Free Your Mind, Lose ControlPut down all of your books
Open your troubled mind
Leave the cell-like classroom
And feel the warm sunshine
Beating down from above
On your beautiful skin
Forget all you have learnt
Let your journey begin
Breathe the air on green hills
Open eyes to blue sky
They tried to hide the truth
But with no alibi
Are you just a product
Of wistful memories
Or is there still some time
To change your destiny
Tether your torrid thoughts
Silence those languid words
That pollute your young mind
Instead choose to observe
The beauty that surrounds
Nature is your mother
Wisdom is your father
Creation your lover
The world outside your door
Can be a hollow place
Dividing us through fear
Of religion and race
Why not come together
As beyond our skin
We can live forever
Through our beauty within
Move forward with one love
Your untouchable soul
For once in your life, friend
Free your mind, lose control
Struggling at LifeStruggling at Life:Struggling at Life in Free Verse More Like This
We're reaching out for stars
In the depths of the night.
We're struggling at bars
Shut away from the light!
I've seen the way we act
When we are fighting for our lives.
But we're killing all our brothers
On the point of our knives.
I've seen the violence
Spewing from the poorest of peaks.
We are the rats, caged up
In the darkness we seek-
A little path, a little home;
Just a place to call our own.
Everything we ever tried
Try to win before I die.
Hopeless, lost; shot from the skies
I am the martyr, burned for the sin of their lies.
I am the people, screaming for the justice be served
I am the sound that you hear; cause I give you the nerve!
You gotta rise up, stride up, ready to go,
And I will tell you how to do this from your head to your toe.
Don't let anybody tell you that you ain't what you're worth,
Every child born, we are the soul of the earth.
Now look upon the world and see the morning sun rise,
You stare into the light, there's the heat in your eyes
KidKid:Kid in Free Verse More Like This
I enter the classroom and look around
I sit at my desk and stare at the floor
Nobody here ever tries to talk to me
and I can't really talk to them
I usually wait for class to begin
But ten minutes can feel like an eternity
I wish I could pop in my earphones
But they cut them in half yesterday...
Sometimes I hear them talking about me
But the words are always the same
They say it so much that I start to believe;
That I'm really what they say I am
Ugly, fat, stupid, beast;
These are the lightest words that they use
I wonder why they have to do it to me
But I don't know what it's like to be normal
Lunchtime is usually not so bad
I try to keep to myself wherever I can
It didn't work so well today though
Because they noticed me sitting in the corner
The biggest one in the group decides to approach me
His words sound like he's speaking in tongues
My heart seizes up and I'm too scared to react
So he ends up pouring milk over my head
Cold Lying CreatureCold Lying Creature:Cold Lying Creature in Free Verse More Like This
Cold and arrogant slithering beast, your tongue is forked with lies
Do you intend to take my dignity or perhaps to sully my eyes?
No matter how much you speak of warmth; affection, care or love
I know that you are simple twisted; an assassin from above
Did you think I would not see the truth, or perhaps you thought me blind?
Perhaps you felt you could deceive this man, for he is simply kind
Woe is me the naive fool, taken in by your stories of harder times
Sadly my dear, I'm an utter sadist and the punishment will fit the crime.
I will lash your body, with the best of whips; let the leather bite in close
And then I'll let you hang for awhile, whilst you stare at me morose.
Why so serious, do I frighten you badly, is this not what you want?
When you slithered into my happy home, it was a vicious seed you sought to plant
But frankly I'm evil, much more than you are, I am the darkness beneath your bed
I'm afraid that when you close your eyes, it's me you
The Enemy WithinThe Enemy Within:The Enemy Within in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I have nothing that I can give
Cause I was never taught to live
How do I know what is pain?
I disappear into the rain
Carry me on angel's arms
Don't let me ever come to harm
The blade will cut into my skin
I face the enemy within...
And I feel him, and I feel him cry
And I feel him, and I feel him cry
What do you want from me?
Take me slowly
Are you the man I'm meant be?
Suddenly the lights go out
I open up and try to shout
Gasping out my final cry
Is this how I'm meant to die?
Lead me home once again
Let me face this world and then-
I will try to get control
Won't let this feeling take it's toll...
And I feel him, I feel him cry
And I feel him, I feel him cry
What do you want from me?
Take me slowly
Are you the man I'm meant be?
Why can't you see?
We'll both be sorry
If you take this life from me!
Inner BeautyInner Beauty:Inner Beauty in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The very best of fruit
Is not the most beautiful;
But is simply sweet.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th May 2012
Dependent on the White PillDependent on a White Pill:Dependent on the White Pill in Free Verse More Like This
Here I lie again tonight staring at the cracks in the ceiling
I'm afraid that I must bring to light these emotions that I am feeling...
Have you ever met a man like me: calm, composed and elegant?
Or are you one of the many dummies, living in a world that is decadent?
Oh I know how this society works, believe me I have suffered since birth!
I have always been treated as a worthless pariah, starting on June the first...
My fated birthday, a joyless occassion, the date of my inception into a world of naught
With a family that treated me, as a personal clone, I was no different from our dog named 'Spot'
For the first young years of my life however, I knew I was truly happy...
I learned because I wanted to and it seemed to please my Pappy
But as I grew, I learned of truth; a dark and dirty little secret
That I was merely an average student, 'NO!' my mother bleated.
Like a sheep that could not bear the thought she forced me into books and pape
A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play: in Free Verse More Like This
I stand amongst a screaming crowd,
And you'll hear them shout it out.
"All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!"
Hear me, do you think I'm lazy?
When I talk I'm crazy,
Sorry I'm just hazy, but I-
Still think that I'm like Jay-Z
Rappin' here with Stacy;
The boys they call her baby; Haha...
And we're playin' this song for the killers,
The ones with no hope workin' shop at the tillers.
And if you think that we're just the fillers,
You wouldn't be wrong; we're just grain at millers - haha!
All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!
We're gonna change the game tonight,
C'mon let's turn out the light!
All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!
We're gonna change the rules tonight,
C'mon let's turn out the light.
Lights off, everybody nights off,
Walking through these streets of -
People drinkin' Smirnoff;
Prayers for tomorrows,
Whisper as they borrow
Our Word is SacredOur Word is Sacred:Our Word is Sacred in Free Verse More Like This
We have struggled against the chains of fate
We've lived our lives on the edge of hate.
