Beachesbreathing memoriesBeaches in Free Verse More Like This
like wayward visitors
until we're washed away
Desperately, DesperatelyDeep enchanted breaths of dewy air I takeDesperately, Desperately in Free Verse More Like This
them all [blades of grass and petals break
my fall] I'm struggling to keep myself awake
In SpiritI feel more as though I've been lost to youIn Spirit in Free Verse More Like This
than I've lost you,
if that makes any sense at all.
(You and I both know it doesn't.)
Sounding OutI wish that you would stopSounding Out in Free Verse More Like This
this incessant chatter of yours and just enjoy
the silence that I value
it is precious to me
are also dear to my heart
so let's just listen to this nothing together
let's just let our souls be the music.
I wish that you would speak
I want to hear your voice
I wish that you would turn
and I wish that you would sing
so that I could hear you
so I try desperately to pull
to eke words from you
desperately speak (I tried and failed to seduce you) too
I want so desperately to hear
these words from you
These Tears A Flood"Not never, no" he liesThese Tears A Flood in Free Verse More Like This
a fearsome flood
these tears of blood
Mourningand I still don't knowMourning in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
what was on your mind,
when the bullet struck,
or if you felt any pain
before you fell
and the world went dark
if there was some sort of peace...
though I've heard it's difficult
to sleep when covered in blood.
but I know now
how precious and fragile a thought can be
when just seconds are the difference
between life and death.
I don't know
if you saw any lights,
or some other kind of angel
coming down for you
I often wonder if you spoke before you died:
your voice is the only part of you
that the world could not chain,
so I'll hold on to the fading
echoes of your words
for as long as I can.
but I know now
what separates sympathy
empathy and pity
and that being sorry for a loss
doesn't make anything better
it never did or will.
I don't know
when the end came or when
You Don't Know MeIf I screamed my name until my voice was goneYou Don't Know Me in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
said here I am you wouldn't know
what was wrong
and what hurts me
even more than it hurts to smile
Is that you don't even know
that you don't know me
you don't even hear
the words I speak
you don't even see
the tears I cry
you just don't care enough
to wonder why
If my silent thoughts were loud enough for you to hear
that this isn't me, you couldn't see
lies covered your eyes with my fear
and the truth I bleed
you hurt me with your smile
Because you don't even know
that you don't know me
If I took a different color
if I had another voice
if I sang someone else's song
you would know
But you don't even know
that you don't know me
Within The NightJust this one timeWithin The Night in Free Verse More Like This
dear (and only for you)
the heavens and I
will whisperingly align
(falling dust and failing light)
leaving hidden messages behind
twinkling dreams of the night
in the stars for only you
to sing again (and chime)
Under Your SunYou were both but you were noneUnder Your Sun in Free Verse More Like This
Idle here. Wasting away under your sun.
Life. Words. Love. Whispers.
Bittersweet memories and
you are the most precious one.
Death and Chocolate,
blood and promise
you were both but you were none
Idle here. Swearing away the blame.
Between. Dreams. Beside. Darkness.
Each nonexistent part
a smokeless silent flame.
Freedom of the MindOnce upon a time an idea was bornFreedom of the Mind in Free Verse More Like This
There were others before it, and many after
But this one felt special, and so it was
An idea to spread and capture
It was made by a brilliant dreamer
And shaped by his memories and values
So that it carried a piece of that man
As it flit through brains and travels.
The idea had a quality not shared by most
there was a hint of beauty in it, and hope
it carried the magic from within his mind
and the dreams that others had long left behind
The idea went through many minds
As one talked to more and few
And, as the game of telephone goes
It grew and changed as it flew
The idea grew faceted, complex
Even mightier than before and wise
And as minds welcomed it inside
The number who believed would rise
Silence took the thought, put in shame
righteousness forgot in favor of blame
this idea flickered and quickly died
(a fire without air can't shed it's light)
now dark whispers in all minds reside
but true ideas don't give up without fight
40there's a box by the40 in Free Verse More Like This
door, and it's
not empty anymore;
it's got your hopes and
dreams strung up
inside, hiding in
where the daylight can't
reach; i think you
might want to
call the moon, friend,
see if she can
help you out before
the stars set
again. those decades
are melting away
beneath your eyes,
don't you know, and
so much time left
before those dreams are
gone for good.
not sure the scars make the pain go awayhe's not surenot sure the scars make the pain go away in Free Verse More Like This
what's real anymore --
flashes of light
dance behind eyelids that are
rubbed raw from sleepless
nights without waking
his bones creak
like the floorboards beneath
feet that won't
walk anymore; he's
too tired to
remember that the days
don't make the
clock turn, but
the ticking makes
his hair stand on end
the voices in his head
beat along to the drumming
of his heart
against his ribs, broken
when he wasn't looking
that's just how the
the only time the flashbacks
don't dig too deep
into his rotting cerebrum
is when his
veins are pulsing
to the sound of car traffic
and breaking glass; he
never knew the
world was colored in
ways that relate
to just one;
otherwise the words
cause the world to tilt and spin --
he can't tell
up from down anymore
but it doesn't matter
his blood's been
drowning him for months now.
