.we buy flowers. in Free Verse More Like This
just to watch them wither and die
just to see their once velvet petals
give up and fall
to the windowsill below
.misery loves. in Free Verse More Like This
long as it's
on his terms
and i've a
if i just play
by the rules
.there's no point. in Free Verse More Like This
in leaving the chrysalis
if you've got
no desire to fly
.he stood on the shore,. in Free Verse More Like This
and told the sea he loved her;
the jealous wind tore his
voice in two
.and like a stone at. in Free Verse More Like This
the bottom of the river
or the sea,
i think life might just be
flowing right past me
POETPOET in Free Verse More Like This
and a country;
in that order.
I finally know
(A POET) of
worlds will collide under
the impact of all that
Floating where no one can SeeFloating where no one can See in Free Verse More Like This
20 different laughs
and 20 different faces
100 different thoughts
A millions different feelings
and "I" floats in the
where no one can know
and nobody will see
just how (shallow) I am,
and how much I
(hate to) give up (anything)
Scissors Pt. 2It's a matter of timingScissors Pt. 2 in Free Verse More Like This
and (perhaps) I cut too early
(; I'm just afraid one of us
would start) on that long way ahead(.);
too many variables (and) I won't miss until
(and I don't know where I'm aiming
and I've forgotten where I stand
Eye--Eye-- in Free Verse More Like This
even red-rimmed & dripping
I cannot look away, ---!
Open for me
show me not myself
deep inside, hidden, locked, unfathomable
I cannot read your message
but let me read on, ---!
look into me
show me that you understand
will be satiated, satisfied, happy, loved
eyes closed and smiling
Weak WilledWeak Willed in Free Verse More Like This
Would I could
Would that I could
and keep my head
L my L
If I could I'd adore you
and if I could I'd tell you
I think it's better this way.
Hearts in a BottleHearts in a Bottle in Free Verse More Like This
I've been writing
that perhaps I love
(this) family; (mine)
and I wish
(starlight, starbright, first star I see tonight)
that I could tell them
how much it hurts to have a _ _ _ _ _ that
bottled up inside
Why can't I say 'Love' ?Why can't I say 'Love' ? in Free Verse More Like This
Smeared black ink
these lines accesible
these warm arms
will draw you in
to hold you close
and caress you
your eyes closing
as our lips meet
and as we lay
Maybe your Heart Skipt a beatTrust;Maybe your Heart Skipt a beat in Free Verse More Like This
"We tried but there was nothing we could do"
so I tried
You never hear marriage songsThere are so many love songsYou never hear marriage songs in Free Verse More Like This
(but never any love
and for a moment
"Why aren't there any songs about being married?")
I've heard proposals too
(and chuckled thinking about honeymoons
and fantastic getaways;
buying your family a home,
and raising kids,
and confined spaces,
and pets! (cats, dogs, or fish?),
and what to wear,
when to wear it,
(whom to wear it for),
who gets the remote?
who sets the thermometer
who has to sleep on the left side?
who has to come home for lunch
every day and let the dog out?
who has to clean up after the cat?
who wants to cook? who can cook?
and before I can ask anything else)
OniriqueMa main touche l'eauOnirique in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Le reflet de la lune
Dévoile ma peau
Perdue dans mes penseesSilencieusement,Perdue dans mes pensees in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
L'herbe me regarde grandir.
L ineffable IILe sang se répand,L ineffable II in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Les feuilles se colorent.
Le sens du Koyo.
Les meilleurs ennemisVas-t- en! Je te haisLes meilleurs ennemis in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Ami qui pince le coeur
Autant que l'amour
La sorciereUne jolie rousseLa sorciere in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Pourquoi es-tu si pâle?
Le bûcher t'attend.
