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?
The CrusadeThe CrusadeThe Crusade in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your fingertips imprinted
On plaster of my skin
Your curves upon mine tilted
About to commit sin
Room enveloped by darkness
Only your pale skin shines
As you cover my bareness
Arms become clinging vines
If my body is temple
Then may you be my priest
You, boy who's lips now tremble
Inside him roaring beast
So let your prayers tender
Now echo in my ears
To your sword I surrender
Quench thirst with virgin tears
Gathered in silken goblet
Yearn's my reason for crying
Get drunk with every droplet
Of boiling holy wine
I feel your pillars harden
Right after they touch ground
Exploring secret garden
For treasures to be found
Be careful with tongue drawing
An illegible map
Of pure snow that you're thawing
In country of my lap
That river harsh might drown you
Or make you hide in cave
Where warriors drop their armour
And master becomes slave
Prayer To LovePrayer To LovePrayer To Love in Free Verse More Like This
In world of grey
Chained in my arms
You've no chance other than stay
Here in this bed
Far from regret
Warmed by the thread
Of secrets better left unsaid
Eyes shine like coal
Digging a hole
In sheets that now contain your soul
While hungry wolves and fingers prowl
On nights like this
When lonely wind keeps weeping
I pray for love to find you sleeping
Here by my side
One time after another
First like my lover
And then like my brother
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 and peace neverending
Love makes sun shine despite the rain
Daughter Of Ancient GodsDaughter Of Ancient GodsDaughter Of Ancient Gods in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am a wishing well
Hiding dream's murkiest depths
Born of winter's pure breath
On drifter's wrinkled face
A mayfly's memory
Of warm June afternoons
Those will not ever come
Or vanished much too soon
I am a pearl in mud
A diamond in the dirt
The storm-clock ticking fast
A song you've never heard
High-priestess from the past
Caring for gods' delight
Vow quietly pronounced
In temple of the night
I am a raven's claw
Spirit you'll hardly tame
A Vestal warrior
Healing wounds with a flame
Silent dove's crying eye
Hurts me more than a sword
Stars, mist and foliage
Build my eternal fort
RehabRehabRehab in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ubiquitous sense of failure
Drills holes into what was soul
Content, tranquil waterfall
That swallowed both ships and sailors
Moments of true pain brought panic
An acute need to restore
What once was, will be no more
Blurs the simplest truth's reflex
Leaving blistered faith perplexed
For false prophet's recognition
Arrows wasted on star chasing
Just bare hands for self-defense
Sinner's zeal's the most immense
Eye-corners with wrinkles gracing
Paramour CavalcadeParamour CavalcadeParamour Cavalcade in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Slipping through the streets
Of hometown withering
Where bodies don't matter
Nor do faces
Those I see reflected
On wet pavement -
- Pillows to the hopeless
I may try to turn my head away
But this time of year
Even treetops resemble
A fish bone union, pitchforks and tridents
Stabbing the sky
That bleeds rain
In a desperate attempt
To clean Augeas' stables
Abandoned by their holder
Who left his herds to run wild
Or rot alive
As they please...
I run for life
And meet whores holding hands
All stepping aside
They make a corridor
For paramour cavalcade
My boys in fancy outfits
Carrying a wedding bed
A casket for me to work out in it
A hammock where they
Could finally find some peace of mind
And rest forevermore
Sarcastic laughter of sun
Fills my ears
Although I plugged them both
With my point-fingers
The king not been crowned
Allows himself to lose change
Of his light with such arrogant decadence
And beggars keep stuffing their pockets
What Men Must DoWhat Men Must DoWhat Men Must Do in Free Verse More Like This
Our love profane will make you pay
For every note of laughter
Greedy for saliva and sweat
Eventually your tears
Born to circulate in fountains
Where after climax follows downfall
Splashing on little Cupids
Who keep pulling on their devilish tails
Lies taste so sweet sliding along
The tongue teasing your ears
Although they are just remakes
Of songs you've heard before
Deliver music to fellow men
And women for that matter
Kisses profound like a merry-go-round
Shall haunt you in your sleep
While half-burned words on pages blank
Fill fireplace with weep
My lonely grieving hands there delve
Smudge ashes on cold lips
In sad outdated love letters
Memories die and burn
Me, like all other men, for life,
I am sentenced to yearn
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
A Dreamer's OdysseyA Dreamer's OdysseyA Dreamer's Odyssey in Free Verse More Like This
My suitcase got lost
During the last astral travel
Still beauty is the baggage
We all need to bear
My heart keeps longing
For dancing among stars
But I've never flown
A paper aeroplane before
You offer me fuel
Although there's no map
Except for the cryptic signs
Hidden underneath your clothes
Is there anywhere else
To find comforting arms?
Is there a world
Beyond this room's door?
Maybe you're some kind of
From the paths been walked
By my aching feet
Fields full of four-leaf clovers
You take over
Hunt For Wind And RainHunt For Wind And RainHunt For Wind And Rain in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You're a master of disaster
And you know I am no better
So forgive this little
Lack of confidence
I put into our surprisingly
In union of two beings those
Let's now be honest - shatter
And break practically everything that gets into their hands
You're scared of losing love
For then you would again be lonely
While I'm afraid of giving it
As I've always been used
Ghosts of fears and guilts
From past still follow our steps wanly
How can I trust among all
Those faces I'm the only
One you want and care about? Lest my heart will be bruised...
