Trip-HopLove we make like a trip-hop songTrip-Hop in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Up tempo down tempo all night long
Melodic breathing with experimentation
Getting lost in the rhythm, changing positions.
Your face against mine,
My face against the bed,
Your silhouette's outline,
My hands on your head.
Your hands pull my hair,
Your hands sooth my skin
Holding me outside.
How did it start?
A memory long gone.
Up tempo / down tempo
A trip-hop song
Slow melodic movements
Fast penetrating beats
An audience in awe,
And a mission complete.
Hypochondriasis"When's the last time I really felt alive?"Hypochondriasis in Short Stories More Like This
She looked in the mirror at the dark circles under her eyes and the red marks on her skin caused by several losing bouts with acne.
"I look like death."
If death lived in a body it would be hers and she wasn't so sure that this was an over exaggeration as health did not seem to be her closest ally. Maybe health is a reflection of an internal state. A woman once wrote a book about how cancer is caused by holding in emotions – even if they are good emotions. Any kind of repression turns into a malignant mass destroying life one cell at a time.
"I probably have cancer."
She wanted to live, really. And that's the problem she wanted to live – REALLY! Besides occasional sparks of life here and there, the last time she felt consistently alive for more than a day was in Paris.
Art was everywhere! Music was everywhere! The two voices of her soul united in one grand city of lights. Everyday was a new adventure – new museums to explore,
Things that Eyes Can't SeeOne day a boy took a stone and threw it in a lake.Things that Eyes Can't See in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The water around began to ripple and little waves began to break.
He was amazed to see at what a tiny rock could do.
And he pondered on this complex thought the whole night through.
Is it possible for little things to leave impressions twice their size?
This filled the boy with such happiness that you could see it in his eyes.
The next day at the lake sat an old man so lost in sorrow.
He didn't want to live today, and he dreaded the come of tomorrow.
His thoughts of death were interrupted by the sound of the boy.
Throwing more rocks in the lake, each time with a greater joy.
Without a word the man just watched and thought nothing at all.
But he wondered why the boy was so happy with what he saw.
"Hey boy why are you throwing rocks?" asked the man who was quite confused.
The boy was simply tossing stones why was he so amused?
"It's wonderful how each little rock causes the water to be changed.
The water is like our lives and our world,
At Your LeisureYou loved me at your leisure,At Your Leisure in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And I loved you like a loyal dog longing for your touch,
A touch that was always too much but never enough.
Because leisure is too leisurely in comparison to wholly and completely.
And yes, I loved you wholly and sweetly.
I tried to take your world in the moment of need,
I couldn't, not leisurely, not completely,
for you showed me just enough
but never enough to meet me half way.
At your leisure you asked me to leave,
you wouldn't just keep me on the shelf nor under the bed
But I was good enough to sleep inside your bed
In a moment of leisurely need.
And Id sleep there time and time again
Wrapped up in sheets that never smelled like me
And pretending became my favorite leisure activity.
I contemplate leisurely to re-trace my steps
amidst the chaos you left me bare
I am not about to tell you
that I am not trying to be what Im not.
Your choices were simple; off the edge of the world.
Mystify me: talk to me in circles
this leisurely state of undre
AutomaticThere's no manual, and it's all manual.Automatic in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
While you're stuck in automatic,
Clicking through channels like a bad habit.
An addict to routine and your addictions kill you.
Longing for something to fill you,
Because daily life just doesn't cut it, does it?
So you do what people tell you
And buy what people sell you
Without really knowing what moves you.
What does move you?
When did life lose you?
Begging destiny to choose you and use you,
As an instrument to implement some sort of revolution.
Something grand and unplanned
Something that older generations will never understand
And future generations will only read about,
Without understanding the significance.
In the midst of all this, it's what your longing to find.
But your mind is clouded by should-be's/would-be's/ and could-be's.
You travel overseas in search of something.
You return with the facts you learn in texbooks.
Population. Customs of a nation. Elevation.
But you want revelation! E
On a BreezeThe sky's so large that it swallowed me wholeOn a Breeze in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I surrendered myself to the earth's control
For once in my life my mind was at ease
Because I was nature and my thoughts were the breeze.
My thoughts were caught in the branches of trees,
And I thanked them for holding a burdensome weight.
Though they said, "Thanks aren't needed for matters of fate."
My thoughts became leaves and leaves became flowers
And I watched as they bloomed for hours upon hours
Amazed by the beauty my own thoughts empowered
A moment to admire what any man could create
Knowing that transience is always its fate
With the rustle of branches and the dancing of leaves
Petals floated away from the anchoring trees
And as they twirled round me
I knew life had found me
And nothing could ground me
On a breeze.
I Buried My Dictator ...I am an exploding possibility of infinite space and time.I Buried My Dictator ... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
An Nth degree permeation of rhythm and rhyme
A subtle lack of reason, a potential slave of mind
A holographic human point on a unidirectional line.
The mental narrator directs my every move,
A melodramatic dictator with nothing to ever prove,
Without further direction, my feet - they fail to move.
A dead weight human point, stuck in a six foot groove.
A sudden lapse of reason, a present slave of mind.
Rise above the madness to evade pervasive time.
And the melodramatic dictator becomes a melodramatic crime,
A suicide in the bunker with the silence of a mime.
Fast Food WarsSitting in the parking lot of the fast food restaurantFast Food Wars in Free Verse More Like This
Conducting an experiment to see how fast he can eat his cheeseburger.
One minute! And it's devoured!
No time to step foot inside the building,
Fast food is just not fast enough these days.
He thinks at least it's better than eating while driving,
Or walking around outside with a burger in his hand.
The love of his life waits inside the building,
But nothing waits these days.
Eating alone in his pick-up truck
Wondering why he has no "pick-up" luck.
It's not a personal problem these days.
It's a time management problem.
Two days later civilization declared war on time
And all of the seconds, minutes, hours, and days
Were armed with arrows sharp enough to slice right through a human.
