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imagine my surpriseI cimagine my surprise in Concrete Poetry More Like This
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- go away -i am not interested in warranting dismissal.- go away - in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the seamless effluvial, exiting from distasteful lips; fluvial, moulding, melded into a cuneiform ripple of constance. haiku and rock carvings on your trembling lowest lip.
you breathe in the burning, and ash your silence as a distancing of favour, but i do not acquiesce into my abhorrence of your predilection. what's yours is yours after all - and you are what you cannot give up - burning bits of nothing.
we are immutable, unwavering - and if we change - it will be as if we always were. we do not remember the transitions, we only know of now. you breathe out in a steady rhythm; i can feel your
you say helloof course i am a conversationalistyou say hello in Free Verse More Like This
i slip up on your fingertips and rush
headstrong into devoid-of-care
we shake on it
(the belief that we will
fall) so we take custody
of our fantasies (realised)
before we, exhausted,
exeunt
like burning meati have to get away from this absencelike burning meat in Free Verse More Like This
of feeling, it threatens to size me
up to shut me down down like a turtle
shelless and bubbling, waiting for
a plate to rest its weary head upon
--
and we cackle deep
crackling our backs
like fried skins
and snap like bones
before spilling
marrow all over
fronts
of clean shirts
---
the texture i can feel most
vividly in my sleep
is your skin
the smell that harasses
me most nights, and snatches
of day, is too
sedate seditioni wonder what itsedate sedition in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
means to the few
of us
--
wish you
had washed
yourself clean
of me a long
time ago
don't you
--
turn the page now
roll it over and
over in your
fingers lick the
edges light it
up and breathe
real deep like
a kid watching
a fire engine
bleed past the
window when his
mother stops
the car.
--
exhale
me like a
sieve full
of beans
with pillow hills toomake this bed bigwith pillow hills too in Free Verse More Like This
make it so i can
actually get lost in it
not just figuratively
not just in a dream
make it so you
follow me, so that
you try and run after
me, make it so you
can only catch me
if i want you to
and make it so when
i tell myself to wake
up, i do.
but first, make this bed
big like a forest, like a
skyscraper, like a sky
scraper forest, like a forest
full of skyscrapers, so that
waking would be, just the
same as dreaming, and i
would not feel so bad
when i'm missing out
on either
voice of ashesyou speak in metaphorvoice of ashes in Free Verse More Like This
and i don't understand
the semaphore in the
smoke you've been
exhaling
everyone verges on lonelinesssome time ago there was a little girl.everyone verges on loneliness in Free Verse More Like This
she had arms as big as the moon
to push her love toward the earth.
she moved the waves, all across people's faces;
big tidal waves sometimes,
eliminating every scintilla of breath
along the shorelines, up until the mountains,
or, little summer sprays of spit
along your legs as you dangle from the jetty.
this little girl liked to pour her love,
because she did not want to drown in a pool of it.
[ the boy with the fall apart mouth
all jittery to one side
smiling to hide his stumbles ]
lay marbles along the groundit's raining again outside and i am not sure whether or not i should go to the post office, and post that letter to you, i even made sure i got your address right, picked a nice little envelope.lay marbles along the ground in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
it's something like pleasance, something like a train wreck, a horrific plane crash with no survivors, all twisted metal and you can't even make out where a mangled something could have been where a body was, or is. maybe it's like how all the colours are all swirled into a representation of, how earth is from up way high. like when you're flying and everything slowly takes on a cartoon-like certainty, the world becomes a doll-house, i guess then, we
Your Man BluesI don't want to be a fat man, so I can't find my feet.Your Man Blues in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I don't want to be a thin man, seeking something to eat.
I just want to be your man - not too fat and not too thin.
I want to ring your bell, babe, and know that you will let me in.
I don't want to be a strange man, so people try not to stare.
I don't want to be a plain man, so people can't see I'm there.
I just want to be your man - not too strange and not too plain.
I want you to feel love, babe, as natural as rain.
I don't want to be a wild man, like a mule kicking in a stall.
I don't want to be a tame man, with no surprises at all.
I just want to be your man - not too wild
WhisperWhisper in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I went to the zoo and let some wild things out.
That was a whisper - do not make me shout.
I kept on driving when the road ran out.
That was a whisper - do not make me shout.
I erased my book and tore the pages out.
That was a whisper - do not make me shout.
I love my life but with a trace of doubt.
Can you hear me whisper? Do not make me shout.
Coming Home BluesI can talk and I can sing,Coming Home Blues in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and you know which one I like.
I can talk and I can sing,
and you know which one I like.
I like the one that brings you nearer,
telling me that it's all right.
My heart is made of water,
it is like a tiny sea.
My heart is made of water,
it is like a tiny sea.
And like the moon you're always tugging
at the tides that move in me.
Though they always move together,
moon and sea, they never touch.
Though they always move together,
moon and sea, they never touch.
I'm so glad that I can hold you,
and I love you oh so much.
City Line BluesI was walking out of trouble,City Line Blues in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
when I reached the city line.
I was walking out of trouble,
when I reached the city line.
"Speed Limit Zero"
is what it said on the sign.
Zero miles per hour –
how can I ever get past?
Zero miles per hour –
how can I ever get past?
I think my time in trouble
is going to last and last.
I was walking in trouble,
with my dog on a chain.
I was walking in trouble,
with my dog on a chain.
All my good sugar candy
melted down in the rain.
I fell asleep in trouble
and I dreamed that I found –
I fell asleep in trouble
and I dreamed that I found
the way out of trouble
to Serenity tow
Waiting for My Rider BluesWell, I'm waiting for my rider,Waiting for My Rider Blues in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I hope she gets back soon.
We really should be leaving
if we are going to reach the moon.
My rider is a sweet one
and she likes to navigate.
