Nineteen--July 23th 2010The poem won't come today.
What's to write about?
Sex? Love? Betrayal?
Countless overfed, overdone
Write me a poem about originality for once.
Give me something new.
Give me haikus in iambic pentameter.
Write me something real,
Something beyond love.
Write me a poem about trying.
About losing, winning,
What you gain.
Write me a poem about lying
In your bed, hearing snow,
Give me the little moments.
The thrill of acceleration when driving,
The thrill of your heartbeat when crying,
Because at least you,
In your humanity,
There are those who can't,
Write me the thrill of a teardrop,
In iambic pentameter.
Don't write another love poem.
Water Through My FingertipsShall I whisper your name at nightWater Through My Fingertips5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and disturb the beauty of your silence?
Peacefully you rest while I look on in fear:
fear that you will never know my touch,
never know my voice.
At the foot of your bed I argue with myself.
What angel dares torture me so?
To never feel your cheek warm with life
or your hair running like water through my fingers;
I'd rather die a thousand deaths.
The mattress is cold as I lay beside you.
Your familiar scent drifts through my body
making me whole.
Your eyes slowly open
but they see right through me.
I'm but a ghost
come to haunt your perfect life.
You smile and the world around us disappears.
Blindly you search for my hand.
Hiding my pain I let you find it,
though all you feel is air.
Then you sigh and return to dreams of a better world.
I let a single tear escape
but no more.
I wish you no more pain than you're already in.
I move closer;
my lips brush your forehead.
I whisper yet another promise.
Then I'm gone-
gone to another night of pain and sadnes
doi.do4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
exchange (phone numbers).
(i think i might be onto something...)
(i think i might like him...)
quibble (over nothing).
(i like him.)
fall (in love).
ignore (the subtext.)
(i still love him.)
(i loved him.)
No One CameI died five years ago.No One Came4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fell from a very high pedestal.
I got shot.
I bled to death.
I lay bleeding with a knife shoved through my stomach.
And still no one came.
I died five years ago.
I was strangled; had no air.
I drowned in the depths.
I was burned alive, screaming.
And still no one came.
I died five years ago.
I felt humanity slip away.
I heard the slowing beat of my heart.
I saw the blood that covered my hands.
And maybe it's no surprise, but no one ever came.
Donde estas?If youDonde estas?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
grasp the cigarette as if
your lungs need the smoke, it will seem
even if your brain doesn't need the nicotine.
She walked towards the horizon, completely absorbed inside your mind. The sea was motionless around her, as if the sea and her were thinking the same thing. Your mind must be a wicked path to take.
You're a dream and I'm awake. I don't think we'll exist in the same reality again, at least not before the sun sets. But even then it would be quite difficult because i'm always insomniac.
exodus1. You appeared suddenly. Maybe it was the beer, maybe the waves crushing on my sides, but you were smiling wonderfully, and for a moment I thought I missed some part of you. I don't know which part though; I don't even know if it exists anymore. It was glorious in the happiest way. The sky is black; blacker than your heart. It's even darker than mine and the future is so unpredictable that I am in despair.exodus5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1. So many dreams awoken by a single drop of rain, a simple ray of sunlight.
2. I can see your strange light. It's wonderful, addicting. My dreams float on your wrists and my eyes on your hair. You are glorious in the most glorious way. The sky is bright; but your heart is brighter. Mine is even brighter and the future is so predictable that I am in despair.
Faux PhilosophyFaux philosophyFaux Philosophy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
TrappedI don't want to die.Trapped4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just don't know how to live.
valentines day resolution no.1i've watched you screw aroundvalentines day resolution no.14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and screw up (your life)
and screw over (me, her, us, them) that girl that i loved
because her smile was like a lantern
in a world that's way too dark.
my chances are gone
down and down, spiralling into a drain that you created
to give me something to empty all my dreams into.
and you think i'm going to let you
do the same to someone else and suffocate another flame of hope
between your fingers?
keep dreaming, hun.