Oppressed by the taunting of the foolish and blind;
It is time we stood and responded in kind.
No more can we sit here, content with our place;
Else by apathy alone we shall be erased!
Our work is like a candle, a small one at best;
It is quickly snuffed by a single breath...
For too long have we accepted, the concept of equality;
Whilst simply accepting the crumbs of poverty.
Our people go unheeded, as madmen and sloths;
The "cultured" eat like kings, while we are fed with broth...
To create these verses, it takes a lot of time;
Have you ever tried putting your thoughts in rhyme?
Have you dealt with the frustration, of grasping at words?
Trust me my friend, it is like hunting for birds...
To put this in a structure, to give poetry a form;
It can take some men from dusk till dawn...
Yet we slave away freely and we beg for a chance;
But all we have e
ScreamScream:Scream in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
He steps out onto the stage, grinning as always
He can hear the bass playing as the drum sets the mood
So to warm them up, he begins with an introduction:
Though we have come here tonight as individuals
I believe that we will leave here as friends
Because no one else, except a friend
Would be willing to hear you scream.
And so, tonight, we'll be playing our song "Scream"
He takes a deep breath and the guitar begins to wail
The drumming heats up and he knows that this is his moment
In a voice that is low and filled with emotion
He slowly begins to sing his song:
When first you came upon this path
You thought that you had seen the last of-
Nightmares crawling from your dreams!
You hear the sound of a thousand screams and they-
Drag you down to suffocate!
And you're just filled with so much hate that you-
(Feel like giving in...)
(When it cuts right past your skin!)
Just raise up your voice, I'll let you be heard!
Scream out your different kin
Hey BroHey Bro:Hey Bro in Free Verse More Like This
It's been awhile since I've come by
I guess that's my bad this time
A lot of stuff has changed recently
And I kind of wish that you could see it all
I've got a girlfriend now, she's sweet and caring
I remember when you used to joke that I'd never get one
It always used to make me so mad...
Did you know, she's got green eyes. My favourite colour
She makes great food and I really wish she could have met you
Diablo three finally came out and I know we were waiting for that one
You always used to promise that we'd play it together sometime
But I know that it's impossible with the way things are...
I thought a lot about getting the game, walked into the store even
I tried picking it up, but my hands just kept shaking
I ended up leaving without buying anything...
You know, I still have all of our old stuff...
Your dice, your miniatures, your Paladin character sheet
It's even got that little stain in the corner, the big yellow one
I remember how pissed
The Story of Girls and BoysSee that girl?The Story of Girls and Boys in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She made him smile on his worst days,
She stayed up to talk to him every night.
He made mistakes but she forgave him always,
He ignored her - he knew that wasn't right.
He didn't care, took her love for granted;
He expected her to always just be there.
She liked him but she wasn't what he wanted,
He dated other girls, she tried not to care.
Finally, she left, didn't want to wait forever
She found a better guy who liked her too.
This guy saw her potential, he adored her;
His intentions with her were honest and true.
Seeing them together made him realize something:
Without her, he was stuck in a lonely world.
All he had left was the memory of her leaving,
He had lost out on one amazing, special girl.
She had never thought of herself as brokenShe had never thought of herself as broken,She had never thought of herself as broken in Free Verse More Like This
as missing, as unfinished, as incomplete.
She used to think she was complete, accomplished;
her flaws hidden, her heart healed and soul varnished.
Her Creator had made her independent -
she did not need her "other half" to be whole.
When he left, a cold hand wrapped around her heart;
she ached, trapped under the weight of missing him.
She craved his presence, his arms around her waist,
his hands in her hair, his eyes locked on to hers.
She realized she'd simply been fooling herself -
He was her "other half", a 'yin' to her 'yang'.
She had never thought of herself as broken,
until feeling broken was all she had left.
TiredI'm tired. Just tired.Tired in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tired of always crying myself to sleep
Sick of missing you so much each week.
Exhausted from pretending that I'm okay
Miserable from ignoring you every day.
I don't want to fight with you, no more,
This sorrow exhausts me to my core.
I'm sick of the tears, sick of the pain
I just want to feel normal again.
Pretending we're fine isn't working
I can't hide the fact that I'm hurting.
Please, stop fighting, pick up your phone
You know it's nobody's fault but your own.
Dying HeartThe silence screams so loud I can't hear myself say:Dying Heart in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I loved you with all of my heart.
I cried continuously, I wanted you to stay,
But as I wanted you more, we fell apart.
So far from each other, we don't talk;
Barely look at me as you pass me in the hall...
You make as if you don't see me walk,
Walk right by you, you don't notice at all.
Now I've moved on, I guess you did too -
I don't want you so bad no more.
The butterflies are gone, they left with you;
My dying heart beats one last time on the floor.
ChemistryIn chemistry we learn about the elements:Chemistry in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Iodine, hydrogen, sodium and chlorine.
Formulae on the board; notes on my desk
I don't know what half of these things mean.
The period drags by, I'm daydreaming again
Doodling your name in a heart on my diary.
The teacher drones on, I don't hear a thing
My head full of another kind of chemistry...
This chemistry is explosive, corrosive, toxic ~
A spontaneous reaction, no catalyst required.
The two highly reactive elements that collide
One little spark and our hearts were on fire.
I could hear your runaway pulse as we hugged;
Could feel the sparks whenever we were close.
Joined by an ionic bond, form perfect compound
What causes this reaction, nobody knows.
So yes, we are studying chemistry in Science
But it helps when I see it happen every day.
Whenever you look at me, whenever you smile
I feel elements exploding inside, reacting away.
this won't end up as a suicide notethere aren’t enough momentsthis won't end up as a suicide note in Free Verse More Like This
to love you, or words
in the English language to call you
beautiful. there aren’t enough
heartbeats in me to dedicate you
something you might deserve.
you can no longer lie.
a vengeful earthquake births itself inside
your unkind frame-- bones and skin and
muscle knotted together as an attempt
at something durable; but when you scream,
you don’t wake up. your world
collapses in mounting seconds. words
are a currency and you are
finally rich. you have lived
in the mouths of ghosts for so long
that you can walk through walls;
you aren’t here, you’re choking
on other planets from a lack of oxygen
and understanding. but I will love you,
I will love you; dear wallflower,
your petals are not wilted. dear
anonymous, I could give you a name.
dear hopeless, there are not enough words
in the English language for how beautiful
you really are.
