AfterIt follows me.
My silver skeined ghost.
An almost imperceptible thread;
only visible when you shine light
directly upon it.
It follows me.
It rides the underground.
It hides under bridges,
It is woven into the spools of tar
that form the roads between.
Inevitably if I walk too fast
it reminds me -
Like the tug of stitches in your cheek
that reminds you; you have lost your wisdom.
It reminds me.
It trips me in doorways,
when my mind is elsewhere.
If I look away from it -
- it slips round my neck.
Another knot to throw over the beams
it mauls me without a fair chance.
I tried to sever it. I can't.
Only the corrosion of time has a chance.
So for now, I am tethered
to the fragment of my heart
that I tore out for you.
Although we have placed it in a shroud
and declared it dead,
the umbilical thrumming keeps me awake.
It does not desist;
the connection to that unwanted slab of meat.
ScarsSee the sharpness of my tongue-nibScars in Free Verse More Like This
As the metallic taste in my mouth draws out
A barking cough, forced out
By the dirty nicotine lining my lungs.
See the blade of stubbornness
That slices across my cheek bone;
An amalgamation of all the times you pushed me.
See the residue in my eyes,
The remnants of all those times you forced me
And I forced myself not to cry;
Those tears condensed into a thick blinding syrup
That colours all things red.
See the crinkle in my nose,
The wrinkles on my heart
As I remember how you didn't love me. (Don't love me).
See the burns on my psalms
And fingerprints singed off
By all the times you called me nothing.
See the manacles, the barnacles
The mutations and tumours.
See the invisible scars of the Battle of Us.
In absence of a poem.I chewed my pen to the nibIn absence of a poem. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and swallowed the ink thoughtlessly,
but no matter how long I thought,
I couldn't say what you mean to me.
I tried, I tried and I tested,
every word in my diminutive range,
but I screwed up more pieces of paper
and happened upon something strange;
I noticed words, which have served me,
for all of my formative years,
had no power to convey my gratitude
for the times that you dried my tears.
Whenever I doubt myself (often),
You're the one who tells me I'm wrong
You lift up my chin and remind me, wait
for the good things that will come along.
I can't find a way to express how
you are the saving grace in my head.
So words can't tell you how I love you -
I hope my silence will tell you instead.
BuriedUnder the paprika house,Buried in Free Verse More Like This
are the bones of my father
and nestled between rib
and reason, is our love.
A chance secondI lie awake, staring at the cornices.A chance second in Free Verse More Like This
3AM: my fingers worry at the corners of my sheet.
My anxiety worries at the corners of my rib.
I bite and tug and huff out my misery
As the silence keeps me awake.
I lay with pressure of your absence
Pressing down over my nose and mouth.
A soft asphixiation of the heart, of the sanity.
It is a hot grey night in London.
You are awake, startled by the sunlight.
7AM: you can't lift your weighty skull from the sheet.
The day sirens, but you stay, settled,
Under the weight of your shroud, your loss,
Only the silence keeps you awake.
Unknowingly, for the first time in weeks
We are unintentionally in sync;
Laid out in funerial colours as we die.
It is a dull blue day in Dubai.
Of Nuisance LeavesHear me read it!Of Nuisance Leaves in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Leaves clutch their ropy fingers around the tree's limbs. The zesty leeches bloom, crack open overnight and slip silently up the nearest oak or maple. They pierce the crunch of bark and penetrate deep into the rubbery veins.
They feed. They pauperize plum and peach until they are heavy and brown; heavy laden with the stolen sap.
When at last they reach their fill the tree can finally shake them off emphatically, desperately, until at last it is clean again. The tree reaches its black bones to the sky in praise and as a new year begins vows never again to be the victim of leaves.
HAIKUWRIMOCOMPLETE 2013HAIKUWRIMO in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
February 28th, 2013
A feeble whimper for help;
roar of these raw times.
February 27th, 2013
Gluttonous ash cloud
sucks the moon's blood
and swallows the night.
February 26th, 2013
Bark! An explosion!
Angry bodies escape the
network of lung cells.
February 25th, 2013
multiplying, honing in,
determined to kill.
February 24th, 2013
Tea and sympathy
for my dear sister.
February 23rd, 2013
I will hold my breath
as the north wind does the same
waiting for your love.
February 22nd, 2013
He hovers behind;
February 21st, 2013
A long slow curve,
your smile upon my shoulder,
a scar of your touch.
February 20th, 2013
Where do you go while I sleep?
To whom do you run?
February 19th, 2013
Whorls from fingers
Imprinted in the trees
Count their rings too.
February 18th, 2013
Sleeping soundlyHe's talking in his sleep againSleeping soundly in Free Verse More Like This
And I can't help wondering
If he's saying all the things he feels he can't say
When I'm (not) listening in the day.
Talking to the FurnitureRichard found himself talking to the furniture.Talking to the Furniture in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Ahhh" he sighed settling into his favourite chair "lets have a nice sit down shall we?" The question lay down on the floral rug and withered away unanswered.
"What's that all about, eh?" he grumbled to the doormat that had curled up snuggly against the front door, jamming it when he opened it for the milk, as he picked up his post. "What's that about?"
"Right then, let's get the kettle on" he chirped conversationally to the kettle which blushed until steam came out of its ears and boiled despite being watched. "Lovely cuppa" he said in thanks, and the kettle whistled shyly to herself until she was calm again.
"Come along then" he grumbled as he grappled with the lawnmower, "Come along, come along then. That's a good girl".
Richard didn't mind talking to most of the furniture, he had done it most days of his long eighty-six years. He had talked to the furniture as it had slunk into corners and nested in cupboards when they had moved in fo
The Bone CollectorSometimes my breath catches in my throatThe Bone Collector in Free Verse More Like This
and the very stillness of an earth going
a thousand and three miles per hour
gets lodged there.
Sometimes these simple exchanges
leave me breathless, croaking on dust:
the unfiltered pigments of other people's skin
and blood and ash
but with my tarred lungs and itchy eyes
I sit and sift through charcoaled remains,
alphabetising them from c to c. I am lost
in a world charred brazen.
Many things I have loved have turned to ash.
Many people. I was naive enough to think
that there was some perfect nutritional truth
that could outlast hell-fire.
I claw through a world turned ashen
and know those dead embers collect in my cells
They are the harbingers of a truth
I do not want.
The skittish earth throws its skirts about again
to unsettle us all, and I am unsettled
Alone in the dirt, organising piles of bone-dust
he did not love, at all.
Sometimes, it's the little things.He always told me I was deep.Sometimes, it's the little things. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
An unfiltered distillation of a humanitarian ocean.
He accepted me, gills and all -
He knew that I needed my eccentricities to breathe
under the seascrapers of pollution
that hung over my head.
Or he said he did.
At the end of it all,
he tugged the gills open to expose me;
my innards trailed across the coral reef
as I swam trustingly forward, hoping for the best.