True StoryShe sat at the computer, fingers tapping, scared for no apparent reason, and pausedTrue Story6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Her heart was pounding. Why? There was nothing new here, nothing strange, nothing she hadnt done a thousand times before. She was sitting in her chair, surrounded by the layer of permajunk that was her floor, and the unbridled creativity that made up her walls, and the bleak sunlight that illuminated her world. And she was writing, which was nothing new, either.
Only this time, she was writing herself. Writing exactly what she was doingto the T, only not, because in the real world her typing was broken up by text messages and parental voices, and her own responses, and in this world, this tip-tap of letters and pixels, the patter of fingers on keys was unbroken.
The writer liked the world in the paper better. There, she was alone with her letters, with her words, and she loved it. She could swim in them, absor
gravity- - - - - - - - -high.gravity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Living Writers BlockYou are my living punishmentLiving Writers Block4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one thing blocking me
Zippering my mouth
Tying my shaky hands
The words are my closest companion
But when I'm around you...
I'm always so w o r d l e s s
If only I wasn't a writer
Fallen Heavenly MessengerDoctor stills stork; "Return to Sender."Fallen Heavenly Messenger4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the RuinsAnd tonight with the storm in the eastIn the Ruins5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I walked through the places of summer,
past houses I once knew
and fields I ran through as a child.
Tonight I returned,
beneath the stars,
shrouded in fireflies
and the heat of night.
The wind turned names over the grass.
By the railroad tracks
I crossed the gates
to an older house.
The stones scattered
showed white under the stars
and led to a path, the broken foundation
of a place I knew as home.
There, in the ruins, I found peace.
I lay on a flat stone
still warm from the day;
stars circled overhead,
fireflies rose and fell in the wind,
a girl laughed and called my name.
She rested one hand on her darkened stomach,
her skin shone in the night,
the eyes of the storm,
the passing of a child to another life.
She walked slowly and wrapped
me in warm night arms,
the quiet of summer,
the storm having passed
and holding a woman
in the night.
Perfect InsanityI fell asleepPerfect Insanity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tired from all of this nonsense
Tired of them talking about what I should do, who I should be... controlling everything
I finally got to close my eyes and let me slip away
Slip away into a world that seems more real
If only it was really like that
Letting my breath almost stop and my heart flutter to the sound of my angst
I was almost there...almost to the world that let me escape from this complete insanity
And there she was again, waiting for me to come back
Waiting to get her chance on changing me
Changing me to who I should really be
But for some reason I could never fully give in.
I could never let my self slip to the point where.
FreakI remember the kids at school used to say, "Where's your sister? Why's she not at school? She's such a freak!" I hated them for it. And I hated that word. Freak! I used to get in fights all the time, defending my sister with my life. (beat) You see, my sister, Ana, was always a little different. We were twins, but she got tangled in the umbilical chord at birth and was never quite right. We were twins, but she was so much younger than me. Why couldn't it have been me? (beat)Freak4 years ago in Drama More Like This
That day, I came home expecting to hear the usual "Hi honey, go check on your sister," from my mom in the kitchen, but the house was quiet. I haven't seen my mom in ten years. I guess she just couldn't take the memories anymore. (beat) I went upstairs, but Ana wasn't there. Her dolls were clean and undisturbed. Her bed was made, the closet clos
i.1. They tell me you had a story once, but sometimesi.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I find that hard to believe. When you call me now
in the middle of the night, your voice dipped in
panic and uncertainty, you tell me you're dying,
you're drowning, you're burning alive. I comfort you.
But in the morning, I delete your call from my
cell phone, and pretend you never were.
2. Sometimes you're a rain cloud, a crushed cigarette,
the soft glow of light seeping through my blinds.
Sometimes you're my nightmares, but part of me likes
to be afraid. Sometimes you are all I have, the hand
in mine, the lips on my neck, the edge of desire and
comfort and life. Sometimes you're all that makes me happy,
because nothing I've seen burns the way that you do.
Sometimes you are the empty capsule in my pocket while
I'm waiting to die, but I love you, you know,
even if I don't say it enough; I love you.