The humans used guns and nuclear weapons.
The man with the pick-up truck found himself on the front line.
He realized that time was invincible.
And as he lay on the ground, full of arrows,
He wished he had spent his more wisely.
End of the WorldSomeone devised a plan for saving the world.End of the World in Open More Like This
Before he could implement his plan,
He had to do a cost benefit analysis,
And run it by the ethics committee.
Half of the committee voted in favor.
The other half thought it would cause more harm than good.
The stalemate endured,
And the world ended.
And that is how it will unfold.
My Own VoiceTrying to hear my own voice amongst the noise,My Own Voice in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A fading melody swallowed by bass.
Trying to hold my own with a confident poise,
Yet still lacking the elegance and grace.
Waiting for the wisdom that comes only with age,
A wisdom that will bring internal peace.
Learning to transform my anger and rage,
Into a form of productive release.
Holding on tight because these things take time,
Feeling powerless as I wait.
Trying to see life as an unfolding rhyme,
As a poem in an unfinished state.
Hoping metaphors will pull me through,
While I'm appeasing my internal crusades.
And if words and rhymes just won't seem to do,
I'll turn to strength and support as my aids.
There will come a day when the struggle subsides
And living means more than just being alive,
A day when my battles will all harmonize
And from the depths of my soul,
I'll hear my voice cry
With much confidence and control,
"I long to survive!"
act i into(beauty)act i into in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
obscured into a blur
i become fluid with the silent
motion of the lines
my eyes are a continuing moment
along the spectrum of heard
seen tasted felt
this is the wonder of is
i miss the genesis
the before the flood
the fluid motion
of calling home the birds
with a scattering of seeds
the tips of your hair
dapple bright ecstasies
on your reflection
they drip the terror
from your throat
a tracing of your skin
under my skin print
injects memory into my fingers
and solidifies in silence
it was raining when-
it was raining when-
it was raining when you held your parasol high
and laughed at the sun
it was bright light then-
it was bright light then-
it was bright light then when your umbrella on
pulled laughter from the bus
(a he i
my condolences for your
wake up, wake up
it isn't morning
but for the tumble
for the tumble
i give you warmth
youmesmeriseme[youmesmeriseme in Typographical More Like This
you mesmerise me
you rise me; me's me
me me me, rises you
mire see you, me e
see you-me, sire
is you (me-you)
you see me
i see you
is your me
you see me is i
recognition. andwhere is that ineffable? that calm calm calm me down.recognition. and in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that glimmer of shared recognition. and that macabre humour
I was away. I was away five years eleven minutes seven seconds; weeks I can't remember, days that are too painful.
dialling, cancelling, dialling, cancelling.
when was a memory a moment?
i call you out, and wrap myself around you as your armour
offer my own as your new skin
weakness is a flavour
on bitten tongues
but just so i know.
and all the alleyways, and all the skyscraper trees and glass panel leaves
blinking on and off the shimmer of caught fish in the moonlight
or something about blankets on grass
streetlight flowers in bloom
something organic, and a laugh.
we'll still be chasing that morning, cars cuddled close,
and the beating.
a moment becoming my forgetful memory.
an eclipse of thoughtif the moon were fullan eclipse of thought in Free Verse More Like This
and you were running
with me, up and down
would you be
in the future. nowi cannot tellin the future. now in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
whether or not
it's the weather
or my toes are
cold for other
on top of me
like all the
oceans and all
and dead things
and oil spills
and a need
it is only a romantic notion
a dream for a higher purpose
special things that seperate
there was something worth it
up there, you told me
no one would ever think to look for me
(i too, deserve the sun, sometimes, sometimes)
you asked never
you asked never to
never to sing
you asked never
never to sing
you asked never
never to sing
never to sing
never to sing that song to you
watercolour my eyes a song
over the mountains
hold my ears close
and berate brush strokes - to my
solidify words in my mouth
so hard and crystal sharp
they bleed into my stomach
and grow trees up my pipes
blooming you morning
on all my photographs
a decade ago i
is this how it is to fly?the sleepy storm of your aeroplane fingersis this how it is to fly? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
hurricaning gentle rushes along the tips of my ear flesh--
no, i did not say stop
as a child in your arms, I wish for more wishes
too few are the moments we glide beneath our eye sheets
tucking our tears into slippery sleep
when does wait turn into savour?
jester flowers dance jangly yellow beneath my feet and i feel
the gentle grumble of the wind's distaste through my ear pipes
along my jaw; my straining neck
a furore of bent elbows and outstretched arms tasting cloud whispers
on my cheeks, on my lips, and my hair no longer obeys the law
is this how it is to fly? arms wicked propellers and spinning
turning running sideways centripetal;
my centre? is where, is where?
i am your el(e)-o-c(tro)ution
you are my hard starboard.
everyone was once a smaller face to cry
it is not morning, nothe sun is a façadeit is not morning, no in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
it wakes up late
scrunches up its eye balls
and falls back asleep
the half closed blind
and decide it is still night
dioxygen.i dreamt of fevers dropping asdioxygen. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
waterfalls cascading down my back
they collected themselves in the
hollow of my spine and conspired
plotting against my chest
and the haphazard instrument
stuck behind my ribs
that i used to call your heart
they slicked across my belly
and left traces of heat
across the centre of me
kneading my stomach into nooses
to hang my indecisions with
they crawled up between my valley
and speared into my breast plate
i did my best impersonation
of a brave soldier
and saluted myself like a fool
was my blood
beneath my skin
as my fever
made its way
i felt an army pounding
begging entrance into
my four chambered vault
that i clamped shut
with taut lips
and blinded eyes
my body struggling
to stay level
struggling to follow
through with its choice
my mind ticking
with the absurd
believing it could
swallow the world
supply of oxygen
in one giant gulp
says no no and goes
to hold the
together aloneyou are my consequencetogether alone in Typographical More Like This
shifting breaks upon a page
water flecked and marked as if
an army of purposeful ants
were trum pet ting across
are only little words with too many ellipsis
and never ever a full stop)
i mutter on as i was
everyone else is asleep exceptOpen the back door, slide it across the metal seperator quietly, slowly peel back the doorwayeveryone else is asleep except in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
let yourself out.