But we got to get a move on
or we are going to be late.
She went into the city
to buy us bread and wine.
If she got lost inside the market,
getting out could take some time.
There may have been bad weather,
and she was caught by a storm.
Just as soon as she gets back here,
we will both be safe and warm.
She may have met a crowd of people
who were watching a parade.
She may be waiting till it passes,
and they move a barricade.
She may have heard s
ValentineI know the ancient words and I speak the newest talk -Valentine in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my pantry's full of pie and my front door has a lock.
You can be my fiddle and I can be your bow -
I can play the high notes so soft and sweet and slow.
I know you need a quiet place where you can mend your dreams -
my daddy was a tailor, I can sew those ragged seams.
I've heard that there are angels who are jealous when we kiss -
they look at us and think about all the things they miss.
There is something to be said for not rocking any boat -
but if you rock with me I know we can stay afloat.
I asked the higher powers if our love would be okay -
they said love is always risky but do it anyway.
I used to know just what to do, I had a master plan -
the only thing I know now is I want to be your man.
This is no brief love affair and this is no mistake -
this love is mine to give and my heart is yours to take.
FallFall in Free Verse More Like This
Something fell. How could a sound so loud
have been a dream? Yet how could a sound
so loud have left a silence thick as this?
There is so little sound you might be deaf.
You say, "hello," softly, to the dark.
You hear your voice clearly through the air.
The lighted clock says four A.M.
Did something fall? It could have been a dream.
It may have been the picture in the hall.
Why did you hang it with a single nail?
Or was it something not so near as that,
whose size and mass you cannot say?
Was it here in the city, a block away,
a mile? There would be sirens, surely.
Or was it something both near and far -
did a world slip dow
Water MusicWater Music in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It begins without a word - water music.
There will be singing, there will be a song.
But it begins with breath held in - water music.
It begins with stillness and with form.
A partial face, a single hand - water music.
One wish - to hide; another - to be known.
The red of lips, the green of leaf - water music.
To hide this way is not to be alone.
The image of a moment - water music.
Then it passes and a breath is drawn.
An artist makes an image - water music.
And a poet sees and makes a song.
SplatterSplatter in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sing a song of splatter,
sing a song of stain,
climbing up the ladder,
coming down again.
We can sit together
on the lowest rung -
coffee in the filter,
coffee on the tongue.
Is anything the matter?
We will start again,
with a song of splatter
and a song of stain.
Specialist BluesI'm a specialist, baby -Specialist Blues in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'm the one you should see.
I said I'm a specialist -
I'm the one you should see.
When every doctor lets you down
it is time to try me.
They can x-ray you, baby,
to see if you broke a bone.
Oh, they x-ray you, baby,
to see if you broke a bone.
But I'm the one who can help you
when you feel all alone.
They can write you prescriptions
that no one can read.
They may write those prescriptions
that no one can read.
But I am legible, baby,
and I have what you need.
They will give you an appointment
that is six months away.
Well, they give you an appointment
and it is six months away.
But I can see you right now,
with
we speak of you"you shut the hell up,"we speak of you in Free Verse More Like This
she watches out the window, curious.
boys with colored sweat mold their fists
into slabs of ocean, beating on a boy with
straw-colored skin. she figures she knows
his parents—the brown-eyed, doe woman
who is probably abused and the husband
with the dark, thick hands.
she watches as his freckles are doused
in blood, a thick goopy wine-color while
their hands attempt to break skin, to
break this town.
the window is spattered with the remains
of insects and she watches them converge,
all at once, into a semi-circle around his
oval body, disjointed and married to the
ground. she hears tenni
the manifesto of a loverMy fingers slink off like baby slugs. My nails are left, clamped like bark to a birch in a dying March winter. The air is wine.the manifesto of a lover in General More Like This
My feet are hollow, stubby chins, my eyes dangle off like earrings, without sparkle or diamond for redemption: my lips are swollen, thrown-up pieces of lung strewn over my face. I breathe outside myself.
Your hair is pretty.
my toes are
my thummbbbbb
my
I think you are the only warrior, the only poet, the only murderer I know who smells like that.
our legs are wrapped in sheets like wounded and sore babies out of a womb that
our legarms
our
i have folds of skin in my palms, in the soles of my, in my, my me,
on love"Don't you worry," she says.on love in Philosophical More Like This
On my walks I collect a dandelion, at first, and I hold it near my heart, in case the seeds were to fly away, so they would be caught in the bricks and breaths of my lungs. I find a penny with the tails up but I pick it up anyway, studying the oil patterns on its back, making rainbows on its copper-color surface. I find a rubber band and when I fit it around my wrist, it snaps, breaking the circle, links falling off the chain and landing on top of my feet. I carry them home in a curled palm, sweaty with the presses of my fingers, patterns wrapped around it. My own, my individuality, proven in a system of lines an
knowing life's greatest joyThere is a pregnant girl in our classroom.knowing life's greatest joy in Socio-political More Like This
She's definitely pregnant, too, not just mistakenly round around the tummy. She has small thighs and a pinched face, flabless arms, and a ballooned stomach. She is experiencing life's greatest joy at about seventeen.
We've heard rumors by the ton about her. It's odd to watch her walk through the hallways, sticking to the corners, hiding her belly behind two skinny notebooks and a Science textbook; to see her walk into the cafeteria, her tray pressing into the ridge between her breasts and her bloated stomach, staring her food down like she could swallow it through her eyes; to watch the subtle way
tell me when it hurtsremember the year we skipped your birthday?tell me when it hurts in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
you watched the hands and legs on the face of the clock and tried to make sense of the clown's noses, prong teeth and drooling drips of time, layered on the rims of your auburn hair and spilling down onto the contours of your whipped and beaten eyes like chocolate milk. we dyed your hair that day, purple, spilled wine and mauve egg yolk, and we told you that you didn't have to age if you didn't want to, we told you that the ten-second rule applied to things like beauty and innocence, and we told you that you could be a child until peter pan came for you and you didn't have to watch the clock anymor
the nature of wordsthe nature of words in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
What if I told you I was Jesus?