You say in love's no guarantee
Or it just becomes duty
Chasing after affection
Is like hunt for wind and rain
But I don't want to waste
My life reviving forlorn beauty
Nor watch pure angel's wings
Slowly turn sad, ragged and sooty
And long ago I learned pleasure goes hand in hand with pain
DARKEST STARShe exists in an inevitable vacancy, a Dark StarDARKEST STAR in Free Verse More Like This
shining beneath my skin, frayed by these undone
laces of Pain where only emotion-broken and liberating
-climax my secret heartache with the tears of a
lifetime and circumstances that still leave their
shadows inside me, stalking my Dark Star where
she writes...but her last rhythmic blow of light
guides me outward to align my vulnerability with
the blood-ink of the Universe, and there my soul
sips the starry spill of the Milky Way as I stretch
myself from Star to Star, searching to pluck out
the words where they imbed themselves in me, deep-
seated nettle and lyrics of white, I can feel them
prick me open, a useless refuge I must let bleed
so they will finally shine and others will see what
laid behind the silver climes I enclosed myself in,
a Rage inks out of my soul onto this paper-the petals
of my Purity-now shreds of another life I wish that
I had kept-but between my fingers it slipped, now
inkblots and tears are all that remain as po
THIS SIDE OF THE MOONOn this side of the Moon I exist, giving kissesTHIS SIDE OF THE MOON in Free Verse More Like This
to your reflection I glimpse in the confectionary
rush of Night, but you don't see me so impending
wishes I fold beneath my skin with the Desire
skimming the surface of unrestrained storms,
oh how I wish I could fall into you like the
soft pelts of autumn rain that fall into me,
dilating my eyes with Starlight, in unstable
upheaval I sit on the brim of a lonely Star
with just a freckle of a dream making me weak
with longing, anticipating the weight of Sky
my thoughts are guided by the moonlit wash I see
streaming from your side of the Moon, and again
I wonder do you wish to pasteurize me with your
touch and taste, and sighs that would paralyze
me from leaving unforgiven, do you wish to shuffle
my Silence into a new defiance of Sound, and
sweeten my sleep with dreams of you scattering
moonbeams under my eyelids, so unbearable deep
your glow dazzles this shore of Eternity I over-
turn, hoping to find starlight in my veins instead
of you, wh
WHAT A GHOST KNOWS...And there was a rare rapture in the whispersWHAT A GHOST KNOWS... in Free Verse More Like This
that Winter breathed over my skin-where your
touch once skimmed-now replaced by the kiss
of frost that crept up my spine, decaying
lifetimes and shedding mortality-tossing shadows
on my walls, I felt a presence reveal to me
its vague veracity as I assembled myself to
accept its fever upon my psyche-touching and
not touched-my thoughts traced an invitation
into the shivering gloom as I felt Winter
slowly settle over me, inching up my vertebrae
one by one until the Silence thrusted her
tongue against my palpable soul, against my
moonlit mauve lips she offered me a cup of
blood for my bloodless virtue to soak up while
she crumbled the pile of bones on which I sat
-into dust and salt-I felt myself fall but
I didn't break, if only this ghost knew that
I'm not as fragile as the violet heat I breathe,
I'm not sleeping though my eyes are stitched
shut, but the ghosts in my head know that I
still see more in the Night than most could
ever fathom, I s
IN THE ROOTS OF WINTERIn the roots of Winter I walk, haunting herIN THE ROOTS OF WINTER in Free Verse More Like This
sugarcane soul with the warm white of my inner
glow, the freshly clear air rejuvenates me
with the Purity that I must carefully maintain
in mittened hands, snowflakes fall from the
Sky's open arms and bead my brow ambrosia white,
I hear the muffled cake of snow underfoot,
settling over the Silence...fluttering pale
like pages torn free when Dusk browses through
the shadows that bandage my sorrow, my ruin
she fills with tea and poetry, a candle of Solitude
is all I carry to light my way through her miles of
frosty hue, but I'm not afraid of the gathering
Darkness or the icy evergreen that scrapes my skin
when I pass by-as silent as the liquid lull of Moonlight
that spills over my soul in these roots of Winter.
I am not as brokenhearted as I was last January,
I have grown from yesteryear's bough a jewel aged
into a vintage wine, heady with the scent of pine
and moss and intimacies that spangle Winter's ghost
story Sky, alpine secrets snap clean
THE SILENT SWANThe Sea's blue breathing womb gave birthTHE SILENT SWAN in Free Verse More Like This
to all creatures, giving life to Silence,
speech to the Unconscious, sight to the
Blind, but something extraordinary also
emerged from out of the Sea's native waters
-a swan emerged, she was the most exquisite
and glorious bird that the Waters of Life
had ever birthed, her Beauty shone like
supple silver, so pure that it stole the
speech and sight of all worldly creatures
who gazed upon her singular greatness,
but this swan was born a mute, as mute
as unwritten paper, she had no halcyon
voice, she had no living note to sing.
She lived with her heart speaking from her
eyes-in her graceful swim and elegant stature
-in the way she shielded her young offspring
with her outstretched wing, she spoke without
song but with her soul instead, with this
she spoke more truly than most ever do with
speech, and throughout her life she didn't
feel disabled because of her muteness-but
blessed instead, for she felt with her heart
and spoke with her soul and at h
A TEACUP OF TEARSSitting on the brim of a teacup I see theA TEACUP OF TEARS in Free Verse More Like This
token of my wasted emotion, a teardrop flawlessly
shed when I shattered from too much absent care,
now tears feed my anorexic torment, and I stare
in the mirror at a girl not really here but just
an unsung echo the shadows had coaxed apart,
memories hollow out the Eternity from my eyes
as they internalize my sleepless pain, I look
at the scars that dehydrate the sweet nectar
of my Purity and my face crumpled with derelict
Sorrow...and I wonder what am I doing to myself,
wasting my sobs in the blur of a mistake that
now silhouettes my mind, my sanity grows thinner
as I find another splinter of Despair coloring
my heart with its sad trait, all I ever wanted
was to be loved and accepted and cared for...
but all I found was Rejection stinging the seconds
from my internal Infinity, another tear overbrims
the crystal cabinet of my eyes...and another tear
...and another rests on the shoreline of my teacup,
I taste the token of my wasted emotion as the
SLITHERS IN THE SANDWhen brassy Days overbrim your cup with strange clamorSLITHERS IN THE SAND in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
can you feel me brush your cheek where many tears laid
their sorrow, can you hear the whispers of my ghostly enamor
as you weep for another memory never to fade?