I tried to believe.
I believed him, gills and all -
But eventually, he left me, with holes in my sides
Where he had spooned out my intestines
To tether them to a boulder.
I tried to breathe.
He always told me I was deep.
It must have been a surprise to read:
Death by puddle.
zeroi sworezero in Free Verse More Like This
i would never number the poems
i wrote about myself because that
would be like ticking off the days
until my breakdown;
i was a moth, unapologetically throwing myself
at any gleam of hope; wasting my wings
on industrial promises
colors always felt much more
appropriate for the purple boiling
beneath my heart and the pallid
purposelessness of my head,
but i was born into a colorless world--
no one sees me behind the metallic scars
of my skin and iron grating of my voice against
the grain; no one sees me as more than
gray regret or monochrome mistakes,
no one sees me but
all i ever wanted was for a
fallen god with feathered heels
to believe in me: to pray upon
the monuments i built for
broken dreams and to baptize me
in his tainted tears,
i just want him to be real. more
than anything, i want to be real, i want
to be more than an imaginary friend
to various mental limitations; i want
to trade my liquid skin [evaporating]
for a chance to be
i am a moth and you are the lighthouse
CountedI am a number.Counted in Free Verse More Like This
twenty times I broke, fourteen times I lied, six pieces of my heart lent
goodbye, two times I didn't want to make it, one failure
and countless broken things;
infinite words abandoned trembling and lonely and cold.
I'm so cold and it's spring and the ground is alive to make up
for the mistakes I bury; the cherry blossoms are wilting
black, drooping so low to the ground that it is a blanket
as far as the eye can see:
fallen flowers die like starsick soldiers, begging please, oh,
please take me home so
I can leave on my own threshold and kiss the walls of
my own making and see my wife for a final time, please,
take me home where there are lullabies and nightlights
and bedside wishes; where the air isn't thick with the
scent of sinning men, oh god I'm sorry
that life is inevitability and the failure before me is as set
Skylight SongsI am not the dysfunctional light switch,Skylight Songs in Free Verse More Like This
17 times a day on again off again but
I think sometimes I’m caught in the parallels of
my own distorted perception and I just see
a jagged world falling fast and
you are blue, the deep
cyan-scented thing of night I crave, blue.
beautiful bleeding blue who cries like
the breaking sky and sings like a summer night,
I am invisible, changing before your eyes.
nauseous regurgitation of every color
I’ve ever loved,
while these crystalline dreams tinted teal
cradle me to sleep
defeatheredand this is where we bury our hearts,defeathered in Free Verse More Like This
between self-defeating personality disorders
and burnt bridges and midnight ramblings
we promise ourselves aren’t true;
embedding our memories in forsaken homes
like it is a conscious decision to shed
our wings (reptiles don’t fly)
and maybe I am the monster of every
myth: wide-eyed and jagged toothed and
looking to regain a piece of myself the
world borrowed, many moons ago
as I falter and stumble over my own unaware
feet, wreaking havoc, reeking of self-acquittal--
all I ever wanted to do was belong.
dreams are flaws much like the hearts we
flaunt on our sleeves, and I seem to
have lent all mine away; I am
something entirely ignorant, in the dark,
believing fingers fumbling can find answers.
they never told me reflections are backwards
and the world spins the wrong way and
hurricanes are really an embodiment
of all our own withdrawals:
but one day, these walls will crumble,
and I will learn to breathe in dust.
expired warningsI hate to break it to you but we're all betting on the day whenexpired warnings in Free Verse More Like This
your nightmares will swallow you whole and you won't
remember how to open your eyes. we forget your voice,
it broke and no one buried the pieces. we're giving you up:
secessions (your ribcage is a civil war, your heart is the victim.
there will be no memorial; there are only red flags)
obsessions pick your bones dry, vulture needs, vulgar
mortality argues at least you're not alive
at least you can't see us anymore, counting the knots
in your neck and catastrophes in your mouth. in
your summer cage you were a soggy butterfly bearing
a cumbersome cross. now, we leave you naked and
seizuring on winter's doorstep as the little lamb who
never loved enough.
they haven't paid you for the dreams you pawned years ago
in exchange for a little sleep, no, they tied more rocks to your
ankles and begged you to fly - they said they traded your
misformed hopes for something a bit more fitting, a solid
dose of reality with a hint of self-h
I am the wayward childI wish I had something more to offerI am the wayward child in Free Verse More Like This
when your joints ached and your bones creaked
and you wept dust; (the cobwebs around
your tongue were a comfort once)
but I am three times screwed
over backwards and turned right around,
breathing in gravel and praying on
the only consistencies I know like
on Sun-day we are in the house of God
and it won’t rain and dad won’t speak
and mom will sit with pursed lips counting
all the times we didn’t kiss her goodbye
and everyone will call it normal,
everyone will look at the way I write words
on cracked pavement and get glassy-eyed
when they speak softly and forget the sound
of my own voice when I’m afraid; all those times I
tripped over my own feet and walked away
with wounded knees, and they will call me normal.
I’m at it again, building barricades
from ashes and calling them friends
(this here is fear, he visits me nightly;
and that stale stain in the corner
is actually anxiety, recuperating
from the moment it caught a
Escaping Narcissusii.Escaping Narcissus in Free Verse More Like This
there are no explanations, none worthy
of your contortionist spine and
sky-hungry hands, no sorrow;
this is the happy song for the happy people:
raise your paper heart to the heavens
[I wish god would take pity on me
and flood the abomination right out of my
skin, drown the impure, start new
with a dove that doesn’t know
in my head,
I’ve already left you a thousand times over.
sometimes, I wander through the streets and
idolize the living like a curious phantom
with a nonexistent pulse; sometimes, I run
desperate to the woods that seem
to breathe and mourn, where the trees
resemble bodies of people weaker than me,
and sometimes, I fly away because it turns out
the needles nestling beneath my skin
were feathers, waiting to cry out, and
I watch as your shadow dissolves
into the unsympathetic
but every time,
I come back, crawl into our weary bedsheets,
and number off your breaths until I fall
on becoming alivethank god for sleeping pillson becoming alive in Free Verse More Like This
and the man who gave me a bag
to quiet my mind.
thank god for boys with open hands
and curious minds and naïve hearts
who make me young because
god, you birthed me old
you birthed me old,
so I could be the one to
measure the livelihood of stars
while the others made
their childhood wishes
thank god I have a mind
that runs a million miles faster
than I ever could, because
I believe my heart is an hourglass
of honey and grime, and
I’m slowly running out of
time, and I fear
these days are numbered.
thank god for people
who write the words bleeding in my heart
without knowing I exist, thank god
for beauty and my understanding
that I only exist in relation to it
and in appreciation of what
I can’t become.