Look Him up on Google Images. Right now. I'll wait.
Let me just tell you — you'll find pictures of Him, fisted beard and soft eyes, holding lambs, small children, His hands strung up on crosses like a marionette doll, dipping His feet into broken waters, along with the odd picture of an African-American Jesus or a manipulated photo to show Him smoking, drinking, having gay intercourse. And you'll smile, and bite your lip a little, maybe play with some knick-knack, some tinsel and bouncy toy on your desk.
Now look at me. Don't be shy. I'm not offended.
Get in so close to my face that you can only catch
in the pursuit ofI cannot define happiness without simply referencing a myriad of other yellow-sounding adjectives: joyous, pleasant, euphoric, loving, warm, merry, blissful, festive, idyllic, overjoyed, elated, pleased – things that don't even really mean happiness, just equate it in my head.in the pursuit of in Philosophical More Like This
And that makes me nervous.
How do you define happiness? Real, emotive, unguarded and unbridled happiness? How do you describe the dizziness in your toes, the warmth at the top of your head, the numbness on the front of your teeth? The woodlike quality that comes with it, the sort of anesthetized, delirious, passionate happiness?
Without the clichés, maybe?
woodenyou smell like beach swell and umbrella-blanket setwooden in Free Verse More Like This
tissue roll-out carpet, bask in your sides, hip-bone
carbon monoxide, do you never sweat?
cardboard skin, hope you don’t crumple into the ball on
your stained white-plaster chairs, slumped over with
bronzed hair curling off your head like whipped smoke.
hold the whip firm and steady, slip and slide and muddy
mess in your pudding hands, sunglasses rimmed with
self-esteem, vision purified, sun don’t come ‘round here no more.
And oh, I want to be the giggle beside you, the eyebrows
dripped around your eyes, I want to whisper behind a
held-out hand, pamphlet skin, tanne
existentialism in heaven1. First, we have a lesson in breathing.existentialism in heaven in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
(I stutter, and in the back of my head there is a slide and small children are slipping down and losing their lungs, tucking under inside of them, and I came around afterwards and picked up all their organs and buried them inside the tanbark, hid them away in a little box that only I will have, every thought they expelled with their breath and would've liked to keep, and I press my fingers down and they are gathered around me and they say st-st-stutter with their necks like paper cranes for hope and peace and a hopeful mouth. They do not love me.)
She opens up my mouth, peeling back the ridges of my
pandora used to have wingsi found your feetpandora used to have wings in Free Verse More Like This
by the kitchen table.
closer, you say,
while i attach them back onto
your salt bones, tabasco blood dripping
onto my fingers. i am lost in a
waterlogged river of
browning thoughts and pasty dreams.
i hold my breath, a dirty thought
inside my mouth. closer,
you whisper.
you grab my hand and trace my fingers
along your insides, and i look away
at the ceramic
enforcing order on the kitchen tile,
pretending i cannot feel you
between my fingers.
i could squish you, i think.
i could grab your skin and bend it
against my nails: i could use
your tongue as a washcloth, i could
skip beats with your heart,
i
ITThoughtsIT in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not sure what they are
All I see is the emptiness
Not you...
It scares me
I know IT is going to take you
Take you away from me
That's the last thing I need
The last thing I want
No...
I won't let IT take you
Not now
IT wont' get away with this
IT may have ruined me,
But IT will not lay a finger on you
I promise...
You know I love you...
Please remember that
Because I can no longer hide
I can no longer save you
Run my love...
Run as far away as you can
Don't look back
You won't see me
Break what's left of us
Break my little heart
I'm sorry...
IT has become me
I have become IT
Little GirlYou saved me.Little Girl in Free Verse More Like This
Showed me what it's like to be ok.
I listen to what you say.
Then save those words for a rainy day.
Because each word is a work of art.
And I keep them all in my heart.
You healed me slowly.
Gave me your love.
That's why your the only angel in my life.
And when I lost the one I loved.
My knees went weak,
You saw my cry.
But you still tell me I'm invincible.
Even though my words aren't pieces of art,
And my touch isn't as soft or delicate.
Though I'm frayed at the edges,
I'll always be yours.
For you are my angel,
And your wings are always around me.
Your little girl
AmazingIt's amazing...Amazing in Free Verse More Like This
How you can make me smile so easily.
Just a few words and I'm laughing.
I would tell you you're a miracle,
But you don't believe in those.
Still...you're my miracle.
It's amazing...
How your eyes are so alive.
With one look you make my heart race.
I would try to tell you this,
But you wouldn't believe me.
Still...I believe in you.
It's amazing...
How warm you are.
Just one touch and I'm at ease.
I wished for someone like you,
But you don't believe in wishes.
Still...you're my 11:11
It's amazing...
How you're all mine.
All the smiles.
All the exchanged looks.
All the simple touches.
Those are all mine.
A
HauntThe emptiness in his voice echoed in my head like a scream in an empty cave.Haunt in Free Verse More Like This
My eyes scanned the thick white blankets that laid around me.
Lifting my head to the grey, moody sky coldness floated down falling upon my face.
My breath formed white puffs in the air disappearing into nothing.
I would normally smile at weather like this but there's no warmth to hold onto.
No one to smile with me.
Letting go isn't easy.
I know this.
But holding onto you was never easy either.
So what am I supposed to do when you just slipped away?
I love you...
But you haunt me gravely.