When Nights skim the surface of your silent pleasures
my love is still there, a violet rarity few others have shared,
can you feel me with you, filling you with the treasure
of our piece of Eternity, can you feel my sighs in the air?
When Dawn fades to Dusk and in nocturnal hours you hide,
can you sense my lingering spirit and feel my embrace
cool against your heat, your candlelit writings I have spied,
do you know it's me who brushes the daydreams from your face?
Slithers in the sand, by your side I remain as I part this shroud
of mist so I can come to you when you restlessly sleep,
can you interpret my Truth's soft disclosures and know I am proud
of you, reliving precious memories, highlighted in the tears you weep?
Can you see me in the shadows that melt from your paste
INNER SANCTUMReflections crimson and cream-with some purpleINNER SANCTUM in Free Verse More Like This
musings too-I am the kiss that the Twilight leaves
to linger on my home's humble shingles, the many
halcyon sirens my soul spies stirs in me, a place
of vibrant reflection and resounding introspection,
where drowsy Sunsets sheathe themselves in the
prelude of Moontides, and the air I breathe colors
my inner sanctum with the visions only I can see,
scribbling people into existence with the amorous
virtues of my pen, goading me to write from the
shadows where I reside, libating indigo passages
with whispers of willful white, how could I not
love myself, every spider weave that catches my
tears...spins my dust into a galaxy of my own.
This happy prisoner shut away behind closed doors,
where Nature plays her timeless tune and I strum
the strings of my soul into another artful grasp,
I am the Muse who turns my burdens into blessings,
my wounds into a weave of healing, and lifts the
Night's hemline so the Stars will fall out, those
Stars that sc
FORSAKENED-NEVERDaylight was never new to me, the hemlineFORSAKENED-NEVER in Free Verse More Like This
of her hours was always too high, and I was
the dusky murmur that sought the shelter
of some nocturnal retreat, Daylight has never
been my friend, her Sun scorched my Silence
and rattled my Stillness, she was too proud
to follow my natural resonance so she banished
my eyes to the outskirts of reality-curtailing
the tempo of my possibility-while her highways
rushed with the exhaust of her artificial
relays, Daylight was never kind to me, her
rays blemished my blossom with too much cheery
Sun and not enough moony cascade, she could
never understand the magic I invoked from the
secret places that cast no shadow, the vivid
Darkness that resonated in my heartbeat was
more authentic than her noisy hours could
ever hope to be...while I waited for Dusk
to swallow me, gathering together my splayed
insides into a Night of renewable prose.
Daylight was never new to me, her hours
were dusty and stagnant, her light heavy
and hollow, I can never recall my br
CANDLELIGHT HAUNTINGSDragons, those immortal guardians of FireCANDLELIGHT HAUNTINGS in Free Verse More Like This
and Treasure, I see them in the candleflame
flickering tongues of Immortality, they haunt
the Silence that clings to the Darkness,
I could never be indifferent to them or the
insanity that comes to me in my awkward hours,
it is then I am most comfortable, my home
flickers with the dragons that live in the
candleflame, and Yesterday's blue halcyon
rain makes me wet with unrequited Desires.
Dragons, how I love their smoldering licks that
transform the shadows into words, and me into
the weeping resemblance of a normal person, but
being normal is death to my awkward brilliance
-I am a matchstick that chastises the emptiness
of a hollow Sky with my echo, not even black-
bellied Doubts could extinguish my mortal burn,
not even a teasing Wind could steal my conscience
back from the candleflame where my humid tears
seek favour, for it is in the Dark that I find
clarity...I would rather be the spout from which
Moonlight pours Myth to fertilize my mad a
Laugh, Love and LiveLaugh, Love and Live.Laugh, Love and Live in Free Verse More Like This
The only contagious and infectious cure.
Considered something natural and pure.
Uncontrollable but influential,
In times of need it is deemed essential.
We each have our own signature expression.
The ever lasting opposite to depression.
Known to provoke tears of delight.
Even when heaven seems out of sight.
Something that can lighten any situation.
The RealityRealityThe Reality in Free Verse More Like This
Will we ever realise
That in real life
The amount of real lies
Would You?Would You?Would You? in Free Verse More Like This
If I sung the same song everyday.
Would you remember the lyrics?
If I told you the world will end tomorrow.
My Musical InterludeMy Musical Interlude.My Musical Interlude in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Whenever I'm lost in my thoughts.
My music will guide me
Whenever I'm alone.
My music will accompany me.
Whenever I'm depressed.
My music will comfort me.
The Daily NewsThe Daily News.The Daily News in Free Verse More Like This
Her mouth moved indifferently.
Unrealistic words seeped out.
I looked around overwhelmed by emotion.
A deathly silence breaches the living room.
Her eyes focussed on the eggshell white walls.
She continued to explain the situation.
My ears reluctantly accepted her unwarranted sounds.
My feet uncomfortably amuse the Egyptian rug.
Tears begin to formulate as the moment progresses.
My eyes uncontrollably confront her tolerant frame.
No words can soothe this disturbing atmosphere.
My expressive arms comfort this worrying warrior.
You hear about these scenarios every day.
But you never stop to think what if it comes your way.
How will you react? What words will you say?
Would you be able to handle the pressure? Or will you run away?
Will you submit to your lord, kneel down and pray?
Would you consume alcohol to keep the demons at bay?
You hear about these scenarios every day.
But never stop to think what if one day.
It decides to comes your way.
Life Without SamsonLife without SamsonLife Without Samson in Free Verse More Like This
As I lie in front of the granite casing
Canonized by the sight of the one I love
Longing for his tender touch, to be in his reach again
I often smell the distinctive scent of his uniform
Surround myself with his garments
But only when he's not around
When he's around I must appear to be strong and stable
The constant questions of innocence and ignorance are impossible to answer
But he doesn't understand and I hope he never will
Life must continue and progress
I must now be his granite casing
To shield him from the bitterness and harshness of reality
But who will protect and support me?