thank god for my rebirth
because I spent all those
eye-opening years of my life
sleeping behind the wheel, thank god
someone was there to wake
me up. (thank god that I can
weep for happiness and depression
in the same day,
the leper and the lambbaby boy grew up andthe leper and the lamb in Free Verse More Like This
the thorns left his crown;
his sides cry red,
it scares me to hear the
same stories in his sighs.
he is the kind of poetic violent whose
words are like calculated anvils; he
dissipates between my bones and
my heart will burst, I swear it. I am
afraid of balloons and the imminent
explosion of my delicate monstrosity
rising through my throat and suffocating--
but it’s really beautiful
when he turns over and rubs the galaxies
congested within his eyes. I believe in
shooting stars and intoxicated nights and the
prickled promises intertwined between our
fingers, as I miscalculate how fragile I really am
it’s beautiful. the sun sets red
and the aftertaste of bile is of
the loveliest reminiscence,
“these things are never
yours” he croons so
RestlessI’ve been living in the same breathy dreamRestless in Free Verse More Like This
for too many days now; I’m bed-ridden and
stale and I reek of those moments that come
full throttle like a car crash on a winter night
this is evolution where weak hearts
are afraid of the shadows and where
an apologetic wind births no remorse;
he will move on—anchored ship
set sail, I am the sunken wreckage
that never learned how to swim.
he will move on, Darwin says
I never had a chance
I wish I were the textbook sadness,
symptom and solution and endurance
but I’ve spent too long sleeping on the
thoughts of shooting stars and gravity
and reasons, scientific calculations with
thrice-checked proofs for the skeptics
that don’t believe in the sleight of hand magic
reality wants to imply
I am not the insomniac writer with
better things to do than sleep; I am
the heavy bones afraid of what
lies in the darkness beneath
the skeletons of childhood monsters
UndyingUndying:Undying in Free Verse More Like This
How many days do you spend now, putting me down?
The coffin call for a dead man waiting around
"He's just an underground laughing stock, never to rise"
But on the seventh day I'm coming back; these are my ties!
The kind of promise that you made with the devil inside
You try to take away my soul, but I take it in stride
I ain't a doll that is crushed by the weight of his pride
I am the real and the raw of the things you denied!
You're playing snake games, selling oil, pass it off strong
You're just a pot head, weed dead, smoking your bong.
You try to look away, play and hide; apathy's best
But I'm the kind of bad boy you don't put to the test!
-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th February 2013
Witch With A Fairy WandWitch With A Fairy Wand in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Witch with a Fairy Wand:
She came out in a dress full of laces,
She faced up a crowd and their god-fearin' faces.
They started screamin' murder over hymns and a gospel,
They said 'you better run or you're caught in the Witch's spell...'
But out came the sun and it dried up all the f***in' rain,
The girl waved a wand and it took away the crowd's pain.
Old men were runnin' while the kids were doin' backflips.
All because the girl had a wand and she let it rip!
She had a fairy wand, a f***in' fairy wand,
She had a fairy wand, a shiny fairy wand!
She made us all believe...
In all those things we wanted to see...
She made us all believe,
In all those things, locked up in memories!
Cause she had a fairy wand, a f***in' fairy wand,
She had a fairy wand, a shiny fairy wand!
She had a fairy wand, a f***in' fairy wand,
She had a fairy wand, a shiny fairy wand...
Out came the priest, he was dressed up in the robes of white,
He brought out a cross and he said, 'Now we p
Painted SkinPainted Skin:Painted Skin in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles at you, as you enter the office;
Wearing eyeliner made of contempt and disdain.
His cheap cologne invades your nostrils immediately
And you quickly suppress a cough.
"Yes, yes, indeed we have to review this...er, many things are involved."
His face is powdered with a layer of self-importance;
Lips reddened by the polite harshness he spews.
His forked tongue flickers as he prattles on
And you're really getting quite tired.
"Oh I'm sorry! Of course, of course I understand; but my way is much better!"
You're getting really bored now, so you take a look around the room.
The expectation is to see it bedecked with acolades;
Yet bare walls, cold and empty, are all that greets you.
"Are you listening to me, I'm telling you why this isn't good enough. LISTEN TO ME!"
You take a look at the cup of coffee you were offered,
Cheap and lukewarm; you narrow your eyes.
"Is there a problem? I'm being honest, this is for YOUR OWN GOOD!"
Sending Me To HellSending Me To Hell:Sending Me To Hell in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes, as the black smoke fills the air.
Incense burned to create a semi-choking sensation.
A tiny inkling of the perceived suffering,
But it is enough to make this difficult...
Next, wounds are carefully opened.
Patterns carved into the flesh,
Resembling the nine circles of suffering.
As each begins to form a red river,
An ocean pools beneath my stained elbows.
In the distance I hear the cackling of witches;
Accompanied always by the mad shrieks of those beyond.
Already they can taste the red wine that I ooze
And eagerly, their tongues wag; anticipating the feast.
Concentrate...I have to concentrate
My teeth grind together, as I force them shut,
The pressure causes my jaws to ache and my body soon stiffens.
It seizes up like an iron vault, my mind its secret mechanism;
Twisting, turning, seeking the accepted combination.
I can feel them now, reaching for me...
Tongues begin to lick at my open wounds,
Lustfully salivating unto m
Alone but AliveAlone but Alive:Alone but Alive in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Oh here I am standing,
A lost soul is landing.
The coldest December,
Can you still remember?
Do you even hear me?
There's no one around me!
Oh shadow that I see,
The void right behind me.
Yet still I am breathing;
Yet still I am feeling.
The coldest sensation,
Oh worthless creation!
Are you still crying?
Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold
Cold like what was left of soul,
Made of all the life you stole.
Walk divine but made of sin,
Worm of hatred squrim within.
Sin of lust and sin of pride,
Lash the tongue that last has lied.
Yours was silver with a promise,
Kiss of death and then you vomit.
Burning bile of ugly treason,
No one else can know the reason.
Left a soul behind to burn;
You are the reason I have turned...
On this cold and endless night...
When I'm finally pierced by the light...
And I awaken from this hell...
ALONE - BUT ALIVE!
Alive and again oh do I dare?
To give this heart and to lay it bare.
When heaven cast its fate
Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You... in Free Verse More Like This
No matter the years that pass me by,
It seems I am forever trapped.
For when it comes to deceiving myself,
I'm afraid I'm rather apt.
In the end the truth which I sought to avoid, is now knocking at my door...
A rabid rat that chews at me; one I can't ignore.
And though I might have grown this body, from the lonely years I've seen.
I'm afraid I can only chase the shadow, of my dearest Angeline.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2012
Practice Poem - Man In CagePractice Poem - Man in Cage:Practice Poem - Man In Cage in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.
But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".
Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...
Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretending that I am still sane,
Never noticing how it has all turned out;
Alone I remain the same...
Never reaching, never living; I am free within the cage
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st January 2012
The Way We LiveThe Way We Live:The Way We Live in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We all have our own little struggles;
Pushing on forward as the tragedies double.