La dichotomie des poupees russesIls vont et viennentLa dichotomie des poupees russes in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
La mer m'apaise
Elle est son double
La lloronaElle pleureLa llorona in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Tous les mots m'appellent
L'eau coule en moi
Ma madeleine de ProustLe linge sècheMa madeleine de Proust in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
C'est un brin de lavande
TRACTEUR ET SANS REPROCHE (Hymne du LSA)TRACTEUR ET SANS REPROCHE (Hymne du LSA) in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
TRACTEUR ET SANS REPROCHE (LSA song)
J'suis pas ben né
Mais je fracasse
Tout' les bécasses
Dans la luzerne
Je chop' germaine
C'est moi, connard
Dans mon tracteur
J'ai jamais peur
Quand j'rentre l'soir
J'veux du pinard
Et de la daube
Servie en robe
J'enlève mes boots
Pour voir le foot
Torch' les enfants
C'est moi, connard
Dans mon tracteur
J'fais mon beurre
Ué, c'est la classe
Matte la bécasse
Avec un rôt
Un aut' pastis
Avec mon fils
Tandis qu'sa sur
Lave le tracteur
C'est moi, connard
Dans mon tracteur
J'fais mon beurre
Frantz, octobre 2012, avec du vin.
iaido XXVArticuler le sable et l'invisible // articulating sand and the imperceptibleiaido XXV in Free Verse More Like This
THE BLACK HOLE - LE TROU NOIR(French version below)THE BLACK HOLE - LE TROU NOIR in Free Verse More Like This
I have lost what I had not.
J'ai perdu ce que je n'avais pas.
Frantz, mars - march 2012.
Assaisonner les abysses / Seasoned in the abyssIl vogue au sudAssaisonner les abysses / Seasoned in the abyss in Free Verse More Like This
cascadé de chaos rampant
- spirit in black
Cascaded by crawling chaos
he sails south - spirit
Frantz, mai 2013.
Poem of the day 145 / Poeme du jour 145Une pluie d’hiverPoem of the day 145 / Poeme du jour 145 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
sur les dunes
A winter rain
on the scalped
Frantz, mai / may 2013
Poeme du jour 39 / Daily poem 39Grêle - pépite d'étherPoeme du jour 39 / Daily poem 39 in Free Verse More Like This
Hail - ethereal fragment
Frantz, février / february 2013.
Autophage / AutophagousUn papillon mortAutophage / Autophagous in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
dévoré par les chenilles
devoured by caterpillars
Frantz, mai / may 2013
Warphorisme XXXQuand un chevalier Jedi se fait berner, c'est un peu le dindon de la force.Warphorisme XXX in Editorial More Like This
et bonne journée, hein moi je vais prendre le train à la gare des étoiles
i am my motheri am my mother.i am my mother in Free Verse More Like This
i carry empty bottles
for every feeling
i never wanted;
they clatter in my bag
and where they are tied
on my wrists and ankles.
the glass glitters
until dulled by the weights
and dim light of the heavy feelings
that fill them.
i am my mother.
i have felt things
on my skin i have tried
to cut away to no avail,
i have tried to smile
until it hurts my god it hurts
and my bones are fire
but you think i'm okay so i'm okay
i am my mother
because i will never be angry
when others smudge the mud
from their feet onto me,
i will never show a scowl or reddened face
for being treated like wasted space.
i will take every jibe with a nod
and half smile,
lips closed over broken teeth
to prevent the possibility of baring them,
presenting a threat,
projecting confidence instead of regret.
i will drag my weighty bottles
and break myself into shards
that cut me with every move
before i dare let them crack.
(mother, do not worry
i am fine.)
nonfiction love songi am eaten by the sunnonfiction love song in Free Verse More Like This
holes worn in my clothes
from the radiation,
burning a hole
in my stomach
as harsh as the acid
ebbing and flowing,
around the isles
of my teeth.
like an old sweater,
i am unravelling by my threads;
into the butterflies
they could have been,
the very same
as you and me.
now that i have put you
inside of this jar,
chrysalis sticking fragile
to the copper lid,
you have become
someone i could love.
i hold you like a lamb,
tight to my chest
so that my air
is your air,
and our breaths hit
the same measures.
we are synchronising
the beats of our hearts
to the metronome
of swaying emotion.
when you arrive,
and when you leave,
remember me still.
and will continue to
as long as i live
but who can call
virgin culturethere's a little more to love than lustvirgin culture in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and a little more to a person than a label.
you can try to sum me up in five words or less and you'll find those words,
but you won't be able to reduce me to them.
you can't turn me into something that can be thrust,
down the grapevine
when there's something more to me than the colour of my eyes or the size of my chest.
