Lifting limbs and holding backYou are tasteful and curious. Fingers fitting into tight spaces and your mouth perking at the sound of impressionable movement. You keep quiet and while thoughts rage constantly you are vigilant when generalities break off and it is worth the time to listen and to speak.Lifting limbs and holding back in Free Verse More Like This
There seemed no better option than to recklessly plow my breath into you with the words that shook and fought from inside of me. You were responsive with your eyes widening and you expanded on things that I could no longer hold or develop. I was sedated by the blush of your skin sliding against mine, undeniably rounded and delighted by the arcs of you. You were destined to follow me to the pinnacle of my breath and writhing. I was opened up by it, hungry for hurried movements that the ample space I had ignored in the past would offer me.
Now, I am silent. I have stretched boundaries, been bold and breathtaking in my wonderment for the world but it is not enough. I am silent for the fear of you and what you encompass. I
Blood in the horizon.You hear life is awful long, but it seems so shortBlood in the horizon. in Free Verse More Like This
when you're young and people are dying around you.
Young people who had a lot more years left in their
faces just waiting to be worn thin but instead they'll
stay thick and doll like forever.
You push yourself towards the wind and let it brush your hair across your
face wondering if it can move you along in life as well, because some days
you trudge along and feel like nothing can get you by. Some days people
look like devils and every approach is an expression of devious intentions.
You think your protecting your soul but instead you're encasing it in
a lead box of broken paranoid emotion.
I know you think you're the worse one, but just know I'm right there
with you. I've got selfish time ridden hands that collect but never
give. I make up excuses and press them between my arms like someone
wants to chop them off. But we're all asking for a few hand outs
and it's natural for us to worry sometimes. So don't be so hard on yourself.
dirt.dirt. in Free Verse More Like This
it feels weird to tell the world that you don't exist,
that somehow you just stopped somewhere and you
weren't here anymore. it feels like a lie.
a beaten down tired lie that gave up a long time ago.
when i say it i know my eyes grip nothing,
and i'm sure they wonder what i am for not showing
something. but it isn't something that hits me right now.
because it is so pathetically false
but regrettably true.
last week i was aching by your side
and every movement you made was like an introduction
to me finding my way in. my skin crawled with anticipation
and every muscle was tense with held back desire.
movements can be so easily mistaken when you know
what you want. you fell from me, your shoulder blades
brushed my chest and you removed every hope.
it was silent and awkward and you didn't even know
it had happened.
now today, i am aching and its this hollow far away ache
because it's not your shoulder blades this time, it's your
complete forever absence. the quiet assurance that you slee
Hands awayI put my hands down. Tilt my head and close my eyes. Fall into you and wait.Hands away in Free Verse More Like This
It's too long for me to remain sane, too short for me to learn enough about myself to walk away. My feet face you when you speak, yours turn away like you're always about to leave. The eyes that fight through your skull to see are trembling when you look at me. It's like they're always working to get away from you.
I hold my arms and lean towards you, swollen with contempt and wanting. I am alone in myself all the time; it makes sense that I'm falling now. Lots of people wake up without a reason to.
I'm waking up and lying low.
Attempting to move in stagnant watersI hung into the corners of your body and I let you touch me as long as my eyes were closed. Most noises were shallow breaths, few were more or less. You were arranging my body with strong arms and hollowing it out with soft fingers and quiet kisses. Rapid movements were used here and there but it was the combination of fast and slow that made the movements into a dance.Attempting to move in stagnant waters in Free Verse More Like This
Before hand you said sex was a dance. I agreed. The guy can lead, the girl can be moved, swung, and fucked without knowing what the steps were in the first place.
My only saving was my eyelids and my confidence of breath into your neck. I opened my eyes for periods only to calm you or to watch my body in the mirror ripple above you so I could learn how to act.
The most pleasing part of the entire thing was knowing your desire and feeling your thoughts in your fingers as they took notice of every curve every bone every aching arch that swept through me like a shaking seizure. I was given more than I had ever asked for an
roping in sincerityI have held love that I never thought could exist androping in sincerity in Free Verse More Like This
reverberated between two things I thought couldn't mix.
I have attempted to remove myself from destruction as
well as implant myself with a growing poison.
I have been young and reckless and at times continue to
be that way. I've thought of myself as tame but when I
look back I am often surprised by my deeds and stumbles.
