crayons for coloring, she said, but the rest just weren’t the same. Violet-Blue was
IntroMy heart beat steady-Intro in Free Verse More Like This
softly behind my ribs.
The hardest working muscle in my body
and I hardly ever noticed it.
There was an ink-stained sky
swirling like a Van Gogh,
an angry sea raging
ready to swallow me whole.
I didn't bat an eyelash.
It was his hands on my skin,
fingertips haunting every nerve ending
sending my heart
into a cadence that made my chest pound.
My pulse was the snare
and his the kick drum pumping heavy bass.
Weaving a rhythm so simple,
so profound in its effect
Playing Dress-Up with RealityYou weren't easy for me. You were all the wrong words and too many missed chances and I couldn't breathe around you. Not really. Not in the ways it mattered. And maybe that was the real problem, at first--you stole the oxygen from my lungs and I couldn't think when you came around. So I didn't. I just stopped. I stopped the breathing, and I stopped the thinking, and when it finally came down to it, I think maybe I was starting to stop the caring, too.Playing Dress-Up with Reality in Free Verse More Like This
You were so different from me. You were an adventure, an adrenaline rush, you made my heart spin dizzy. I fell so hard that I laughed--convinced this had to be love. Love runs amok, right? Love leaves you breathless and aching. That's what made my chest pound. Not lack of air but your need for me. Or was that my need for you?
You were difficult, darling. Every breath I stole around you smelled of chalkboard dust and brittle autumn leaves and I don't know how I ever thought not breathing was okay, because it wasn't. You were a cobra
Kaleidoscope SkyThe sky is a kaleidoscope, sunshine swirling through Van Gogh clouds and a sapphire horizon that swells like the sea. I squint and it all shifts and shakes, azure and golden light refracts off everything and nothing at all. It kind of makes me dizzy.Kaleidoscope Sky in Short Stories More Like This
A shadow passes overhead and there’s a chill in the breeze that makes me shiver. A heavy cloud, a drip-drop upon my brow- I open my mouth and catch pinot noir-flavored rain on my tongue. I lick my lips and savor the taste, so curious at the buzz in my head.
I blink slow and the land turns dark- no moon or stars to light my path. Just a writhing mess of trees before me, a sudden movement from the corner of my eye.
Another shadow crosses but this one’s fast, shooting across my line of site and I feel like I should run but my body is frozen in place.
I feel like I should scream but even as my mouth gapes and I push...the sound just morphs into a trembling whisper.
A lightning strike, a crack of thunder, it
the chasethe waves chased usthe chase in Free Verse More Like This
and we ran
squealing when the icy Atlantic caught up to our toes
the sea-foam lingered
and she watched it
touching what she called the ocean’s bubble bath
the sand stuck to our feet
and we smiled at each other
racing back toward the water in a chase of our own
Paradise LostSofter than ring clovers,Paradise Lost in Free Verse More Like This
silence comes where water
bends to sleep, running deep
Thousands of multicolour pebbles
here stumble and dream
and fearful creatures stop, admiring
This green beauty, everlasting
this jewellery, mirror transparency
staring at their own reflection
Such charms, awakening
such magic, glittering
at my sight, as I take my flight
All day, wild things come out to play
for that, I stay, a little while longer, watching
until the dark hides my way
I dream too, under the moonlight
gliding through the beam that cross the night
to rest upon my nest, tender as the middle wind
Bind, the kind dark and bring
bring under your left wing
the opalescent stars
Make the eternal black, more light,
bright, velveteen blue
and the river waters shall sing, too
As I become human, I write in Ether as a woman
words similar to a soul yours my own
if there is a difference, I can not tell
A twin universe, or my love in a verse
the delicate ivy, entwine withi
I Blame the SkyAmazed the sky opens its gates old and rusty,I Blame the Sky in Free Verse More Like This
closed long ago, for almost an eternity
a palette of crimson and red blood, tinted
on purpose, just for you
(but do not let me in,
oh, do not let me in
not me... not me...)