and it is quiet and it is stonework surrounding cool
careful to stick to the stepping stones
large enough for two pairs of shoes
(but i am alone)
i can feel silver on my skin
it started pulsing towards me many minutes before i had even woken
you are cool breezes susurrating on my cheeks
forgotten chatter floating from the next house
the next doorway
the next city
on a different continent where your mother is buried
i come back here sometimes
when everyone else is asleep except for the cockroaches
and the streetlights
- it is just their time to shine
and we all miss it
miss so much of it
i am bare foot and bare shouldered
i am awake
but i am entranced by the moss creeping from the ground,
bleeding upwards to the kiln, the kettle steamer, the stone
oven where you begin your parties in
i am so afraid of the destruction of it
when there will be no b
wish for a lighteri wander this desert of icewish for a lighter in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a cheap plastic lighter'd suffice
to warm my cold toes
and thaw out my nose.
i'm dying, but wishing is nice.
it takes my mind off of the pain
off the bite of the thick, freezing rain
off the ache in my chest
off of needing some rest
off of worries i'm going insane.
i stumble through thick drifts of snow
with no direction in which i should go
but the frost's getting thicker
and the snow's falling quicker
than i trudge. i'm dying. i know.
i cuddle up close to the wind
and wait for my torture to end
but that lighter'd be nice
to melt off some ice.
how i wish for a chain-smoking friend!
but a chain-smoking friend can't be found
so i lay my cold head on the ground
to be covered with frost
to be covered and lost.
you've no clue just how nice that can sound
if you find me long after I'm dead
which is unlikely, but still, go ahead
and leave me right there
but to show that you care
leave a cheap lighter there next to my head.
Sit by the MoonNothing particular about youSit by the Moon in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Nothing special to catch my eye
But I saw you slip out of the room,
Go outside, and sit by the moon
And pretend that no one saw you
And pretend that no one saw you
But I saw you, I saw you
And I'll never forget you
I'll never forget how you sat by the moon
Nothing spectacular about you
Nothing amazing to reach my mind
But I recall your stare
And the moonlight in your hair
And the song you sang to the moon
And the song you sang to the moon
But I heard you, I heard you
And I'll never forget you
I'll never forget how you sang to the moon
And pretend that no one saw you
And pretend that no one heard you
But I saw you, I heard you
I'll never forget you
And I can't help but wonder
Did you see me too?
second choiceStrawberry ice cream,second choice in Free Verse More Like This
I love to sample your flavor
and feel you melt on my tongue,
but please understand,
Im committed to buying chocolate.
Under different circumstances
I might have bought you,
But, you see, Im decided.
When Im through eating
my chocolate ice cream,
if I still have room for more,
if Im still in the mood for sweets,
perhaps then I will return for you,
Strawberry ice cream.
dirty fingernailsmaybe it was that she had grown up on a farmdirty fingernails in Free Verse More Like This
where the orange trees squatted in rows
and oak hammocks offered sanctuary
to build villages out of palm branches.
maybe it was feeling the good of the earth
on her bare feet and in her curious hands
knowing the smell and feel of a snake
and of frogs, and bugs, and caterpillars.
maybe it was seeing her father's hands:
rough and dirty palms, strong wrists,
thick, cracked fingers, and a wedding ring
that could never come off his finger again.
maybe those are the reasons
she doesn't feel ashamed of dirty fingernails.
lemming raceI am the fastest lemming.lemming race in Free Verse More Like This
I am the sleekest.
I am the strongest.
I can run the swiftest.
I can jump the farthest.
I am first
potatoes and tissuesi finished crocheting that scarf todaypotatoes and tissues in Free Verse More Like This
i made dinner, shepherd's pie,
i baked some tasty orange cookies
to eat after i played my ukelele.
i told a snuffle-nosed complainer
that when i was a little girl,
mom didn't buy those shmancy tissue things
we had to use toilet paper, the rough kind.
as i shook the last of the flakes
into the microwavable bowl,
i remembered washing potatoes,
all for mashed potatoes.
and it was worth it.
my farmer's daughter's hand
fits much more comfortably
around a potato
than around a box of quick 'n' easy.
but this farmer's daughter's nose
doesn't mind a tissue for the snuffles
every once in a while.
she knowsshe knows in Free Verse More Like This
the earth is a fifty five year old woman
matronly, serene, and weary,
past her prime and productivity
the soil of her skin shows spots
worn thin with the treading feet of her children
the hairline of her forests grows thinner
and recedes with every breath of wind
and every breath of wind grows colder
no longer carrying life with it
her womb no longer swells
with the promise of new things
she only settles on her side
waiting for what she knows will come
with the grey and white of her death
after an eternity passes
she will be redeemed
through what she lost
under the rugyou would hate me if you knew meunder the rug in Free Verse More Like This
and you don't know me, really.
i only know me well enough
to know that you'd hate me
if you really knew me.
i've peeked under the rug of myself
just the corner, a little bit.
i saw the slobbering monster
whose eyes were put in backwards
and sticky hands with too many fingers
shove anything they can grab into the gaping mouth
that drools poison and blood all over its soiled skin.
it saw me, and i saw it.
we despised each other immediately.
i want to kill it so badly
because i am ashamed of it.
even the memory of its stench makes me vomit.
but it's still there, underneath the rug.
you can't see it. i won't let you.
i hope to tame it, someday.
i want to teach it to behave.
can a monster be taught to be beautiful?
i hope so.
i want to show you who i am, under the rug,
but i can't stand for you to hate me.
i know you'd hate me
if you really knew me.
i'm glad that you don't know me
How Love Comes and GoesLove comes softly like bunnies on pillowsHow Love Comes and Goes in Free Verse More Like This
Like oversized sweaters filled with sheep and cottonballs
Like petals falling on llamas wearing velvet bed slippers
Like horses gently nosing cattails and peaches.