VoiceThe cold burns on my skinVoice in Free Verse More Like This
But your warmth still remains
The dark makes my vision blur
Everything but the sight of you
Your love makes my heart stop
The way your scent still lingers
Your eyes makes my mind shut down
Leaves me alone to drown in them
But your voice...
Your voice is why I can still hear
Your words make no sense
Yet I must repeat them slowly
Quietly your words come out
Saying them one last time I understand
We didn't make it...
The world fades away
All but your voice
Those deafening words
Three WordsWords fly awayThree Words in Free Verse More Like This
I wish to capture them
All the ones you told me...
Put them in a box
So I'll never forget
But I can lose them
Lose them in the mess of us
Though when you look at me
Eyes penetrating my skin
Lips forming a smile so slight
My mind races with thoughts
The thoughts that should be erased
My eyes watch you
Every graceful motion
I can't look away
Until you say my name
Then I'm captivated
Captivated in your voice
Soft like velvet
Cold like ice
But your says things
Things I don't want to hear
Did you just say that...
Again..?
Apparently so
Because your moving
Moving in ways I hate
Ways I hate to remember
Back
Your WordsLaughter filled the air around us.Your Words in Free Verse More Like This
A smile lit up your face.
The whole world seemed to disappear,
Just fade away into nothing.
All except you and me
~
Fingers laced together.
Your arm tucked around my waist.
Bringing me towards your warmth,
My heart was beating in rhythm with yours.
I wish I could have melted into you
~
At night I laid in your arms.
Breathing in and out slowly.
Your voice brought sleep to me,
Choosing every word so carefully.
That was my perfect lullaby
~
The air falls heavily upon me.
Eyes observing everything but you.
You're disappearing along with the world now
Fading away quickly.
There's nothing I c
I Only WishHair soakedI Only Wish in Free Verse More Like This
Clothes drenched
It almost feels like I'm in the rain
But I'm curled up in my bed
Without you
You're the whole reason I'm like this
Or is it really my fault?
Eyes never dry
Body never stops shaking
Stop telling me lies
That you still love me
That you'll come back
We'll be together again
Because you know what?
That's just bullshit
I've hard those one too many times
And I'm not going to believe you
Not now
You broke my heart
Can you hear it shattering?
Oh wait...I forgot you can't
You no longer care to hear
My words fall upon deaf ears
As well as my screams
I tried to make you stay
But you just turned your b
I Thought I was Your AngelFall to the floorI Thought I was Your Angel in Free Verse More Like This
No words can reach me
You can't hurt me anymore
So keep yelling words
They only spin around me
I no longer hear you
But I'll just keep pretending
Pretending that I'm not slowly dying
That I don't need you anymore
And I'll just keep wondering..
Where are you now..?
How did we grow apart?
All I have now are burnt memories
And I can't stop thinking of you
You made me who I used to be
I thought I'd tell you,
I'm sorry I broke us
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything
I can't even convince myself,
That if it wasn't for you
I'd never know who I was
Because I still don't know who I am...
I told you I didn
Mine No LongerNothing dulls the painMine No Longer in Free Verse More Like This
Not even this knife
Your words are engraved upon my skin
You voice trapped in my memory
No matter how much I rip my skin,
Your words still remain
No matter how many times I lose my mind,
Your voice is still there
My body goes through the motions
But really I'm a thousand miles away
In your arms
Just like I always wanted to be
You lips meeting mine
Then I hear someone calling me name
I realize it's not you
That I'm only dreaming again
I can't pretend anymore
I break down
My heart shatters
I know you're no longer mine
That you'll never be mine again
I am forced to remember
Remember what we had
What
UncertaintyJust a cage, is where you keep my heartUncertainty in Free Verse More Like This
The palms of your hands must be sore
From the pieces of me you've trapped there
Just the same, Could you wrap me in your arms
Feeling cold beneath your stare
Take me back to your warm smile
Back to the curve of your lips, a place I know so well
We are so Fragile
....Immoveable
We are so young
....Impressionable
And who'd have thought love was so
....Irreplaceable
And who'd have thought you'd be standing there
when I looked up.
I found your eyes and you smiled.
AftertasteSitting by the phone watching the skyline grow dark.Aftertaste in Free Verse More Like This
Bright bursts of color long gone, the sunsets never last long.
She sighs and stifles a sob.
She counted every second apart and keeps the light off.
She's fading gently and almost forgets to breathe.
Faulty eyesight, and her heart skips a beat.
The bedroom warps to another time and place, some place safe.
It didn't hurt to say "I love you" then.
It was always welcomed with a smile on his lips.
She'd stare for hours into his eyes, little did she know even beautiful things lie.
He'd kiss her forehead and stroke her cheek.
She'd lean in and feel herself get weak.
He'd taste like
Remind me of youI remember so much about you,Remind me of you in Free Verse More Like This
The way you smelled so good,
What cologne you used,
How you smiled,
And how stubborn you were
about me tying your shoes.
I love to listen to you laugh,
And still get butterflies
dialing your number at night,
I melt when I hear your voice,
And love to be near you
Oh and the way we'd argue over nothing-
(I could never win those fights)
So many songs make me think of you now when they play,
The words spill out in old memories,
And seem to reflect how much i love you,
As the melody melts away.
When ever an airplane passes over head,
Or a train passes by on tracks,
It doesn't matter where i am,
I
I dare you to stay...please?I dare you to keep on livingI dare you to stay...please? in Free Verse More Like This
And stand strong through all the heartache
and we can laugh at the end of this disaster
smile because we survived.
I dare you to keep those eyes open my love
don't you dare close them long
Giving up isn't an answer
Dear this is where you belong.
I dare you to hold on tighter to me
Your voice is fading too fast now
Feel my hand in yours, isn't that reason enough to stay
If only i could reach you, if only i knew how.
I dare you to take in another breath
Cause you'll miss what this really means
Don't you know what you leave behind
Everything you miss in a blink.