Leaves me here,
on my knees, shattered and alone...
as you glance at me one last time
departing, never to return
As time inexorably passes by
golden brown then lead dark
night falls upon me
like a velveteen mantle full of silver and moonlight
I will pull out all the stars,
while I sleep...
even if it takes all my life, even if one by one,
so I will never have to see them and remember
The long summer nights, lying side by side
on the green grass, wet and soft, we've heard
the distant bells, hanging in the north breeze
and the river always murmuring
with the cicadas wings opening and closing
shivering with the morning cold
wrapped in each other arms
We dreamed an impossible future
This Sadness Without a CauseThis sadness without a causeThis Sadness Without a Cause in Free Verse More Like This
like an old rebel
holds me back, keeps me in
dancing alone inside the castles that
I have been building
half my life - higher and higher
Impaled in the walls goes my heart
already alabaster and bloody ruby jewelry
rising in the staircases applying to Heaven's doors
behind stays... a well of wishes forged in Hell
after the leaves have fallen, one by one
as dreams and aspirations broken
The dark cold finds a way
to get into my skin, deep in
and my soul finds no compelling reason to fight against
this frozen emotion crystallized in time
immortalized by fragments of seconds
by the mere thought of you near
The window view exposes nothing new
the snow lies down... desperate in its whiteness
accepting me as its prisoner or guest
far away from the riverside, my water crumbles
I close my eyes and the sea comes to me
with the shape of clear blue skies in tears
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A Winter's TaleWinter's tale came with a cloak covering skinA Winter's Tale in Free Verse More Like This
a white so pure that even Stars feel compelled to sing
crystal jewels keep their gentle, endless falling
until a sudden stop above my eyes and breath, duelling
against my hair in a silver and red intertwining...
What a crown I have, what a queen I'm willing
to be... a frost of wind, breaking,
a set of drops glowing in the dawning
within the hands of Sun I'm melting
water and haze I'm becoming
like Love ever changing
in this new independent state of green
that all these other people call Spring
the pale embrace of winter's tale and its kissing
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Ancient MythsAncient myths returnedAncient Myths in Free Verse More Like This
they came for me
...ghosts from my past,
with their fiery nostrils burning my memory
flaming dragons reap my soul apart
I am no longer the master of my heart
I can not say, no more, what it's true or not... I'm lost...
If only I could cauterize my sorrows,
disappear within these breaches of insanity
which opal, revisiting the first of all earthly pain
I am almost certain that I will become, again
nothing more than a drop of rain
translucent as a salty tear-sea
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Lady of the WaterDrop by drop, the sky weepsLady of the Water in Free Verse More Like This
its blue glory to the golden fields
old vows are made to this veil of rain
where the colours of my love lie down to sleep, again
argent and purple in velveteen dreams
entwining the rich silk of the evergreen heather
claimed by a crown of wild flowers
an intricate cradle of rainbow made for hearts
duelling gods their music leaves
a fragrant and enchanted spell released
golden apple seeds and oak leaves
to catch the pale glow of souls
the raw-silver of the moon brings
a web weaved of new springs
mosses stones and chanting pebbles
reveals in pure clarity - the Lady of the Water
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Verse 9th My bright skin is fading towards DarknessVerse 9th in Free Verse More Like This
the Moon casts a last glow, only to be my Shadow
for a while I am in balance with a smile and I feel fine
then the birds pass me by
wingless, featherless, disappointed
and I fall... I am stuck to this earthen floor
in this dried, gray desert ground
with no place for dreams or green to grow
I am slowly disappearing, vanishing
in the Horizon no longer crimson
all sound stops within these limits
there is a Silent comfort
in this normal no-colour skin
I'm finally gray... gray
There is no Dusk anymore
and I am gone to Evermore
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Wait...Angels dream outside my windowWait... in Free Verse More Like This
escaping from my pillow
glinting leaves of a lonely willow
into the silk of night
hiding - catching, haunting all light
Will they become stars too?
I do not know, though... I wish it so
Will they have dark wings (like you?)
and deep inner meanings (like you?)
I hope, so... too
Lay, on my shoulder, softly as a feather
falling gently in the hazy weather
Stay, as my memory is growing older
against my lukewarm skin
Don't let the lark fool you
with her warning, singing
It's dark, oh... it's dark, still
Don't get up... wait until
dawning wakes into another morning
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Passing ThroughThe wind is a sculptorPassing Through in Free Verse More Like This
molding the hills
Spheres threw their spells
holding our time
Between the two we live and claim
The trees in unison are a single, unique singer
carrying each sound
Stars cry down their glow
melting through, for the ground
Beneath the two we love and aim
The sea is a captive master
running in moon-tides
Mermaids and magicians
weaving all the elements
Beside the two we die for what we can not tame
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Voices...They are just voices in my head,Voices... in Free Verse More Like This
but they keep singing
I need you, to find myself
A grain of sand
once a rock hanging from the cliffs,
sunny and golden
now pale white, yellow, rusty brown
The rain on my hand
returns to the mirror
where once your face was
translucent crystal, clear diamond
This pain is more than a brand
new shadow on my skin
it's older than this shoreline, shells and rainbows
it grows... and grows
Salty tears, waves from the sea
where I enter, once again
holding the green door key
slowly drowning me
They are just voices in my head,
but they keep singing
I need you, to find myself
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