Who is there to caress and look after me?
Who do I lean on and run to?
The granite casing can only do so much
But yet here I lie against it still
Even after all this time
Hoping to find strength
Just Maybe a Song PoemJust Maybe a Song Poem.Just Maybe a Song Poem in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Maybe there was more I could've said.
Now all that's left are pictures in my head.
I can never say my feelings were misled.
My pencil was once filled with love has been replaced by lead.
I thought with my heart and loved with my head,
I tried to shelter you from all the tears that you shed.
I let her escape and let it all fall apart instead
Off giving her the kiss of life, reviving us from the dead.
Maybe there was more I could've done.
Unravelled from the web, what lies I have spun.
Commitment shy perhaps, I was always on the run.
She has taken my breath away, its like I've lost a lung.
I never meant to fall; but somehow I was stunned.
Cupid has updated his artillery; the arrow has been replaced with a gun.
She has my only receipt its no longer possible to refund.
My bed was once made for many but my heart always was made for one.
Maybe there was more I could've said.
Maybe there was more I could've done.
Now all that's left are pictu
Harmonious InterdependenceHarmonious InterdependenceHarmonious Interdependence in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'God created the lamb but he also made the tyger'
As the light longs for the dark,
And the motorway is situated parallel to a park.
We discover these two entities are reliant on one another.
Just as a murder needs a victim
And total anarchy needs a codified system.
We recognize these two forces are sister and brother.
Stereotypically the same way fire is obliged to water,
An innocent lamb must go to the slaughter.
We unravel that opposites that are self-reliant is just a mere cover.
At the place where vengeance encounters compassion,
And were verbal phrasing combines with action.
We identify that winter co-exists with summer.
Just as hostile enemies needs commendable friends,
And the beginning of a story must always have an eventual end.
We accept the fact that every offspring is a prerequisite of a mother.
Everyone and everything must have a polarised partner.
There can be no tranquillity without the occurrence of disaster.
We discover these two entities are
VirtuallyVirtuallyVirtually in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Let go ControlPiper honey, play me a songLet go Control in Free Verse More Like This
full of hangnails and heartache
and a promise broken on every note
that walks away, to leave me wanting
Caterpillar sweetheart, show me your wings
those spines of snow and silk not yet so full
of lust and colour, too vibrant that the masses
beg in awe, for the relief in locked doors.
Lover darling, teach me to dance
with powerful strokes and tender tips of
fingers glancing and dancing and teasing
lead by the lips of an angel, a taste
and a smile, of saccharine love,
that hangs Adam for being a man.
FairytaleI don't write about loveFairytale in Free Verse More Like This
and happily ever afters
because misery is my mistress
and pain my paramour.
No starry eyes
plucked from the heavens
to tempt me with
Eden's forbidden fruits and
Eve's forgotten secrets.
There are no mysteries
hidden under your skirt
like ribbon tied gifts
to lure my lust and
douse my mind
in impious flames.
The key to my heart
held in my own hands
like an iron vice
that won't be melted
by your imitation love
only pried, from
my cold, dead fingers.
I don't write about love
and happily ever afters
because I can only poison love
and murder the fairytale ending.
Love is deadWhat did you expect?Love is dead in Free Verse More Like This
A fairytale prince and a happily ever after?
you're not a princess.
Cry me a river,
with those fake tears
and drown yourself in it.
You're just a doll
and dolls are meant
to be toyed with.
I can hear you, screaming
and I know,
that you're screaming,
I'll break you,
just to show you,
that I can
and you'll hate me for it.
How can you reject my love,
when I can see that look
in your eyes?
That look, it's telling me to love you.
Why don't you want my love, darling?
Perfectly FlawedShe's hidingPerfectly Flawed in Free Verse More Like This
in the corner again,
just like when she was little.
She thinks that if
she turns her back
on the world,
that it won't be able
to see her tears.
no one will hear
But, her corner
isn't as secluded
as she might want.
their own haven,
and there are only
so many places
Sooner or later,
you run into someone.
Someone who is running
from the same things you are,
in the same direction,
to the same place.
It's not fate,
just the world
in all the right ways.
Two lonely jigsaw pieces, sliding into place.
The pieces coming together
are one thing,
but pulling them apart
is nearly impossible.
Some things are just meant to be,
for better and worse.
Tick TockIt scares you doesn't it?Tick Tock in Free Verse More Like This
Tick Tock - fear the clock,
shut the door and twist the lock.
You always ran away when you got scared.
Tick Tock - fear the clock,
slide on down, wait for the knock.
You just don't know how to deal with it.
Tick Tock - fear the clock,
listen close and hear them mock.
You wish that they'd all just go away.
Tick Tock - fear the clock,
burn the door and break the lock.
You forsake all of the bridges we built together.
Tick Tock fear the clock,
in the dark, like birds they flock.
You can't stand living in this lie one second longer.
Tick Tock smash the clock
bleed out time, and love the shock.
You don't have to hide from me.
I love you for you and that will never change.
Words will be enoughi know that words are not enoughWords will be enough in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to separate me from these crowds
and reach you far up there,
at your castle in the clouds
born in different worlds,
under stars, galaxies apart
with nothing shared or common
but the bonds of a lonely heart
one heart filled with kindness
and the other filled with love
divided by a fate so blind
and those cruel gods of above
i know that words will never be enough
and i'll never have a shot
but i'll keep writing you these letters
because they're all i've got
Death and RebirthHe's the boy with the threadbare eyes,Death and Rebirth in Free Verse More Like This
a bruised face and chest criss-crossed by scars.
All because god wanted someone to screw with
and brought him into the world
with a bottle of whiskey for a father
and a shot of heroin as his mother.
He's the boy who can't feel anymore,
his heartbeat gone, is he even still alive?
Just how much more punishment,
can this one kid take?
Before fate finishes the job,
that it started sixteen years ago.
