Please, forgive me.Like lies, you said
I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.
& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.
I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.
But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin.
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tattooed into the
rose garden curve
of my vertebrae,
gliding me through this wild youth.
But, like Icarus—
I was a sky conqueror
& these silk wings
touched the sun.
My inhalations are heavy,
like the earth he bruises
beneath his fingertips
as I chase silence.
"You've got a tongue
made for words." He says
against the arrogant thorns
of my briar spine.
"Learn to love yourself."
How do I say I love you
without saying I love you?
"I want to replace my heart with you."
You are spider silk woven
into my harvest moon
limbs traveling this road map
Scorpion"Show me your bones."Scorpion in Free Verse More Like This
the atlas of her thighs quaked
as she misplaced her skin
in the backseat of his car.
"I'm a scorpion, you know-"
a messy promise
& she smirked,
sure of her limbs,
her scars, & her teeth.
"I dare you to stake claim to this clavicle."
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hallowed out, & spit back up,
( you are afraid. )
Hooks longing for her ribcage embrace;
god-hands that can't seem to keep to themselves
grapple the gargoyle exterior of her deflowered frame.
( spread your legs. )
Red-inked and trembling,
prosetry masked as screams
knots into her anatomy.
No wander about it, just lust.You were a mid-morning train wreck,No wander about it, just lust. in Free Verse More Like This
the embodiment of poetry.
& my clavicles whispered too many nothings
about your summer storm hands,
folding like paper cranes
to make wishes upon themselves.
wishes are for the weak-
do something about this quaking heart
& freezing fingers.
I think I found God then,
lurking behind wanderlust eyes.
astrological.i. On some nights,astrological. in Free Verse More Like This
street lights guide
this lonely heart
to her lonely bed.
ii. In this universe of twilight skin
& mismatched bones,
I wonder just how many poems sleep
beneath the inkwell of her eyes.
iii. My body is a house of stars,
and her palms are black holes
sucking ( me ) into their vortex of
iv. She says, "Please—my moon,
please—give these bones a reason
& I am whispering lovelies
into the sanctuary of her heartbeats.
v. "Goddess temple,
sunset eyes, &
my windowpane love-
Let us eat the stars
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these wildfires raging in our retinas
& the sins we wear like demonic similes
on our tongues- they are not enough.
& i am so fucking sorry of saying i'm sorry.
but, tell me,
what is a young poet(ess) to do
with veins made of kite strings?
Her Musethese words are not poetryHer Muse in Free Verse More Like This
swimming liquid fire through ashes
of dead phoenix veins.
no, they are rough and callused
with over use, their own faithless artists
spewing black tar from their lungs
in the hopes to one day breathe again.
nothing moves her.
she would rather scribble her heart out
on physical manifestations of her own reality-
on skin and bones she worships like a temple.
"Write of me," he says, "right here."-
planting sun-stricken kisses
along the hollow of her burning throat.
"I want to be where your heart sleeps."
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on a stage in this dust town
of rose torn bones and washed up
stars, why is it that the galaxy sculpted
crescent moons in my palms
Dear Poetry,I might be dangerously on the verge of being poetic, but-Dear Poetry, in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I don't feel me in my own skin.
I am too many breaks between pulses,
& a heart still living in the autumn of 99.
I'm telling stories about a girl.
A soul made of ink & godly metaphors,
too much for a non-homeostatic body.
There were once fireflies in her smile,
alight between the gaps in her teeth.
love letters carved into wrists
she never sent.
She is Porphyria, & you are her lover.
dust.I'm chokingdust. in Free Verse More Like This
on the ink-dipped fingers
of verbs & metaphors
still lodged in this bruised,
paper crane throat;
of your words,
still kissing my ribs.
How can you judge me-
when you don't bother
to read the naked poetry
beneath the temple of my flesh?
How long can butterfly
ankles hold up a
Don't bother whispering
your secrets to nebulae,
not even the dust in my veins
will listen anymore.
ImageBursting;Image in Free Verse More Like This
The paintings of thoughts
Impossible to decipher,
as if written in white ink.
Ability to dream,
with old age.
No longer anything,
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or stop my hands from trembling
like a leaf
browned by the bitter autumn winds.
I cannot put out the fire
that is raging in my fingertips
or stop the wild animal
that is stirring in my chest.
There are no white winged angels
debating my salvation
because monsters have no place
among the gods.
Paper FlowersPaper flowers grow on my palms.Paper Flowers in Free Verse More Like This
The color of the petals are shades of black
from the ink that fills my veins, from the
stream of words that flow through my thoughts.
EscapeWhere doth one go to seek solace from thee?Escape in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Must one voyage distant mountains or seas?
One fears that one's lover doth not foresee,
the growing fiend in thy heart, thy disease.
The demise of one's faith is nigh collapsed.
Ashes rise from the depths of one's own heart
that slowly, slowly meets the terror's lapse
of losing one's love through destiny's part.
Where doth the bird fly when seeking comfort?
Where doth the angel weep when he can't sing?
Perhaps one must build one's own mighty fort,
where one shall wait for what destiny will bring.
Thee must bid one's escape from thy hands,
For one needs rebirth in more tranquil lands.
NightWe rendezvoused at the old chapel whereNight in Free Verse More Like This
we first kissed. Near the ruined altar,
in front of the cross that the tempest missed.
