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.
AcheIt comes and goesAche in Free Verse More Like This
like an unwelcome houseguest,
leaving me with messes I don't need,
and it never shuts the door
to keep the cold out.
I tried shutting off the lights
and closing the blinds,
twisting the key in the padlock
and boarding the windows,
but as long as light can
seep through the cracks,
this shadow will follow
and dig its fingers into my shoulders.
I bruise easily, it knows,
and it revels in watching
me shift in discomfort
while it grips me.
Like a ghost,
it won't let go.
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.
A Slower Way to DrownCry me an ocean crashing,A Slower Way to Drown in Free Verse More Like This
its sultry blues rolling.
I am tumbling through the deep,
and I've forgotten I can't breathe.
Salt in my lungs, rattling.
I am buried up to my neck,
my head facing the tides that
come whispering in.
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
The Last SunsetMy broken shadow stumbled onThe Last Sunset in Free Verse More Like This
and left me dragging like the sun.
The twisted branches snagged the sky...
how skeletal, their fingers stretching.
The earth I knew choked on the last
of yesterday's dried and cracking dreams,
now I am stumbling through the dust
chasing my spirit through withered leaves.
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.
SeparateYou are on the opposite sideSeparate in Free Verse More Like This
of this window.
Press your palm against the pane,
The heat of our fingers will
fog the glass,
and in this mist we create,
we will finally meet.
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.
A Good Night's Sleep and the Morning AirI need to shut my eyesA Good Night's Sleep and the Morning Air in Free Verse More Like This
and open them to another day,
when the sun is coming up the hill
like a paperboy,
and all the fields I see
are green for me,
wet with last night's rain.
I ache for the touch of the morning breeze,
the way my hair twists,
tawny ribbons in the wind.
I would tug tomorrow towards me if I could,
because as much as I love the moon,
I yearn for the dawn and the dark side of the sun.
My heart is warming with the ground and
the crocuses are coming up.
L(u/o)stThe one boy with a tasteL(u/o)st in Free Verse More Like This
for nicotine, not for liking it,
but for noticing it.
You found the cigarettes hiding
beneath my tongue, behind my lips.
But, can you find the words?
The ones I hide behind the nicotine,
the ones I dare not say.
Tell me, do you tell if
I can't tell you what I need to?
Time isn't relevant, I repeat,
not to you but to myself.
I don't understand the twists
and turns my heart made,
so quickly, so effortlessly.
But they say (they do)
that the heart isn't something
to be understood, it's something
to be felt.
And I wonder,
if you can feel my heart
without touching it.
My fingers are crossed,
and so are my legs.
I am homesick for the rooms in your body,
I haven't been to yet.
the day i fell for poetry.and that daythe day i fell for poetry. in Free Verse More Like This
i got lost
in a sea of words,
between magical metaphors,
and landscapes painted
in arial black i found
love, i found meaning,
i found myself.
i lost myslef completely,
and found a whole new world
tangled up between
between the yellow
pages of an old
and i promised myself,
one day, sofia, one day
you will write and people
will fall between the pages
of the book you wrote
your soul in,
and you'll let everything out,
every single ugly thing
will sound perfectly beautiful.
i couldn't understand,
how could they all match
the words with the spaces,
and the structures,
they were stunning,
and i called you all
with black symmetrical ink
on you white bond papers.
and i would love it
if one day i could become
another architect of the soul,
another writer, another poet.
wouldn't you too?
one day a soul-less girl
will find meaning in my words,
she will find herself
like i found myself in between
HummingbirdI like to believe we were relatively happy while we could; Walking around the city aimlessly, looking for little things that would make us want to stay, or drinking an iced tea in our favourite pub. The good moments were short, but they were also infinite.Hummingbird in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Your despair and my hope never got in the way to break our friendship and that's something I'll be eternally thankful for. Every bad moment and the absence of a happy ending were worth it.
I always knew that what kept you alive were the bits of prose you'd inject yourself at imprudent hours of the night, when your thoughts were more harmful and harder to keep inside. No liquor was strong enough to keep away the dark creatures that came from the deepest corners of your mind to poison, your already rotten, heart. There was nothing but literature, prose. The saddest part is that Shakespeare himself wouldn't have been able to save your life.