the light never
bothered him the way
the shadows hiding between
not just winter's frozen overspring came in, sat on anot just winter's frozen over in Free Verse More Like This
bench, he said don't you know it, i
i'm gonna come back
again, no, i think
i'm gonna find somewhere
the winter can't
get to me
they're still sittin' around
the flowers burning
in smoke, waitin' for
in that crease
between the dawn;
he must've meant
it, too, because
this blood-moon's not
warming up this world just
yet, and all
look like they're about
to wilt --
somebody needs to
find spring, tell
him to make his
(i'm sure winter'll move
out for a while, i've
heard he's a nice guy)
bird girl, learn to flyshe had never dreamedbird girl, learn to fly in Free Verse More Like This
of freedom, but
thousand years of sentiment
fell from around her bones
36don't breathe, love,36 in Free Verse More Like This
for it's just a chance
to let the devil's grip
from your lungs;
hold your breath and
let the demons
make make their home
amongst the sin
three ways to fall aparti.three ways to fall apart in Free Verse More Like This
we were seventeen
when you promised me that
this tiny dustbowl of
a southern town was not going to be
everything my life was made of.
it wasn't hard to believe
because the maps you'd spread across
your ceiling never lied (since you claimed
it was easier to dream when they
were stuck above you
in the night).
i remember the lines you'd drawn
in a felt pen, red because it seemed important,
seemed louder than the rest, and
i remember how you
would trace the roads with your eyes until you
fell asleep. you had a knack for
memorizing every escape route, and when i asked why
you answered that it was because one day you
would have to run.
when i asked if i could fly away with you
you said yes, and that night i dreamt
of runaways and falling stars. i never was sure
if they were supposed to mean something bigger than us.
sometimes when i lie awake at night
i wonder now how far we might
have gotten if we ever left, if we had jumped into
your old impala and left the road behind us -
31the clouds never parted31 in Free Verse More Like This
when it stormed,
and he was forced to pretend
that falling raindrops
fall like stars;
he caught them on his tongue
and saved the wishes
for another day.
love's not found in the eyesi apologize for the waylove's not found in the eyes in Free Verse More Like This
your heart never did fit quite
middle-ribs; it should've
landed on top of a lung
so i could
breathe you back in
when you took my breath away, but
it got knocked off course
by the beating
already found in my chest, a
continued on even after
the crushing weight
of your love rested delicately upon
(but you should have known
better than to
leave my bones to bear
that weight all
on their own.)
queeni'll rip you with thisqueen in Free Verse More Like This
tongue of mine
and throw you to the souls,
where soon your bones
will slip away
and turn to
feathers of white crows;
though in Hell,
you may surely be the king,
watch your back
my lover, dear,
'cause i'll kill to be the queen.
falling stars, meteor-boya boy once looked upfalling stars, meteor-boy in Free Verse More Like This
to see stars
falling, falling, and
he wondered why
we wish upon something
when he was older
he found meteorites in his
bones, and knew he was
a wish nobody
maybe stars make
and we're the things
that they call hope; heaven
might be their home,
but it's hell, too,
and they want to
living is like.
Being Okay Is The Hardest Thing We DoBeing Okay Is The Hardest Thing We DoBeing Okay Is The Hardest Thing We Do in Free Verse More Like This
because being okay is expected,
if we’re not okay, that’s not okay,
what can we do to be okay?
we can scribble illegible words
on a canvas made for by painters
masquerading as notebook paper,
and hope that we can sell the burn
of stinging emotions for some paper.
but the funny thing about that thought?
is that american money isn’t paper,
it’s 75% cotton and 25% linen fibers.
so even the money you'd earn from your misery,
isn't anything you can write on
when you realize your money isn't
made to heal. even if it does talk.
but it never really ever says enough, does it?
But that's okay...
being okay is the hardest thing we do
because sticks and stones do break bones,
but you can hide the scars
with a jacket or longer sweatshirt.
or put on pants as opposed to athletic shorts.
words kill, words heal, and words are so much more.
and you can't hide the scars that riddle your face,
the way your
Ethereal VisionEthereal VisionEthereal Vision in Free Verse More Like This
I’m in a state of ethereal beauty,
Lost in my own mental prism where it’s only me,
A place where there are no impurities,
No convoluted humans, no nonessential distractions, no pseudo-“significance;”
I’m simply alone in this state, in a delirious condition of endless white,
And my physical manifestation is nowhere to be found,
In this place I’ve forever lost my body but discovered my raw soul,
A spiritual creature hovering within this celestial atmosphere;
I almost wish this daydream was real, I almost wish I didn’t have to feel…….