Worthlessthe worst part about being nothingWorthless in Free Verse More Like This
is knowing nothing is commonplace
and, even though I thought I was so
I was exactly the same
I'll never say your name
because then this would feel real
and I would have to accept
that giving all I had
never meant a thing
does a wooden heart still beat,
or does it only leave splinters?
did you ever even think of me-
the weak girl who believed in
too many broken words?
s p i n e less
I'd bend to any shape
if I thought it would be enough
but when I was finally measured out,
I was found to be worth less
than a lie
I'm one of none, there's a
Call Me Cicatricein a sloping curve, the scar covered his backCall Me Cicatrice in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
like an indefinite symbol of defiance. puckered
at the ridges, slithering across his shoulder blades, it was
something special in the way it interrupted his skin
/chronicle incomplete/ I reached out to touch it,
he caught my hand "you always did find beauty
in the broken." they always had more stories to tell.
I was something inexperienced (but never innocent).
I fell for his natural enjambments and
inability to meet my eyes. he fell for
the fact I was freshly born (but never young).
our first kiss was under a sycamore tree
that watched the world pass by. he said
he wanted to steal away my words, I knew
he was trying not to collapse. the tree
stood on as our lives expanded into something
entirely new, but exactly the same. "we always
try to build new beginnings to find a way
back to our firsts." but resets don't work.
he held his head highest on the days the sky was low,
for a reason he'd never explain /reminiscent/
I told him, onc
on unlearning how to diethe space between intention andon unlearning how to die in Free Verse More Like This
inaction has been redefined. they say
the first step to sadness is
to be happy. the second step
is learning loss. they tell us
depression is an abundance of emotions
but everyone here is a balloon
deflated with time, a sun
dimming as years eat away years
and everything changes but
nothing's really different at all.
we drowned before we even saw
the sea, dreaming of that cemetery
a million miles deep; and still,
I cry for the people worth forgetting:
the girl who couldn't take enough
sleeping pills to live her dreams,
the boy so doped out on an inability
to live that he told us about his trips
to Jupiter and back, and
expected us to believe him. the girl
with a ghost smile named after the prayer
she was born to forget, the boy
who slept like an angel and cried like
a fallen, and me, me
choking on gravity and the ever-growing
weight of my own fucking inadequacy
tied tightly around my neck like a noose
not quite designed properly, right,
because I survived.
reasons why I don't fly awayabove half-hearted streetlights and industrial floodingreasons why I don't fly away in Free Verse More Like This
and vague misinterpretations, I cut
a little too deep.
it always comes to this; hungry shivers,
dry voices, heavy breaths as your eyes
fixate upon a set point in the distance
which you label as happiness, a nirvana
in plain view but too far
for your rubber legs to take you there.
back then we were theorists developing
a new frontier; we were two dreamers,
two corpses on a collision course in
the desperate season. you warned me
there weren’t enough words to say
beautiful; as it turns out, we
were a slip of the tongue.
I woke this morning
a butterfly. you would like
the sun pouring through my wings and
the feathers collecting
at the foot of my bed.
another notch in the beltbattered down, and you askanother notch in the belt in Free Verse More Like This
how much we have in common
laconic glances trace
the contours of the road
from which i've derived
perjury paves paths
of spoiling naiveté and
life is how far you go,
not how you get there
watch me corrode,
your gaze is the
worst deterrent for
these shattered bones
acts of desertion
have begun to work both ways
i am something toxic,
a virus through your veins.
i am a writhing retribution
of all your past mistakes
and still, i am
strung out, like some
sacrilegious idol- bleeding
battered down, and i ask
have faith in me?
you close your eyes, and we both know
it's because we are the same
Hunger PainsIt begins with a bang.Hunger Pains in Free Verse More Like This
I forget to eat for a few months and
I drown in cheap ideas with pretty names,
the ones they fill books and barren wrists
and stormy heads with, and soon,
moonlight shines from inside
my ribs and I am a lighthouse.
Thank you for the things you gave me,
intrinsically, a knowledge of
how to properly wear
myself. Thank you
for not fixing me.
I used to write about the color
of your voice, always blue-- the sky
before I fell asleep and the morning
dragging me back; I wonder
that you could’ve loved me better
if you explained who the
Something was that shared your bed
at night, or why insincere words
were your favorite.
My poems still cling to my skin
even when I sleep. even when
I wake, an anchor. even when
I boil myself alive and unfold
like a pallid lily inside your
and after enough time,
I forget to say goodbye.
I pick the scabs on my hips,
kiss the sorry out of your smile,
and breathe like this air
isn’t already a million years old.
denial and uglier aftermathi drink to you, raising my glass anddenial and uglier aftermath in Free Verse More Like This
choking down the things you left,
ignoring my gag reflex and waiting
on the buzzing in my head, white cotton
lullabies for the weak of heart.
it kills me that we are just a
collection of vignettes, that soon
i might see your blossom fingers
and bleeding sunset smile but
only as a memory gone static with neglect;
this summer, i became a rebel. a
martyr in a child’s game, a vagrant
with boxes of dead poetry to call
a home, and when i asked you to want me,
it’s only so you’d take the sanity and consciousness
with you when you left. i miss
the days when personality disorders
were not graceful.
do you even remember taking me to the moon?
you were so fucking tripped out on acid
and weed and love and other drugs
that you thought we were a portrait.
midnight blues and sober grays
breaking even for a story,
but every planet we landed on
was already dead.
and trust me, i know you wish life was
a one night stand, because you
Unfavorable for Evelyn Taliettefeathers flutter slowlyUnfavorable for Evelyn Taliette in Free Verse More Like This
the same way people do
they linger, drifting through the breeze
which doesn't favor the angel
stripped of her wings
she grasps, hopelessly
for something that could bring her back
she believes there has to be something
to take away her past
she grasps, hopelessly
but her fingers only find feathers
which now join her in her fall
gravity doesn't favor angels
with flaws of mankind
and so she falls
*Ideas we set in ink* in Free Verse More Like This
Do not mirror reality.
No matter how hard we think,
Our words are not actuality.