I remember the time I pointed it out, you burned all your books. "I don't depend on anyone" you y
Live fast, die youngI saw her walking down the street,Live fast, die young in Free Verse More Like This
cigarette in one hand and skinny jeans.
Her earphones blasting so loud, I could hear.
I don't think she saw me, but I sure did.
She could stop the traffic with one look,
Careless, fearless. All she wanted, she took.
Her hair was messy and her eyes were dark,
too bad she was gone within a heart attack.
This is not a love poem.If you write me a song,This is not a love poem. in Free Verse More Like This
I'll write you a poem.
Here we go;
I love you.
You joke about poetry
whenever I slip a metaphor
into a conversation.
But you know I'm made of words,
even if I don't remember yours
I don't rhyme, okay?
They call this free verse poetry.
I call this honesty.
They say that a dog that barks, won't bite.
I suppose it doesn't apply to girls,
not when they have backs like yours around.
You're my best friend,
and I'd say you saved me.
You saved me from believing
that I'm worthless.
I feel safe with you.
Don't you contradict me,
yes, this is a threat.
Whenever you hug me
it just feels right,
especially when I don't expect it.
There's nights I spent with you,
that I wouldn't have spent with anyone else.
There's secrets I've shared with your pillow.
There's a "forever" hiding underneath my tongue
that I wouldn't dare show anyone but you.
I write broken poetry,
it's just spare thoughts.
We've scattered memories through
the whole city for ourselves to
white inkWhy would you saywhite ink in Free Verse More Like This
move forward when
you put a stop sign
in the way?
Tell me what
is going on so
I don't lose
of dark brown
smile to wait
for on a
I think we made
a bond, we built
a wall and then
a door, but every
now and then you
take your key
and lock it closed.
Tell me, where do I go,
when the roof we both
built up has fallen
drop a word,
leave a hint,
I can't follow a map
if it's traced in
I need a clue,
I need a path,
To take what we
to take it back.
what's going on?
NaShe is living proofNa in Free Verse More Like This
that the living dead
do indeed exist.
She's always been dead,
except for when she wasn't.
Her heart could only beat
to the rhythm of her little
playing on the stage.
The stage was her home,
and she felt homesick
for the most part.
She had a heartache
for the blinding lights
and the weightless turns
that her lovely passion
And it's been nice for me,
the so called friend,
to see her live for once.
I've only seen her alive
when the music started
or when the abused keys
of her laptop served her
fingers as a stage,
for her to once again
spill her heart out
Paper cranes and coffee.I want to apologizePaper cranes and coffee. in Free Verse More Like This
to my refrigerator,
I hit it as hard
as I could today
because I confused it
for someone else.
I'm sorry you
don't have enough
chocolate to keep me ok.
I'm sorry I confused you
for someone colder.
And this was the one metaphor
you ever got right: I'm an enzyme.
You are speeding up what needs
to slow down-
I texted you love songs
by The Beatles to melt you down,
written by the walrus himself,
and all I got was ice cream
-minus the cream.
I added the milk and sugar
to your bitter morning coffee.
But you spilt it all on the floor,
and asked me not to cry
over spilt milk.
Can you really blame me
for all the pieces you cut off
of napkins by trying to turn them
into paper cranes?
I love you.
And I don't think I'm selfish
for trying to fold myself
into a paper crane and
cleaning the milk you spilt
with your fucking napkin.
too bad i never learned origami.
too bad she'd rather be a swan.
I want to live.I want space and flirting and smiling to strangers. I want to steal kisses and having kisses stolen from me. I want dreams, "what if"s, "maybe"s and uncertainties. I want ice cream, loads and loads of ice cream. I want hugs with misleading meanings. I want wondering, wandering and getting lost. I want to get absolutely and completely lost. I want to jump off the train I'm on and walk away from the rails. I want an adventure. I want to know people; new people, old people, just people. I want to walk alone and walk with strangers until they become something more than people I don't know. I want to stop writing about sadness and guilt and nostalgia. I want to write about love and beauty and adventures in far away lands. I want to sing from the top of my lungs until I lose my voice. I want to make people think "Hell, that's a life I'd love to lead". I want to make some lovely guy think "Hell, that's a life I'd like to share". I want to fall in love and I want to fall in love with falling iI want to live. in Personal More Like This
the most honest poem i've ever writtenI keep a bible by my bed and tell myselfthe most honest poem i've ever written in Free Verse More Like This
One day, I'll read it.
