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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Burning HeartWe built a beautiful pyre,Burning Heart in Free Verse More Like This
and in my heart,
I'm holding your hand as it burns.
The sparks could become the stars,
jewels in Orion's belt.
I'd lace my fingers through yours
in a final act of faith
while we stare down the smoke
cradling the moon,
and each piece of kindling
that crumbles in on itself
leaves me a little less broken.
The light flickers,
so do the corners of your lips.
We needed this.
UnbridledLet's dance, you and I.Unbridled in Free Verse More Like This
Hello rambling psyche,
grab my hands and
lead me in a jitterbug waltz
across my floor.
You've got two right feet
to match my lefts,
and our laughter hits
with the downbeat of the toms.
We sing flats and sharps,
perfect at being imperfect.
My hair's a mess and
you're not really there,
but I've got enough spirit
to be my own partner,
and anyone watching from the window
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
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
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
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.
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
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
HeadacheMy problem is a headacheHeadache in Free Verse More Like This
No, not a headache; an explosion inside my brain
A wailing, a crying, a lost soul's screams of despair
A jackhammer serenade, a machine gun sonata
Black canvases painted in a frenzy by a madwoman
Darkness at noon, dreams flying by in fast-forward
Crippled children trying to run from a sharp-toothed monster
Confusion of languages, religions, philosophies, all idiot blather
Chainsaw grinding of bone, packs of mad dogs yowling and howling
You see, don't you?
My problem is a headache
InsomniacheMad stallions jump the fenceInsomniache in Free Verse More Like This
no sheep here
No singsong lullabies sweet-sung
no sleep here
Across the sea of mossy trees a light
burns in the night
Black clowns skulk and the stars are
much too bright
Church choirs sing dirges about
No sweetsongs sung about going
to a better home
Across a range of undreamt dreams
lurk the evil things
That keep shadows alive and
mad stallions jumping
Teeth-chattering insomniache way down
in my bones
No happy-ending bedtime stories in
rows of tombstones
Across the chasm of empty thoughts
TVs flicker in the houses
Barbed wire separates the beds
of humans and their spouses
Notes To SelfItchy grindy nervewracked jitterNotes To Self in Free Verse More Like This
Blinds closed against the July sun
Awake, alive, annoyed with the world
Note: need beer, now, later might be
Show me something good in the world
Something not monstrous and vile
Awake, drained, attuned to the noise
Note: see shrink Tuesday, call doc
River monsters deliver yesterday's news
I can't help but read again anyway
Over and over in a circle of sorrow
Note: hear the river's secrets, discuss
Why's the day so bright and warm
Without you in it, should be dark and cold
Coming apart at the seams, twittering gibberish
Note: stay out of the river, causes
Three ShipsWe sailed in three ships, with three crosses, afterThree Ships in Free Verse More Like This
the three singers died
The father, the son, and me, the bastard grandson
who kept the count
Black water, ribbons of black clouds, illumined by
the strange moonlight
There were no stars in the sky that night, only
in the ground
Smooth ripples, silent bells, the world holding its breath
Waiting for the docking, and the three fires, and
sparks flying up into the starless sky
to form three new ones
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
Black and White world VS Rainbow bucketThe gentle touch of your lips on my cold foreheadBlack and White world VS Rainbow bucket in Free Verse More Like This
The soft kiss on my palms, and I wake up, I look at you
You say It's morning, you say you love me, then you leave
Do you know what you leave behind , It is not me
Now, the world is black and white, all is concrete and ugly
The walls are pure cement and sand, and open land
There are weeds growing on the bed, and I cannot leave
When the black and white world sits behind my back,
Watches, waits for me to move, I will not move
Keeps taking all the light, dims my hopes and breathes my air
I cannot look, I cannot pray, I cannot make a sound
I crawl in bed, my arms around my knees, I wait for you
The day is almost dead, and now you are home
You take me in, you dip me in a big bucket of rainbow
You soak my every cell with every color that is
And I am me again, I can see again, I can breathe again
And my black and white world crawls down my legs
With his tiny wrinkled hands, he runs in shame
Hides behind the door
The martyr of loveI am still a stranger in your battlefieldThe martyr of love in Free Verse More Like This
My rifle on my shoulder, I do not mean to fight
My tears cutting the ground under your feet
You stand over my bleeding body
Your cold blade dripping your way out
You stab me, once and twice, you grin at my wounds
My blood meets the thirsty salty soil
They greet, they hug, they mate under your feet
They give birth to the wild bloody roses
Where every wound blooms once more
I hear your walk away, leaving my barren land
I pray for death to push the arrow deeper in my back
To take the last hopeless breath, the last breeze of love
Bury me where the old moon was born
Let my head rest in a land of cinnamon and honey
When the white hands arrive with their remedy
Tell them all my birds left me and flew north
I do not wish to heal, I do not pray for cure
Battered and broken, my heart left the shore
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
Everything I Want To BeI want to write something poignant and moving.Everything I Want To Be in Free Verse More Like This
It will make you cry and make you laugh.
It will win awards and give me prestige.
It will change someone's life.
I want to write something hilarious and heart-wrenching.