In writing, all that one can do
Is wish upon an asterisk
And hope that wish comes true.
WordsmithsTo all those who admire me, admire any authorWordsmiths in Free Verse More Like This
(simply for being a lunatic which in all tongues is called a writer):
There is something you must understand.
These words are not ours.
We did not create them.
They simply sit, waiting quietly in the dusty wings of our brain.
We are the directors of the play, telling the words where they must go, what message they must give to the audience, what they must represent.
The words, so quiet and compliant,
Impact others if we know how to use them skillfully.
For we are just hoping you will enjoy the show.
press muteSleeppress mute in Free Verse More Like This
Is like falling into a deep abyss;
Though you are not afraid of the fall, nor the impact.
Come to think of it, there isn't an impact, really;
Just soft, gentle arms waiting
That sweep you away into a beautiful land of
MusicMessenger of emotionMusic in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Simple yet complex
Indescribable by all accounts
Comforting to the soul
Say Cheese.Hey, you can smile, right?Say Cheese. in Free Verse More Like This
Go ahead. Smile for us.
If you don't, people will complain you're depressed and ask questions.
So, come on. Lift the corners of your mouth (like this, see?) into a curved line. There we go. Nice and sweet. Kind of like those kisses he used to give you.
Next, say you're fine. Add more artificiality if they don't believe you. Hold back tears.
When the worrisome inquirer finally gives up and leaves, hide all feelings that may prove problematic.
The next day, wake up.
Dog-Eared and FlimsyThis notebook has been a friend to me.Dog-Eared and Flimsy in Free Verse More Like This
A good friend.
It is to me what Nick Carraway was to Gatsby:
It is even a companion (of sorts),
One who sits quietly,
Waiting to listen to my many thoughts.
It is simply there for me, whenever I need it,
Asking nothing in return.
It is very precious to me.
It is my pride and joy.
Keep your modernized designer notebooks made of recycled paper -
I have this one.
It's as unique and aged as a mountain, and could never be replaced.
You may not understand our relationship,
But if you're a writer, you will.
Out of the pen spill the things of our soul,
With a little ink thrown in for good measure.
This unimportant little book
Will stay behind once I am gone.
I don't know what will happen to it, but I suppose it won't really matter, then;
Be it discarded, burned, regarded as nothing,
Dissolve into dust and whisper-fade into the past.
For what are the thoughts of just another human being?
BracesOmnipresent steelBraces in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Attempts to escape my mouth
From the inside out.
SkyeShe was as blind and beautiful as her namesake,Skye in Free Verse More Like This
Ever changing and evolving with the seasons of her mind.
She hid not a single emotion.
She always said what she was feeling.
Her face betrayed her, and she knew it not.
If you needed someone to talk to, she was there.
Every sensation experienced showed clear;
Even if you didn't want to see.
Sometimes you even forgot she was there.
She was calm, catastrophic, serene, stormy, heartbreaking, deep, confusing, ponderous, perfect, haunting, mysterious, amazing, inexplicable...
(And, of course, always nice to look at.)
Cigarette SmokeAbove all, it smellsCigarette Smoke in Free Verse More Like This
Black as their lungs, alveoli near dead.
Black as the future; tomorrow they dread.
Black as the life that they've laid before them
Black as that place in their room where they store them
Black as the secrets that they'd never share.
Black as the feeling that nobody cared.
Black as the rumors that haunted the halls.
Black as the words that made them feel small.
Black as the family that's falling apart.
Black as the hope left in their broken heart.
Black as the stink they brought to the air.
Black as the color that they dyed their hair.
Black as a raven, black as the night,
Black as the casket that extinguished their light.
Ignore AdviceWrite ten bad poems.Ignore Advice in Free Verse More Like This
Write one hundred
Write and drink.
Keep a notebook with you,
write in public
and make sure that others
know that you are, in fact,
Write a love poem,
then throw it away
because all the good ones
have already been read.
write about the decision
instead of the feeling.
Write one sentence
say to yourself that
this is it, THIS is IT.
and tell yourself that again.
Paperback SpineIn stories,Paperback Spine in Free Verse More Like This
the lucky ones
have their lives changed
by one little moment-
one dandelion puff
between your palms.
And the author stresses
this moment, how tiny,
that seemingly unimportant
into a novel.
You have to be
My eyes have gone dry
and my lungs are about to pop,
and my tongue is oversaturated-
HephaestusWe had this neighborHephaestus in Free Verse More Like This
when I was a boy,
he was a bit
younger than I was,
rented the house
He would come over,
step over the knee-high
He would promise to
show us how
Daylight from our
He had us gather
all the petals
that had fallen
from our flowers.
And once we had
picked up all
the petals, he
cupped his hands
and threw them
in the air.
I was disappointed,
I expected him to
pull a lighter out
and for some
in the flowers to
He threw them up
again, and I still
Biology (In Defense Of Free Verse)The heart has four chambers:Biology (In Defense Of Free Verse) in Free Verse More Like This
two muscular atria and
two ventricles that alternate
between relaxing and
throughout the body.
This is one of many processes
that occur whether you
want it to or not.
I can sense your flesh and
when I breathe you in like pollen
or particles of smoke.
You are a part of my lungs
before tiny capillaries carry you
sleeping or intoxicated
to my heart.
Then it seizes up-
pumping little bits of you
through my veins like nerve endings
and I feel you
from my waist to my lips and
inside my brain.
The primary cause of love
is the chemical phenethylamine
that is released by eating
chocolate; or more importantly,
by feeling you against me
and nobody else.
Proteins are given purpose
through tender shaping
into a perfected form.
This can be observed
on a larger scale
It is said
during academic dissections,
that structure and form
But try and tell me
that this freedom before you
CaleaShe's brewing that teaCalea in Free Verse More Like This
from the island
that grabs your hair
and pulls you into
the street. I'd drink
it to get rid of
my wild dogs; all that
lonely guilt and
with more in my year
before the steam catches
our senses. Time is less
of a straight line
and more of a blowtorch.
It seals us up before
we can flaunt our disease.
A paranoid schizophrenic
doesn't know he's sick; the junkie
believes what he says.
We nakedly trust our eyes
we nakedly trust our bodies.
It's all enough to kill a storm
and make a coat
from its hair.