I'm that jigsaw puzzle your grandmother gives you
That you never really wanted.
I'm a shipwreck you just know will happen, and yet
You're still standing on the shore, waving
Good-bye to your loved ones.
I like rain and you and breathing
And only one of those is optional.
I think horrible things are funny,
and cry when I lose something I thought
I'd have forever.
For what it's worth, I can't
Imagine next year without you
And I've always wanted a friend with ground eyes
'Cause I've spent too long in the sky,
I'm sick of 'flying'.
If I had a god, I'd call her Mom.
She'd live in the ground, and be my best therapist
And she wouldn't just be pretty things, but ugly ones too.
I don't want to be a poet.
I want to be happy.
My name is Grace, though I wish people
Called me Grae,
Because I'm not graceful, and I don't feel amazing,
And I fit much better into the category of
"a little bit of black and white"
Than anything else.
Grace W.She stays on the Internet untilGrace W. in Free Verse More Like This
Her dad comes yelling at her to get off the damn thing
And go downstairs.
But going downstairs implies going to bed and
Going to bed means falling asleep,
And she's never really done that well.
Fall asleep, I mean.
She lies in bed and plays games
Like counting backwards from one hundred
And counting Sheep, but the Sheep always turn into
Failed Test, Failed Friend,
But the worst is the ransom game she plays,
Where she's been kidnapped and her parents don't pay the ransom.
But some nights they do, and then decide she's not worth it
And try to get a refund.
She keeps trying,
Because if she's only good at one thing,
She's good at trying.
So, she counts numbers back from one thousand
And gets stuck wondering
If she's on 673 or 674.
Her sheep mostly stay sheep.
Instead of kidnapping scenarios, she goes down
The list of the people who've told her
'I love you.'
It's a long list, but she can't help thinking
She'd trade every
no wonder it took him 1455 pageswhen i was seven years old, a group of kids in my grade threw rocks at me for liking neopets more than webkinz. from then on, i was convinced i knew what hatred meant. but i don’t know how to describe it to the little girl who sits in the corner of my womb and in ten years might call me mommy and ask for help on dividing the world into black and white.no wonder it took him 1455 pages in Emotional More Like This
would i point to the churches with their bigotry? to the cotton fields of the south in the 1800s? to the classrooms of modern day america? would i tell her about how the jews stood in straight lines, waiting to die, with fear in their eyes and faith in their hearts? or would i try and describe the sound tyler clementi’s body made when it hit the water of the hudson river after he jumped from the george washington bridge?
would i point to myself and say, “i am hatred, i am hatred to others. i am lying and cheating and stealing and coveting and jealousy and hubris. i am the idea of every time someone wants to kill someone
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
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.
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
To Death Do Us PartMy love for you is like all the stars in the skyTo Death Do Us Part in Free Verse More Like This
Untainted you see wonders
Invisible, so you ask why
After the flood comes the dove
Your love moves me, to all corners of our Earth
Leading to the center of Hestia's Hearth
Aphrodite, please accept us within your embrace
So that I may see my beauty's face
Apart from each other we yearn
Together again we breathe and fly
For always we shall learn
Never dare whisper the cruel words of "Good Bye"
My lover's fidelity means more to me
Than all the life I have lived to see
Than all the things I have grown to be
All for this, Man falls to one knee
Only few see the love which I bring
Perhaps for rejection I wait, like a dart
Perhaps for the yes that will make my soul sing
So, my love, To death do us part
The MirrorMy heart burst into a million shards of glassThe Mirror in Free Verse More Like This
And you tried to pick them up one by one
Did you not care that you cut yourself?
Drops of blood fell from your fingertips
As I watched you pathetically, laying on the floor
Why did you love me so much?
A single stumble - you fell breaking the shards even worst
But you, my beautiful darling, kept on going
Are you not tired of me?
Try putting me back together
And I come back
But what is life without you?
Who am I?My life has become a hazeWho am I? in Free Verse More Like This
And I have forgotten my namesake
Who am I in the darkest hours of the day?