It will make and break relationships because of realizations of truth.
It will make you think differently than before you cracked open the first page.
It will make you want to read it again and again and again.
I want to write something that means something.
It will be translated into language after language, copy after copy published.
It will be read in schools, but the kids will actually enjoy it. Even after the thing is analyzed to death.
It will make them stop to think.
I want to write something real.
But don't we all, I suppose?
If You're the Bird Today while I was driving home, I looked out the window and saw two birds, a hawk and a smaller bird, of whose type I was unsure. The two of them were flying together, the smaller one above the hawk.If You're the Bird in Philosophical More Like This
It was interesting to see, the small bird flapped and flapped its wings frantically, but in that way it was able to go just as high, if not higher, than the hawk. It was also able to fly just as fast.
The hawk, on the other hand, flew in lazy circle, hardly flapping its wings and gliding for most of the way.
It was interesting. I wondered about it for a while.
Birds of a feather flock together.
Or do they?
Bored and LazyIf boredom is the mother of all invention,Bored and Lazy in Free Verse More Like This
then laziness is her under-appreciated
but particularly persistent
Please Define Normal For MeThe teacher standsPlease Define Normal For Me in Free Verse More Like This
before the class,
a ruler in one hand.
She taps the board
and pulls out a marker,
writing in black ink
define normal for me."
Not a sound.
Not a peep.
All the students do is stare,
glassy eyed and hardly there.
Once again she taps the board.
Class is still in session."
blink their eyes.
They look again at the board.
She writes her question down.
"Please define 'normal' for me."
No one dares to raise a hand,
but at least they are awake.
The timid girl, who sits in the back,
her hair dyed brightly purple and green,
barely dares to raise a hand.
"Ma'am, do you mean,
from the dictionary?"
The teachers smiles,
looks at the class.
"No, I don't,
I mean to ask,
what does normal
in terms of people's tastes.
What is a normal person,
It's plain to see,
in the faces of the "popular"
what they'd like to say.
But no one wants to offend
this amazing teacher,
We Live in HousesWe live in the houses of the pastWe Live in Houses in Free Verse More Like This
with the sentiments of now.
In trees of glass
with houses of metal.
We ride our clinking dragons
and steam-powered horses
and fight with whirring swords.
Play the times,
but where are we now?
It's too hard to remember when.
Sometimes it's better that way.
So we fight as we're told
and learn what they teach
and quest for the answer someday.
The castles are created from
iron and steel.
Clothing is created.
What is natural?
We learn how to tell our lives from ancient books
and long ago movies.
Who knows the meaning of self anymore?
Let it be.
Sometimes it's better not to know.
And we'll quest for the answers someday.
BaptismFollow you down to the red oak treeBaptism in Free Verse More Like This
As the air moves thick through the hollow reeds
I will wait for you there until someone comes
To carry me, carry me down
Third star to the right,
straight on 'til morning,
Follow not weeping violins
nor crooning of angels' voices
but the breeze's whisper
to the bay
to die and rise again
Payne's Grey IPayne's GreyPayne's Grey I in Free Verse More Like This
dolphins take refuge as the
ocean is whipped up into a frenzy beneath
Gulls' screams join in chorus
with the howling wind
as the waves collapse upon themselves.
The salt spray and
smoke from the sinking galleon
Fallen sailors find their clothes suddenly heavy
as icy torrents drag them beneath the roiling surface.
The air tingles with the electricity of
a lightning bolt waiting to strike.
Letter to a FriendTo a friend,Letter to a Friend in Emotional More Like This
I know I don't actually know you "in real life," but that doesn't matter. I've seen your creativity, insight, strength, and wit shine through both your written work and our conversations and have come to consider you a friend (I hope that isn't too forward).
I know you like bees, flowers, and pie for your birthday dessert; and that you don't like making a fool of yourself or people asking you what book you're reading while you're reading it. I know you love your family very much (at least, most of the time) but hate some of the things going on through no fault of anyone's.
From across the internet I've watched you chronicle ups and downs, good days and bad days, and for the first time since I've met you, a birthday- on which we've made the decision to run away to the Mediterranean and build a palace (or was it a mansion?) from all those pennies we wish we hadn't earned.
By the time you read this, it won't be your birthday anymore, but since you've been down lately I hoped
Prussian BluePrussian BluePrussian Blue in Free Verse More Like This
uniforms clothe men sleeping
under a brooding, moonless sky
beside a deep, dark forest.
It is swathed in almost silence;
only the hoot of an owl
and the creaking of the nearly frozen river break it.
The air tastes brisk and clean
with a hint of evergreen
and fresh fallen snow.
The watchman shivers as he looks into the sky
and feels as if he's drowning in a cold pool of water
or perhaps floating upwards into the nothingness above him
on the back of the North Wind.
The SnakeBoredom was universal.The Snake in Short Stories More Like This
Temptation was only felt by a selected few.