He's the boy who's fighting for a way out of hell.
But even the strongest find a breaking point
and death is not a god, it does not discriminate.
Look closely and you'll see;
every man is equal in destruction.
He's the boy who hoped for justice on earth,
only to find respite in a noose,
with a dream,
that all men are created equal
and salvation lies in the ashes.
Dreamingif you don't like it here, why not just get up and leaveDreaming in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
there's a world out there that you wouldn't believe
dragons and wagons and flagons of ale
ships bigger than cities and oceans to sail
but there's thugs and there's bullies, cutpurses and thieves
so young to be walking around so naive
because something is taken for everything gained
leaving the end of the day disappointed and drained
so why you ask do you keep coming back
for a bite and a nibble of this wonderful snack
well the real world is good every now and again
but after a while everything just looks so plain
so wrap up your blankets and hide under bed
start dreaming in daytime and forge on ahead
maybe one day you'll live to be wiser than me
but you've got years left of dreaming until then to see
Stilla hot summer breeze blows inStill in Free Verse More Like This
the children of the night
out of their sky
plummeting down to earth
drops of mercury
drops of venus
drops of mars
land on my tongue
the bittersweet taste
that I long for
they taste like you
HopeThe sky is violet this morning, theHope in Free Verse More Like This
sunlight through the open blinds tinted
I'm going out into this day, leave the
slatted darkness behind and bathe in the
Soon the snow and silence will be gone, and
I will become accustomed to birdsong again
Soon the longshadows won't stab and pain
will be a fading memory
I will live again
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
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
CheeseAfter all that cheese, there was nothing to be done but walk backwards the two miles to my green hotel room, shouting "Queso! Queso!" A lumberjack lumbered after me, he'd been to the event and had as much as I had, but he refused to walk backwards, only to speak backwards. "Oseuq! Oseuq!"Cheese in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Do you remember that night we drank the whole five hundred TV stations and fast-forwarded into the twenty-second century, naked and screeching like crows? I don't either, but it was an unforgettable night. The pizza is incredible in the future.
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
Valentines DayA new painting of an old place, lackluster, limned in desperationValentines Day in Free Verse More Like This
Blueblack is the color of despair, yellow hesitation
Ghosts dance elegantly, you and me we do the hokey-pokey
When we turn ourselves about, we're looking away at ghosts
On Valentines Day I gave you spectacles, you gave me an urn
An old painting of a new place, oceans, trees illumined in white glare
Green is the color of ghostfear and jealousy, your eyes
Ashes from the river, the hollow, wrapped gentle in ebru
Cast upon the wind, they fly, now we dance so divine
On Valentines Day you gave me tiny shells, I gave you a key
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
Circling the DrainThread the needle with diseaseCircling the Drain in Free Verse More Like This
Incubate the hand that feeds
Sit on a park bench, watch the twilight
Hoard the memories 'til they're flat
Trade your Cubs cap for a black hat
Sit in the dark, watch cigarette tips
Green Jello, little white pills
Headache, backache, fever, chills
Circle the drain now, everyone must
SanctuaryHer sanctuary is a treehouseSanctuary in Free Verse More Like This
Down in the hallowed hollow
She dances with ghosts and dreams of things
Of paths that she might follow
The old songs play, the dolls watch quietly
She sings along and schemes
Of ways to turn back the clock and restart
With straighter, better-sewn seams
Three men on her mind, one now gone
One with her, one all alone
She wonders which one will be there
When life comes down to the bone
Sing, Joanie sing, sing out loud
Dance with your ghost and smile
One day the man from the faerytale
Will bring down the moon for a while
I followed the trail of the moon across the skyWait. What smells like blue? Do you hear it, too,I followed the trail of the moon across the sky in Free Verse More Like This
or is it in my head with the brainworms?
I lost Ladybug Joanie in the abyss, I told her
not to look.
Some days are not days at all, but extensions
Some people never see the day.
I see it, but it's always far away, just
out of reach.
Sometimes blue smells like you.
Sometimes, time does not exist.
Sometimes, I do not exist.
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
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 we bought a machine
to wring the water from our clothes,
because there was no risk of bad weather inside.
How Cold the WindHow cold the windHow Cold the Wind in Free Verse More Like This
that rattles my bones,
as they creak across the wastes.
I have been wandering
these thousand miles,
and the grave is my only home
The frostbitten rattle
that's caught in my throat
is the only life in my lungs
Would that I could,
I'd thaw by the fire,
but the grave is my only home.
I stagger alone through
the frozen hills,
keeping time to my
I never keep much company,
as the grave is my only home.
Tired am I, but I get no rest
as I haven't slept in years.
But I never intend
to warm my bed
in the grave, my only home.
Whistle at my Window if You Find Your Way BackFrom your feathered hair toWhistle at my Window if You Find Your Way Back in Free Verse More Like This
the way you pursed your lips
as if they were a beak,
you were tawny like the owl.
It was midday but
it could've been the night for
how large your eyes looked
under the two o'clock sun.
We flew through the fields
to the crooked old barn,
and we sat in the hay like
we belonged there.
Our spring-time nest I called it,
and you laughed with the swallowtails
gracing the lilacs.
Somehow, you disappeared when
and when you left it was like
you took off without any hope of landing.
I make believe I hear you calling, but
it's just the wind dancing
like we would in the hollow.
Since When Did You Surrender?You hold your breath likeSince When Did You Surrender? in Free Verse More Like This
there's a knife at your throat,
and your eyes hold nothing but
stormy resignation to this end.
who murdered your spirit?
Were it a lover, a sister, a father killed,
you would run screaming through the thunder,
but you sit like a monolith in the living room.
Your heart and mind are flint;
your imagination sparks when they collide,
and I miss the blazes you created.
Under the WeatherMy soul feels waterlogged today,Under the Weather in Free Verse More Like This
and my hands aren't strong enough
to wring it out.
I need to walk in the wind
under the noontime warmth,
but it's cold outside
I guess today I have to
play the role of the overcast sky
and hang low until graced with the sun.