My blue-green iris
grows with my mouth
on tiny strings
and tiny thoughts
as my body drinks,
lower_casei have not read enough poetrylower_case in Free Verse More Like This
and i am not one to muse
or maybe think
but i do have
i am one student in a freshman course
why so many poets use only
is it artistic
is it sexy
to write as if
you do nothing but whisper
i want to be loud
the survivors of death
to remember me
i will not mutter
like a fetus
perhaps there is
nothing to this
but there is value
in knowing how to yell
and in absolute
AgingWhen I walk on the curbsAging in Free Verse More Like This
of downtown, I can turn my head
and see my reflection
in the glass.
In the windows that stand guard
against the smoke
and the rain
and the winds.
I can see myself,
flickering between panes
as I move down the streets.
I can see myself,
waiting to grow old
and learning how to remember.
son of someonebukowski doesn't do it for me anymoreson of someone in Free Verse More Like This
and I don't want to say it's like
losing a father.
my father would repeat the same advice to me
without my asking:
if you can read and write and think,
you have everything
always hike with more water
than you believe you'll need
chase after love before
you grow old.
I do not believe I was
the son he expected, but nonetheless
I am his son
and it feels good
to be the son of someone.
charles chinaski, henry bukowski
fermented in wine and himself.
preserved in a jar.
I have wept at the faintness
of my bluebird, I have taken
my necktie from this rotten axis.
who here now is waiting to die?
my father with my mother
in his house on the hill.
drunk and dead
with all his words.
Only NaturalSome would call this evil, but I find it entirely human to discover yourself alone with a stranger in theOnly Natural in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
supermarket isle and ponder how easy it would be to grab that glass jar of peanut butter with the blue
twist-off lid two shelves above you and mash their brains into jelly; only a psychopath would consider scraping up the resulting slurry with a saltine cracker as a souvenir.
An interesting case for the criminal justice department and the more visceral section
of the sociology department. Is it human to have such a fascination for the live feed snuff films that you seek
them out, that you search for their producers so you can interview and hold them? Is it human for couples to
play out roleplays, to wait for the kids to fall asleep, to tie her to the bed, to give him a knife? Is it evil
to search for violence, for war; or is this just all an aspect of humanity? Are you proud that she said she was 18,
are you proud that he left his country to rot, are you proud to be human? I am. Ev
Girl as PoemShe was once a verse by BaudelaireGirl as Poem in Free Verse More Like This
something about flowers
that were loyal to none
and I kissed her
when no one was watching.
She was a stanza by Byron
who stood on
the white cliffs of somewhere
and praised her eyebrows.
She is nothing like summer
or a lost continent;
is too bold for that.
Her shoulders are not
or a battle to be won.
I thought she was a poem -
or maybe an ode
or sonnet -
words teased and woven
that beat and bled
upon my humble pen,
not the flesh and blood
of thighs and hips
ripening beneath my gaze,
waiting to be written.
MalingerWhy must you malinger here,Malinger in Free Verse More Like This
hovering over the bed -
your scent a frail and rattled haunt?
Did I conjure you -
give form and shape,
fashion skin and hair
upon the bed rails
that press my back
like a missing child?
I feel you move everywhere -
in the turn of a book's page,
chafing my fingertip;
the lifting of a glass,
its cool weight
changing the roads on my palm
into a lost decade;
and in the stir of leaves
that wander across the lonely patio
only to to be lost again
in the day's bleak rustle.
I can almost make out your eyes
in every mirror
and the dull polish of the worn desk
you used to sit at
when dusk begged
for your attention.
And the pressure of your fingers
still stains my collar,
their touch a grey wish
lurking in the gallows of my face
where the light no longer goes
and nothing dares
AnneSuch a tiny neck,Anne in Free Verse More Like This
spare and white,
the starched linen
tarnished in the savage heat.
The scaffolding ached
beneath her feet
and the crowd went silent
as she knelt,
the block a cruel nursemaid
to her tears.
Confession is a futile gift
and treason did not sit well
upon her shoulders
where the sun
beat down on her.
No one felt the word of God
in the father's banal words
and the axman was her final
Milk CartonThey found youMilk Carton in Free Verse More Like This
on a milk carton,
a stone's throw
from the tarp left
mildewing on the pool.
Your face was sleepy
and they did not recognize
Who dressed you that morning?
Who gently combed out your hair
and zipped up
your yellow boots
so you could squash puddles
in the garden?
Mother will tell stories
to the empty bed
and pretend it is your shadow
playing on the wall
And father will wait
on the porch,
praying the light
will come back to the sky.
SerpentI run low to the ground and humble,Serpent in Free Verse More Like This
caught parallel and thin
without legs or feet -
just a bare belly
to bow and scrape to no one.
I was a siren,
out of place and uncomfortable,
tucked behind the wild weeds
and the smell of fruit
making the tree boughs lazy.
But a green flash
took her breath away
and she thought me
No KerouacYou're no KerouacNo Kerouac in Free Verse More Like This
she said -
no open road of verse,
your life's work painted
in a gaudy yellow line,
slapping the asphalt
like a greedy river.
You don't own a Nikon
or black loafers,
or hop a boxcar
to sleep under stars
they make God himself
inhale too much clean.
You have no cool
lurking in the corners,
giving skin and ink
to strange women;
no green rush of neon
or cheap whiskey
pissing in the wind,
to rape the sunrise.
You just have a mouth
angels could fall into,
your tongue and lips
a lean and tangled beast,
words breaking up
in a torrent
like a cacophony
of electric blue...
GoddessGoddess in Free Verse More Like This
You were not a goddess -
no ivory trespass
or oath in alabaster
to wrap in cloth and bury where
it could not be found;
no vessel to be cherished or
adorned with oil.
Too much skin
to fill up a world of men.
You could not breathe
under water -
your hair a window
floating, framed across the surface
as the water line rose up
the pier and sucked barnacles
But we made you a myth
an omen for the young men
who placed the ocean
under their caps
and baited their hooks
every morning to try
to catch the silver trout
left shining on the rocks
where they hauled in the waves
UndoneI cannot rememberUndone in Free Verse More Like This
what she wore that night,
or the smell of the moon
at her wrist,
or the blur of her cheek
grazing the pillow.
