to unfriend or not to unfriendhello, i just wanted to tell you i think you're adorableto unfriend or not to unfriend in Free Verse More Like This
oh wait nevermind, you're just going to delete it anyway
blame the coins, blame my heart, blame last night's dream
for thinking i could be your Kurt, and you could be my Blaine
the university had an affair-ci am the irregular pulse beating in your irregular places.the university had an affair-c in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i come unexpected and you jerk like
i'm a shock.
i am the feather falling gracefully,
falling in love awkwardly,
falling over, under, into --
i am falling irregularly.
i am the burglar of your teddybear dreams,
the editor-in-chief of mischief,
the personifications of vice and sin,
the deaf soldier flaunting tired fatigues
burning the mandolin your dead grandmother
gave you for your fourth christmas
because she played silent night
while you waited for santa to take you to neverland.
(and he's never coming;
i poisoned his cookies)
i'm the teardrop falling from the sky
and the raindrop falling down your cheek.
i'm your sunburn; i'm your sunscreen.
i'll be the one who hurts you and then
makes you feel better.
i'm the chill of your broken backbone,
the tingling of your scoliosis spine,
the twisted kitestrings in the relationship
you let go of,
and the fever in your knotted bowels
from a hard day's gossip
and a long nig
Eden-After the FallTepid water will not burnEden-After the Fall in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Here it is the candle's turn
To skim across remorseless ice:
Snake eyes roll the devil's dice.
Upside down the martyrs crawl
Floating low the angels fall
I saw my face within the flame:
Why will the wind not call my name?
Break a piece of bread for me
And feed it to the birded tree
Fruit of flesh, the sin made man:
Here long gone the world began.
The People CarversThe breeze carries bits of love on its bones:The People Carvers in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lovers are carvers of people, shredding
Pieces away from the core, whittling
And sawing...and sometimes grazing the soul.
I caught a bit of laughter that was thrown:
A man with half a smile, always drinking,
Scraped away joy from his wife's lips thinking
Supper should be finished when he came home.
The trick is never to break but to bend:
Hold on to your heart, keep your soul and mind,
But let love slice away sorrow and hurt.
There are fragments of me on the wind:
We've all left some trace of ourselves behind
Floating away in dusty surrender.
RestlessThere will always be wars and men who will fightRestless in Free Verse More Like This
Who will leave you cold and crying at night
And the candles will burn but never as bright
As the eyes of the love who held you tight.
Will they come home and kiss you?
When alone will they miss you?
When they die will you cry?
Because you know they will die.
They will die and so will you and so will I.
FrustrationLove, the lies you speak drip from every pore.Frustration in Free Verse More Like This
And hadn't you heard we see much more?
Like all the trauma that's built up your wall?
Or all the times we watched you climb, to see you fall?
Darling, didn't you hear that you're dead wrong,
That you stayed behind, while you should've moved on?
Are the words that I'm saying new to your mind?
Honey, have you realized you're lagging behind?
Tell me, when the poison went down, with that peaceful burn,
Did you see all the things you wanted to learn?
With your clouded judgment, dear, can you finally see
All of those things that you could never be?
So to hell with ambition, it's something we lack.
Just fool around, I'll pick up the slack.
UntitledI pray you didn't seeUntitled in Free Verse More Like This
The tears that fell from my eyes
When you turned away
And said your last goodbyes.
I hope you heard me whisper
"Please don't ever go."
I waited for you to turn back
But my voice was just too low.
I wish that you'd told me
The truth instead of lies.
You used to say forever
But not it's just goodbyes.
As I lay in darkenss
I hope that this is true,
That as your face haunts me,
My face is haunting you.
The metal on my flesh
The bitter tear in my eye
While you lived and breathed
I felt that I should die.
I hope you never read this
Though it might change your mind
About what you've done
To the girl you left behind
A Beauty and A BeastThere's a sparkle in your eyes, my dearA Beauty and A Beast in Free Verse More Like This
That can light up a room.
An ominous beast approaches
And your eyes cloud with doom.
Where an ambitious girl once stoond
A hollow doll now lays.
And on her flawless face
An empty expression stays.
The beast retreats
And all is well at last,
But the beauty's eyes
Are tainted with the past
The thing that she loves most
Is the thing that hides her away
She has her blissful moments
To keep the nightmares at bay.
The beauty has such lovely eyes
That he beast loves to steal
I pray this is only a story,
far too horrible to be real
Endymion Wakens (Love, Cherries and Gold)While Selene was out cavorting, at play with her trysts,Endymion Wakens (Love, Cherries and Gold) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In a mountain cave was hidden her abandoned lover.
All he could do was wait, she tarried no more in his midst
In preference of another, and another other.
Dark from Phoebus' sun lay languishing Endymion,
Lifetimes dreaming, suddenly wakened by a kiss of love
From the sweet cherry red lips of a young golden maiden,
Warmly smiling, seemingly shining, at him from above.
Bewildered by her beauty and goodness shown so purely
To a stranger she gave life to who was sleeping in death.
Her eyes were blue pools, calm, deep, she was no mortal surely.
She was like Spring, so alive! And she took away his breath.
He carried his fair savior out where the morning star
Heralded the dawn and she stared at him in wonderment:
A god-like prince and shepherd, she had loved him from afar,
Since she had discovered him all was pain and merriment.