A life led with pain and exhaustion too immense,
I'm pushing down walls as my muscles go tense.
But these are the words that you'll never hear me spit.
I'd never say I'm 'giving up' or if I should 'quit'.
I'm really freaking stupid so just tell it to my face,
And even then I'd never give up the right to race.
I'm like a lone arrow drawn and shot from a bow,
Blustered by the winds of all the things I don't know.
I'd never figure out if I'd reach the final mark,
But I know that I'd never lose my glowing inner spark.
And that's all it takes just to keep this body going.
With calloused hands in this ocean I'm still rowing
Searching for some land out amidst a sea of black;
A wandering gypsy bearing burdens on his back.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2013
Her Cold LipsHer Cold Lips:Her Cold Lips in Free Verse More Like This
She watches me, as I bid my friends goodbye
Her cold hands creep along my shoulders
they tell me that she is there
and that she will never let me go...
We're in my room now, away from the outside
I know that she doesn't like the sun
Often, she prefers to observe me from the shadows
but I think she doesn't like the others coming close...
We're beneath the covers now, panting softly
her cold body pressed against mine
Her lips are completely devoid of warmth
and yet they taste so rousingly sweet
A haunting, a haunter and the haunted
Two of us now entwined beneath the ruffled sheets
We cross a barrier that should not be broken
each and every night, as her softly tongue slips gently over mine...
It's dark now and she continues to smile
Her chest does not rise and fall, for she does not breathe
She suffocates me and yet I can't bear to let her go
She clings to me and yet I am equally drawn
It's daytime now and she has vanished
but I know she will return when the sun has
Yeah I'm Stupid!Yeah I'm Stupid!:Yeah I'm Stupid! in Free Verse More Like This
Indeed you are absolutely superior. A divine being, more intelligent,
Learned and completely right in everything you say about me.
However, if I might be permitted to as they say in slang
"Drop the beat", then I'd like to show you my own style of doing things.
Art thou ready for this my sibling from a different parent?
Sir can I have just a moment of your time? I think I lost
My will, let me sit and bust a rhyme rappin' like I'm
Edgar Allan singin' Raven songs, thank god I have a
life and love that keeps me really strong. See I
Understand the fact that you may not like the things I do,
Structure in your brain is wrapped tight like a metal screw.
But this is what you do when you are young
I'm breaking all the rules until I finally get sung!
So pass it on over if you're done with the whiny mic,
I'd like to show the world a new style it's the Chen life;
So everyone go 'Chen boo', this all the 'Chen boo',
I am trying to be honest,but I write so fucking floweryI am trying to be honest, in Free Verse More Like This
it makes me sick,
rose scented stars & love.
Her: helpless as a lamb,
I want raw, aching
bone against bone
exploring the exposed, naked
poetry of her universe-
( warm, celestial hands
forging sandcastle ribs. )
Southern earth beneath her feet,
wanderlust burned like Apollo's touch
into her spinal cord, please awaken
the empty space between her skin
Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.Ways to conquer heartbreak in Free Verse More Like This
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase letters, in free verse yet to be proofread.
Write about wars and victory.
Be the hero.
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.
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palmsThe rule of nines. in Free Verse More Like This
than most know about
the kind that beg dandelion child,
I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes.
Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend
turned bogieman -
Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts
like they are nothing but pretty paper
to be folded over, again & again & again
by the hands of quivering youths:
Icarus, the reincarnated
sky conqueror searching for warmth.
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skinwet scribbles, tattooed tragedy in Free Verse More Like This
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.
I want to forget names,& faces,I want to forget names, in Free Verse More Like This
I want to forget their veins,
fingerprints forever burned into my eyelids;
wrists I can't look at
without longing to tear apart.
Spine full, and spiteful:
I want to cry
roses in my midnight tea
for these star collapsed lungs.
I want to cry for her
& for me.
she wont allow me the courtesy.
Show me what the stars look like tonight.I’ve fallen in love with wars & darkness.Show me what the stars look like tonight. in Free Verse More Like This
The kind of darkness said to have made
shadow monsters of seen-too-much eyes
& the kind of war lands made of
desecrated, dandelion wrists.
I am the wind, the morphine pump
& I’ve carved my bones into stars.
I wear them around my neck
like outward sun marrow
warming my carotid pulse.
These little glow-in-the-dark blankets
aren’t enough to stifle the sounds;
but my anatomy never seemed to fit
together the right way anyway.
lub-dubThere are loverslub-dub in Free Verse More Like This
I will never be able to
crawl out from underneath;
I’m caving in, lungs
no longer able
to exhale lovely things.
However hollow, I’ve got
these artist hands,
these god hands of mine
that can save lives.
What’s the point
when I’ve got little
& no one can ever seem
to find my pulse?
respiration.i am shipwrecked fever;respiration. in Free Verse More Like This
& she is denied oxygen.
i taste sirens on the shore
of her collarbones,
& salt-licked sea limbs.
but, it's the natural disaster
wrapped around her coral spine
that really has my lungs
I think you left a piece of you in me.This tangled mess you call a heart,I think you left a piece of you in me. in Free Verse More Like This
daisy veins & sin;
She's bringing me down.
& you were merely shivering
pressing winter bones
against my sun-stricken mouth,
darkness searching for a home
buried in my lungs.
You whispered breathe me
lovely in the inhale/exhale
of carbon dioxide suicide.
She speaks only of you now,
lonely & mourning beats-
Crack open this damn ribcage;
F.O.R.G.I.V.E.F is for Feelings,F.O.R.G.I.V.E. in Free Verse More Like This
pain, anger, guilt.
O is for Outrage,
mountains from molehills built.
R is for Reasoning,
let common sense in.
G is for Genuine,
let healing begin.
I is for Ignore,
those screaming for vengeance.
V is for Validity,
give mercy a chance.
E is for Empathy,
support and don't revile.
Forgiveness is stronger,
than revenge or defile.
the one that lets it reside.
Forgiveness the one thing
that we all have inside.
The betrayal and anger,
that's felt can be so stark.
Often, I'll admit, it leaves
some emotional mark.
Forgiveness can strengthen,
if you just allow.
Forgiveness can build a bridge,
it's a start, anyhow.
Requiem for LizzieLizzie, my girlRequiem for Lizzie in Free Verse More Like This
put down that ax.
There is a hole
in the hem
of your mother's skirt
that needs mending
and your father
has enough to bear.
Go now, child -
sweep out the hearth
and the arms of family
who tie you
to this place
wasted and spent
for the letters
that never come
and the gossip of neighbors
in your eyes
like the dust
where nothing happens
except stale and old.
the sun is nearly setting
has gone limp
on a cold stove
that cannot stand them
in this place
And you know
will turn tomorrow
and find them
and the sounds they made
dreaming at the table
like the slow thud
of blood in your ears....