Ear(drums)Ear(drums)Ear(drums) in Free Verse More Like This
“silence is a (needed) serenity
but the music brings me home again”
The clank-clicking, pen-pattering, the beat of it,
Only the perfection of flawless instrumentation,
Leave lyrics of moot matter to me.
Just let the rhythm hit ‘em,
And the synths carry thee to my safe haven.
The beauty of music leaves dreams lucid,
I never knew that music could take me to this place.
Where I lay in my bed,
But still not quite in the perfect space.
Until a flawless concoction of rhythmi
Everything I Needed To KnowEverything I Needed To KnowEverything I Needed To Know in Free Verse More Like This
You said nothing, which says everything.
Bite Your Tongue Till It BleedsBite Your Tongue Till It BleedsBite Your Tongue Till It Bleeds in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Speak now or forever hold your peace,
Or is it piece?
‘Cause if I hold this piece of my mind,
To myself, there will be no peace,
Only an explosion of the mental mine
That riddles mine.
I’m no man, I’m a mime,
Holding his hands over his mouth,
Biting my tongue so these words have no way out,
With my eyes half-lidded, the other half brimmin’,
With tears near the bottom half of the rim,
Ready to fall like rainwater races down a windowsill.
Angry to the point where I wish I could control the skies,
Rain down Hell and fury that has built up inside,
And watch my furious vision destroy the night.
But this is not me,
This not how I am,
Nor how I will ever be.
It’s just that I’ve been holding my peace
For such a long damn time.
Now it just seems the only “peace” I’m holding,
Are pieces of my mind.
ManiaManiaMania in Free Verse More Like This
I have a lot of fears.
You know the cliché,
Afraid of being alone,
Afraid of being forgotten,
But I’m already alone
And they can’t help but not forget you-
And everything in-between.
I feel like this doesn’t make sense.
But I’m afraid my paranoia,
Will seep through my eyelids,
As bands of streaking colors—
Every color that refuses to mix well.
Turquoise, brown green,
Burnt orange and lilac pink.
I’m afraid I’m in too deep
Of the waters of another human—
Not afraid of intimacy,
But the thought of being so open,
That honestly worries me.
And I’m afraid I’ll spiral out of control
And way too into love.
Just to be pushed out.
And I’m afraid I’m too paranoid
About being too paranoid.
So caught up with not being so,
I am too much.
I’m so afraid of a back stabbing,
That I’m worried about being shot
From the front. I’m afraid of being afraid,
AfterthoughtAfterthoughtAfterthought in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It surprises me when people remember to acknowledge my existence,
But just ‘cause I don’t expect people to remember me,
Doesn’t mean it feels any less worse when I’m forgotten.
That’s just me though, an afterthought; great for a few months until I’m no longer a necessity.
Then and nowLong agoThen and now in Free Verse More Like This
They had expectations
They used to say
I was destined for greatness
Look at me now!
Trying to stay alive
When my mind tells me to die
Trying to find love
When all I get is hate
Trying to be happy
When sadness overcomes my soul
Just went to Hell!
UntitledI like to lift others up because I know how awful it feels to be downUntitled in Philosophical More Like This
ConfrontationI shed a tearConfrontation in Free Verse More Like This
The damage will be severe
Run away in fear?
I'll fight until the coast is clear!
BetrayedI won't swallow your lies anymoreBetrayed in Free Verse More Like This
I can't stand your presence
You used to be my friend
But you're nothing to me now
And soon you'll be
Another bad memory
I won't be able to forget
My worst mistakeI was never lucky when it comes to love. Women, for some reason, were never very fond of me maybe because I am, c'mon, a bit of a geek. In the middle of all that there was an experience the left a deep mark on me. It was during my first year of high school when I deeply fell in love with a girl. When I realized that, I came up with a little scheme for her to know it. But she was already taken and, of course, I got rejected. But still, a certain friendship began to develop between the two of us and I tried to enjoy it. But I wasn't satisfied. I wanted more. I wanted something deeper, something more serious. So I started to taunt her, making moves on her, making stupid comments. As I should have expected, the friendship turned into hate. She even attacked me a few times.My worst mistake in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In the next school year, we got separated from each other and we lost touch. It was already too late when I realized my mistake and I've never corrected it. I stopped to believe in love, I get disgusted when I hear
Love-hate relationshipLove and hateLove-hate relationship in Philosophical More Like This
Different but equal
The lightI follow the light of salvationThe light in Free Verse More Like This
But with every step I take
It moves further away
But I know I can reach it
Because I have all of you
My dear friends
By my side
And so I continue to walk
Towards the light
With a smile on my lips
Inner conflictI fight for peaceInner conflict in Free Verse More Like This
But I hold a war within
I try to change the world
Make it a better place
But I can't fix myself
Because the inner conflict
Is tearing me apart
Bit by bit
The mirror of the soulStep closer and lookThe mirror of the soul in Free Verse More Like This
Look into my eyes
Can you see it?