3. You like to be a mystery, because you don't like
who you are and have no one else to be. You are coating
You Left the Stove OnYou left the stove on. When you left. You had planned on making something to eat, I believe. I remember. But then I said something I forget. But you left the stove on. And the door open.You Left the Stove On4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can't you come back? Shut it off? Smoke is billowing from it. It stings my eyes and throat. Come back, please. Just come back and turn the damn stove off. There's a flame now. I'm sitting in the kitchen chair.
Such a watery flame! It wavers with smoke. I can see it through the salty tears.
Come back, love. Please turn it off. Its fiery disease has spread to the woodwork. I'm not moving. You said I'm too stubborn. Well I am. And I'm not turning it off.
Love, it's choking me. Like you once did. But its hands are hot. Yours were cold and smelled of the drinks you loved more than me. Yours froze the breath out of me and left me on the floor. I was bleeding, I remember.
It's reaching for my feet. Like I reached for yours. Crawling towards you, on the ground. You kicked me away. My head hurt from the b
I'll Fall With YouI'm holding onto your heartstringsI'll Fall With You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and binding them to my own
with double knots of garden twine
so that maybe roses will grow
through the thorns that encircle your ribcage
and rise against your lungs.
You find questions in the space
of each sentence
and you aren't satisfied with answers
because you're more interested in searching
for the rain in rainbows
than the secrets I keep-
that I wish you would find.
You tell me you don't understand
why I'm still chasing a falling star
instead of exploring night skies
because you strike like lightening
and my veins are filled with thunder
so every time you race ahead
because at night the stardust
you leave on my lips
makes me want to shine
because the spaces between your fingers
somehow exactly fit mine.
celiac boyit smelled like burnt hope and celiac and the boy on the hospital bed wasceliac boy4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
beautiful with his bruises.
his eyes are closed but his nerves are open, he feels his poison running through his veins.
he thinks quietly,
frozen wastelands of celestial summer-stars
dusky oceans of moon-bright craters
haloed hurricanes of winter ice-tears
silent tsunamis of broken atmospheres"
it is 4 a.m. and while sleep has scurried timidly around his mind, thoughts like escaped zoo animals rampage. it is nothing but selflessness, everything but himself. all thoughts are present except sleep.
he shifts in the dark and remembers and remembers and tries to forget.
the sunlight wiring its way through his auburn hair tastes of sinopia and gold. it weaves with the metallic shine of the table as we sit at the booth in the corner, closest to the arcade.
it is all but deserted (the emptiness fills us inside) and through shafted light I wat
we could've had each other.i stare at the sun too longwe could've had each other.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because no one else does it. my
parents don't want me to get
mixed in with "the wrong crowd"
but who are they
the wrong crowd.
my fingers slide between the gaps
and hug yours as we drive.
drive drive drive, please don't
take me home.
the redundant sound of the broken
air conditioner clanking and the boy
in the back seat snoring keeps my
heart racing even after we stop.
even after he's gone.
i want to be able to tell you everything,
but i don't just have walls up now.
i have boulders in place.
more to lifeI am copper patina.more to life4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am rust.
thick grown through the passage of time
slow and dull and flaking
these words clog my arteries
brain waves claimed by arrhythmia
muses choke; anoxia
blue faces accusing as downturning
they breathe out bubbles
and inhale a final resting place promise
say anything, say anything.
I am not alone
and I am not finished
but please take me home
give me something to describe tomorrow
give me something to become tonight
all I can say, what do you say?
you're a terrible depravity
I need your monster breath against the back of my knees
start the trembling in my lips and gape my ribs
to the merciful clutches of whatever else there is
I am chemical reactions.
I am bored.
DepartureThe world hasDeparture5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
taken you from
our firm grasp,
but the pain
you felt in life
has faded away.
You wait patiently
for us to follow,
to see you again
in a better light.
No sorrow dwells
within in the realm
in which you now
lay your head to rest.
August 3rd, 2010