Tag: free verse
I’m the girl under a cloud of gray.I’m the one who never understandsHow conflict a world it is in which we live. Time goes right and left until it collides. Good and bad intertwine in the middle of the clouds. Apparently, it’s human to live in the leeway.I’m the girl who measures life in sunshine,…
Dear soulmate, The crimson rays of the sun tantalize the sand of mourning, and yet, as the sun brushes down on the squelching moans, I see everything, and nothing, so clearly as if the sun were white —Tears make kaleidoscopes of hovering hearts. It clings to this wasted game; yes, it smears the innocent ……
A melody pirouettes in the darkness of my brain; a haze of color, ignites me, fight me, until I am tamed.Toes pointed.Body fluent in untold grace. Stomach tucked in. Legs long. Breath, a song. “Here the cheers,” they say behind the curtains, a drapery of velvet tears, an elegy of youthful years. “Here the chears,”…
Tangled in the shadows of my dreams, trapping me in a web of wires, tapping into the pulse you require, there you are. No words that replace time—it was the best; it was the worst; it was a blessing; it was a curse. The sun would shine; thunder would roar. It was the light of…
Through the shadows of the hallways, She walks, surrounded by whispers:”Glitch,” is the her name, they say,but her heat, her soul, never turns crisper. Wires strung under her skin like veins, Brain, electrodes of green code. They say she doesn’t understand pain.Her youth is on a permanent hold. Heart of copper. Blood of potassium.Brain of…
A heart of gold. Too young,A soul is soldFor sun. A heart of gold. No sun,You see as oldAs fun. A heart of gold,BeautyAs time is toldRudely. A heart of gold, Papers grow cold.If I was toldI would grow old.
Little snowflakes—The fuzzy embroidery of heaven on my windows; Yet, when I touch the watery solid with the warm flesh of my fingers, it’s not heaven at all I’m seeing.It’s purgatory on Earth: not quite heaven, but at least not hell. The climatic pests of sweat and back-breaking labor, The swarm of heat that pulses…
Come December, One year since you spoke, I won’t rememberHow I first broke. Come December, When everything changed, I first rememberHow free my soul remained. Come December, Ready to move onFrom the NovemberWhere it all went wrong. It’s December; I’ve let go of September; I’ll ignite my emberInto the words I rememberUntilDecemberComes Again.
The world seemed to slow downlike the endless crimson sunsetwe seemed to admire.Your name—Slow. Easy. Soft as a feather. My name—Fast. Hard. Sharp on he face. Yet, the details fade; Your face, I evade. The choices I madeLast summer.Never under the strobe lights, did we dance; Never by the firelight, did we kiss. Last summer,…
Drown them out;The tender ballads,The operatic arias, Crescendo againstMy brain.Drown them out; The sounds of the world, They’ve become too loud: Even the whispersGraze my nerves. Drown them out;The synthetic world—The blips, The instrumentals that hideIn an unfocused background of shadows—of melodious emotion Is better than silence:Thoughts subside whenThe melody explodes into A forte;And a…