VagrantsYour words are vagrants,Vagrants in Free Verse More Like This
bent black and blue
by the wind -
soiled and lonely,
waiting for a beautiful man
to brush them from your face
and make them clean.
They long to find a hallway
and to intoxicate someone's lover
and play Jezebel in his arms
what his name really means
and why his wife is dying.
They want to call him on the telephone
and ask if these scars are real
or if all sin is original,
immaculate and lacking,
like something left out overnight
that cannot find its home.
They want to hit below the belt
and leave lipstick on his collar,
a telltale slash,
and climb into a whiskey bottle
left hiding in a suitcase -
the kind your father carried
when he left you
waiting for a promise.
Cold"Bare knuckle winterCold in Free Verse More Like This
barely left us awake or breathing
and your face
bruises too sadly,"
around the throat,
as she wiped the snow
off the porch
where your coat lay
in an angry
pile of water
and your little brother
tied his mittens
to the swing.
"Nothing can move
in this cold.
It sears the birds' wings
to the sky
and you can hear them
near the barn,
close to the potatoes
going black and blind
in the cellar."
You count the crows
pecking out the fence,
what they look like
under the ice
of the bird bath
and if death
like the smoke
curling around her mouth...
WinterWinter in Free Verse More Like This
Winter haunts in roots of December,
crimson berries bursting on brown vines
and leaves mottled silver under foot.
It nestles on damp moss
and gathers, brilliant white,
in beads of snow
that hang on grass
where the air snaps clean,
slashes evergreen smiles in branches
and curls in smoke
from distant chimneys.
It warms the blood in mulled wine
and cools the skin
in the crisp bite
where frost takes away your breath
and children's bright cheeks
flame the gray dusk
that settles over farmhouses.
It smells of peat and toasted cake,
coals nestled in grates
and chestnuts sputtering open
in mittened hands and fingers.
It draws us home against the spangling sky
and settles back behind the windows,
hiding under heavy quilts
and dark plaid blankets,
where steam spills
from cups of tea
and tangles with laughter and ghost stories.
It tucks us in
and shivers under the door,
spilling out under a slivered moon,
leaving us to nestle into each other
and spin dreams of soft, warm green.
FlamesThere are flames whereFlames in Free Verse More Like This
his head should be -
forty pieces of silver
a dressing gown, a pipe
a poem left in the fireplace.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stone angels on the battlefield
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
EdenBring me to your feast of rags,Eden in Free Verse More Like This
that groaning board of earth and tears
where you ache
to eat the righteous,
and I will undress
these scraps of hidden wounds
to stop believing.
I will lay the table
in green leaves
and press poultices
with the cool, running water
of my hands
where daylight gapes
in hungry children,
and pull us
from the tired cloth of living.
I will make pilgrims of my fingers
to peel away
those sore, rough blows
that starve our hearts,
and anoint our eyes
in this rude paradise.
And we will dine on a rich harvest
the mead of poets,
bread from moon, and ash
fallen from the autumn skies -
the soft rain of manna
unfolding like the promises
of a new Eden.
RequiemRequiem in Free Verse More Like This
Death comes sweetly
dares not show its face, -
lapping up old sorrows
and prisms of faces
pinned like insects
under bell jars.
It lays you down
in soft, pale sheets,
pours sweet oil
over tired limbs
and bruised memories
and cuts right to the quick
like a hard won prize.
It leaves you lost,
stripped down to bare wounds,
blinking at ghosts
who catch your sore heart
and wear it on their lips
with the shadowed promise
to never forget...
Krakow, 1942Krakow, 1942 in Free Verse More Like This
Little princess never sees
the belly of the beast
sliding up under her skirt,
wrapping around her feet
on the mean streets
where clocks tick backwards
and the world tastes of salt.
She never notices the dagger eyed man
slouched in the slatted doorway,
breeding mayhem under his coat
the pock eyed children
who sleep between the wire.
She never hears the death rattle
that rips souls
loose from boxcars
sad history under foot
in the dead calm of nightmares.
wears an unscathed kiss
lingering over her heart
like a lonely war
and sucks the breath
from a sky run dry
by children who wished down the stars.
pieces of youi keep finding pieces of you.pieces of you in Free Verse More Like This
under the piano
where you hid
when the room got loud
in the hall closet
where mother put you
during storms and you
thought the coats
a used shadow
in the pool house,
under the old canvas tarp
breathing in the corner.
and on the porch
where you slept,
naked and lost
those raw parts
you asked me
to keep safe.
Why Poets DrinkChrist,Why Poets Drink in Free Verse More Like This
there is a reason poets drink.
Abstention feels bad -
infertile and stuffed, swollen.
It does not sell books
or win those brass
angels on ribbons.
Tonight my lover is bourbon,
distilled in some soul
south of Carolina.
It plays tricks with colors
and the sounds on my tongue.
It grows words where
none have loitered for weeks
and handfasts me to
the rest of the world.