I cannot recall details
of her voice -
what was said
once the heat of July
nested in the curve
of my tongue
and pressed back
But I remember the shock -
the last tremor
of bricks and skin
carving an arc
into our breathing,
shaking the walls of her room
and the sound of the world
Sometimes The Clothes Do Not Make The ManI am not the manSometimes The Clothes Do Not Make The Man in Free Verse More Like This
left hanging in the closet -
the patterned plaid
of slip knot
mother sent for Christmas
or the herringbone
caul of wool
that shrouds my skin from winter.
I am not the grey flanneled stride
that steals the sidewalk
from children jumping rope
or the cable stitched fisherman
stalking the wharf
and crumbling pier
when dusk comes calling.
I am but a bonescrap
and a dream,
of nerve and tendon
that keeps a distant profile,
from these garments
and owns the face of many.
Cat JournalDay 983 of my captivityCat Journal in Free Fella More Like This
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Imbeciles! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn
Love Me SlowlyStroke me,Love Me Slowly in Free Verse More Like This
But stroke me in the morning of my life.
But don't kiss my lips.
Kiss the dreams that I lost.
and hug me tightly,
Cause my weakness runs for my veins when I'm alone.
Fill my life.
You're the only one that can do that.
Find me in your heart
I know I'm just a little piece there
But I'd be able to paint blue the sun for you.
But love me slowly
I wanna feel every second of your hands playing with my hair
and your nose rubbing my cheeks,
smiling at me, closing your eyes,
waiting for your voice saying my name like a sweet melody,
knowing that our love exists beyond our bodies,
knowing that I'm yours
knowing that you're mine.
Missing youI could give u my life.Missing you in Free Verse More Like This
I'd give you my heart and my blood.
I'd put my soul in ur hands,
my strenght and my eyes.
I don't care what I have to leave
'cuz my days are not full if you're not there.
I know you feel the same
and sometimes I just forget it.
Forgive me for being so dumb.
You only make me smile
when i think everything is just a sad dream.
You only show me how beautiful is every morning
when I think the sun can burn my skin.
You show me how lovely is every night
when you kiss my forehead and says
that there are no monsters under my bed.
I love when you talk and you don't talk
I love when you see and you don't see
I love when you love me in the silence of my fears.
I love when you're there pretending being here.
Hold me tight, my princess.
I'm so weak,
I'm so breakable,
I'm so silly,
I'm so weirdo.
What would I do without you?
What would I do without your cheeks?
What would I do without your hair painting my face in red
when you kiss me?
What would I do if you lived y
Every time I love youI love every inch of ur lipsEvery time I love you in Free Verse More Like This
And your cheeks touching the winter.
Your smile makes me know that God exist
And your eyes show me the Heaven.
Your hair is my way to go up
And talking to the angels.
And my heart can't stop beating for u.
Your body is my warmth
When I feel lonely
And your hands save me
When I'm falling down
And u say: "hold me"
And my soul has a hope
That I could die
Knowing that somebody loved me
With all of her mind,heart,soul.
I'll rest in peace
cause u were my paradise
And my life had been able to find a meaning.
You're the meaning of my life
You're my life
You're the reason I was born.
I was born to love u,
love u till the end
Beyond the years
Beyond our dreams
A blind loveA pure heartA blind love in Free Verse More Like This
so far from here
and so close.
A beautiful life
to shine and shine
And I'm without you
but you're with me.
A big sun above my head
and my eyes can't see.
Let me imagine the shape of your cheeks.
Let me imagine the colour of your teeth.
Show me how I can live in a world without rainbow.
Teach me how to love something I don't know.
Just my hands stroking your forehead
and my fingers touching your lips can tell me about you.
Your hair is so soft,
it feels like the water of the sea kissing my legs.
There is no day or night to me,
Everything is just ...grey?
Only the sound of your voice
calms down my anxiety to see you,
my anxiety to live.
Your hands on my face tells me how pretty you are.
Your body warming my heart says how much you love this blind man.
Your eyes...your eyes, I can't talk about them
But I guess they're just wonderful
like a kind of Heaven waiting for me.
If my soul knew what is red or blue
I'd paint you in each centimeter of my skin.
If your tears had a colour
Everytime I see youEverytime I see you,Everytime I see you in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know what to do,
I feel silly, I feel ugly
and don't know what to say
Cause you're the top of the world,
You're a princess, I 'm a fool.
You're the Heaven, I'm just mud.
I could live without air
but I couldn't live without you.
Hold me, hug me,
Kiss me, stroke me.
Make me smile
Give me life.
Make me yours.
Fill my mind, my heart,
Let me love
Let me find...
the way to your dreams
the light of your eyes.
Your NothingToo fool to understand you,Your Nothing in Free Verse More Like This
Too weak to resist you,
Too slow to catch you,
Too far to touch you.
Sometimes I feel my words are not enough.
Sometimes I think you even forgot my name.
Sometimes I'm not sure if you know I exist.
Sometimes I cry for you without tears.
Cause' each word is for you,
each word falls down from my eyes,
from my soul,from my heart
and just wanna express how empty is my life, my time,
my love, my hands, my lips.
I can't find the way you see me as I see you.
I can't find the way you think of me
spending every moment of the f...ng night
just imagining your eyes saying you need me
as I need you.
My pillow is full of my kisses.
My pillow has the marks of my hugs.
MY pillow knows my dreams about you
and even knows your name.
But, probably I'm just a number in your life.
Probably, you're just kind.
Probably you're just polite.
Probably I just mean nothing.
Nothing, that's me,
the nothing that loves you in the silence,
the nothing that screams when nobody hears,
Breaking upSo unfair, you say.Breaking up in Free Verse More Like This
And it seems I don't love you as you want.
You're there looking at me with eyes of Heaven
And I'm so cold like Dante's Hell,
like the soul of a man that loved so much
but never trusted again.
So unfair, you say.
And my lips don't taste as yours.
My kisses are salted like a rock,
like my sweat, like my thoughts.
And you want me to love you.
And you want me to feel.
And you want me to be...
yours... and it's hard.
It's hard to be as you dreamed of me.
It's hard to love without heart.
It's hard to live as I'm not.
It's hard, just hard.
No, please, don't cry!
Don't cry, my love!
Don't say I'm mean.
Don't say I'm cruel.
Don't say I lied.