I dare you to whisper
All that you can
Words UnsaidWould you remember my smileWords Unsaid in Free Verse More Like This
If I never smiled again?
Will you remember my laugh
When i'm good and dead?
Is my face one of those
You'll never forget?
I guess there is no holding back now
Here's to regrets!
If I disappeared
would you notice me gone?
If I shed a tear
would you hold me in your arms?
If I told you today how i felt and then said my final goodbye
would you hold me here and keep me alive?
Cause i reached out to you inthe night
and found you weren't there.
So here's my goodbye, i just wish i knew in my heart you cared
Can you please say something?Can you remind me what it feels likeCan you please say something? in Free Verse More Like This
to laugh until you cry?
Can you help me remember
that there shouldn't be anything to hide?
Can you help me see
that the past is only the past & don't bother with regrets?
Can you help me build forever
and promise me you won't forget?
Can you take me by the hand
and tell me things aren't always as bad as they seem?
Can you really help
try to fix me?
Can you understand why i'm scared
and see me still the way you always have?
Can you help me remember what it feels like
to let everything go?
Can you say that as long as it's You and Me
i won't have to sit empty & alone?
Can
Please paint the sky...So you're gone nowPlease paint the sky... in Free Verse More Like This
You left us all behind
The world seems lost without you.
So please wherever you are
Remember every night to:
Paint the sunset.
Catch the fireflies,
To make the stars bright.
When I'm sad place the raindrops where my tears fall
Blow me a kiss in the wind.
Place your heart in the clouds.
Make the sun smile down.
Paint the leaves when it's autumn.
Make the snow sparkle like your eyes once did.
Tuck me in when it's winter.
Wake me up in the spring.
Summer tears may be all that's left but
Please, Paint the sky with love once you're gone…
Please keep the sun turned on...
Plastic Hearts - ShortAxelyou sit beneath me in butter-cup trees,Plastic Hearts - ShortAxel in Free Verse More Like This
life constructed out of paper boxes and
simple cardboard paper cranes,
you look up from the book in your hands
pages all melted together from the clam
of your delicate palms, eager to go from
chapter to chapter without so much as a
break to breathe in-between the melodies
of vampires and werewolves and love and
lust and life and death and beauty and the
fire blazing in the pads of your fingers
your heads tilts, a globe on its axis, and
words bubble at the bones of your back
and I smile and you smile and the whole
world smiles back at us like the sunshine
in the middle of winter, lighting
Fingers Entwined - effamayNot a soundFingers Entwined - effamay in Free Verse More Like This
Emerges from their mouths
Though their lips still moving
For this is a conversation
We are not meant to hear
We are simply
Expected to know
That we are not accepted
We are not wanted here
Just because we walk this street
Fingers entwined
They’re judging us, you know.
Emergence - nokrosDarkness.Emergence - nokros in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Looped in a fetal position, shrouded in velvet black. A corner.
Enclosure. Safety. Locked against the outside forces. Locked
against love... but also against hate.
Slowly, shivering, gaining the strength to stand. Stand, and grasp.
Groping in the dark for the door. Clutching the knob. Unsure.
Afraid. And yet... excited. Hopeful.
Turning the knob. Taking a breath. Pushing on the door, revealing a
glimpse of light. Warmth. Love. Understanding.
Smile. Encouragement. Support. Opening the door more. Happiness.
Relief. A peak at the wonderful world beyond. Excitement. Throwing
the door wide, then--
Bli
Do You Know - sara-no-koishiDo you know what its likeDo You Know - sara-no-koishi in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Do you know what its like
To tell your parents you're a dyke
Do you know what its like
To have your parents try and change you because your different
Do you know what its like
To love someone and never say because you're are both girls
Do you know what its like
To lose friends because you're a fag
Do you know what its like
To never be able to stand up for yourself for fear you will be hurt
Do you know what its like
To be threatened because of the sex you love
Do you know what its like
To confess your love then to be brought down because you could never have a "normal" life
Do you know what its like
The Memories - marz-m3When I first saw youThe Memories - marz-m3 in General More Like This
I wanted nothing more then to hold your hand.
And we indeed held hands.
I kissed your forehead,
I kissed your cheek,
and wished nothing more then
to be with you the rest of eternity.
The light of the playing movie
in the empty movie theatre
illuminated your face with cool, blue light.
Your eyes danced with emotion.
I stroked your hands,
your delicate, beautiful hands,
Carressed your cheek
as if it were fragile paper
that might fall apart any moment.
You rested your chin on my shoulder
and whispered ever so softly,
"Where has the time gone?"
I ponder this and sigh
"Time goes where it always has:
into o
Chocolate Mess - angelcowgrl3Chapter 1Chocolate Mess - angelcowgrl3 in General More Like This
How did we get here? Better yet, how did I get here? It seemed only yesterday that I was happy with you, happy with the life we’ve made together. How can I make our children understand; how can I make you understand? I never meant for this to happen, I never meant to have my entire life change because of one person. I can see it now though, all the signs were so clear. Only if I had figured them out before I met you, before our two children were born. Now the pain I’ve been going through for so many years has to be yours and theirs. For that I am sorry.