and that's something we could all do with remembering.
but this is the culture we were born into.
where the length of your hair is more important than the sincerity of your words,
and nothing matters as much as the kardashians' latest scandal or talking some hot chick into bed.
i'm nineteen. i understand. but i'm frequently finding myself writhing in my own reassurance that i exist.
my name is melissa, i am a liberal, college-going female who doesn't remember what her own house looks like but remembers her childhood telephone number
and i'm not sure if that's ok. is it normal, am i the only one in this goddamn world wh
i don't want to be a body anymorei don’t want to be a body anymorei don't want to be a body anymore in Free Verse More Like This
i don’t want to be skin
bone covered in things
that had been missing for years;
i don’t feel like myself anymore.
i am a stranger in my own skin
& i don’t want to wear it
a moment longer than i must.
the need to take a pair of scissors
& needle to it,
to tailor it smaller,
to fit the shrinking person inside
grows with every breath.
i don’t want to be
barcelona is burningi owe you an apology-barcelona is burning in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you, in the crowd,
the one panicking about reading
or the mess at home
or the sheer volume of people
pressing into you like corners;
the woman who birthed me into this world
through hours of agony
as though that wasn't enough
because doctor appointment after therapy appointment after residential stay after thirtieth pound lost,
i've put you through countless
warped into months of agony
you never asked for;
and you, oh, mostly you.
you, because as hard as i've beaten my own heart into the wall,
and as deep as i let you bury mine,
i know, somehow, i managed to do the same to you.
you left, and i left two weeks after.
every night was a terror;
every morning was a letdown.
i ached constantly
and threw myself into books
like they would become oxygen masks until i could breathe on my own again.
and here's the thing, you know,
because you would knock my legs out from under me again and again.
"let's fall back in love," you'd say,
and i would fall to
learning to forget how to readi hate it a littlelearning to forget how to read in Free Verse More Like This
with my bottom lip
pulled between your teeth
it's like moonlight,
the only light by which
i really see you
i don't know how to think
(about you, anything, this)
and everything you do
is balanced on a scale,
waiting for so much as a breath
to knock it from its centre
(if you don't ask me
to come over, if you
greet me with a television
or hands in my jeans, if
you wait for me before i
leave you in the morning, if
you kiss me upon awakening
or sleeping or as i drift
between the boundaries of
here and with you,)
i am just caught in the tides
the ebb and the flow
as i fail continually
that i am more to you
than just a body
to hold onto at night
and without knowing you
too much past your body
and copy shops,
i am afraid to so much as
think of this
(the fear is sharp,
yet i know better
than to lie)
for those who want to be in loveyou want to fall in lovefor those who want to be in love in Free Verse More Like This
hard enough to break your bones and
lighten your feet
lighten your heart
so softly that the butterflies you feel
pattering with their gossamer wings
beneath the cage of your ribs
and the breath,
blue in the summer,
can kiss you and the monarchs
as sweetly as your love
and her lips.
you dream of them at night.
silken like clean bedsheets,
familiar as your favourite chair
when you curl up with
a mug of herbal tea.
you feel at home
with her body curled in yours,
only able to sleep
with her skin under your fingers
scenting the blankets
with something no perfume
could ever mirror.
you write love letters
you dream emptily
unless she is there.
you want to fall in love
the way the gods drink ambrosia,
you want to treat her
better than their nectar,
sweeter than honeybees
and their summer-sticky feet.
you want a love beyond poetry,
from winter flurries
to springtime rosebuds
to summer sweet lemonade
to autumnal red leaves u
moments of being awakehearing from youmoments of being awake in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
gives me road rash
the kind the drunk man
who touched the shoulders of women
in long, lingering lashes
gets when he's thrown
from the bar
it slaps me in the face
harder than winter wind
after a night spent
alone in a bed
or not alone in a bed
i wonder if you wonder
if i'm sleeping with somebody
if i'm in love and happy
if i'm alone and miserable and
aching for someone like you
because i admit i do-
i spend some time
wondering about you.
from the eyes of a loverit's easier to write about yourselffrom the eyes of a lover in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
from the eyes of your lover
over the beauty of eyes that turn into the golden hour
or smile lines you hope mean many more to come.