Don't say you'll die
if I leave you,
if I stop calling you "my life",
if I see you for last time,
if I go and you're not there,
if a 'bye'
is the worst word I can say.
I'll understand if you don't want to hug me.
I'll understand if you don't want to take my hand.
I'll understand everything you do
'cause you know that you lost me.
Sad HeartsLonely heart feeling sadness,Sad Hearts in Free Verse More Like This
Trying to find colours,
Trying to see flowers
In the middle of your tears,
In the middle of the darkness
Come with me, my little treasure
Cause the sun is my friend,
Touch the fire with your hands,
A beautiful light you'll receive.
Just fly to break free.
Stop living under pressure
Don't being yourself,
Don't being nothing.
And don't say the life is a tale,
Cause I'm real, my love,
More real than your pain,
Hidden in your soul,
In every step you take
Waiting for you,
Waiting for your hands,
And our days.
Lost LoveHold my handLost Love in Free Verse More Like This
And let me feel the freedom,
Touch my head
And let me think of you;
Kiss my heart
And let me show my love,
Find my lips
And let me tell the truth,
Close my eyes
And let me see your moon;
Cause your soul is my light
And your words are my blood,
Just you make me feel alive
Just you get I realize
That your world is my world
And your life is my life
I don't know who I am,
I just know I'm a man.
Let me sleep in your arms,
Let me dream of a girl,
The rose that I lost,
The sun that I´ve found,
The spring that I get.
Unknown LoveWhere are you?Unknown Love in Free Verse More Like This
Night and day trying to find,
trying to see,
trying to say.
I've drawn you a lot of times,
but you're not on my drawings.
I've painted you wasting my eyes,
but I can't get the colours of your feelings.
Tell me what I have to do to know you,
to get a bit of ur love,
to get more than a dream,
to get your nose rubbing my cheeks,
to get your hands
drawing your name on my lips,
to get ur fingers giving shape to my face,
stroking my loneliness,
stroking my fears.
Paint a star on my forehead,
the sun on my chest,
the sky on my eyes
and wings on my arms.
Let me fly with you
where you live.
Show me the world.
Show me the wind.
Show me your soul.
Show who I am.
Show who you are.
They told me I'd find you,
but it seems too far.
It seems I've lost my voice
and you can't hear,
It seems I've done all that I could
and you never existed
and you'll never exist.
But I still have a hope.
If you're there, my unknown love,
You have here a poor heart,
you have here a lil song,
you have here a
Missing BonesWe spent our nights star gazingMissing Bones in Free Verse More Like This
on the top of that local bar on 5th street.
You said you loved me by night,
that no star or moon in any given universe
could compare to me; that we were lost warriors
searching for a home within the roots of one another.
I believed myself a wandering ghost among the living,
searching for missing bones and the warmth of another's grave.
You shook me then,
kissing me where it hurt most-
just to test a theory.
"Like dead birds,
you are not faceless;
your rib cage has a meaning."
And I believed I loved you then
underneath the moon and stars
tipsy on your smile and your words
and your warmth.
Your hands must be the thieves
who stole these thin bones of mine-
because, I never wanted you more.
Ask Me To Write a PoemAsk me to write a poemAsk Me To Write a Poem in Free Verse More Like This
about kissing witches in my sleep.
Ask me to write a poem
about the bump on my middle finger
from forcing pen to paper.
Ask me to write a poem
about the discolored bruises on my knees
the poetry written in ink upon my flesh
the love in a foreign tongue on my wrist.
Ask me to write a poem
my possessive Siamese,
about my rose thorn teeth,
and the battle scars I wear like trophies.
Ask me to write a poem
about how my own words make me sick,
about how I swear I'll die by the pen.
Ask me to write a poem
about boys and peaches
and how I wish they tasted just as sweet,
about how I sanded away layer, after layer
after layerjust to see if I really bleed ink.
Ask me to write a poem.
Once More, With Feeling. Names should mean more thanOnce More, With Feeling. in Free Verse More Like This
popularity in a baby book
or, being named after
your fathers father.
I wish my name had meaning,
other than, "Soap opera queens",
I wish I was a Josaphine,
an Annabelle Lee,
or a SkyAnnlike how
giving my words flight every night
just seems to give it more meaning.
I don't like being forgotten.
Who will remember a Kayla
when there are so many?
N o v ai.N o v a in Free Verse More Like This
This distance between us
is devouring my lungs.
I'm left here gasping,
trying to suture back together
all the broken nights-
the cigarette burns in my bedsheets.
I'm tracing maps on my limbs,
and I'm painting black holes on my palms,
pressing them into letters
left on my nightstand
untouched and unread.
I keep telling myself
none of this is about you.
But I'm reaching for empty galaxies
as I try to remember what it felt like
to be one of a binary star.
Light-years away, and I'm here-
just another nova on your ceiling,
searching this vast universe for you.
Je t'aimeShe told me, "I love you this much!"Je t'aime in Free Verse More Like This
stretching her arms out
as far as they could go, fingers taught
I looked at her, eyes smiling
and asked, "Only that much?"
"That's all there is." She replied.
And I agreed,
"Vast oceans can not compare our our love,
Poetry,She is stardust leaving sweet bonesPoetry, in Free Verse More Like This
in her wake. A trail of poetic destruction
conceived in verse--answering questions
with kisses. There is a hunger in her
freckled constellations, like spider webs
woven together with golden thread.
Like the wild roses she braids in her hair:
She walks backboned and head held high;
the strongest of letters on a page
left to rest in your mouth.
Narcissus Gets Over HimselfOn reflection:Narcissus Gets Over Himself in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we're just too alike.
Scene"This relationship's a farce!" he yelled and exited angrily.Scene in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"That's the closet," she said and waited for him to come out.
Meta-PhysicalFought writer's block.Meta-Physical in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lost the plot.
Ask Me ThisAsk me this riddle.Ask Me This in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shake mist at me.
Kiss the a.m. every day.
Make his St. different; change it around.
Eks is math – it helps you to play.
Take Miss H home please. Why? Just because. The poor girl, she
Has mites, ‘k?
Is the mask slipping? A hit or a miss?
Surely the answer is to ask me this.
No Beauty in My SoulAsk me to write a poemNo Beauty in My Soul in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I'll look at you blankly;
I'm not well-versed in this sort of thing.