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
FacelessI have photographed this trail,Faceless in Free Verse More Like This
from its matchbox beginning
to the church it burned down
and when faced with the unholy trinity
in the center of my chest...
I am overwhelmed.
I want to leave tear stains on his shirt
but when I look to his face for comfort,
it has changed.
I am disillusioned...
for years love had a visage,
and now it's blank
My father once told me
the heart's a bandit.
He never mentioned
it wore different masks.
Re-KindlingShe held the moment in her lungs.Re-Kindling in Free Verse More Like This
It lingered in the air
like a spiderweb strand;
she could feel its presence
more than see it.
She meditated on the human condition,
one hand on her chest like a prayer.
Hopeless was her heart two minutes ago,
now faithful in its hummingbird thrum.
"Ah," it whispered in her ear,
"you do remember love."
Continue OnHow can I continue?Continue On in Free Verse More Like This
Down this winding road,
With all the lies I knew;
Becoming dark and true,
Like the sleeping thundercloud.
How can I continue?
Along this narrow lane,
I'm not sure if there is a clue;
Bleeding clear and blue,
Like the stinging winter rain.
How can I continue?
Up this towering hill,
Is it really old or acting new;
Breathing smoke and dew,
Like the snarling immaterial mill.
The Last GoodnightUnder this imperial moonlight,The Last Goodnight in Free Verse More Like This
With its enduring ghostly gaze:
I bid you goodnight.
Back into the shadows of the sane,
I wander and disappear without a trace.
Above this utopian plight,
Consumed by a serpentine snare;
I bid you goodnight.
Lost atop roofs stinging with rain,
I stop and haunt those who stare.
Beside this draconian might,
With it's corrupting black breath;
I bid you goodnight.
Ensnared in jaws of scorching breath,
I strike and wait for my death.
Brain-DeadIs my brain in a daze?Brain-Dead in Free Verse More Like This
I cannot write another lucid line,
That could possibly even rhyme.
It must be a miracle I must confess,
That words have failed me no less.
Is my brain really dead?
I mean there's only a silent sound,
Coming from all around.
It must be a curse I must respect,
That much I have to accept.
Is my brain in despair?
I regret this composition isn't clear,
But I'm losing my way I fear.
All I need is the spark of fire,
To ignite my heart's one true desire.
InternalWhy should I worry about you?Internal in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe it's because,
I have nothing else to do.
So give me a round of applause,
As I turn my back on the life I knew.
Why should I ignore your smile?
Maybe it's reassuring,
That I find your expression so vile.
I hear your cadence suppressing,
My mind as I wander that misery mile.
Why should I remember that face?
Maybe it's scarred,
Or are the wounds so out of place?
See all the lesions laid bared,
By grimaces of my own demonic grace.
Why should I not return?
Maybe I'm wrong,
But those empty eyes in me burn.
Yet I'll come back as strong,
Even if my terror in me does not turn.
Never Look BackDown this lonely railway track,Never Look Back in Free Verse More Like This
I look forward never turning back.
Even when everything seems so black,
And the sun is shrouded in the dark:
I'll keep my head and show my hope.
Down this strange highway road,
I walk away never looking back.
Here am I bearing this pedantic load,
While hounds follow me and bark:
I'll lift my face and hide my fear.
Down this chaotic urban lane,
I wander along never thinking back.
To those timid times when I was sane,
And life was nothing more than a lark:
I'll blink my eyes and reveal my desire.
Down this anarchic country path,
I travel afar never going back.
Since all I feel inside is pure wrath,
But it only leaves a woeful mark:
I'll cover my sight and blind my rage.
CuriosityHey you, what's new?Curiosity in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me something,
I don't know.
Hey, I'd want to hear too,
Even if what you say ain't true.
Hey you, what's new?
Tell us anything;
We mean: now.
I would but grab yourself a pew,
And all I'll say is: you don't have a clue.
On Pain of DeathIt's like a blade from below,On Pain of Death in Free Verse More Like This
Hidden deep in crystal snow.
Stabbing through your eternal soul,
Forever in your fearless nightmares;
Never to die or let you go.
It's like an arrow in the air,
Aiming straight to your deathly stare.
Piercing into your mortal skin,
Always in your aching reality;
Where pain bites you often.
It's like a dagger from the dust,
Eating further into your human crust.
Breaking apart your diseased bone,
Suffer in your silent dreams;
While agony treats you alone.
The Madness of SadnessHow can I maintain this madness?The Madness of Sadness in Free Verse More Like This
Do I act out all these idiosyncratic days,
In so many unimaginable ways?
That I forget why I cry or sleep in tears,
Or how I believe in fabricated fears.
How can I sustain this sadness?
Can't I ignore these monotonous nights,
With it's less than trivial sights?
Then I question why I despair or wake in misery,
Or how I reside in an artificial conspiracy.
Shoot Me!Go ahead and shoot me!Shoot Me! in Free Verse More Like This
My scornful friend, my bitter love.
Am I committing a cold crime,
Because these lines did rhyme?
Go ahead and shoot me!
Not in my flaming neck.
Oh great: I am dead now I suppose?
Because of witless words I compose.
Go ahead and shoot me!
Am I truly and honestly well?
For you it can never be really right,
Because I lack emotion in what I write?
AcheThere's an ache in my heart,Ache in Free Verse More Like This
And it's tearing me apart.
Oh, where do I even start?
I caught you in a blink,
Then we discussed and we did drink.
There's a lump in my throat,
And it's making me choke.
Oh, was this all a joke?
I suffered in your grace,
Then we perambulated over to your place.
There's a twitch in my eye,
And it's causing me to cry.
Oh, just tell me why?
I loved you for a night,
Then you slipped away from my sight.
A Piano TaleShe broke the piano's heartA Piano Tale in Free Verse More Like This
when she moved on from Bach
to the beats.
The keys were changed;
from spruce to steel-
doors were unlocked,
and notes were silent.