Love leaves hard like falling on concrete
Like bowling balls shattering glass-covered walls
Like teeth chewing ice and knives sawing bones
Like metal bars and wooden planks collapsing
On a silent piano.
crem de la crapfunnycrem de la crap in Free Verse More Like This
how writing can sound intellectual
like the crisp scratching
of a pencil on starched paper
or the prim click-tap
of trim fingernails
on a plastic keyboard
when the muddled, watery excrement
seeping out on the white screen and page
is the spawn of the scrambled, soppy mess
barely held together
by an overly thick skull.
Broken MelodyIt feltBroken Melody in Free Verse More Like This
Like a favourite song I've heard so many times before
Reminding me why I listen every day.
But this time
I heard the truth
Like a broken record the Devil's enchanted to play
Play on! Sweet Devil you know me too well;
I cannot stop this song
I will not stop this song.
Words tumble and tumble
And fingers fumble and fumble
But in my clarity I see your actions better than you ever have.
Subconscious love never deals an even hand
(The conscious lover always bets more)
And beneath the table
The Devil plays a flute with three strong notes.
Do not stop!
I cannot lose this song.
Poison of ChoiceIt's permanentPoison of Choice in Free Verse More Like This
This sober intoxication
Of drinking you in
To run through my body
And make my veins explode.
A tart, disapproving face
But you never push away
The bottle to your lips.
Something that feels foreign and strange
Shed your apprehension
Try peeling off the label as I do
And know it's what's contained that tastes
Not what we claim to be...
Between rapture and sin
Common and insane
Rational and incomprehensible
We've fallen there
And the walls are too gritty and steep
To crawl out again.
But we'll muse with each other's boundaries
Until we lose our minds or our lives become inflamed
With an irritated rash of emotions.
A toast to thee
Who does not understand
The workings of your own thoughts and actions
That will undoubtedly blow your mind
The moment you learn to steady your gaze
And swallow what you've started...
Wipe the soured look from your face,
Look me in the eyes
You like drinking me too
Your poison of choice.
Dance AloneTell me you are stoneDance Alone in Free Verse More Like This
After even the moon pauses
And stops to stammer at this
After inescapable breaths break loose
And tell the world
And always has been.
Tell me it's out of the question
After our plates collide and form mountains
Even nature cannot match
And the narrow eyed
Can only stare at in amazement.
Tell me nothing more can form
After we push the boundaries
A little farther once again.
Create with me
We always sing in harmony
And tell me
Some things are never meant to be heard.
Intertwine our fingers
Close your body into mine
Kiss my shaking lips
And tell me
With you I dance alone.
RhythmicI want to know youRhythmic in Free Verse More Like This
Show me the layer
Beneath your skin
The muscle meets the
Bone and you
Hold the hidden truths
You tell only to yourself
When you are sure
That night has sealed
You from all else.
Let me into
The strength beyond the shell of
Where whispered promises fortify
That one day,
Their foundation can carry you
I can hear the gentle rush
Carrying your life
And it carries me too.
Countless pathways of choice
That lead to one single truth
Within your chest
A rhythmic centre that
Calls to my veins
And draws me closer to you.
Your skin against mine
The immediate integration of cells
That could not be stopped
By ten thousand strong.
Chest to chest
The sudden rush
Quickness of pulse
That this is all there ever was
And all that could be
As we become rhythmic
Welcome to the circusI wish you didn't love me like this.Welcome to the circus in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I didn't feel this rush of disaster
You've promised to complete.
Hold my hand and perch on my lap
(A main attraction, certainly!)
Soon we'll be kissing with open mouths
And nowhere to go.
Each time, I tell myself
To forget this reality (You think the circus is just for fun)
But the hangover's always the same.
No matter how tightly I close my eyes,
I'm still balanced on this wire,
With no net below.
If I say no,
It's hurts more than saying yes
(Ironic! Says the ringmaster)
And I do the tricks alone,
While you move on
To better equipped Acrobats.
Alright, time for the finale, whether I'm ready
(the flaps are all closed and the tent's pegged down)
Deep breath in, your hand out,
One more kiss
For the bearded lady.
Lay Me Down I am ready.Lay Me Down in Free Verse More Like This
Lay me down in the
Earth's cool soil
That is warmer than the
What I know about loveThis is what I know about love - -What I know about love in Free Verse More Like This
At 2am we are both still
And the night is drying up.
My only reference - -
Sex with no amour
So how can I miss the sweet unoaked taste
Of wine pressed by familiar hands?
Looking sideways in the mirror
Neither reflection is familiar
And I realize
I can't even remember
Some of their names.
Just fleshy statues
Posed in a moment.
I've shaved off the
to please your wandering
A waste of a rusty razor
And like a fool I pluck my eyebrows
Because you could call.
But your eyes are Brazilian bound
And have been
From the start
For what I swear with open veins,
Will be the last time
(A potent dose of foot in mouth, I know)
The stranger rides off into the sunset
His fingerprints - -
Purple bruises on my heart.
HideousHow can I describe it?Hideous in Free Verse More Like This
It's a deep seeded pain
Itself in your fat cells
And never stops screaming.
It thrives on hunger
Feeds on air
And bleeds you from the
It swells and expands
From your feet to your throat,
Floods your brain
And the screeching never stops.
God, it never stops.
Sometimes it sleeps
And you find peace
From the pain
Accept that it is gone,
But it never goes away.
It waits for a trigger.
A look, a comment,
A shopping trip
To flare up again
And grab you completely
Coat itself over your
Lungs and heart
To control every breath
How can I describe it?
It is me, dizzy at
The top of the stairs.
It is me, filling my belly
And living off the taste
Of baking soda gum.
It is me, crying after we make love.
How can I describe it?
It's trading logic for looks.