Can you see the shadows
The pain and the sorrow
Can you see
The hopes I've lost
The dreams I gave up?
Can you see
The fierce battle
In my mind?
Can you see
Of my broken heart?
Of my tortured soul?
Come closer and take a look
If you dare...
(And I'll look into your eyes as well)
.I am still here,. in Free Verse More Like This
bones hollowed like the
dirty pews of sinners' churches,
skin frail like paper
I am still here,
eyes sunken like ships
that were never meant to sail,
blue veins bleeding red:
but I am still here.
clench your teeth to stop the tearsthere's a lump in my throatclench your teeth to stop the tears in Free Verse More Like This
that i just can't swallow and
tears in my eyes that
won't blink away.
lose the smile, you told me--
it never looked good on you anyway.
[the subconscious is such a
broken, fragile thing]
eighteeni don't really knoweighteen in Free Verse More Like This
much about heroes
but you were the Gatsby
to my Nick Carraway
because i know two things:
yours was a rotten crowd,
were worth m o r e than
the whole damn bunch
nothingi quit therapynothing in Free Verse More Like This
because i knew there was
something seriously wrong with me
and i was terrified of
i am nothing but my sadness;
take that away from me
and all you have is a broken shell,
and that's just disappointing.
my insides are hollowed out now,
except for a black mist
that lets me pretend i'm really alive--
i passed the test,
as long as you do not touch me
you cannot see that i am not
[i cannot believe you love me, so please don't touch me. you will only end up leaving. my heartbreak is inevitable.]
birdlike bonesit's like youbirdlike bones in Free Verse More Like This
wrapped your fingers
around my throat
and then had
the nerve to ask me
onlyyou pressed your palms against her chestonly in Free Verse More Like This
as if you could reach her heart
through layers of skin
you traced the outlines of her ribs
as if you were looking for the little clasp
that could open them up
and free the trapped birds
fluttering about inside
you slid your fingers down her thighs
as if her kneecaps told secrets
about the curious words that
left her mouth.
you put your hands on her body
and let her believe
that you were learning the way she breathed
as if it mattered
as if she were special
(you kissed the next girl's wrists,
as if she were your only, too)
You were cold insideYour lips tasted ofYou were cold inside in Free Verse More Like This
summer, of warm days and
relaxing by the
pool side and
smiling against the sun.
You should have been too hot,
too sticky, too humid.
You should have
overheated, should have
melted into your bones until
they turned to ashes, but
it never happened.
I suppose I should have
seen it coming, but
I was so moonstruck over
the way you said my name, so
in love with the idea
of love, that I
didn't notice the way
your eyes bled
SuffocationYou made me bleed from every word you say,Suffocation in Free Verse More Like This
Bones hollow, the marrow you swallowed,
I'm bleeding out, no hope for tomorrow,
Dying of agonising pain!
Your concoction for being vain!
Soul sucked dry, I'm now a shadow,
Pale emptiness, now just sorrow,
Wearing this hide, dressed in borrowed clothes,
'Rags to riches' will mold me in a torrent,
Gusting about, the eye of the tornado!
Bled dry, skin a saggy reminder.
Of past glories, of glimpses of the 'morrow,
Malice did this too me, satisfaction brought too,
The wishes of a being whose heart was torn into two!
No hope for us! No life with us!
When... But...When I was younger, we held hands and we had fun,When... But... in Free Verse More Like This
But now that I'm older, I see you and that's all gone.
When I was younger, I got hurt and you were there,
But now that I'm older, you're not there to pick me up.
When we were younger, we had our fun, we were friends,
When we were younger, I knew you and you knew me,
But now we're older, you're just one of those faces,
And now that we're older, we have drifted apart.
When I was younger, I looked to you and saw it all,
But now that I'm older, I'm just a broken record.
You're such a preety thing, and I'm not your lover,
Please don't forget, I remember those times together...
BurialsWith one hand I dig my graveBurials in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And with the other I calm the waves
But can you see me drowning?
Can you see me drowning!?!
I've been dragged and pulled under
These waters, they leave me torn asunder
I'm choking on the words I swallow
On these words abject and hollow
Stripped of all my honour
Under water I'm now a goner...
Digging my grave, down deep under
My heart's constricted
My breath's conflicted
Look up, look up, I'm six feet under
This is my burial!
This is my burial...