It is ransom -
a jest of seasons
and my bone idle brain
Terrors Of the Heart and MindI miss the time when we were so naiveTerrors Of the Heart and Mind in Free Verse More Like This
That we thought each other would be
The only thing we'd ever need
There are days when I want nothing but you
Then I realize that, that can't be true
Since the day we both said that we were through
Now I'm stuck in this conflict
Stuck feeling like a convict
In a world that makes me physically sick
In a world that makes absolutely no sense
On the balance between a right and wrong fence
Carrying wounds I can't cleanse
I want it all to be fixed
Without having to use all these fancy tricks
Or hear the echo of a gun when the trigger clicks
Now lets tell each other our last good night
Tuck each other into bed tight
And watch as our monsters turn out the light
MistakeHolding tight, tight enough to never let goMistake in Free Verse More Like This
No one wants to grow up and be old
But everyone wants to act mature
A punch to the gut
It only takes one decision to throw you off
One push of a button can end it all
And start something else
Hurting so much, your stomach in knots
There is no other pain like uncertainty
There is no other darkness than the one within
There is no other enemy than you yourself
Self destructing, blind in the darkness, nothing ever set in stone
Wouldn't it feel better if blood flowed from my lips
Wouldn't it be better if I lost my hands in some accident
Better than a broken heart
A broken skull would surely be better than this insanity
A careless word leaving a dirty mouth
A thoughtless action played out to destruction
And then the dam breaks
The words of an adult followed by the tears of a child
Mirror HeartsThe ground was a mirrorMirror Hearts in Free Verse More Like This
And we watched each other fall
Neither of us could hear
But we knew the other called
We were both on a cliff
So close to the edge
Our hearts ripped
Neither wanted the other dead
We reached out our hands
Both covered in the others blood
We just couldn't stand
We still had so much left to love
The ground rushed up fast
But it was like the speed of light
We could see into the past
And watched each other fight
A crack started in the ground
And hell screamed for us to come home
That was the only sound
Accept for our hearts painful groan
No, we would survive
We smashed the mirror with our fists
We wanted to be alive
We grabbed each others wrists
I pulled you to safety
You pulled me onto solid ground
You saved me
And your smile was so loud
Rock Is All She NeedsShe was excited for this nightRock Is All She Needs in Free Verse More Like This
Because this is when she came alive
Waiting for the lights to go down
And the band to start its dive
She wore her steel toed boots
To avoid being crushed in the crowd
And she wore her black band t-shirt
As the crowd got quiet and settled down
It was the quiet before the storm
As the drummer picked up his sticks
And the lead singer kissed the mic
Ready to open with something sick
She had been waiting patiently
To feel the drum through her chest cavity
As the basis strummed the cords
And the crowded room lost all gravity
Slamming bodies every where
Saying fuck personal space
As they get as close to the stage as possible
Trying to see the hot leads' face
And then she's rocking out
Her hair let down her shoulders
Banging in tune with the beat
In step like a rock n roll soldier
This is what she lives for
The night with a thoughtless head
Nothing inside but the music
And the blessed lyrics the band has bled
Here comes the rock and the metal
The things that k
Hopeless BonesStop looking at me with that hopeful expressionHopeless Bones in Free Verse More Like This
There is nothing left for you to hope for
All the dreams you had are now just a fruitless obsession
All your goals are rotten to the core
You may have had a good start
You might even have succeeded in the end
If I had not intervened and torn it all apart
Tossing your shredded dreams like ashes in the wind
Nobody loves you and nobody cares
I hope those facts echo in your mind
Feel the pain from everyone's stares
And know that I am nothing but kind
I want to rip you to pieces with my teeth
I want to watch you bleed out on the ground
Until the day you lay beneath me
And my laughter is the only sound
Now look up at the sky with hopeless eyes
And feel it crash down all around you
All I want is for you to die
Knowing that hope has abandoned no one but you
My Beloved MonsterI've sat here for many many years. I have not been physically alone, but my heart has been cold to many. I have only one who has been mine and never opened the door to another. She is beautifully ugly, wonderfully wretched, loved but hated herself ultimately since the beginning of our existence.My Beloved Monster in Short Stories More Like This
I am a monster on the outside. Horns top my head, razors fill my mouth and tip my fingers, blades nestle deep in my demonic tail, slit pupiled eyes watch as eternity passes by, dark aura encased wings sit on my back and the night life wraps around my body like a warm life giving blanket that I cling to every second I take a breath.
And yet, she is beautiful. Maybe not in appearance to everyone else, but to me she is the fairest of them all. Wavy honey brown hair, deep trust worthy eyes, even olive colored skin, no claws to be seen, perfectly straight, bleached white human teeth in a smile that sparks happiness.
But her insides reflect what I am on the outside.
What can we do but cling to one
The Lost WarriorsTime, dreaded timeThe Lost Warriors in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our only real enemy
We only wish for a sign
Something given gently
Our bones are too broken
Our spirits are far too black
Filled up with past sins
With stab wounds in our backs
Our armor was lost ages ago
Too heavy to hold
Pain is what we know
And we can feel immortality's toll
So we can wage war as much as we want
But what happens when we lose
And we are on the other end of the hunt
Walking all the way through our shoes
No weapons to fight them off
Fire burning up our skin
Unnatural smoke making us cough
Sweat soaked and blood drenched
And we know exactly what we need
In a world where we aimlessly wander
We need one to step up into the heat
And command us with the thunder
Not Mine This TimeWhat's that tasteNot Mine This Time in Free Verse More Like This
A metallic tang
Just another scent in my nose
Another mark of pain
But it isn't mine
No not this time
It seems to be someone else
Someone sick as hell
I can hear their voice
Their clawing fingers
But its not my choice
And the helplessness lingers
What were my words
If not dust
They couldn't cut the hurt
And they broke my trust
Shot down at every turn
Unable to help the other cope
Every time it burnt
As they dashed the hope
It's been like this for years
Almost a decade long
Wrapped up in our own fears
Listening to our own broken song
How does a broken sparrow
Mend its friends wing
How do you fix something broken
But there is an echo
So sweet in my head
Almost imperceptible, so low
But I can hear what is said
There will come a day
When your efforts won't be lost
A day where life is no longer gray
And you won't have to suffer the cost
That GirlIts not tight enoughThat Girl in Free Verse More Like This
This noose around my neck
So pull the rope tighter
Until there's no room left
The crypt isn't cold enough
For my dead body
So let the fires blaze
And warm up this funeral party
All my blood was drained
And my guts were pulled inside out
The doctor held the scalpel
But had no clue what he was talking about
They said it would be okay
Just to take my medicine
All would be fine and dandy
But losers never win
So I fell from the chair
Toward shards of the broken mirror
To an empty future
That was cut, drowned and speared
And people wonder what happened
To the girl in the window
The one who never moved
The girl that no one knew
Catching AngelsBlood soaked my feetCatching Angels in Scraps More Like This
Every cut noticeable as I stepped
But that didn't stop my leap
Or how much of this I wouldn't accept
Smoke filled my lungs
Spilling from my nose
Your words did more than just tug
They stopped time and I froze
My eyes leaked a liquid fire
Swimming with painful tears
Crushing all my desires
Under a wave of my childish fears
There was no such thing as heaven
There was no splint to heal our broken wings
We are here in hell until the end
But I will give you my everything
Two broken, blackened angels
Two souls lost and then found
So many angels fell
But we never let each other drown
The Half-dead"How could this happen?" Thor's hands were clenched into fists. He wanted to destroy the magnificent table in front of him with one bat. "How could anyone dare to act against your judgment, All-Father!"The Half-dead in Short Stories More Like This
"Calm down!" Said Odin. His voice filled the room. "Almost everyone here in Asgard harbored a grudge against Loki."
"This is not an excuse," cried Thor. His body trembled with rage. Odin's word was law. No one was allowed to act against it.
"But above all it was an act of cowardice." Thor bowed his head. The last one he spoke in a whisper, almost not hearable, but Odin knew and nodded approvingly.
"How is Sigyn?," asked the young god, after he had calmed down a bit.
"Bad", the All-father said. "The poor thing is still completely distraught. I just hope she does not think she is guilty. "
"How could she? She only did what was told her. She could not know that the meal was poisoned and she will hardly be in a position to carry out such an act. "
"Certainly not," sighed Odin. "But I do not
DevilishLoki was cooking the fish, when Sigyn awoke from their sleep. It was already daylight and God looked to her. She sat up in bed apathetic and motionless. Loki took the pan and put it on the table, in the middle of the room. The cabin was warm and a fire was crackling in the fireplace.Devilish in Short Stories More Like This
Loki walked to the bed and nudged the young woman gently against her arm. Her shoulders shuddered and her head persisted in a slanting position. The god took her hands and pulled her into the air as a request that she should follow him. First Sigyn refused, but the smell of freshly cooked food made her to move finally. She had to admit that she was indeed suffering from hunger. Waverers step she let him lead her to the table, but when Loki wanted to feed her, she whipped the fork out of his hand. Suddenly she gave him a deprecating stare. She didn`t need someone to feed her. Afterall she was not in chains. Loki sighed. He gave her the fork and just watched her eating without touching his own meal. The god
Dancing with the fireSigyn loved the fire.Dancing with the fire in Short Stories More Like This
She sat in front of the fireplace. While sitting there she felt so much more than just the heat of the flames. Her hands played with the sparks that leapt about, but they never burned her.