It's losing ten pounds
And never being satisfied.
It's knowing that no matter what you do,
You'll never have that paper thin waist,
Those jutting ribs, or
On the RocksMartinis are not meantOn the Rocks in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To be on the rocks
But the ice cubes rattled and rattled
As onward he prattled
Spearing one olive
But I already knew
The glasses are cracked and we're drinking the shards.
The vermouth dries my tongue
And the lemon is bitter
But onward he spurred
As I stirred and stirred
This way then that
While he prefers shaking
For what he is making
I crunch on my ice because you can't stand the sound.
There's a real bite to this drink
I can feel it in my ears
And as he adds more dry gin
I don't know where to begin
So I continue to stir
But my drink's almost gone
And he's made it all wrong.
You can't change the recipe just because you want something new.
And now a little olive juice
Because the gin's far too dry
But olives aside
There's little to hide
Because your glass is clear
And it's only the ice
That's obscuring this vice
The strainer I bought you is still in its box.
Down the hatch
You're in a hurry now
It's time for you to leave
And I can't believe
Devastating BonesYour bones are devastating.Devastating Bones in Free Verse More Like This
They remind me we are creatures
Who want more than
The taste of simple fruit.
I try to explain
The organic blossoms
But it's hard to explain anything
To a pile of bones
(you merely rattle a response)
My flesh is horrible
Because it suffocates my bones
But I try to explain
It holds me to you
And keeps me from falling apart.
Be Free! You say,
As you clink and clatter out a dance
But I can taste your fading life on my skin
And I am sad that nothing will stick
To your devastating bones.
I've found a solution
I'll dismantle you piece by piece
(You cannot dance without a femur)
But somehow I know –
When I walk away I'll still hear
The jangle of your devastating bones.
Miracle Lover.Miracle Lover. in Free Verse More Like This
Lover, oh hater
Maker or breaker
You are the faker
In us all
You make me (want to)
Starve my insides
Wreck my outsides
With willful un-sides
Wanting (I want to)
Love you, deep night
Crimson skin, fire
I can't help (help me)
Wanting you on me
Down, (so down for you)
Dance, dance, dance
Night fire, hue
A world so blue
Making love (to you)
In animal skin
Tempted (don't tempt me)
Love you again.
Missiles in TransitMissiles in Transit in Free Verse More Like This
I'm corroding at the edges
The corners of my skin
Digging at my brittle bones
Grey pearl, fray and thin
And you are,
the only thing keeping me
Standing on tip-toe
Clutching this hem as I go
Caught in transit
Fading in skin
Eating up sin
From milkshakes and fries
I despise the way you think.
Caught in transit
Missiles in the night
Shooting up stars
Lapping up flight
Let's dine in the universe
And devour the sun.
Let's lie here, for we are the only ones
Holding me together.
Apple Eye.Apple Eye. in Free Verse More Like This
This block of land
One thousand squared
I bought and planted there
Was an apple tree
It's fruit, so sweet
And green of leaf
It provided me for years and years
Until the worms ate there way
Into my heart.
So I cut that tree
From root and whim
It wept and its leaves
And it's fruit, bitter.
I cut its branches,
Fair and strong
Set them alight
To keep me warm
It provided me for years and years
Until the ants ate there way
Into my heart.
I sewed new seeds
Beneath where the old tree had been
And up sprung
A tree of orange.
And it will provide me for years and years to come.
Stop.I want to trap time in a honey jarStop. in Free Verse More Like This
Stick it on my shelf
With air holes for breath
So I never have to remember
The sadness in my soul
If I ever could step back
I'd take a page in bold
Rip it out
And mend the new
To forget the old
I'll always recall
The memories in ink
The colours in our faces
The pain in our cheeks
Smiles grow harder to hold
It's a pain that withers away
A heart that stretches out
And a memory that never fades
If only time would hold.
Nightmare Puppet.ShitNightmare Puppet. in Free Verse More Like This
Put a match to my eyes
And watch it burn, leaking out
Salty words, these worms
Slither inside, wrap around cable
To torture the mind
Torbor, drop me down to rest
Insomnolence, destroy my stilling breath
At best, it's all a dream
And worse, it's still fucks with me.
Give me lines
Now and then
Of false and real
Of truth and sin
Older.Older. in Free Verse More Like This
Two zero, a bouquet of tulips at the bedside
Im a firing mouth and a rapid insight
You love me, to hate me
Warning: Allergic to Promise
Shes stale and the roses are fading
Clearly, something must be done
Shes sung, a life of the second hand heart
But not enough
Let the theatre be empty, dashed in red
Whilst broken promises clutter the stage
Oh, let her fade
MemoirsScraps writtenMemoirs in Free Verse More Like This
In felt tip knives
through ripples and lies
With words in blood
I never doubted
We always would
Webs are spun
With satin tears
By silent fears
Souls are filled
With woe and dread
Songs are ended
When the mind is dead
Notes forever lost,
Memoirs in knife ink.
Now, sink into the sand.
Dead skin crawl.NostalgicDead skin crawl. in Free Verse More Like This
We never really wanted
Than this adore
Fervent and sickly sweet
I'll suck it out, up
I'll get sucked in
Thrown out, like a dog
And when it tells
When it whispers
Serving tea and lies
One lump or two
It's just you
In my fucking mind.
Blindfold.Blindfold. in Free Verse More Like This
With fellow men
And shallow heart
This whimb depart
And together I am
The heart that beats
Now fray my eyes
So I may walk blind
Who will never see
As clear as thee.
Careless, Careful.Careless, Careful. in Other More Like This
Turn off the lights, please?
I don't want you to see
What coils beneath flesh
And trembles beneath lids
Let the light in
Shut out, the world
I'll never be ready
To face you
Now, I'm ready
To space you
Distance and time
Makes wounds heal
But this knife is close
And there's no time, left
Keep the lights dim
They don't show
What your light lets in
Well, I don't regret
And I'd do it again
You promised, don't promise
I promised you
I never promised myself
To hear you and keep my promise true
I turned the lights off
Just to see you, to see me
I'm shutting you out,
Remember to lock the door
And turn out the lights.