It was left downplayed,
unloved and forgotten in the back
of the attic, the player grown
and clumsy in her age.
But when the skies darkened
and fires burned bleakly,
fueled by bills and bank notes,
the piano made the sacrifice:
it was auctioned off,
sold for scrap;
but the love of childhood is bittersweet
and we all grow up eventually.
The piano knew this best,
so it went away
and gave her the chance to be happy,
as it had when she was young.
LargesseImagine spraying the donation box grey,Largesse in Free Verse More Like This
Making it a gravestone and
Bow as if to pray;
But instead inscribe "He gave generously"
On the face of Paternoster square.
Remember to strip the cube clean,
Don your human skin
And bring our carrion
Luggage to be picked apart upon arrival.
The crows would like us to queue at gate nine,
And fill our pockets with cash,
Diplomatic immunity works well, so
We'll be patient until we crash.
The Empire of the Crow is a devious place,
So please remember, Sir, to keep
Antebellum in mind, we can't maintain this pace.
VictoriaI've strangled my museVictoria in Free Verse More Like This
and left her basking
in the shallows of the Thames,
encased in London clay.
Within the concrete of a storm drain
I stitched my gap shut and
mimicked a broken mouth
to my sickened managers-
And returning home to my pen and paper
I tried to create something other than stats
My muse drowned slowly, in wheelchair bound
monotony; she must have flooded the vase on her bedside:
those flowers had not wilted from neglect
And I regret her asphyxiation; she had lived without air
in the river bottoms of Cambridgeshire,
whilst I died in the atmosphere of cramped London tubes
and Lincolnshire greens.
A ColdWe knew that six feet underA Cold in Free Verse More Like This
And the delicately placed serotype;
A nasty case of the sniffles,
Which nurture had won
From the battle with nature.
We bred more than a little bug during our time,
But Just got one: a relic,
Crusty and rusted and forgotten,
Brought by a nightmare of red,
Spreading across like a cold and
An axis tilt.
EpidemicA town of no vampires,Epidemic in Free Verse More Like This
Texan, with a heavy thick accent
Accompanied by a heavy thick pipe
Is how they would be remembered,
As route 26 was blocked by
Fields of barb,
And the old Texan walks
Thought-of-fondly-in-drawl by Mr. Barker
Are watched thoroughly by the wildlife:
The crows circle in a feverish frenzy,
The flies flit above the streams
And the Marines lie in the bush.
If anyone tried to leave tonight,
They would find,
The arteries clogged and left to clot,
Like the heart of aged Mr. Soames
down in the diner,
Eating a burger and fries;
Others again, were lost.
Hospice HomageI've been chained to the clockHospice Homage in Free Verse More Like This
on my kitchen wall for ten years;
kept the company of the robin
and it's caws.
Long since renovated,
the cardiovascular kitchen tiles
are stained artery-red with the
meat of Sunday roasts.
Hospitals wheel the meal everyday,
as I relive dinner-table talks
by the bedside of my mother
and remember how to tell the time.
This is my time now, but I am busy
building the little lives of Lego men
lent to me by an aunt, as I occupy
my own space in the hedge-maze.
Tilt, SpiltA tilt a little too farTilt, Spilt in Free Verse More Like This
And the axis cracked,
Let the spore spread
And made Atlas sneeze.
He shirked his strength and
Took a day off:
Rested in bed
And gave everyone
A good seeing to,
As the sky descended
On ranch hands
Away from city lights;
Not far enough.
The Glass BeesWatching kids going down the long slideThe Glass Bees in Free Verse More Like This
to happiness on the spines of literary classics,
fortified with university degrees
and an eye for semantics;
I think of a beehive populated with glass bees,
buzzing endlessly in pollen thoughts
of a priori logic and feminist criticisms.
This hive is transparent, a reflection of nature in glass;
Better for the machine, and more efficient too.
But transparency is a complaint
Saved for children who can't hide their class.
Instead with these kids; he's reading Salinger
And she's reading Woolf;
And they're pushing prams off the backs of broken bank-cheques.
The bees never tire of their toil
Because the streets grow bottles of Bacardi,
And like everything fantastic
Become a Saturday night habit-
Filling their glass frames with yellows,
Reds and Blues: dewy pollen drops or
The early signs of alcoholism.
So kids grew tired of trivial pursuit in twenty ten,
With the internet pandemic and hockey sex scandal,
And I instead thought of beehives thrivin
GolemHow many times have I scraped the grit,Golem in Free Verse More Like This
shirked my hand through a landscape
of grained runnels and flicked the dirt
from the corner of my gargoyle face?
Every morning my unshaped form is
remoulded into homunculus
as I animate myself with words;
the soul is a tabla rasa,
a small piece of wax,
moulded whilst I eat my schedule.
I try to crack my concrete shell,
but only find the sprawled
folds in my bed-sheet,
which I explore, roam, occupy
unknown spaces in
My dark third is filled with stone
saturated with hubris.
I escape here at night and become
Here I avoid the question all golems hate:
CameramanOh my philistine jock, with your hijab hoodCameraman in Free Verse More Like This
and burhka face,
do you quake in vain?
Samson does not stalk these hills
I plucked from the globe;
With no Delilah to shore your hair,
my scraggy beachhead,
you're eroded by Aegean elements.
Your tip-toes in Gaza betray you
my philistine, they drag
leaden with artillery, and syphon
your women, bled dry
of oily rite,
into magazine clips.
So unwind in philistinian might
by the Damascus sun,
and bind the lens flare to
an incandescent face:
Get your shot
and no-one ever dies.