I have seen the people I love slashed and their skin
become frail and at the same time seen their bones somehow
strengthen because of it.
I will never forget the blood that was spilt just to connect
two people and disconnect from another. I am still awe inspired
by our awakening in the world and how at the same time we lived
in fantasies that somehow moved us further than any reality could.
I am impressed by our heartened words and hope to feel them swell
again with ignorance and hope and intelligence. I will not forget
the beginning of my aches for love and lust and how they started
with blood and a girl on my lip
Against Nature"Mommy!" The call shatters the peace I fumble to carry like a bell in an abandoned cathedral. I can't stop myself from looking for the little girl whose voice pierces my heart.Against Nature in Sketches More Like This
I can't find her. The park is full of children - too full. Shrieks bleed with laughter, buried under the heavy pounding near my temples. Children push against me, protesting as I rush by. Heads raise as nearby adults track me with wary eyes. They see a frantic parent seeking her child, but no amount of sympathy inspires them to do more. The sharp tang of fear burns; no matter how quick I am or how many times I search the colorful maze of jungle gyms, I can't find her.
It's faster to work around the crowd but now the trees block my path. Shadows peek from behind sprawling trees, giggling at my misfortune. It's hard to remember if the girl's voice was panicked when she called for me or if I had imagined it. Was I wrong?
A familiar sound stops me. The giggles I hear belong to a wild blonde who waves to me
Meditation on ThoughtBegin the quiet storm of fidgeting,Meditation on Thought in Free Verse More Like This
a drum, a drum:
fingers through hair,
the insides of my lids.
My mind grows scrublands.
"What do you mean?" and,
"What do I mean?"
I tend slowly toward the abstract.
Pine trees sprout from my hair,
a forest of church steeples.
Whippoorwill am I,
and my fingers stretch
to build me bridges of stone,
a whole cathedral of bone archways.
My Michelangelo eyes sit restless
in a face of white and green marble.
The smallest drop of rain
against the window
and my thoughts collapse
I must begin again.
There is a secret
as the drops of water
roll down the glass.
gambler's risk of lovegambler's risk of love in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Dont jump into a relationship unless your willing to fall
dont set such high standards when you know nothing at all
with such a high leap and no notion in sight
how will you know when Mr.Perfect is right
rushing and hurrying, with no time to think
this is about future- will reality sink?
this isn't a game, or a battle's own war
the loving affection to be adored
so hold your head high- and with it come risk
the battle of love is at a terrible miss
Condensation I think of you at sunrise;Condensation in Free Verse More Like This
( sometimes ) when I think of you
I think in terms of teraVolts ( sometimes
Fundamental; / I think of cycles that
cut through magnetic fields: relativistic 50 microTeslas
/and escape; velocity & energy(multiplying) naturally
giving off heat; bleeding off Joules;
s p i r a l l y fulfilling astrophysics = dreaming
Swing BandPlay your trumpets louder, boys -Swing Band in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let's hear that trombone sound.
You're gettin' paid to make some noise;
The dames are crowdin' 'round.
The chaps have finished sippin' gin
And now it's time to dance.
They want a tune to dip and spin
And kick up some romance.
A young thing needs a break at night
From white barrage balloons,
From broadcasts, blackout drapes, cordite,
Junkers across the moon.
The music's really pickin' up.
The piano's lost a string.
There's no one in a smoky club
But loves a chance to swing.
It's hard to hear the sirens wail -
The saxophone is grand -
For death is sorry, weak and pale
But life's a big swing band.
The Piano DemonThe first time I saw her - really, really saw her, not just glanced at her as we tried our best to catch the back seats in the small university classrooms - she was at a piano. Maybe I'd never have really been able to notice her had it not been for that one, strange evening when destiny gently pushed me out of my awkward life and into hers.The Piano Demon in Short Stories More Like This
If only children can be prodigies, then I wasn't one any longer. I'd lived through my glory years at school, where I'd gone off and won prizes for art and English, maths and physics, running circles around classmates and less talented professors. Eventually, when push came to shove and I had to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, I hid behind some more studying, delaying that dreadful moment when I'd have to prove that not only was I smart, but that I was also able to do something. I chose English and physics as majors, convinced I could do both easily enough. I wasn't right. I wasn't very wrong, either. There wasn't much of a personal life