VoyageLet's journey to old and distant points of light.Voyage in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the one's of most wise elements.
to the edge of creation.
Let's dive the depths
of superb pressure.
to the dark parts of oblivion.
Let's wander the colossal expanse
of sensory nirvana.
to limitless conception.
Let's trek through the cracks and crevices
of life's contemplation.
to caverns of ethereal salvation.
Let's pass through the ring
of time's fiery womb.
to our next incarnation.
Without a destination.
The Color Of LifeWheres this shallow ghostThe Color Of Life in Other More Like This
Whos supposed to come and save us?
When will life be simple,
And everything clear?
Why are we hearing mosquito bites
And feeling the strange sound of buzzing wings?
Our eyes are dry
Why should everything make us sad?
And remind us of tears?
Its mad, the weeping
And wailings of our canvas
But thats the heartbeat of our lullaby.
Shake your hot stuff baby.
A hunger for red nylons.
She wants it we want it.
Hot loves singing in our ear.
Shes a genius
And wants our crotch,
Drugs and booze.
Who are we to complain?
These are such perfect days.
Cool water melodies
With razor sharp tongues
From head to heel
This is really,
The color of life.
Haiku - 2Our existence isHaiku - 2 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
so frail but we're tricked into
believing we're safe.
The leaves and the grass
have a tricky memory
and the air is sick.
Massive floods and Polar Shifts
To make it all right.
Call it what you want
The Great destroyer.
It's coming for us
and now there's nowhere to hide
I just want your smile.
For Amy Part 2.You are my painted starry night.For Amy Part 2. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You are the spin of galactic swirl.
The diamond swept vista
that makes my heart unfurl.
For Amy Part 1.You're the color of my life.For Amy Part 1. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You're the painted tapestries and walls
of my hearts cathedral.
You're the Picasso of my enchantment.
My sanctuary from the fright of life.
You're my pop queen delight.
You're the reason I live.
The reason I fight.
HandGrenadeLook at this mess I've made...HandGrenade in Other More Like This
I'm a deadly weapon,
a clumsy, slow motion Hand Grenade.
I see that you're afraid,
believe me baby I understand.
You're holding the barrel of a loaded gun,
in the palm of your little hand,
and that's never much fun,
when it shoots a bullet that's slow and sad...
NibiruIt seems evolution is catching up with usNibiru in Other More Like This
and there really isn't a future anyway
This was the best it was going to get
No legacy, no left behinds
So live for today
Because tomorrow isn't a promise
It seems my whole concept of time
it's warped and off balance
There aren't any leather sofas
This was the best it ever got
and I am happy
It seems this is the happiest
I've ever been.
ruinWhere's the promised lightruin in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
at the end of this tunnel?
We're tired of this fight
this restless struggle.
We've crushed another dream
and caused a little trouble.
Our world catastrophe.
and we're dancing in the rubble.
Self ruin isn't right
but it sets us free.
Our clothes fit too tight.
We're not what we're meant to be.
Green Monsterstanding in the rainGreen Monster in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my mouth wide open in rage
and the flesh on my tired bones
time's a crippled ghost
my god isn't real
he is just a green monster
i smoke every night
Amy H.A flip of the switchAmy H. in Other More Like This
The Big fluorescence stops
As you prefer it
Here in my cold smoky room
Here's a song for you
The 80's you hate
and im so into you
A song i sing horribly
You know it's really for you
You roll your Hazel eyes
You smile a smile
of trust, love and lust
The same one I always throw your way
when you speak of secret lovers
who don't exist
A giggle and a flash
And we make the trade
For my heart again.
Sacrifices no one can understand,
are Whispered from soft, damp pillows
Promises of Love
and limitless devotion
Just so you know
This room is always so empty
without your smoke
the beat of your lashes,
and the pulse of your heart
here to keep me company
Chronoscape, Chapter OneChronoscape, Chapter One in Science Fiction More Like This
Can a line of events be traced to its origins, only to connect with its end?
Sept 17, 14:15
Apex clouds converged around the azure mountain of ice. The polar ocean rumbled, somewhere beneath, grappling into the iceberg, gnawing away at its foundations.
Grim, fluttering celestial arc released a blinding sphere of light has from the cloudy grasp. Scorching beams of sunlight smashed into the iceberg with relentless fury and the iceberg screeched in fear of their attack as glittering veins of cobalt and silver pulsated upon its surface. The temperature was rising, as the iceberg drifted south, pushed forward by the slashing wind. The iceberg fought against the warm currents till its last breath, but all was hopeless. An unyielding crack started to crawl across its surface, explosions of cold mist whooshing as the iceberg crumbled, expiring away; connecting with the clouds and the ocean.
Oct 4th, 9:12
A tiny, conical drop of water spiraled through the gray and blue mush of fog tha
DownfallDownfall in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
Burning BrightBurning Bright in Settings More Like This
I feel like there is no need for conversation. Some questions are better left, without a reason. And I would rather reveal myself than my, situation. Now and then I consider... my hesitation.
I'm not asleep, but neither am I awake. My mind has been placed in a lucid state, in the heart of raw emotion that can only exist in my bedroom. But I'm not there. I'm in a darker place, and the faint sound of a bedside alarm pushes through into my conscious thought.
The more the light shines through me, I pretend to close my eyes. The more the dark consumes me, I pretend I'm burning, burning bright.
But now my eyes are awake and I'm quaking in a burnt circle of rubble. A faint light breaches the debris at my feet, but amidst the circle. Outside though, the terrors awaken and the night air grows chill. My heart lurches. They cannot know why I am here or what I have done... so I will beguil
The Human ConditionThe Human ConditionThe Human Condition in Philosophical More Like This
What are we, if we are not learning or adjusting? Simply, we are content. Complacent so that our views have morphed around an individual movement, subjugating experience and pre-conceived knowledge into a vacuum sealed packed with motions of faith and determination.