Fire had always a special meaning for the blind woman, because it was the only thing her eyes could see. Even if the whole world around her was hidden in the depths of darkness, for some reason it didn`t count for the golden flames. She loved to watch them dancing. Sometimes it felt like they were dancing just for her.
Since their birth Sigyn was blind and deaf, she had never seen her mother, never the sun nor the moon, but she saw herself every night in her dreams. Since the beginning of her time, she had only one dream, over and over again. Back then as a child, now as a woman she saw herself on fire. Although she had never seen herself in any reflection, Sigyn always knew that it was her who was ablaze in her dreams. But instead of pain, fear and suffering she felt nothing bu
FingertipsLoki was sitting in his cell moveless, silent. Trying not to think so much, but thinking was the only thing he could do now. His bandaged eyes covered himself in endless darkness.Fingertips in Short Stories More Like This
The god even didn`t know if it was night or day. No light reached his eyes. How long has he already been there? He didn`t know. He lost all his feeling for time. His eyes became useless to him.
His bounded hands even didn`t allow him to raise his arms more than few centimenters and if that wouldn`t be enought, Odin had also bounded his feet to the ground. Forced the god to sit there in an unatural posture. Oh, how much Loki wished just to move his legs in a different position. But it was senseless. His whole body was useless to him now.
He already had tried to rip out the chains from the wall the very first time he was imprisoned. He screamed, yelled all the time. Threats and insulting came out of his mouth followed by beggings for mercy. But after a time he gave up. There seemed to be no one who was there to
ResurrectionSigyn`s fingers twitched nervously. She saw how the flames in front of her became smaller and smaller. The fire needed food, otherwise it would be go out soon. The young woman waited. Usually he would come now and light the fire in the fireplace again. Every time Sigyn rejoiced when she saw the flames flame up again. The crackling flattered around her ears, it was the only sound she could hear.Resurrection in Short Stories More Like This
Sigyn felt anxiety rising in herself. Where was he? This morning he still had served her a bowl of corn and bread, but now he seemed to have disappeared.
So she thought at least. Loki was actually only a few meters away from her, panting and gasping on the floor. He had stood up and wanted to walk to her. But his gait had looked more like an drunkard and suddenly everything went black around him, his legs collapsed. This was the result of his lack of appetite and sleep now. The God wasn`t able to stand anylonger. Loki cursed. How could he be so weak? He did not know this feeling. On Asgard Loki
RefugeSigyn did not know where she was. Fear controlled her body and countless tears ran down her cheeks. It was cold, ruthless cold. She sobbed, froze and panic filled her body. Wherever she was, she was far, far away from everything she knows, far away from Asgard. Cold wind ruffled through her hair and made her shudder. What had happened? Was she punished? Sigyn remembered how Odin's guards have come into her room and made her following them. She remembered the stranger who has surrounded her suddenly, this strange woman who brought her into a room where she has persevered and suddenly, quite suddenly, from one moment to the next she was located here. Outdoors in an unfamiliar environment. She felt her legs sank up to her knees in the snow.Refuge in Short Stories More Like This
Had Odin punished her for the death of the prisoner? She did not do that! No, she did not! She had taken care of him. She had done everything to ensure he stayed alive. For weeks she had taken care of the man why should she had done something to him th
the ring on his fingerLoki was walking through the snowland. His luck seemed to run out. Just now a snow storm had come up, which made him watch into the distance impossible. The new snow and cold wind destroyed all the traces of the young woman, but still he did not give up and trudged in the direction in which he had followed her footprints til now.the ring on his finger in Short Stories More Like This
Loki gasped, it was not the cold, which bothered him but the strong headwind almost forced him to his knees. Even if he had to summon all his strength just to get ahead at all, how did she manage it go along? The God shuddered as he had to admit that the frail woman might already succumbed to the cold and has been covered by the snow. Was he even booted on her white grave without discovering her? No, no, it could not be! He tried to convince himself that if he had really lost her in the ice, his daughter Hel would have already been appeared as early as the soul of the young woman appeared in Niflhel. There was still hope to find the young girl alive.
MirrorsI gaze into its depths in hopes of a different truthMirrors in Free Verse More Like This
to fill the cracks that splinter across my eyes.
I can’t make heads or tails about what lies beneath;
all I see are fragmented facts scribbled on the glass.
Bits and pieces of me scatter across the floor;
the threads between them cut and gone,
leaving me bare naked with nowhere to hide.
I stare at the imprint of myself,
and all the sins within come to the forefront.
I fall, shaking to the ground,
trying to gain my bearings against the rising tide.
Such a pity I could not gain ground in such a bitter storm,
and I have to wonder who is really to blame.
Life on DisplayShe had grown up in a worldLife on Display in Free Verse More Like This
of coupon clippings, muffled ears
and tip toeing around broken glass.
Bruised feelings towards the world
that looked so narrow and thin;
Felt like a resolutely locked door.
Always grasping for the heavens
with a desire and ferocity
of piercing iron claws.
Dominating the skies with all the
bulk and majesty of a bird of prey.
Boxed in at one corner of a city;
dusty and forgotten.
Yet, always guaranteed to be visible
at night. Raging quietly through
the darkness like the last bit of embers
on the end of her stamped cigarette butt.
Artsy and upscale enclaves beckoned her.
Hidden oases of roasting coffee, hip music
and fresh-cut flowers. So unlike the barren
desert of chain convenience stores and dreary
apartment blocks she called home.
Beautiful young women
clink marble china together, bobbling
around each other like planets bobbling
around the sun; All struggling for recognition
and permanence. All the while, defiantly staring
into the face of the force that ga
A Bitter PillA fire that never fades,A Bitter Pill in Free Verse More Like This
fuels you when everything hurts.
When life piles up against you
brick by brick, you shove back.
Forcing your own way with hands
of steel and pewter. Your fingers
contort from all angles, stiff from years
of wear and tear.
Yet, as you embrace the dizzy that is your everyday,
the running never stops. Never slows.
How can you keep up when your
legs are always
DecadenceHe used to believe in her.Decadence in Free Verse More Like This
That girl. With her whispers
and a deep embrace.
The kind that made everything
make sense. A halt to the madness.
Sincerity, in its form.
He used to believe in the forever after.
But they sit two worlds apart
and her interests have changed.
She only cared for what could be given.