As a girl growing up in a small town, your options for datin
It's time to D a n c e -ShortREDIt's time to D a n c e -Short in Free Verse More Like This
his eyes are cold, and on me they linger
drinking in my features like rain and
clinging to my skin as the sun shines high;
he approached me with shaking hands and
fingers laced of whine: h-h-hey y-you're
pretty c-cute: he stutters like an angel with
fear in his eyes and anxiety swimming in
his veins like there's no tomorrow for any
one any more and i laugh like we have all
the days we could dream: so are you: not
a problem with any of my syllables could
you ever find but my heart races like the
dogs up in alaska; mush mush mush mush;
and i take his hand wh
The Morality-Andalitebandit-6The claim in question today is "Homosexuality is morally wrong, because God says so." I disagree. I believe that a person's sexual orientation has nothing to do with morality. Just as it would be silly to condemn a person to eternal damnation and hell-fire for preferring the use of their left hand over their right (being left-handed), I think it is equally silly to condemn someone for preferring a person of the same sex over one of the opposite sex.The Morality-Andalitebandit-6 in Academic Essays More Like This
Let's look at what part of the Bible supports this claim. A few sample translations from various publications include:
New International Version, first published in 1978: "Do not lie with a man
dim these lightsonce the world knows your every insecurity,dim these lights in Other More Like This
we can disappear into fireworks and it’s-going-to-be-alrights.
you will broadcast amongst the stars,
and nobody will have a choice but to awaken to your swollen ankles.
hard work pays off, right?
it’s nighttime now, and the stars have all burnt out,
maybe you just outshine them by miles.
do you remember how it feels to be alone?
you could have that mannequin with the rouge lips,
and your sickly words would echo through her caverns
and she wouldn’t refuse, unlike yesterday.
i promise i don’t miss you,
because you're
please call this homeit happened like this,please call this home in Other More Like This
we or me
or there was an us, or many of us.
and there was six, seven, thirteen bottles?
and we would scull.
stop. breathe in,
breathe out.
empty another,
collapse.
and i'm not sure if this is a dream or nightmare
or if it happened or not,
but
you were there and
where am i. where was i.
i remember racing to the end of the street
under dimmed, orange lights
and traffic lights
going'
green
green
green
run
red
i remember racing.
i remember your pulse
and it went quicker than us and you
and me
and then
it just left.
consoleyou won't kiss me because your lip is split and drowning your tongue.console in Free Verse More Like This
you won't kiss me,
no you wouldn't dare.
i want to tell your shoulder blades iloveyouiloveyouireallyreallyloveyou.
but i think, i already did.
stumbling into your arms on a busy highway with a cocktail that i cannot spell for my life, thinking sexsexsex on the beach in the snow. and you're saying
something
something
wait,
oh,
no, that's okay.
it's your brother in the emergency room.
he's okay.
yeh, he'll be alright.
and you hold me so tight and we watch these brightbrightblurry car headlights.
and i'm thinking baby, you never let me go.
n
maniacthey told me i'd be free.maniac in Free Verse More Like This
pushed me towards that bright, white room.
a perfect cube, the corners so sharp, and the walls all
so startlingly straight,
i couldn't tell where it started or where it would end.
they pushed me towards it.
told me i'd be free.
infinity plus one two us.i forgot to remember to sayinfinity plus one two us. in Other More Like This
all these stupid things
you would have
liked to hear.
but remember you forgot to tell me
you insisted that cars were not
supposed to
stop for fools that
ran red lights.
that cars were not meant
to stop for you and
stick and stones
were nothing like knives and
cones.
you were destined to
whatever it was
you wanted
so badly
within the earths failing
atmosphere
and
why not
just smoke more.
i used to scream and cry and gasp
because i wanted you to kiss my
forehead and hush me to sleep
in your arms.
tell me,
you knew this so.
you just can't follow through
anymore.
imissyoudear.
i miss
usthis is me drunk,us in Other More Like This
and hating every second of it.
this is me.
this is me, shedding skin on your front lawn.
i'm trying to say
please don't leave. please don't leave.
because everyone was in on it, except for me.
i am skeletal remains off yesterday and screaming
still
i love you
i love you
i love you
i got high of some suckers kiss and
said goodbye to everything
but i am still screaming for you
ineffablesay this like it's not a big deal,ineffable in Other More Like This
like you're just losing the love of your life.
Fairytalesyou sat in-between buildings and let balloons get lost in the sky.Fairytales in Free Verse More Like This
[you’ve never been the same
since she told you to let go]
the city lights burned your eyes,
you hid in alleyways
and drank
and drank
and drank
till the street lights vanished, and all was black.
and she wasn’t there anymore to keep you at peace.
she was made of pin prick fingertips when she met you,
and her tippy-toe, arms extended, fingers outstretched display
was leading to where her thoughts were lost
-
her remains of over-bitten nails drummed the table as she
charlotte.it was halloween and charlotte was dressed as an obnoxious pumpkin, because her mother tries to make her a normal child.charlotte. in Free Verse More Like This
(and charlotte will whisper that normal children smash pumpkins, not wear them.)
when charlotte was seven she decided that she would swim far out into old pine lake, and hold her breath until the colors in her eyes turned purple, like the bruises that slid down her thighs and touched apon her fragile feet.
(and it was then that charlotte realized, that no one would be around to save her, and that just wasn't the point.)
charlotte decides to be called "char" because it sounds like something silent
watching you spin.you're a disco dancing, drama queen with dirty hair and the permanent smell of stale cigarettes. but god, are you beautiful, twisting and dancing under circular lights,watching you spin. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
and vomiting when you're done.(acid does some crazy shit)
your hair was once blonde and beautiful like your eyes, but now it's laying in clumps almost everywhere, because you fucking pull out a strand whenever i'm around, i don't know why i do that to you.
but i never really ever offer to leave, either.
there's that one song that i always hear you listening to, it's the same old shit about love and loss and never being able to forget that special someone, i use to ge
william.dreams make him vomit.william. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
meet william.
he has spider-leg fingers and eyes so cold they could stop your heart.
(and they will.)
every night william goes to sleep knowing that someone else is waking up with his only friend, and he wishes he could brush the honey-stained hair from her cheek.