I'll brace myself, hold my head high
Keep my chin up and stay afloat
Don't blink twice or miss the chance
I only have one moment to catch a glance
But I'm in a liquid coffin... a grave at sea
These nails that close it muffle me
As the bell that knells counts to my end
My seconds are numbered by liquid death
Trapped and cornered
Confused and startled
Bones aching and spine shaking
The water consumes my frailty
Digging my grave, down deep under
My heart's constricted
My breath's conflicted
Look up, look up, I'm six fe
ThousandA thousand times I've chased this light,Thousand in Free Verse More Like This
And a thousand times I've had it in sight,
But a thousand times I've let it slip,
A thousand more times and I would have had it.
What?What if I fell to the floor?What? in Free Verse More Like This
Couldn't take this anymore?
Bottled this up for so long,
That I can no longer be strong.
I'm being buried six feet under!
By these lies that tear me asunder,
They're killing me, ripping me apart,
What if I break? And have to restart?
I'm weak at the seams,
I'm brought almost to tears,
My knees buckle and I fall down,
When I fall, will you hear the sound?
This Is Our HomeBroken by a trail of bottles and bones,This Is Our Home in Free Verse More Like This
A walk where you pass our fragile homes,
The shattered panes and the crumbled walls,
Silent and empty rooms joined by dead halls.
Large plumes of black, rotten smoke,
Enter your throat and cause you to choke,
The fuming remains of a burnt out shell,
This horrible estate, one with Hell.
Shards of glass and twisted girder,
A tagged skip, tape on the floor... a murder?
Blood-splatters and the echo of playing,
There's no kids here so you best get praying.
Becoming YourselfYou stand a mannequin, solemn you weep,Becoming Yourself in Free Verse More Like This
Just another Joe, a person you copy in sleep,
Gazing blank into this window, a dusty mirror
Not yourself, not your mind, a broken one, a sinner.
Reaching for purpose, for color is pointless
when only the artist holds the paint is
suffering from lack of inspiration
where then will you will you find animation
Bargained, you surrendered your soul,
Black, tarred and pitted, now a shallow hole,
Hiding behind this false screen of smoke,
Gagging on identity, you swallow and choke.
The memory of who you could have been
the imprint of the things you've seen
are that you have left to hold
as your mind becomes increasingly cold.
Suffocating under the weight of this ‘life’,
You begin to panic, run, flee and hide,
Remove all this make-up, this barrier between you and you,
Become true to yourself, the real muse.
Look hard into the mirror now
you have yourself to become somehow
cast off those lies you told before
live each day as if you have no more
Deaf Like SilenceAs you hear the apple fall from the treeDeaf Like Silence in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The water droplet splash in the sea
Fond remembrance of the absent ‘plea’
The frantic silence of a frenzied crowd
And the empty noise of a man made proud
Stimulated by this nothingness sound
You come to weep at fading glory
The missing racket that never will be
While golden auburn leaves come to rest
No echo, no sound, a life-long gruelling test
Back to black, a visual album with no track
Leaking like some rancid gas
Odourless, tasteless, with no sound to back
Fused with cacophony but it does not exist
You’re deaf like silence, you cannot resist
You’re deaf like silence, you cannot resist
Your body in a mausoleum, solemn you sleep
That headstone by marram, planted so firm
But old memories slumber quietly, those you keep
As you wander, no lips or no tongue, for this hallow term
The zombie who lurks, in your brains works
The cog that turns, but no sound can arouse
Activity and dispel this taciturn sound
Tongue-tied and inte
And The Despair Starts To SingCan you fix what's broken?And The Despair Starts To Sing in Free Verse More Like This
Can you light the dark?
Can you fill the empty?
Can you cheer the sorrow?
The deeper I go, the darker it gets...
The darker it gets, the lower I sink...
The lower I sink, the louder they claw at the gates...
The louder they claw... I know my demons have me...
"Let us in! Let us in!"
A Ghost TruthYou, always, gave me more than I deserved,A Ghost Truth in Free Verse More Like This
And I, always, never returned what you served,
I'll never abandon ship. I'll hold you in my heart,
Because you were the face that met me from the start,
You sacrificed your time for me. (A gesture in jest?)
I'll ensure it was not in vain. (I'll never end up a mess!)
But you soul's everlasting. Not cracked, nor rusting,
'No man gets left behind' and you'll never be nothing,
You're never forgotten, but left too rest in peace,
You'll live on because in my mind, you'll never cease.
Sleepless NightHow I love youSleepless Night in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
little white bird.
The way you greet mornings
with a never belated
When I just closed my eyes
that faithful branch
& I silently applaud
& I silently desire
to shoot the sun
Your cheerful chant
pierce the thick curtain
of my exhaustion
"the dawn is near
the dawn is here"
how I hate you
little white bird.
OvertureThere must be a placeOverture in Free Verse More Like This
where you can hide the fear
where you can keep the sorrow.
far away from your heart.