To her voice nor touch would he respond in his spellbound sleep.
She had cried one thousand tears for the fat
Cassandra in StitchesCassandra is raving again,Cassandra in Stitches in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She will not take her medicine.
She's back in black
With a razorblade
Shredding the zodiac.
They shake their heads and say,
"Poor girl has not been the same
Since the day her Sun stormed away."
With frustrated hopes to stop her weeping
They fill her up with poppies
That make her madness ripe for reaping.
She tells them they are tempting Fate,
"This is how it always ends."
They did not truly listen, now it is too late.
glittering, struggling.i.glittering, struggling. in Free Verse More Like This
"i am going to make every person
around me as happy as i can,"
i bravely declare.
"you should get a job," you offer,
and i draw a heart on a whiskey
bottle and say that making people
happy is my new job.
"you should get a paying job,"
you clarify, and i fill the whiskey
bottle with glitter and kiss you
until it doesn't matter anymore.
you don't need money if you're
i tell you that i'm going to leave
because even if it hurts now, it will
eventually make you happy, and
you refuse to speak to me for
the rest of the night.
and here i thought i had
all of the answers.
you joke about going to med school
just so you can keep me alive forever.
i joke about doing some nice deeds
so people will write kind things about
me in my obituary.
neither of us think the other
is particularly funny.
you roll over in bed and whisper,
"did you mean what you said, kel?
about making people happy?"
i pretend to be asleep so that
i don't have to tell you that the only
people that i want to
sticks and stones.broken people like to write poems about how they are broken.sticks and stones. in Free Verse More Like This
they like to turn people into words because no one's heart
has ever been punctured by parentheses, but by god it's not
for lack of trying. in a poem, broken people can have hangnails
and they never have to brush their hair because the tangles
symbolize the time they lost their virginity and there are no mirrors
unless they write about one and force themselves to look into it.
broken people also like to use cliche metaphors
but that is okay because when you are broken
sometimes cliche metaphors are all you have left.
"i am a rose and you think i'm beautiful so you
keep ramming me into your eye, thorn first."
"i am uncut grass and you roll around in me,
joyful, shaking, but when you stop to catch
your breath and look at your forearms you
see that they're covered in hundreds of tiny cuts."
"i am a dandelion. i don't know why but goddamnit
i am tender and damaged and i've already written
a poem where i've mentioned turning into
Broken WingsBroken Wings in Free Verse More Like This
They tell me that I should get over it
That I should be fine
But with broken wings
It's hard to fly
The Bleeding RoseThe Bleeding Rose in Free Verse More Like This
I know that on this day
That I'm not okay
I thought about you
And the pain just grew
Last year, oh I loved it
And oh how I loved you
The end of last year, and the start of a new
God I hate myself, I wish I could pull trough
I hope your happy
I hope you're in love
I hope you hate me
I hope you move on
But I'm stuck here
All alone and cold
Hating myself, so much fun
Loving you, that pain goes on
Last year I held you
In my arms
Nothing could be better
god my heart was warm
But this year
I'm sitting on the stairs
holding a single rose
And that rose is bleeding
That rose, the rose you took
you promised to keep it
and cherish it all of your life
But those days are forgotten
That rose, was my heart
It's bleeding, it feel apart
I can't go on without some love
And when I read what you sent me, I just, fell apart.
The rose has its thorns
and they do sting
But I can't throw it away
I want a new rose, and someone who stays!
On this Valentine's Day
I learned that for me
And I love you
1. The Black Rose1. The Black Rose in Free Verse More Like This
Out extended the unwelcome arm,
for my soul to take...
My shadow, with me, trembled,
knowing no way away,
from this inevitable ending of my own.
The pillars of my legs crumbled,
and down I fell...
The arm hesitated,
and to the side tilted the head,
from which came its orders.
Of golden bone was it made,
and its base disappeared
into the caverns its sleeve....
Shying from my sight.
The Robe was black
with a fine woven silk.
I beheld none but black,
and only by will
was any other sight
begotten to my terrified eyes.
Eyes of sapphire gazed down on me,
as my back fell to the ground in terror...
Paralyzed was I in the presence of Death,
But it made no haste against me.
"I am Time, just as history knows me."
He spoke as despondence dove to my ears.
To me did Death speak, as it always had,
but with gentle motion did it cry out...
Yelling to grasp my thought, as it knelt before me.
the leaves beneath it made no cries of pain...
as they were already dead, and decaying.
Again the sapphir
The Forward MovementThe Forward Movement in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tragedy, abrupt to my very soul,
that left me far from whole.
The withered memory born unto my dreams again,
refreshed and once more binding me by chain.
The reopening scars I once upon a time, thought healed,
gape wide to open for the flood gates, red and revealed.
My witnessing eyes bleed out old tears from a rusted well,
Attempting again to put back out the fires of this age old Hell.
The rising waters find my feet and climb,
the two floods meet, where their cause is rhymed.
My heart from which the blood and tears flow,
now at where the pain does ever grow.
Close these outpouring wounds, build back up the walls...
Make for my feet, the forward movement from where my future calls.
Once again I will shed my skin,
leaving behind the marks of where I've been.