There's a little girl who walks down the road
Making mistakes I try to correct
And she looks too much like me
A little boy watches her go
He laughs at her
But in the end, there's nothing left of him
Who are you in the darkest hours of the day?
Today and Tomorrow are Completely DifferentIf you died todayToday and Tomorrow are Completely Different in Free Verse More Like This
Then I would have to say
That I really don't care for you
But if you died tomorrow
Then I would have to say
That I really do...
Hate you... for leaving me
ForeverI want you to devour meForever in Free Verse More Like This
Tear me apart
Kick me around
And then kiss me
Whisper sweet nothings in my ear
Drive me crazy
Up the wall
Until we fall apart
Like castle ruins
Wishes and FearsIn my last dying breathWishes and Fears in Free Verse More Like This
I will make a wish
My wish will reach the stars
Made of Light and Dark
My wish shall mend all broken promises
The ones that don't exist
One day you will learn my wish
One day you will cry
Because then you'll see
How much I truly loved you
Despite my trepidations
Bloody RedYou are painted in redBloody Red in Free Verse More Like This
Red and black and white
Splattered across your lips
Your eyes are painted in green
The witch eyes of a queen
Empty black pupils
Your hand is painted with soft cream
Nails the color of your soul
Your body is painted with black lace
Curling over curves
In a lonely dying embrace
Your soul is painted in ribbons
Of your hopes and dreams
Of all the fallen
4. As the DarkEven as I live4. As the Dark in Free Verse More Like This
Even as I love you
Even as I die
All I see is Darkness
Where We Come FromIt's a place you might never rememberWhere We Come From in Free Verse More Like This
a place where your tears and fears go
The home of you happiness
home of your love
It's somewhere you used to adore
somewhere you used to ask for help
The only 'where' you truly cared about
only 'where' you wanted to go
It's that house at the end of the road
that house you have forgotten
We came from home
And now we've all lost it
Lovely DisgustThe World was BeautifulLovely Disgust in Free Verse More Like This
Filled with ever changing Colors and Lights
People would Evolve, becoming Miraculous
But then I saw a Change that was far from Greatness
Everything became Nasty and riddled with Disgust
It all grew into something Wrong and Impure
My Hatred for the People I used to Love started to Grow
Just as their Filthiness Grew
And I thought of ways to Light them All on Fire
But like Armored Knights they came
My Friends I had previously Abandoned
And they showed me the unfiltered light within the
After The RainAfter The RainAfter The Rain in Free Verse More Like This
Soaked with holy rain
Of love you were making
To the shell that contains
The real me
Enraptured by your face's reflections
Gleaming in puddles resting
On my country's torso
I can't tell where you end
And I begin
Nor where these tears come from
And where sweet moments go to
When they say farewell
To what you left in me
And what you took away
Out of drawers
Those I didn't know I had at all
A VisionA VisionA Vision in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Celibacy of thoughts
Hurts mind just like broken glass
From violated window panes
Makes sore feet bleed in extasy
When all the effort put into
Melting sand and cooling it
Is turned to waste
By just one kiss of
An eager stone
On a million perfect flaws
Of what once was
A single flawless perfection
Disturbed dreams dance
Those will never come
While shameless innocence
Is patiently laying herself
Down to sleep
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
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
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?
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
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?
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
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
She's Not CrazyShe's not crazy for shoving her hand down her throatShe's Not Crazy in Free Verse More Like This
Or putting a blade to her skin
For starving herself
Or committing a sin
She's not crazy for praying
And not believing in God
She's not crazy for playing
In storms with a lightning rod
She's not crazy
For being void of emotions
Nor for trying to drown
In countless oceans
She's not crazy for saying I love you
Or for making a wish on the stars
And she's not crazy for wishing
That her eyes could leave scars
She's not crazy for standing
Like she's better than you
Or refusing a hug
While her lips turn blue
She's not crazy for building
Her wall brick by brick
Or listening to music
With screams and a riff
She's not crazy for writing
Or wondering what
This silly life's for
But she's crazy for looking
At her reflection
And wanting to believe
In a thing called perfection
Interview with Ana RexiaShe reached out her handInterview with Ana Rexia in Free Verse More Like This
Her fingers merely bones
This composed, frail girl
Couldn't weigh more than 5 stones
"I'm Ana," she said with a smile
"Ana Rexia is my full name.