I find myself singing
melodies of others joy
like songs of my own.
There must be someone
who knows how to play
so close to your heart.
I find myself longing
for that gentle word
not meant for me
for that gentle word
so close to my heart.
AmygdalaHe saysAmygdala in Free Verse More Like This
the secret is the almond
in your brain
you should listen when it screams
to run away
there is nothing
in your ribcage
one half of a clichè.
if I'm made
of bones and chemicals,
cold calculus, or
man of science
tell me why
think away the pain.
Do not be ridiculous,
love was just dark chocolate,
of rancid coffee.
NightmareAwake, shaken;Nightmare in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
your dark breath
still on the surface
of my thought.
Practical MagicBecause it's fivePractical Magic in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in the morning,
you play Bach
in the air
through a fugue, an
not quite clear;
landing on Ritenuto
you'll feel better
in a matter
of a tear.
Early morning conversationFive a.m. again,Early morning conversation in Free Verse More Like This
in the room
a faint light,
of steady rain.
My friend, the bird,
greets me outside the window.
I think why not, too many words
anyway in my head,
too many voices.
So we talk, we talk
till day blossoms and I
fall asleep as he flies away
with my confusion.
WritershipFind a messageWritership in Free Verse More Like This
in the bottle of regrets
brought at your feet by the mourning tide.
in the smudge of ink
left by a stranger lost as you are.
Stars already blinking
their yesterday light
upon your little island;
in the oceanic darkness.
Let the panic
fill your bloodstream,
let it steal your breath.
till the first line comes,
speaks to you
the voice of a mermaid
sweet and terrible
like the waves.
Forgotten by the world
trust the sand
with impossible letters,
trust the water
with impossible dreams.
Black and White dream"Black and White Dream on a Letter you'll never Receive"Black and White dream in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No I don't know your name, you see
we've met on a train, it was
deep night, I believe, do you
paths out of rapid windows
with roots in the sky
and time and yesterday's thinking
Stars were on the menu, guests
all dressed alike,
Black and White
I saw your sad, sad smile
reflected in a glass of absentminded
I said Me too, you said
I know, this dream is fast we have
somewhere in the past.
we stop the train
the world, our future
and claim moments memories minds;
we talk till dawn
till time remains and we
But wait, please wait
don't wake me up
the train is gone
Dear stranger, Dear
I need you
each word I've written
This is how I stayA jar of empty promises,This is how I stay in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
so easy to make
so easy to give
no real effort,
an illusion of substance
a missing presence
Oh, but it looks so pretty
on the shelf
with all the others.
I used to polish them
make them shine
let them hurt me
with their hollow light
Now I look at my reflection,
thousands of eyes
on the wooden floor
"They've all been broken
and you still stand"
This is why
this is how I stay,
my promise is a tide
only the moon can tell,
only the night.
This is why
this is how I stay
like the water
keeping you up
against the dark
I am the little voice
inside your head
"You can make it, you are strong"
This is why
I won't be scared,
this is how
On the other side of dawnClouds I can't seeOn the other side of dawn in Free Verse More Like This
cover the stars
For the missing
I should have known.
As I lie down
wide awake once again,
once again I scream my promise
in the darkness -
you can throw at me
all the sharp broken words
can really hurt me,
nothing as much
as the peculiar tone
of your silence -
so loud to my ears.
angelicusfrom the moment i first heard yourangelicus in Free Verse More Like This
voice, i knew you had to be divine
your lungs have claimed eternity
and your lips, they caught glory
in a gilded cage of songbird sin
every breath is a hallelujah,
every whisper a leap of faith
every clamour a constellation
the other night i dreamed of angels
and they all spoke with your timbre
they all waxed melisma in your wake
sometimes i wonder if your voice
is god's way of letting me in on
his best kept secret;
heaven isn't a home,
it's a harmony.
if only nights were starlessi haven't had the heartif only nights were starless in Free Verse More Like This
to stare at the stars, lately.
do you remember, darling
we used to sit in the window
waiting for the first flicker
of light to adorn the sky
( diamante on the only
evening gown worth wearing,
you always said )
the first to spot starlight
got to make their wish
and day in, day out,
just as the sunset blush
of dusk began to fade,
i would press my lips to yours
and i would whisper wonders
in your mouth and i would
keep my eyes wide open
you knew exactly what game
i played, but you always,
always let me win.
lately, i've taken to hiding
away when the crepuscular
glory of sunset dissipates
i've taken to sanctuary in
the grey of clouded evenings,
and if i venture out after
dark, i cannot help but to
keep my eyes closed tight;
i haven't the heart to
meet the constellation gaze
of wishes wasted, lately.