Only interested in how many ladders
she could climb.
Saying she would always be the same.
That she would sin no different.
But he had his doubts.
He had no idea what he was
Crisp benjamins trapped between
clenched fists. Desperate and coveted.
She loved him; maybe.
Loved his money; surely.
His words hit her where it hurt.
If you love it so much, why don't you marry it.
And there it was.
Vibrating. A crescendo.
Off the walls
she built and hid behind.
But be careful what you wish for.
You never know what one might do,
if given the opportunity to.
Oh, how easy it is to run from the truth
when you can't bury it.
She believed in magic.
Frantic were the words
Our Better AngelsSpur of the moment.Our Better Angels in Free Verse More Like This
Don't know what to call it.
The war is over
but the casualties persist.
Exposed. Raw and withered
underneath the shell.
Sometimes it's necessary to
keep up appearances.
Because everyone wants a
A slave to their emotions
Never open, never free.
on tight fists
and snapped strings.
Where people have come undone,
undressed, for less.
She wants him to catch her.
Catch her in midair.
Help her forget
what she has to return to.
What lurks at home,
between window cracks
and noisy floorboards.
Tip-toeing and hush hushes.
A flash of her slip, to see everything
underneath it all.
Limbs explore with vigor, taut
but the distance continues
Desire, thy name is freedom.
Free to be inhibited and nonobligatory.
to keep their hearts totally
The rare chance
The Devil's HarpI want to wrap my fingers aroundThe Devil's Harp in Free Verse More Like This
your slippery neck. Squeeze and
squeeze for every time you've shut
I want your eyes to go dry, to burn with need.
Roll into their holes, narrow with every
judgment. Every glance you'd spare.
I need your fingers to bend and break
at every angle. Under the hammer that knows.
Mangled and hanging in the way
you often left me. I want to bite
and take a piece.
I want to teach you.
Help you understand.
That I love you. I really do.
I'm just rough around the edges.
Frayed and reversed.
A troubled heart
you both molded and left to rust.
Sprawled about in the way your body
fits now. Bending and folding under that hammer.
It knows. Neatly pressing you into mismatched pieces.
You slip and slide around in a frenzied tango.
Your favorite porcelain tinted dark crimson hues.
You try to speak, but no words come.
Choking on apologies I only hear when
I make them up. I'd like to think that this hurts me
as much as it hurts you.
That this puts us closer together.
Coming up For AirTired hands coverComing up For Air in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a face matted with sweat and
tears from decades lost.
At The SeamsShe believed in miracles andAt The Seams in Free Verse More Like This
beautiful things; happy endings
and love at first sight. The unknown
terrified her and the lonely beckoned.
She wanted to see the world as a place
of peace, where everyone lived the life
they sought out and everything
went according to plan. Rose buds
bloomed where they should and casualties
never happened where they shouldn't.
She lived for the day and
danced among the stars at night.
But the glimmer and shine of all things
will come to rust, as all things do.
Her stars will one day fall from their perch
onto unsuspecting dreamers below.
Reality smothers all she holds precious
until she has to come up for air, never
realizing she was even holding
her breath in the first place.
The truth of it all will come to hurt;
it has to. Because everyone will fall apart.
CradleAnd like a flowerCradle in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
emerging from its seed, it’s
now your time to shine.
be still, my hearti.be still, my heart in Free Verse More Like This
stark colors to
float into sky
with glints of
in china blue
crawled out of sea
still- across breath
of shallow end.
carefully in the air
breathing empty water.
to open air
slid the bushes
under the trees
closed in pale flowers
left prints in soft soil
where more sunshine fell
from sky (strange as sea)
settleon these nightssettle in Free Verse More Like This
i seemed to bleed
atop of blue bird's
eyes of spring,
but heart cries
the fall of gentle
rough my bones
in winter's chill-
used to be
s t i l l
suffocatesea moved her arms in and out of the light like a bird caught in airsuffocate in Free Verse More Like This
and gave up with the ocean's pull that stayed and stayed
i found nothing to be more
than the sea and its lover
night it brings holding the
blue as the moon seemed
to fall into our eyes nestled
in the thick of stars only to cry
thrashing waves for land
to kiss it another more.
the sheets of salt fill my lungs
and ripped my heart open to the
such swelling waves.
we made love in galaxy,thousand kisses deepwe made love in galaxy, in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in moon-specked galaxy skin
& perfectly misplaced bones
makes endless love
in the cosmic swirls that make us
spin orbits of lust
to love with such thingsi've plucked the hours down by its scarlet petalsto love with such things in Free Verse More Like This
to figure out the ways to say i love you my dear
(held your heart in gentle hands
i will not break it)
with seeds perching into May lungs
among this flight of Frost flowers (blooming
where my heart once stayed so carefully sweet
flapping its wings to the still of butterfly's song
but(never do i
return its sing)
while i can say i love you (give me a map to the stars
i will show you)
by the ones twos threes by fours
the little dance of hows
crept upon me neath the moon's clear.
what these lovers keptsaidwhat these lovers kept in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
this love does die
with all sleep
so he saves what love
it is it lacks
loved, lost her
loved too close to
love what was
or had did
in the sweet of her
kept little daisies
in her short hair
so close, he held
at the daisies
with all the little of
sleep with love to die,
we found love in the mondegreensea foxwe found love in the mondegreen in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
conflate by starfish
shimmer in soft waves
the tender turn; toss among these things
squeezing between the mondegreen softly,
as with the lilt of ocean
seashell breaths crept
soft dawn of day
i slipped from your arms
once hiding myself in love's cocoon
spring always seemed to cry for us
kiss us goodnight neath the stars
the swallow of wings
to refine by nature (is to love by night)it is a fever, a gasoline wet dried and drowned in drunknessto refine by nature (is to love by night) in Free Verse More Like This
and then, she
a grenade in the process of being pulled
and caught in the perspective of saving but never
there is a tongue-tied mess reeling beneath the cacophony of lover’s sheets.
peeling down the nanoseconds to the first kiss
they drowned in the taste of the ocean cry of never matching collarbones
to the fat of her neck and the hearth of her belly
like she was licked with the moon
with the touch of wine-stained kisses,
a well-mastered disaster
loving and loving
“just tell me what you want.”
lungs shiver into the December nights
their hands folding into each other’s
like papered wings of birds.
she’s never been a musicality,
falling off to the trains of thoughts of her inner mind
but her cheeks are dabbled in sun-flecked freckles
and unfinished dreams
she’s listening with a heart wide open
and ears closed into the shiver of night.
learning these wordscoffee's sugarlearning these words in Free Verse More Like This
spat on my veins.
her song cried out
name after name
and on their cups
speak in inure-
whispers of extra cream
i've never spoken
the language of baristas
but for her
i could speak a thousand
carving in between
its bitter taste;
i will wait for her
to call out my name
'tall half and half'
angled heat escape
(just to kiss her