It is in our minds that we conceive longing. If, for some reason, a gentleman or lady were to ask you, "Where do you see yourself in the future?" Then a fraction of hesitance would perhaps inflict your situation. Maybe you'd be here, or there? Or perhaps you would possess this or that. But our visions of the future are based off the past, and if the past is where they are based, perhaps this is where they belong.
We cognate new viewpoints and new ideologies about life and reckoning. But what is it that makes us spawn fruition? How do we ever know that we've accomplished what we've set out to. Is
In PiecesIn Pieces in Profiles More Like This
Telling me to go, but hands beg me to stay. Your lips say that you love, your eyes say that you hate. There's truth in your lies, doubt in your faith, what you build you lay to waste.
For I am forever broken, and your face, it radiates with the beauty of soft rains, calm in its tranquility, and capable of terrible deeds.
There's truth in your lies, doubt in your faith, all I've got's what you didn't take.
And I fucking hate you for what you've made me, this abomination incapable of love or conscious affection. Your contradicting malice impedes my ability to function, and for that, I should thank you, for no one will ever again spin my insides against the fan blades of turmoil.
So I, I won't be the one, be the one to leave this, in pieces. And you, you will be alone, alone with all your secrets, and regrets. Don't lie
But you do. And your words... Your words are like ice melting in the very cold of their nativity. Like the intoxicat
One Rainy Night"I have no idea what I'm doing down here. But I'm willing to learn."One Rainy Night in Emotional More Like This
"You have to fold your hands, like this."
I could see the compassion in her eyes. She wanted me to feel what she felt, to know what she knew. But she couldn't make me believe. It was something that she had to show me.
It was a love. A love to feel every moment of her existence. That no matter what other feelings she would feel, day in and day out, every day at work, or every day at home, that someone would love her unconditionally, and this was what it felt like.
Sometimes, she thought, maybe it was all in her head. But it wasn't, and she knew it. It was real. And if someone were to come along and question it, it broke her heart. For she knew what she knew, and felt what she felt. Who was to tell her differently?
But that night of sitting out in the driveway, conversing about beings on worlds that w
SpiralSpiral in Settings More Like This
Sometimes we only live for the here and now. Sometimes we're lonely. Sometimes we feel we need a place to be grounded, or fly away again.
My insanity is my sanctuary. Only I possess it's key, and only I can unleash the inner machinations of my deepest conundrum.
I will fly away again. Oh, I will fly away again.
The sanctity of my conscious thought should forever be hidden. But what if... what if it were unleashed. What if others could dream in the way I do, or see and behold the splendid utopia of inner silence that my life force embellishes?
Why are we feeling something's familiar around us. Are we just dreaming. Always we search for the answers but nothing is found. We'll fly away again.
I can feel them.. the energies. They are dancing around me, like euphoric seductions of a peaceful ploy. I feel bribed by their promises of spiritual elongation. &
ElixerA sensation like any otherElixer in Free Verse More Like This
One that makes me immortal
Bearing the innocence of darkness
But freeing me of self doubt
The soft humming of heart beats
My head pounding like beautiful concussions
Why can't life feel like this
Where do I go when I'm without
Take your grasp on me, so I can grasp myself
Feed my inspiration
The likes of which condone my emotions
Sparks burn like embers, the silent remains of thought
It all seems so easy
Like it could happen in an instant
Lie to me like you would a bed
And put your worries on hold
IridescentWhen you were standing in the wake of devastation. When you were waiting on the edge of the unknown. And with the cataclysm raining down, insides crying save me now, you were there and possibly alone.Iridescent in Settings More Like This
And I was standing there, overlooking the cliff of some great valley. The canopy of the forest below was ignite with celestial fire, and the blue and green hues of flame rose as heat to my face. The warmth was otherworldly, but I knew then... this was where it would all be unmade. My IPod played on, almost in unison to the percussion and crescendos of the environment around me.
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation? You build up hope but failure's all you've known. Remember all the sadness and frustration. And let it go... Let it go...
The skies were ablaze with unforeseen radiance. The amalgamation of sharp oranges bit into the shapeless void, lighting up the atmosphere in violent,
StorytellingIn shadows and mist they wait,Storytelling in Free Verse More Like This
eyes glowing ravenous; the
teethandclaws that chased little Red,
consumed her bit by bite.
Now, in the margins of our silver-littered streets
we singshape myths all our own
of candied lips and darkened roads
I am waiting to devour you.
(You taste like open sky and orange peels,
like smoke, sea-saturated and cinnamon strained)
Light is muted here while sound scatters,
conversations scraped between quartz and kelp
with never a pause for me to reply.
You, you just laugh, peeling
the skin from my face
watching it harden like papier-mâché
before discarding yet another mask of mine,
humming as it melts into the violet tide.
Broken by vibrations from
your patched guitar,
I slowly untangle
as your hands continue
to smooth me in knots.
CaseyHe said, its me or you, and snarled his smile. His final say delivered inCasey in Free Verse More Like This
a wooden slam and later, his careful, measured glances
at the reflection in gin and tonics, watery eyes
broken by the refractions as lamplight dipped through frosted glass.
Casey always tasted like poison by the end of the night
slurring his nocturnal rambles at the others rooted to their torn vinyl seats;
Talking of God, of April-pink passions, of bullets and dust, dizzy phrases
ensnaring his arguments into a series of paradoxes
hed wax so eloquent about Rome and civilization, while
fingers twitched and groped without a drink to cradle.
Last Thursday he found himself
waxy and dormant in the dregs of his beer.
Before anyone else could see, he coolly dropped the bottle, watched
his shriveled doppelganger slaughtered by the amber shards.