I'll gladly answer all your questions
But I really am quite plain"
"Well, Ana, tell me about yourself;
Habits, hobbies, routines.
Then we'll get to the questions
Such as why you prey on teens."
"I no longer limit myself to teenagers
Ask anyone in sight
Gracious thanks to the media
Even children experience emotional blight.
My habits are compulsions
Ones you cannot break
And once you get acquainted
They're quite impossible to shake
Math has always been a hobby,
You know, counting calories and all
I also like my thoughts in writing
Though most journals look like scrawl"
"Okay, let's start the questions simply,"
A devious look passed through her eye
"What talents do you have?"
"Well I'm told that I'm quite sly.
You know, warping body images
And making every mirror fun.
Befriending every victim
Making them think that they
The Skin ShopI walk into the skin shopThe Skin Shop in Free Verse More Like This
Human hides hung about
Different sizes, different colours
For the short, slim, or stout
I go through all the sizes
But none of them fit right
Some are baggy or come with rolls
Others are just too tight
I finally spot the manager
Of this brightly built facade
I tap him on the shoulder
He has the complexion of a God
"I'd like to return this skin please.
Yes, and exchange will do.
I'm just not happy with it anymore,
It's finished through and through.
"I'd like one with fewer freckles
A tiny bit less hair
A shade a bit more fair
I need a skin that's thicker
That stands a chance against a blade
One that heals quicker
And urges scars to fade
I don't want to bruise this easy
Skin should handle falling down the stairs
Layers shouldn't just burn off
Skin shouldn't bleed through all the tears
I want to wear it like a corset
Wrapped around my waist
I no longer want an appearance
Innocent and chaste
Can you find me a skin that doesn't dry?
One that doesn
This is for youTo the bullies of my elementary school years,This is for you in Free Verse More Like This
You were to young to know the difference between right and wrong, to tell me that the way I looked and acted was false and freakish, to push me aside with smiles made of Ivory and gold. I was always trying to find a way to chip at the edges of those smiles and find out if they were gilded or if I was just paranoid. You probably didn't know that I caught those sideways glances and sneers and how much your exaggerated laughter and runway struts as you walked away tore at my heart. I was too young to be told that I needed help, that my brain worked at a fraction of what It needed to, That I needed to sit down with a stranger every Tuesday or Thursday and let them mold me from the inside out so id be good enough to be accepted instead of the other way around.
To the bullies of my middle school years,
You beat me up and bruised me up. You tore out my intestines and stepped on my heart, never minding the gore that trailed be
Introduction:So, I guess here's where I tell you who I am. Here's where I curtsy like the fine lady I am, and with the best British accent I can muster, I'll ask you, "strawberry or chocolate, pick your flavor" laughing at the pure absurdity of using a childhood question as a pick up line. Or perhaps I'll be a little bolder and give you my name to wear as a charm on a silver chain "My name is Kristina. Spelled with a K r I s, not C h, or even k r y s, though that be a cool way of spelling it, wouldn't it be? But its K r I s t I n a, so get it right. Learn to roll the name off your tongue like a song note, cause one day you'll be singing it with the words "I'm", and "Yours" following each other into infinity". Or maybe I'll play the tease and make you come to me with a flower for every insult you plan to turn upside down. I'll give you over the shoulder glances and razor blade stares meant to scare you away but they'll only make you try harder.Introduction: in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I AMI am a dreamerI AM in Free Verse More Like This
I have a loose grip on reality.
I am hopeful.
I am quick to lose hope.
I am a lover.
I care so much it hurts me.
I am a fighter.
I'm stubborn to a fault.
I am understanding.
Sometimes, I don't want to understand.
I am forgiving.
But I don't know how to forgive myself.
I have a lot to say.
I have taught myself to keep my mouth shut.
I am ME.
she could have used some floatiesMaybe if you tried even once to just hold her handshe could have used some floaties in Free Verse More Like This
Through the trouble she was swimming through instead
Of doubting she was going through anything at all, she'd
Be with you right now.
You figured she didn't need that push, she could float,
And that she could do it with the biggest smile you ever could see,
The sun glinting off teeth whiter than sea foam.
But she was drowning.