needi need to write.need in Free Verse More Like This
it's a vicious aching hole in me that grows
larger and l-a-r-g-e-r with every moment
and i need to
yell and screamwrite like i need to breathe
but they tell me i must ann-un-ciate and pro-nun-ciate
and be "grammatically correct" -
I must use full stops, and write proper sentences.
but what if that's not what I need?
i need to write.
it's tearing me up, i'm tearing up,
both in the shreds-of-paper and
but it doesn't matter because
i just need to write.
here, stilli must confess,here, still in Free Verse More Like This
i have walked the highway's edge
flirting with the sidewalk, and
wondering whether to take
the one step towards the
rushing waves of traffic
i have balanced upon precipice
after precipice gazing downward,
the finality of flight a strange
and dangerous daydream
that pulls me in
and i have stood at water's ending
the sea a susurrous caress, and
yearned to move forward once,
again, again, until the ocean
can carry me home
so many storms i have weathered
so many burdens i have shouldered
and yet sometimes i forget the
most important thing of all;
i have made it this far,
i am here
i am worthy
i will go on.
desolatei want to write something bitter,desolate in Free Verse More Like This
sour and acidic, like the first
shudder after a taste of lemon;
i want to write of how you
kill me with every breath,
every kiss, every sporadic, treasured touch
i want to spill words onto the page
like ink out of a broken bottle,
i want to stab and wound with the fragments;
sear, scratch, pierce
but when i bring you to my mind,
i cannot conjure anger,
nor passion; only a cloud of sadness
i am unable to shake.
there are no nightmares lingering here;
only long forgotten dreams.
100 proofi.100 proof in Free Verse More Like This
It's easy enough to traipse through memory,
accelerant in hand, almost graceful
as you pour gasoline or alcohol
over memento mourning
that already feels afire;
easy enough to toss careless
flames over a hunched shoulder.
To let the world--
to let yourself burn
for just a little
It's a tired adage,
but all fires must go out.ii.
I want to advocate the harder road,
the furtive glances behind.
The padlocked door
seams warped by bitter days;
weren't the days meant to
get better, eventually?
Surely there should come a day
when you can smile at the shadows
and mean it.
Surely there should come a day
when 3 AM fades almost to mythology,
when the vices don't hold you
My head is a war-torn field
all a-litter and trembling;
and I cannot help but wonder
how I continue to burn,
day twoi. fearday two in Free Verse More Like This
i talk talk talk all the time
but i never really say anything
and you can read whatever you like into that
but i know
i know that i'm afraid.
i'm afraid of the way sincerity sounds on my lips
i'm afraid that speaking my mind will result in
a dictionary definition I never asked for;
one that outlines each and every one of my flaws,
boils me down to the bare bones of insecure
i've always fallen in love like
i fall asleep; not at all often
enough, deeper than i should, and
far, far too late -
as if asleepIas if asleep in Free Verse More Like This
She lies, all aflush with color;
her wide eyes half open,
and a willow branch caressing
her gently curved cheekbone.
As the sun drifts off
her face, thrown into darkness,
is made wild by shadows
and no amount of catharsis
in this setting idyllic
can bring back the light.
day threei. learnday three in Free Verse More Like This
uncover her skeleton whispers,
her rampant regrets, and
her secret dreamings
she is bursting with words
that have never been spoken
and she is full to the brim
with faltering desires that
have never been given breath
you are all cogs
and clockwork magic
show her what makes
your minutes pass by
sometimes her mind will run
two steps ahead of her tongue
and she will ( smiling ) stumble
but she's attracted to intellect
and you're a wonderfully
precious kind of precocious;
so let your pillow talk lapse
from sweet nothings to science
wingsto the bird-girl; i thought by now you'd know,wings in Free Verse More Like This
your wings are nothing but decorative.
you can hover, love, but never soar and you'll
never clasp the sunshine in your fingertips,
never touch the moon in the instant before the rain.
i thought by now you'd have found them;
they ( fiercely clawed and bright of eye )
who tore you from the nest, all alone -
and yet all you do is flutter by me,
you delicate butterfly; help yourself.
you're lonely and everyone sees it; you're longing
for a world of your own, you're a dreamer,
it's blindingly clear to us all, darling, run away -
flee the chaos you were born into,
pluck those feathers and run to ground
with the lizards and creatures of the night
( forget the sunlight, love, forget what it
feels like to drift upon airwaves. forget. )
dear bird-girl; you are so adored,
but you cannot remain here forever.
flight of the infinite spirit i watched on as she fearlesslyflight of the infinite spirit in Free Verse More Like This
completed her migratory flight for
every summer that lit up and left
effortlessly gliding gloriously over
evanescent evergreens and everests
not minding in the least her cytotoxic
state, she preened and nurtured her
offspring, not wasting a moment in a day
i watched on as she duly completed
her turn in the rudimentary food
chain of life
as she full-heartedly fought
time travel (continued)time travel (continued) in Free Verse More Like This
time heals, remember?
burying despair: death.
grandfather time, immortal?
on loving counterclockwise.