it's easier to let yourself be loved
when someone tells you, no, shows you
everyday with every breath they take every second
that you are born from immaculate conception,
borne from the ashes of something that needed to shed its skin
to let the love come in.
i guess it's not too much of a secret
that i'm not easy to love-
wires stick to my skin
and i bury them back in-
but god, when i let him in-
god, i know i've done something right.
he makes me feel less alone
when i don't want to breathe;
every cup of tea he brings me
has just the right amount of sweetness
without having a grain of sugar;
he kisses my cheek
and the butterflies in my belly
like i've never been kissed in my life.
i hope you find love
that makes being who you are
a little bit easier,
i hope you find love
that gives you hope
that you m
sugar freetoday my stomach told me i got a letter from you.sugar free in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it clenched and cursed,
seeing my name on an envelope with no stamp,
cursive writing and no return address.
i didn't know.
once i did though, my stomach swung
its angry fists and crowed,
I TOLD YOU SO.
it was right.
my hands were like stoplights
in a hurricane,
malfunctioning and saying stop
when i turn green,
shaking with each gust.
i don't want to read how you are
or if you still love me.
i don't want to feel anything
or see you in my mind's film reel,
now shorn and with glasses,
it makes me swoon on my feet
and not in that lustful, romantic, 1950s way
but the kind that makes me fade
and fall if i'd been standing.
i didn't acknowledge your letter
sitting bold as brass, alone on the paint-stained
coffee table from when you helped me
i didn't look at it- i looked everywhere but
your tidily-scrawled envelope bearing my name.
it made me feel you were dead-
your uniform made me feel you were dead.
Love AgainHear my worries, fear my criesLove Again in Free Verse More Like This
Dread the whispered lullabies
Drown beneath the spinning skies
Feel the truth you can't deny
Taste the blood upon your tongue
Feel the poison fill your lungs
I am she who lies among
Those who know where things belong
Feel the weapons kiss your skin
Listen to the screeching wind
See my power, watch me win…
And never fall in love again…
Black, White, and Red.You watched me melt into a dark surface.Black, White, and Red. in Free Verse More Like This
Black paint upon the skies,
Stars sprinkled among the canvas.
Moonlight, shining from the corner of your eye.
Atramentous areas surround me.
Fog blankets the land,
Letters written to me in charcoal.
You’ve painted the world,
Bright lights shining in my face.
Bleached eyes, staring back at me.
A world so empty, so dull.
The silver blade sinks into my neck.
I’ve painted my skin,
Upon my doorstep.
Whispers dance among my
Fire burns bright,
Flames upon roses
And causing blisters along our skin.
Warmth melting into our souls.
A knife slices through my flesh,
As blood drips down my shoulders.
You’ve painted my world, black.
I’ve painted my skin, white.
And I've splattered the walls with red.
And Daddy always lied.My legs are covered in bruisesAnd Daddy always lied. in Free Verse More Like This
And I have a scar by my left eye.
I’m not allowed to smile, though
And I’m not allowed to cry.
I think my right arm’s broken
But shh, don’t tell my dad.
He doesn’t like to worry bout me
When he’s already mad.
I have a burn on my left wrist
From when he pushed my arm
Against the stove, the hot, hot stove
And did a bit of harm.
I have a bear, a teddy bear.
He doesn’t have a name.
He makes me better every time
I’m feeling hurt and shame.
Today, my dad came home kind of late
A beer still in his hand.
I closed my eyes and waited.
He screamed, he shouted, and…
Well, my name is Mary Starr
And this is how I died.
But daddy always loved me.
And daddy always lied.
Best DiseaseWaves crash through the emptiness that fills the air aroundBest Disease in Free Verse More Like This
Beating rocks upon the shore with silence as their sound
Sunset melts across the sky and paints the clouds with color
Lying there beside you, something wondrous like no other
Suddenly, the blades start slicing through my very skin
Every knife upon your tongue that came from far within
Running through the thickest forest, dirt rests in my cuts
Throwing knives into my flesh, the blade coated in rust
And though you are the one that scarred me, brought me to my pain
I continue dreaming of our kiss inside the rain
Maybe you have broken me, and maybe you’re impure.
But your love is the best disease, and you’re the only cure.