Drowning in Luke warm water, In the ocean she built with the tears
She gathered up all these years, from every souls sadness she decided
To suck up at the cost of that saltwater smile you prized so much.
Maybe if you tried harder to reach her, if you tried harder to hold her,
Your comfort would have been enough to convince her to let go.
But you didn't. so she cried to herself, not because she didn't want you,
But Because she didn't want you to drown with her, even if she didn't
Want to go through it alone.
Maybe if you'd have taught her to swim instead of insisting that she could float,
She'd be with
But I never really wasI used to think I was strong.But I never really was in Free Verse More Like This
I was the wave instead of the light house,
I was the lion, not the lamb,
I was the deserter,
But now I'm the damned.
I used to think I was brave.
I jumped into every wave
The ocean threw at me
Hoping I would drown but
I always resurfaced a few
Seconds later, frightened
But fine. It was exhilarating.
I didn't know how to swim,
I didn't even know how to float,
But the slight salty smell of
Danger cleared my mind of every
Worry, it saved me from my sadness,
I welcomed the cold embrace of
The sea as if it were the comfort
Of my own mothers arms, sheltering me
From the pain, but still allowing me
To be free enough to touch the skies.
I used to think I was strong.
Like the hero's I treasured during
Story time when I was eight, like
The princess who climbed down her own
Tower and slayed her own dragon using
The wits she developed from too much time
Indoors with no friends and stacks of
Heavy old books with fancy letters.
But it's easy to be strong when
WonderlandToday, my mother cried enough tearsWonderland in Free Verse More Like This
To create an ocean only rivaled by
Alice Liddell herself. But this is
No fairy tale. Her heart doesn't grow
Things like that anymore.
When I was youngerWhen I was younger, I told myself I’d always be aloneWhen I was younger in Free Verse More Like This
and that I liked it that way. It was easier, I assured myself.
People always stabbed you in the back and stole your
pencils and laughed at you even when you didn’t say
anything funny and I didn’t want that. Its the worst thing in
the world, being laughed at when you're serious about
something, especially when you put your whole self into
that something, and I always put my whole self into every
something. It was much easier to love books than people,
but as I grew older, I found it harder and harder to be alone,
because while I found that books were easier to love, I also
realized that they could never loved me in return. For a while
I cursed at them using every word my favorite class bully
used on me to shoot me down like rocks flung at a baby bird.
(I lived of course, but for the record, I never flew again.)
They gave me dreams of best friends who spoke to each
other's souls and beautiful boys whose love felt lik
I found you, I lost you, who are you again?I thought I’d find you pressed into the pages of my favorite novels,I found you, I lost you, who are you again? in Free Verse More Like This
dancing through the lines of the moleskine sketches I did of you
half asleep at 3:00 AM, woven tightly in every note of the song you
wrote with the intention of capturing my heart beneath my two story
window, or in the dreams of yesterdays kiss, but instead I lost you
inside the swell of my emotions, which is like the ocean tide that keeps
burying me under buryingmeunderburyingmeunderburyingmeunder until I can no longer see the shore.
stringsI believed you when you promised me that everything was okay.strings in Free Verse More Like This
I believed you when you smiled and told me that you’d written
your last suicide note, that you’d stepped in front of your last car,
that you didn't need me to fucking save you anymore because
you weren't a princess and I goddamn knew I wasn't charming
enough to be anybodies prince, or superhero, or whatever the fuck
they call them these days. I believed you when you said you’d
stopped searching for forgiveness in razor blades and flowers of
blood blooming on your skin like morbid reminders that you are
not the same as the rest of us. You promised me that everything
was okay, that when the sun rose again in the morning I would see you,
and you’d be smiling, and we’d go on as always, pretending like
you didn't think of killing yourself every time you saw a candle being
snuffed out. you lied to me.
Never forgetI grew up a dreamer,Never forget in Free Verse More Like This
capable of spinning
stories like constellations
on my tongue, bottling
them up like sea shells
in pretty glass jars and handing
them to lonely souls who
were never taught that
magic isn't something
you find, but something
you are born with; sometimes
in the creases of your
hands and other times in the
tinkling of your voice boxes
and a rare few times in the narrow
corners of your hearts and
thats something a lot of
people forget to hold on to
when they decide to shed
their capes for ties and