I wore the dress that he said he liked,
He wore the shirt that I had sewn for him.
He was beautiful, like a sculpture from heaven.
Thunder was blaring like an amplified plea,
muffling my voice as I screamed his name
over and over and over again. We danced
on the cold, marble floor; we dance for we
both wanted more.
When the birds began to sing, I knew that
the morning had finally arrived. We shared
a kiss and parted lips; he turned to ash
and flew with the wind.
RhymesRhymes are pretty, rhymes are fun,Rhymes in Free Verse More Like This
Rhyme everything under the sun.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
Rhyming is cool; so, try it too.
Good Morning, BeautifulGoodGood Morning, Beautiful in Free Verse More Like This
vibes you sent through the mail
have just arrived. Thing is, they
always arrive. Every single
to brighten me up. It keeps me
smiling throughout the day. So,
Draw Me Like...Draw meDraw Me Like... in Free Verse More Like This
close to you, so that I could feel
the gentle thumping of your heart.
to feel it against my chest, tapping
like a tambourine, tapping into my soul
from the gates of my rib cage like
a billion musicians playing a beat, matching
the sound of your drumming heart to
the sound of my own.
heart is such a beautiful thing. It is a symphony
and a Mona Lisa at the same time. It is
a work of art hidden in a
pyramid. I love you for choosing me
out of a billion
in this planet.
MagnetismShe stood there, in the middle of the concert grounds, breathlessly watching him as he sang. She wasn't supposed to be there, she wasn't a fan. But Iris forced her to go. The ticket was a gift and her friend doesn't take no for an answer. So, she went anyway. She thought of ditching the ticket somewhere, but there was a force that pulled her to the grounds. Something inside her told her that she absolutely must go. And there, as she watched him, she understood why.Magnetism in Short Stories More Like This
He wasn't feeling well. The manager told him that it's ok if he couldn't perform, that they'll just reschedule the concert.He looked at himself in front of a mirror. His eyes were
I, Love and YouII, Love and You in Free Verse More Like This
have been to places where there is hurt,
storming tempest seas with nothing but
the blurred picture of you in my mind.
is such a funny thing. 'Tis more powerful
than any weapon ever forged, or any
army ever trained.
are my forever. I will love you like an
amaranth, never fading, never dying.
Shade of RedDamn this insatiable appetite,Shade of Red in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This unyielding lust for something more.
So trapped am I, under my skin;
A wretched home, a place to abhor.
Averting eyes see none but red,
Like a raging bull I am unsighted.
I try to see, but to no avail,
Red remains, my mind blighted.
I reach out to touch it only to stop,
My eyes fill up with horror, mouth agape;
My fingers trembling, my heart racing,
My hands blanketed in crimson tape.
I look to the left and now the right,
An object lies dormant in my grip.
A horrid chill rushes up my spine
As I glare bewildered at the fine tip.
With a clank the blade hits the pavement,
With a thud my knees f
Innocent FearShadows dance along the wall,Innocent Fear in Free Verse More Like This
A morbid party for one and all.
A child's fear manifests,
Of the dark, cold, innocent night.
Round, and round, their imagination goes.
Where it stops,
Footsteps creak along the floor,
A monster knocking at their bedroom door.
Mommy's comforting blanket wont work anymore.
Heart beat rising,
And eyes closing...
A silent scream builds up within their very core.
The One That Got Away."I'm sorry I never told you how beautiful you are."The One That Got Away. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He wanted to scream those words to her as he watched her walk away. Her straight black hair gently swayed as she walked away, her dress flowed in the wind.
He couldn't help but wonder if he might have been able to say something, anything to keep her. You lose everything sooner or later, don't you?
He watched her dart through traffic, then turn a corner and disappear. She never looked back at him. He felt empty. Hollow. There was something missing without her and it hurt- more than he had ever expected. Some indescribable pain, like a knife tracing crude shapes all over his heart, breaking
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I don't remember much about that day. It went by too quickly.
I remember that before he showed up you made some comment about how,
true to form,
you always said he'd be late to his own funeral.
I remember how everything started and
as they were talking about him you started bawling.
I remember wondering why you were crying
when everyone knew
how much the two of you hated one another.
You started and that set off your son, and all you did was cry into his hair.
I remember thinking
that everyone was looking at you,
wishing for you to stop.
It wasn't as if he was your best friend or anything.
You didn't have a reason to cry.
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Aposiopesis' Music is Poetry Meme
Okay, this one is for all you aspiring poets out there! A little something to get the creative jouces flowing if you're feeling like you're in a poetical rut...or if you just looking for that extra spark of inspiration. Here's what you do:
1) Cue up your musical playing device; make sure it's set up to shuffle.
2) I'm going to give you a time - 1:32, for example.
3) Go to that time on the song and write down the first full sentence (or it's closest equivalent) that you hear. If it's in the middle of an instrumental, just wait for the first
Crawl Into Memy lips sinks with silenceCrawl Into Me in Free Verse More Like This
down and out once again
smoking until my lungs collapse
drinking until my feet give in
crying just enough to get attention
breaking into darkness and sleeping within
the devils hands heaven only exist with each
pill i took to erase the fake smiles i could never amount to