(not the man, who can't even spell love without cheating.)
william dreams at night.
his spider fingers are creeping up the jagged edge of her spine. her skin is the color of milk, and lightly freckled. william keeps her safe, and has made a
mertha.i like to seperate my thoughts into names, to keep them in order.mertha. in Free Verse More Like This
my lonliness is named mertha, and she'd like to meet you.
mertha sits by me on my bed and we draw pictures of tulips and snails and wonder when that math test was. she takes my hand and grips it slowly, while singing that song my mother use to sing when i was 4.
(and i wonder exactly how she knew the words.)
mertha walks with me in the rain and understands that i don't like to be asked questions in the morning. sometimes when i'm sitting in the bathtub with no running water she won't leave me alone, and mertha knows that she is unwelcome.
messages.it's twenty degrees outside, and when he breathes into the air, the smoke spells sex.messages. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
but not the loving kind, the kind where taking a shower just isn't enough to get the smell of him off of me.
he's all wrapped up into disney movie, magic shit. when i know that he is just some dirty subliminal message, and i'll get sucked in.(but i'll tell myself it's not my fault, because my sub-conscious should be more aware, and i'll pinch myself to make sure i'm sleeping.)
i know that's not right. (anything to keep me asleep)
bipolar hearts.we use to watch Fight Club together, because she said that it made her feel a little less alone, and i could never reply so i held her in my lap.bipolar hearts. in General Non-Fiction More Like This
and she told me she was kalea's dizzy mind.
and in real life, you would think nothing of anything really, because she watches the birds fly just like you do. the morning rises on the same side of her window, and she can watch the clock tick away hours, just like you.
and she told me she was kalea's spinal cord.
i watched her pick at her fingernails for too long, and alway
lightening bolt eyes.he has lightening bolt eyes and one fucking killer smile.lightening bolt eyes. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
let me introduce you to whom i call "fire-fly."
he has ice white skin and something about the way his hair falls that makes me wish mine would conform to such a beauty.
looking at you for so long makes me feel. Really feel.
he calls them fire-flies but i say lightening bugs.
fire burns hot against his skin, and i can feel the heat in his heart
but lightening bolt eyes can destroy you.
but god, it's so beautiful first, but only at first.
he calls me his "freckled girl" and i call him my heart
and he says that i shine undern
still.one.still. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
-
her name is alice. there is a slight blood stain on the valley where her lips part, and her eyes are two supermassive black stars that can't show anything but hurt. she can't bring herself to look in the broken mirror puddles that are all over the ground.
(and i don't blame her)
two.
-
she borrows her mother's raincoat because it smells like home. not the homes that are flooded with laundry soap or soft candles burning in the family room, but more like the paint she spilled on the carpet, or the whiskey on her father's breath.
make me stopsomething about nothing:make me stop in Free Verse More Like This
one.
you know, the real tree branches just
don't strectch as far as your arms.
two.
you know, one day i'll be able to get
that cow into my bedroom, up the stairs
with a trail of grass and cupcakes, and he'll
eat grass off my pink bedsheets and i'll
take some awesome photos.
three.
i like to write footones because nobody reads them:
i love you. i love you like nothing i've ever loved before.
i love you forever and i won't be able to tell
you that anytime soon.
four.
dear dan,
i love you i lvoe you i love you.
five.
my cats are sleepiong on thecouch. and i am
writing away words fro my heart. and no
the places we gohe wrote to me:the places we go in Free Verse More Like This
that he sits in the gutter and he
looks up at my window and he is
there and he is not and we're
okay and we are
not.
he wrote to me:
your silence is not enough. and i
think your feet caught the dust as
you walked away. and i think my
mouth was filled with dust
as you walked away. and i couldn't
say wait and i
let you down again and. you just
walked away.
he wrote to me:
learn the meaning of wait. and tell
it to me. sometimes the flies belong
in the kitchen and sometimes i forget to feed
the cats and sometimes i
forget to lock the
front door and close the windows
when it starts to rain.
he wrote to me:
w
secrets1.secrets in Free Verse More Like This
dear mum,
you secretly want her faults so
you can have something to say
you were like her, you have
something of hers. only
you don't.
2.
dear mum,
i think her faults skipped you
and went straight to me. i
like to collect things i'll
never touch again, collect thoughts
and collect pasts only to
stash them in the cupboard
so i dont open the doors.
3.
dear mum,
its the silences in between
that makes me think of her. and
i think of her everyday
i do i do. i even started
wearing her pocket watch
again because it makes me
feel like im doing something
good.
4.
dear mum,
i know you deserved
the better
half of me
lon
look at the clouds todaywhen i met you, i stopped writing. i also stopped waking up to a face full of post it notes saying things like its bad luck to see the woman before the driving test, or my house smells like apple cider and bluebottles have eyes, or i've got static in my arms. i stopped feeling sorry and i stopped falling down the stairs. i noticed the stars at night could have a story and you could have taken the ocean and put it in your eyes. i also stopped writing.look at the clouds today in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
when i met you, i stopped trying to be a nice person and just was. when i met you, i discovered post it notes and then i couldn't use them. i realised my house was not just a picture of a house
closer1.closer in Free Verse More Like This
she kept the christmas tree
up well past march and its a
strange thing,
your voice
broken and sad
and
the words, no one understood.
but the silence.
oh, the
silence.
2.
and i hum in this
empty house and
your call
echoes and
echoes. the phone
keeps ringing and i
say. i say:
sorry.
and you say:
don't. just --
don't.
3.
but here i am and
there. there you are.
your face as delicate
as your tears today. and
i touch you as if
you're a paper boat,
about to float away. and i
tiptoe
around your thoughts,
afraid i'll wake
you up.