Then apologized loudly, cursing his incompetency,
sweeping up the remains with a cheap paper towel. His fingers
sliced by the glass before he tosse
For Your ConsiderationDear Boy:For Your Consideration in Free Verse More Like This
all I want
on my sheets in the morning.
to be your favorite flavor
(no matter what lip gloss I have on)
your hand in mine
as my heart triptripbeat
Dear EliotThat is not what I meant at all Dear Eliot in Free Verse More Like This
Repetition of my past mistakes etch lovingly at my skin.
Minute lines betray my youth and suddenly at age 19
I feel old.
No longer vivid and vital, but loose and melancholy,
My limbs dragging and my bones popping with every stretch.
Yes, I have my small imperfections:
The hated soft brown hair that caresses my arms
(I used to mow at it with scissors when I was a child),
The freckled shoulders and sunburned nose that
Delight in marring your ideals.
But I will laugh at you as you wheeze up the stairs
The pains you suffer to cover your silly deficiencies
Only exaggerates your fickle insecurity,
And I am well established in mine.
The fog descending on the city streets
Pats softly with its own intentions
Not a domestication of the weather,
But a creature of cold sting and subtle blindness.
To place yourself in the dim saffron swirls
Is to tempt madness on a night in November.
As for my legs, Ill present
Ars PoeticaStop:Ars Poetica in Free Verse More Like This
Arrange the pen, the page, the frenzied eye,
the fingers itching to thrum on the typewriter keys.
Breathe in the air mixed with orange peel,
chocolate, coffee grounds, stale wine
pencil shavings, smoke, and mold.
Tense. Compose. Stall
until the words run burning though flesh,
flicking silver scales and curves -
a torrent of green, black, and gold imps.
Release them in mashed scrawls upon the page;
stab those that try to escape and bury them
in shallow, scribbly graves.
Find those drowning in the muck
and encircle them in heavy lines of red,
a thin line of salvation from the imminent revision.
And begin again:
Taste the words: the delicate sifting calm of oooh,
mmmms that pinch lips and rumble like a cats purr.
The apple-flavored aaah that dances across the palate;
the quick sharp hummingbird articles and thick dusty clauses,
vibrant feathery adjectives that flit between
their dull and honey-colored nouns,
singing a wild song all thei
A Lover's CaseIt always alarms:A Lover's Case in Free Verse More Like This
that pale cold eye
dripping between October leaves,
that omniscient scrutiny
aloof from mortal anguish.
Yet tonight my gaze
holds more power,
melting its precise lines
in a single hot look.
Nuit damour, I beg
No proposals or strategies,
in your silent watch.
Mine and yours special placeMine and yours special place in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I am saying good night at the end of the day,
And you are not here, but many miles away,
My heart is so empty and so lonely inside,
As I wipe away a tear I am trying to hide.
I close my eyes and try to go to sleep,
But with the sadness inside I begin to weep.
Suddenly I remember what you once said to me,
Just meet me in the stars, waiting for you I will be.
When distance tends to keep us apart,
Remember I still hold you near in my heart.
When the night together, can't be ours,
Just close your eyes and meet me in the stars.
Meet me in the stars, I'll be waiting there for you.
With a bottle of wine and glasses for two.
Just close your eyes and there you will see,
Waiting in the stars, just for you I will be.
Remembering those words, I begin to smile,
And gently close my eyes, lessening the miles.
I can see the stars, oh how beautifully arranged,
But you are not there, no hug to exchange.
I sit alone waiting, with hope in my heart,
No longer wanting to be kept apart.
Suddenly in the di
I love youAll the things I put you throughI love you in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and all the wrong things you say; you really think that loving you
can make all this go away?
If I stay and focus on the positive,
instead of giving up with a goodbye-
would you stop being so honest,
but of course without the lies.
I know I'm not a piece of cake,
I don't always make you happy, I don't always make your day.
And though I really want to make this better,
I keep on failing every time I try.
I feel I'm loosing you everyday- until its forever and it makes me want to die.
I'm scared that its all my fault,
that maybe you're perfect and I'm the mess.
I didn't want to hurt you, I never meant to cause u all this stress.
I will always tell you truths because you deserve it,
but my truths are really painful, and its best if I don't know them.
Dreamers don't know how to handle honesty, so please remain my hero-
if you truly love me.
I will be faithful
I will be true,
If you can avoid saying all those painful truths.
Maybe you're balanced and know tha
CryingCrying in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Some people told me I shouldn't try
Because all you do is make me cry
But I love you to much to let you go
I love you more then you think you know
You tell me that you just don't care
All those times I needed you there
to hold me when i hurt real bad
to dry my tears, and take my sad
you can't understand how i feel inside
when it was over, I just died
All I want is for you to see
is what you really mean to me
Ever since that horrible day
that i heard those words you had to say
I can't stop thinking about you
I want you to know all this is true
Everything you've read
is about the things you've said
I'll never, ever stop tryin'
But I am so sick of Cryin'
Being with u is perfectBeing with u is perfect in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Being with you is perfect for me
because you are all i desire and need,
someone who keeps me warm at night and holds me closely very tight,
someone who makes me laugh all day and comforts me in every way,
someone that i will always love and constantly be thinking of,
someone like you who is perfect for me that protects me from heartaches and misery
Help me to find my wayWho am i now that you are gone?Help me to find my way in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Steal my dreams away
Forget everything I am
For I breathe only you today
Just when everything was going to be alright
I walk away from myself and everything i stand for
As i take my heart back to the beginning
To search for that feeling of wanting more
When we kiss, i see stars
And you wrap your arms around me
I know you wont let go
because I'm the only one you see
Dispite the fact that you are 6'6
And I'm only 5'3
I love you, baby
With all of my heart
Every time you smile
It makes my world fall apart
Bend me, break me until i fall for you again
Is that what you need?
So you can hold your arms out this time and never let me go?
Dont make me stay if you have no intent of saying hello
But I will never regret this feeling
Because i want you now, please find me here
I wait these long, endless hours
Even though pain is what I fear
And if our paths never cross
I will find my way back to you on my own
Ill never forget what you are to me
And my love for you I ha