Though I've got form,
My collection's prosaic.
I'll float an idea but that ship's going to sink.
Ask me to write a poem -
I will marry my words up.
They'll live more in sickness than in good health.
Here are some lines
To demonstrate friendship
But wouldn't you like a one-liner instead?
Colourful LanguageThey talk blue. You see red.Colourful Language in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Out For The CountCalm before math homework.Out For The Count in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Small WitchesAsk me about Hallowe'enSmall Witches in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I have to think back.
Turnips for jack,
Apples to bob.
Dressed up in black
To play in the dark.
Turnips for jack,
Apples to bob.
Small witches take flight.
Turnips for jack,
Apples to bob.
Fly through the night.
In bed by nine.
Turnips for jack,
Apples to bob.
Run to saints and all souls.
Turnips for jack,
Apples to bob.
Turnips for jack,
Apples to bob.
Ask me about Hallowe'en
And I have to look back.
Turnips for jack,
Apples to bob.
MonophobiaYour hand found my heart with ease,Monophobia in Free Verse More Like This
just as your words always found cracks in weakened armor,
and with the same fluidity that constantly drew my gaze,
filling me with childish need atop the comfort of company,
even if lonely:
we were never ones to stand individually.
Then you play my heart strings,
with the skill of devoted pianists and the poise
of Egyptian princes,
garbed in such confidence I have no choice but to move my lips
to words hummed beneath your steady breath;
the words my heart stammers over,
as weak a fool as ever.
Necessities mash like fevered lips,
merging us as one being,
one entity of which to rejoice with proclamations of fragile love.
and when our lips do make war,
I kiss you into my own oblivion,
drawing you deeper inside me to dwell and comfort,
though you decay fleshly walls
and expanding sacks of breath,
a bloody clash of love producing broken wills and such
mangling us further towards impending destruction:
UnfoundedI cram words within murky, hollow spaces,Unfounded in Free Verse More Like This
replicating ways in which blood fills a wound.
I squeeze articles and adjectives
supporting metaphors and similes
into tight-fitting corners,
until that which is empty begins to bloat.
The ache of something missing,
the loss of one internal, now painfully unknown:
it finds no satisfaction within passion
and phrases so desperately created, upheld.
Why give transparent, misleading hope
Does pleasure derive from humiliation
the catalyzing of previously weakened hearts?
Where is the limit of cruelty defined,
if not in the cries and weeping of dreams:
Language wilts on my fingertips,
turns to ash in my mouth
the gorge in my throat which partakes in
how significant is agony endured within silence,
inside pitiful thoughts?
It is nothing notable of specific emotion,
only biting veracities upon repetition
and foolish belief:
"I am no poet of words."
Liberate the MindStronger than myself,Liberate the Mind in Free Verse More Like This
a varying constant, if possible at all.
I can trust in the cycles of confidence
to the heavy weight of
worthlessness, but can give not pattern or apathy
to the event,
only aching bouts of shame,
for holding the head high,
shoulders back and squared in certainty
brings much exhaustion, which then
allows easily the act of hunching in
to keep from bleeding out.
Perhaps I will adapt like clever chameleons
who excel in hiding and
and perhaps hypocritical smiles will cease
encouragement to fraudulent behavior,
which always bring out simulated bests
but maybe genuine efforts reap no results,
putting honest theorists to
and maybe I ponder the unknown like stargazers ponder
constellations and crowded masses
for the purpose of false security;
I no longer have control.
The Concept of PerspectiveI unfurl with lavender,The Concept of Perspective in Free Verse More Like This
wild and stretching possibilities
within velvet serenity.
I sway joyously with conducting trees
and fall with musical, tumbling leaves,
and for once,
time does not govern
I change like the seasons,
no complicated reason...
just that I do;
it is as they always say:
some things, they never change.
SupernovaI teeter,Supernova in Free Verse More Like This
and I totter,
within my wooden frame:
a high-wire act
Aspirations desire me
a paint-filled masterpiece,
until misery engulfs and claims.
while I wait with goosebumps
across quivering exteriors.
Colors soon steal over me
like phantom hands of night
as paint caresses canvased skin,
so still and statuesque.
All at once, I colorfully
an acrylic creation
EnzymaticIn my tears I drowned for youEnzymatic in Free Verse More Like This
when my cries could not grow fingers to r e a c h ;
you were apathy wrapped in silent smiles,
which touched and made to feel.
I felt youdiscovered you,
like children sent scavenging for
hidden notes and clues;
you were a jagged jigsaw puzzle
lovingly pieced together
Done in silence,
through studied observations
and tentative smiles aimed at shoulder blades;
you would never grant me access
if you knew my subtle intimacy
left one-sided and aching like
goodbyes rolled into single nights of warmth.
You were my radiance,
illuminating internal corners
until I believed that I, too, could shine as bright;
it appears only some are meant to be the sun.
Quieting the SparrowQuieting the Sparrow in Free Verse More Like This
"Release me, now
I desire wind's flight."
You do not yet understand
the thrashing of feelings
the bite of crooning words;
You know not the cruelty of man,
nor the tip of his arrow
Man hunts and stalks
beauty with sardonic blatancy
elated and brimmed with delight.
He snuffs it out with senses akin to savage beasts,
crippling prey with fearsome teeth.
However, amongst fear and shattered aspirations,
there is no greater rush than to hunt
and be hunted
but once caught:
reality wakes cold.
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the looming, lanky shapes of skyscrapers that veil busy streets and intersections
the clouds in the sky reflected on pavement like the artwork of a lonely artist,
and even in my own shadow, which hides sometimes when the sun, too, loses itself behind a darkened silhouette.
I lose myself within the ripples upon the water, transfixed by the ease in which rocks skip off its slippery surface.
It reminds me briefly of a beach in Washington, whose massive waves engulfed every rock
I dare let fly, my effort consumed in salt and foam.
I would spend hours washing sand from toes, and wrestling salt from hair and flesh,
but the sea was my obsession, and it only took a moment of memory to lose myself again.
I lose myself in blackened sky, awed and
breathless over the dimension that unfurls: white and shining.
Wishes are placed on every star for morning, as if, when day came,
the night would fade away with me.
I was always here when sunlight peeked over jagged mo