CyberbulliesI know you, but you don't know me.Cyberbullies in Free Verse More Like This
I know what I've heard, and I know what I've seen.
You're such a slut (at least that's how it'll seem)
I'll spit at you with hatred until you start to bleed.
I know where you've been and I know what you've done.
I know who you are... now let's have some fun.
"Did you hear about that girl?"
"Yeah. She's so disgusting."
I know you, and I know where to call.
I know you, but you don't know me at all.
I'll dial your number, and hey, it's ringing!
I can't wait to hear your cries singing.
"Slut." "Whore." "Freak." "Weirdo." "Loser."
Well, you're all mine now, so where do i start?
I know! I'll start at the back of your heart.
That guy that you like? Well, we'll pretend we're him.
What should we make him say? Oh, where to begin?
"You're so ugly." "Anorexic!" "Do you always look this bad?"
Next day at school, and you didn't show up.
The teacher comes in with a horrible look.
"She killed herself. Last ni
I'll Just Say What's On My Mind...I’ll just say what’s on my mindI'll Just Say What's On My Mind... in Free Verse More Like This
For everyone to hate.
I used to cry myself to sleep
And slice my skin with blades.
I wrapped a belt around my neck
In hopes of lifelessness,
And after failing even that,
I remained emotionless.
My mother used to cry all day
And my dad used to be ill.
My sister attempted suicide
By swallowing the pill.
My mother tried to kill herself
And we almost watched her fall.
She swallowed gulps of whiskey
And she blamed me for it all.
I have hallucinations,
And delusions, and depression
And fighting my own demons
Has become a slight obsession.
I’ll just say what’s on my mind
For everyone to see.
This is who I am, and hey!
I’m still okay with me.
To some people.To some people, it’s called breathing.To some people. in Free Verse More Like This
To me, it’s called inhaling poison,
Which drenches my lungs and sinks into my bones
And melts into my mind.
To some people, it’s called anxiety.
To me, it’s called an unbearable shakiness in my soul
The nervousness preventing my from ever escaping
This disease in my heart.
To some people, it’s called living.
To me, it’s called never being able to run away.
Never being able to truly go, truly leave.
To me, it’s called being caught in a nightmare,
While struggling to dream.
Chasing a mystery with no solution.
Escaping your own sanity to reach more sanity,
Freeing yourself from your happiness to find more happiness.
To some people, it’s called life.
There’s no such thing.
Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?Does that make me Different? in Free Verse More Like This
I cry. Does that make me emo?
I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?
I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?
I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?
I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?
I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?
I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.
Does that make me different?
But at least it makes me
You don't just die.Do you understand?You don't just die. in Free Verse More Like This
The blade against your wrist
Doesn't just slice your skin.
It cuts through others
Do you understand?
You don't just kill yourself.
You kill everyone.
From YOUR goodbyes.
Do you understand?
You don't just die.
You take everyone down
Endorsed By The Surgeon General.She was like cigarettes.Endorsed By The Surgeon General. in Free Verse More Like This
She took his breath
and filled his lungs with promises
that evaporated like
Impasse.We met once,Impasse. in Free Verse More Like This
but you probably
I was just a face
in the crowd,
you were a lightening bug,
in the heart of December.
how to love a boy who is lost.fallhow to love a boy who is lost. in Free Verse More Like This
like you're jumping from a cliff
into a thrashing sea whose waters you cannot tread,
dive into their depths and fill your lungs with waves.
just don't close your eyes,
because you have to search for him.
feel your weight drag you to the bottom,
feel the ocean embrace you
and don't be afraid of that pounding in your chest.
each heartbeat is sonar
a signal calling him and his calling you.
learn to swim now
if you drown you cannot save him.
swim to the fallen cities,
the submerged castles
and maritime gardens.
there you'll find him,
lost in thought and studying the fish.
i hope you saved some oxygen
so you can breathe during the kiss.
Flawed Canvas.Your lipsFlawed Canvas. in Free Verse More Like This
all across my heart.
My blood isn't even
its a pale and dying
that bleeds onto the floor
and paints a picture
long distance relationship.and do you thinklong distance relationship. in Free Verse More Like This
ever gets sad
when the sun leaves her
to shine for