Eve, for example, was tempted by an apple and the voice of a handsome snake. So persuasive that snake: so sly and silky, picking the angel Eve from her sweet Eden as easy as plucking a blackberry off of a thorn-less bush. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
Moriarty could relate to the snake. It was a wonderful creature; he'd taken notes, pretending to be on the side of the angels when really it still had a toe in the devil's parlour, keeping its place at the head of the table in time for tea. As he sat in his hideout, Moriarty smile to himself. How foolish people can be, he thought. How quaint. Aren't they funny?
The computer that perched at his fingertips glowed, the screen still active. It was uploading something. A series of zeroes and ones streamed like a waterfall: green on a black screen. They reflected in Moriarty's eyes. It was a key. A key that didn't even exist. He smirked to himself again, delighted with
FrenzyDrip.Frenzy in Short Stories More Like This
All of it. Give it to me. Every drop. Every drip.
Give it to me. Now.
I lied. I lied, it wasn't pig's blood, it was the thick, red juice of a man in the street: ash-burned, empty headed, veins pumped with drugs and wine and beer and fear. He cried and struggled under my grip and oh, how he satisfied me. I don't know why. I don't care why. I was trying it out. I was bored. I was having fun. Do you know what fun is?
It changed me. The fog. It changed me. My fall is coming soon and my heart how it thuds and leaps and spins and tries to fight the angel inside of me that begs and shrieks and I want to tear it out, shut it up by any means necessary.
I want it all. Iron and booze and ooze and fire.
I want the sensation of blood on my chin, my face, my hands. The meat in my mouth exploring my tongue and teeth and lips and throat and I want that crack. Pop. The snip and snap of bone and flesh and the silence that follows and makes me dizzy. There's nothing wr
LogicLike living without airLogic in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Or water, I'll be
Growing older by the second, becoming a corpse before your very eyes on this sofa as the
Indecipherable cells in my head will crumble and rot and decay without its sweet satisfaction. Please, I
Crave your logic, your puzzles, your ideas, and I'll drink them like the vampire's Sunday wine.
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
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
DilemmaDilemmaDilemma in Free Verse More Like This
Reach through the bubble
Orbits of shooting stars
Too flawless to be real
Those perfect circles suffocate
Crush the dormant fear
Memories of tomorrow drip down oh so loud
In a world where corners have not been invented
You're standing in your tears of joy
Or maybe it's another boy
Who offers you a scared gaze
From the mirror
Do you still wish truth's voice to sound clearer?
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
The Blind Man DancingThe Blind Man DancingThe Blind Man Dancing in Free Verse More Like This
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
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
At First SightAt First SightAt First Sight in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Love at first sight
Gives you a right
To cross the street with eyes shut wide
For having fun
Just to hand in hand come undone
Chest light with glee
Give smiles for free
On your affection's spending spree
For each sweet crime
You find a rhyme
Your only judge remains the time
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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 back
A horse's eye mutely reflects old days' glory
Unnoticed by those who just recklessly ride
Into sunset full of screaming colours
At dusk that for a change might not be followed by dawn
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?
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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
Those will never come
While shameless innocence
Is patiently laying herself
Down to sleep
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
You see, in your mind's eye, myriad accidents, all of them begetting blood and terror. Confusion and mayhem. Loss and still water.
She's in the ER
What has your youngest sister survived? What has she witnessed? What does she now have to overcome?
Who has everyone turned into?
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:
For collapsing, disclosure,
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,
Clipping their claws on their coins.
They argued, they begged
They wailed until those umbilical coveters
Were sinew and soil
In a casket of coffers.
Sir's TheologyBlack, grey, and blue in the rainbowSir's Theology in Free Verse More Like This
And pink and gold in the rain,
Bloodied and bruised at the wedding
Cleanliness oft dyes the stains.
Rose-fashioned cheeks on the corpses;
A child who reeks of cadaver.
A memory upsets the future
And backwards we tumble thereafter.
A scientist hollers, "My God!" as
A preacher cites psalms of Einstein:
"Science without religion is lame,
Religion without science is blind."
Truth is assumed by believers
In ignorance masked as blind faith
"An angel!" he clings to the lie
When, truly, his reaper's a wraith.
These murkiest sources reveal
What mirrors so often condemn,
That hindsight beckons man forward
To never be sightless again.
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
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 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 spoiled,
And I my own despaired.
Unlike the many shades of age,
I will not evanesce.
I will simply, by knife's blunt cunning,
Be taken swift and left demised.
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.
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.
Cheating FateSherlock isn't sure what he thinks when he sees a man in a brown coat and suit walking alone on an empty Baker street from his window. He wonders why the other is alone during the holiday season. He looks like he'd be the type to have a girlfriend or spend Christmas with his family.Cheating Fate in General Fiction More Like This
He tries to read the other; he tries to deduce at least something from the man's life, as he has piqued Sherlock's interest.
Sherlock flees the party in order to get a better look at the stranger. He's an odd man. Sherlock can't read anything from him, and he feels disturbed. There have been very few people he cannot read, and he dislikes letting the number rise above oneor two, actually, if he counts a certain time travelling alien.
The man is pacing across the street, muttering to himself and making gestures to the air. It's like he's talking to someone, but Sherlock is sure the man knows there's no one to talk to. Then he spots Sherlock, and Sherlock gazes at him impassively. The man is tall, with