4.
my clothes smell like
you. my skin
smells like you. and
there is a dead tiger
5 postcards from nowhere:postcard 1:5 postcards from nowhere: in Free Verse More Like This
somewhere between here and
there i realised: good things don't
happen because of 52. they happen
because we let them.
postcard 2:
and baby i'm afraid of a lot of things.
like the way your fingers read my skin like
braille in the dark. and i may not have any more
secrets left that way.
postcard 3:
but you still like to explore every corner of
my spine.
postcard 4:
i have a drawer full of foxgloves and a
sandpit of forget-me-nots. i
love your stretching tree-branch arms.
postcard 5:
you are magic, you are magic, i say. and i am
lost in the ocean of your eyes.
reminders i carry in my hand:dear me,reminders i carry in my hand: in Free Verse More Like This
you do not have a terrible heart. you do not
have sad eyes and love is not a war you need
to win. sometimes i feel like disappearing, but
remember:
we are never really alone.
dear me,
every now and then, you can close your eyes
and still find your way. remember to breathe
because you did not sink a paper boat and you
are not floating underwater. you already know
the answer to the question you are looking for.
dear me,
remember the small things, like the writing in
the borders of pages. see the things that
everyone else misses. listen to your thoughts
and then lose yourself.
dear me,
laugh until it makes you cry. see
Lovely knees, scraped elbowsshe wishes she has lovely knees, instead she has a lovelyLovely knees, scraped elbows in Free Verse More Like This
way to see the world. she doesn't believe in umbrellas, only
the stars in the midnight sky and the raindrops running down
her neck, arms, legs, spine.
she knows things that most will find useless: there are more
stars in outer space than there are grains of sand on earth. dogs
have over three hundred facial expressions, mostly made with
their ears. the average person will spend two weeks waiting
for the traffic lights to change in their lifetime.
she wonders: what if stars are just dead pixels in the sky? what
if they are specks with worlds living in them? that would mean
t
Murathan Mungan - Gecilmez... Murathan Mungan'ın şiiri...Murathan Mungan - Gecilmez... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
GEÇİLMEZ DENİZ
I-
ahreli bir kağıt üstüne simsiyah kapanmışım
kazırım kendimi bir secdeden, ellerimde gizli hattatlar
ve söze gelmez devrik duyarlıklarım
gözlerim -hüznün dilsiz masalcısı-
gözlerimde hiçbir dile çevrilmez intiharlar
oysa saklı hançerimi mağrur bildiniz
kendimin tenha bir yerinde vurulmuşum, yatarım
orası bir denizin gölgesidir, göremezsiniz
(bir peygamberin yanlış ayakları
intihar halinde sevişmektedir)
ölüm üzre bir akrepken menekşelenirsiniz
v
H.Huseyin Korkmazgil - Amenna Hasan Hüseyin Korkmazgil'in şiiri...H.Huseyin Korkmazgil - Amenna in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
AMENNA
'Yaşayanlar bir gün ölür'
elbette
ağaçlarla
balıklarla
kuşlarla ben
âmenna
'ağlayanlar bir gün güler'
elbette
uyanmakla
anlamakla
bilmekle ben
âmenna
'kısa çöp uzun çöpten hakkını alır'
elbette
direnmekle
kurtulmakla
barışla ben
âmenna
öyle bir yerdeyim ki
ne karanfil
ne kurbağa
öyle bir yerdeyim ki
biryanım maviyosun
dalgalanır sularda
biryanı
Can Yucel - Erotizma Can Yücel'in şiiri...Can Yucel - Erotizma in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
EROTİZMA
Kulağımın tozunda bir ağustosböceği Aşk
-Erkekler giyinmek için giyinir
Kadınlar da soyunmak için-
Öyleyse kadınların arzuları üzre
Ben bütün kadınları anadan doğma
görüyorum...
Apışaramda yeni doğmuş bir kedi
Hiçdurma yalıyor erkekliğimi
Nabzım şakaklarımda atıyor
Bir yaz yağmuru başlıyor
Kan değil akçıl bir dem boşalıyor
kamışımdan
Ağus
Can Yucel - Prova Can Yücel'in şiiri...Can Yucel - Prova in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
PROVA
Hava cehennemi sıcaktı
Daltaşak yatıyordum sedirde
Bir esinti çıktı birden
Göğsümün kıllarını
Sikimin tellerini titretti.
Böyle olsun benim ölümüm dedim
Soğuktan önce serinlemek
Yaylı bir tambur taksimi sanki
Can Yucel - Yaprakti Can Yücel'in şiiri...Can Yucel - Yaprakti in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
YAPRAKTI
Bir başka yolculuk dalından düşmek yere,
Yaşadığından uzun;
Bir tatlı yolculuk dalından inmek yere.
Ağacın yüksekliğince,
Dalın yüksekliğince rüzgarda;
Ve bir yeni ö'mü'r
Vardığın çimen yeşilliğince.
Can Yucel - Ukte Can Yücel'in şiiri...Can Yucel - Ukte in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
UKTE
Dünyamın güzeli martılar
Sizden nasıl da yok yere korkmuşum
Kaşık Ada'nın orda!
Dalın üstüme dalın
Vurun beni, urun
Denizanası kokan gagalarınızla!
Ah sizden ben nasıl da yok yere korkmuşum!
Bilmiyordum ki çünkü
Ben hem balığım hem kuşum
Ben ama hala anlayamıyorum ki
Bunca zaman niye sizden ayrı oturmuşum
Can Yucel - Sevgi Duvari Can Yücel'in şiiri...Can Yucel - Sevgi Duvari in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
SEVGİ DUVARI
sen miydin o yalnızlığım mıydı yoksa
kör karanlıkta açardık paslı gözlerimizi
dilimizde akşamdan kalma bir küfür
salonlar piyasalar sanat sevicileri
derdim günüm insan içine çıkarmaktı seni
yakanda bir amonyak çiçeği
yalnızlığım benim sidikli kontesim
ne kadar rezil olursak o kadar iyi
kumkap
Sta.sh