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
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
When Your Lover is a MoonI love you, aware of my exile, your exileWhen Your Lover is a Moon in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Between us; clouds, wind, lightning,
thunder, ice and fire
Glad to tear myself apart
just for your eyes,
and sew you a cover from my skin
When love is big, and the lover is a moon,
do not tremble; one bird in winter nights
The tender sky touches all the scared wings
And cares for the wonderfully pale lilies
I walk on dry leaves, everyday
I create hope from that rainbow
I talk the language of trees
And I make a country from roses
Every day, I want to ride the sea,
every time they say no sailing allowed
Everyday, I build a home for our birds,
every time the floods take it away
I love you, until the day they put me out,
with eyes as wide as your skies
Until I disappear slowly, slowly
down the purple cliff
Until I feel you become some of me,
all of me
I love you
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
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
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
Peace in AgonyThe same place, the same five inches spacePeace in Agony in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My pain is laughing at my last smile
The eyes are blind this morning, every morning
My voice disappeared, drowned inside me
Lying here and time running behind me
How does a world shrink and squeeze you
How does a heart find peace in agony
Getting so small, smaller than yesterday,
My world is smaller everyday, in every single way
Smaller than this small window
Smaller than the smallest cube of sugar
Smaller than the crumbs on my carpet
Smaller than all the dreams I had
Bigger than all the dreams I still have
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
What a Woman WantsEvery single voice inside me is calling youWhat a Woman Wants in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every drop of blood, and every tear is asking for you
Every hill,and every twisted road on this body is begging you
Come to me, love me like love should be
Now it is all yours, taste it, smell it, just take it all
Nothing is usual my love, nothing you have seen before
This is us, what we have is nothing you knew before
Sail to my shores, I will wait for your ships
Get closer, ride me with your horses, with your swords
I need your deep voice and your cold blade on my hips
Come and kiss me softly, then kiss me hard
Touch me like a broken petal, then touch me hard
Hold me,feel every bone in me, never let go of me,
Suffocate me and take the life out of me
Let your hands find their way through me
Let them burn me, let them find me over and over again
Let the soft tip rub every cell I have, every spot that hurts
Give me more when I beg your mercy,
Take it all when I say I can bare no more
Don't you dare stop when I no longer breathe
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
What Hurts the MostThere have been cutsWhat Hurts the Most in Free Verse More Like This
And so very much more
But what hurts the most
Is 'what might have been'
A Dream: Of Fireflies and DragonfliesDreams... are such lovely little things. They pop up on you when you least expect them.A Dream: Of Fireflies and Dragonflies in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The sun was shining brilliantly in a clear blue jay sky. The air was warm enough to leave all coats and jackets behind, but not hot enough to be uncomfortable. The grass and trees were greener than I had seen in awhile, enough to feel like the world had been filled to the brim with jade or emeralds. They would constantly shimmer and glisten just at the edges of my vision.
As I walked out of the classroom, I breathed deep in the fresh air and smiled brightly. It no longer felt like the cold winter I had became accustomed too, instead everything was starting to come alive again. The birds were back and singing and thrilling their songs, the bees buzzing the day away from flower to flower, and the people stopping to chatter rather than just hurrying away into another building.
Then, something ahead caught my eyes. I gasped as I saw a cloud of dragonflies. They flew about eye-level to me, and seems
Streams of ThoughtsJust a thoughtStreams of Thoughts in Free Verse More Like This
Winding its way around everything
Never thought to stay
Because I cannot stand by and watch the world change around me
Simple words and complex feelings
Never able to completely reach you
Always kinda figured it would end this way
But what could I have done against the ever-changing tide
And I stare at the four walls waiting to close in around me
Now finally left alone to my thoughts
Just a wish
On a single star
Wanting to be heard
OuroborosI pull myself into a circleOuroboros in Free Verse More Like This
And grasp my tail
I roll forward
Into eternity itself
Do not wait up for me
For I am long gone
Perhaps one day
You might decide to take a closer look
Intricacy upon intricacy
And circles within circles
Fall past the barriers of the Now
Smiling I take my own tail
Into my mouth
And rush forward
To the forever that is before me
SwansI know you're not perfectSwans in Free Verse More Like This
Neither am I
We've both got cracks and dents
And had our hearts broken before
And my wings
Are as black as a crow's
You could do so much better than me
With your beautiful feathery white limbs
For you see
Black or not
Swans mate for life
And I wouldn't have anyone but you
A Special Kind of YouYou have a special kind of presenceA Special Kind of You in Free Verse More Like This
Welcoming emerald leaves
All wrapped up in shimmering light
With dappled waters below
Singing tunes that vibrate off the mountains
And ring to the skies above
In areas of nothingness
Until the End of ForeverForever is a long, long time.Until the End of Forever in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Wandering OnesWe are the Wandering OnesWandering Ones in Free Verse More Like This
Like dust in the wind
We fly far far away from here
And like dandelion seeds on the breeze
Sometimes we settle
But it never lasts
Beyond but a single moment
Lost forever in the space of time
We will Wander again
The winds, the worlds, they will call out to us
And we will answer
Just as we have for eons
As constant as the stars shine in the night
We will wander
My only question is
Will you come with me?
Come for a StoryThey become as quiet as shadows. They slink and slither around the edges of the circle of light, in order to find that one perfect position, but they know that in the end it does not matter. They would come standing on their hands if only to hear the words.Come for a Story in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They come for a story.
It does not matter what kind of story to them. Be it the adventures of Peter Pan in Never-Neverland, or the tragedies of Orpheus and his Eurydice. Another mystery from the alleyways of Baker Street or the tales of a battleground soaked in red as the carrion crows fly above. A story is a story, and to them all the tales told here are special.
The voice of the storyteller will weave the threads of magic, light, darkness and shadows to tease the story to come to life for the viewers. The storyteller will sing and laugh and cry just as the characters of the piece will and become the window to other worlds.
The storyteller takes a deep breath. And the listeners unconsciously hold their breath as they wai
IllusionIllusion of balanceIllusion in Free Verse More Like This
Facade of time
When walking upon ice
Sights of stars
Only reflected in pools of moonlit water
With grains of sand
Slipping through your hands
Oceans before you
And mountains behind you
This path you've chosen
Come back to me
And let us reunite
All the what might have beens