NocturneNocturne in Free Verse More Like This
At afterglow I walk into
cafes with momentarily golden glass
Tonight I scratch out a moon
to brighten up this blackbird sky
This evening I rummage for
i may have drowned but you, you'll burnthe water rose above my collarbone though you promised you'd help keep me on the surface.i may have drowned but you, you'll burn in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you'd keep me less dense, less probable, less present - anything - to keep me from going under but that's just the thing about bullshit you're fed with when you go to a synagogue after spending your first night at a brothel; you hope that you've prayed enough to spit in the face of the fool who created you out of boredom when you're done defying Him.
i have learned that your words resemble the pretty little flowers he used to place in my hair and that the hands that trace the arch of my cheekbone time and again were never yours but always, always his.
i wonder if i was taken in by your fragrant yet fast fading vows; i should have known from your asphodel stature that you had never tried the fear of an eternal God for size. you are closer than Narcissus will ever be to self-obsession as you choose to repeatedly hang yourself in envy of - none other than - yourself.
and you really should know that t
I think I thought I saw you try-- a big bangI think I thought I saw you try in Free Verse More Like This
was what I was left waging on top of a Russian roulette bed
the night the world collapsed upon itself unto
my staining inkblot eyes and your fading g-clef footsteps
hissing noises in a background of waxen black, white, and red.
I spat out every tongue in strife-striped breaths
to every statue upon every monument I had collected like stamps
at the back of my burning head, all the while my pennies
grace new penny cases as I plead with them to plead for me.
almost-rabid sea spume and monsoons rave of the oneness
in particles of posthumous composition, fragrant with notes
of skyscraper blinkers and helipads not forgetting that of
pesticide cans approaching us intravenously in a coating of
(I) dre(am) (a)nd be(lie)ve.
false awakeningi'm at the ledge of a vertical dropfalse awakening in Free Verse More Like This
when out of nowhere, i lose my footing and fall
i gasp aloud and aghast, i am awake
i check the alarm to make sure i have not overslept (which i have not), thank god
i am okay
i get up and search for my glasses which
i do not believe i need when suddenly, an urge takes over me and
i look for signs of my childhood and my adulthood
i cannot find the blue ribbon
i won at my grade school science fair or the one our son won (which i placed right next to mine)
i cannot find a trace of you; why were you not in our bed, lying next to me, like usually?
i cannot feel our wedding ring on my finger (if not worn, a visible mark is clearly seen yet)
i cannot, even in faintest, see the created tan brought about by the span of years of our devotion
i see no proof of us at all as
i cannot find our children, daughter and son (who should be sound asleep in their rooms)
i am now excommunicated from all human reasoning- a delirious mad
she marries my heartache tonightthe last time we parted waysshe marries my heartache tonight in Free Verse More Like This
we also parted our
crashed and capsized
into each other's ships,
one final time- for the kill
we drained each other
you took and took
and for the fear of losing you,
i told myself
to never look back
at all i've bid farewell to
just to live in pretend peace
and i watched you drift away
above sea level,
as i sunk further and rusted
like the wreckage that i am-
undone by your unkindness
they found that
poison stings and
tried to grow
on my now abominable cadaver
and we were just another
you will grow old and
marry someone you'll love
but, i did not let go
always, i can only pray
that there will never come
a day where
your favorite daughter
a happily ever
then, i'll know for certain
you'll look back and
Plea: A Cinquain Lost lovePlea: A Cinquain in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like a crisp, gentle breeze
Like a soft sung melancholy
E m b a l m e d
To My Vultures, My Hungry PetsTo all you vulturesTo My Vultures, My Hungry Pets in Free Verse More Like This
salivating at the smell of my festering flesh
with all the teeth of your glistening irises
picking at my twitching, convulsing limbs
Can you not wait a little longer for your shadows
to become my casket as the starving anthill sings
me a final hymn, that the egg-yolk sun may send my
soul, that I may be spared of
this remaining ration of gore?
To all you vultures
chanting out my name, offering my blood
to no Oracle of Delphi
Do not, in reverence, regurgitate the bits
you gnawed off of me, for your prayers are nothing
more than a mask you parade in to seek false relief
from your own corrosive potbelly acidity
Now, should I wear this wake above my head
as if a wreath of flowers of blues and red?
the perfect loverthe perfect lover in Free Verse More Like This
the perfect lover
would roll through my realm
and all understanding i once held
by his every utterance
of l for
and not in the least, lust
where i stay
worry free and dazed
off of his sweet
essence and ways
he is the
arms that cradle my corroding being
hands that hold my very ether and soul
legs that wrap around my reasoning