I feared that you will learn the lessons of beauty and injustice
That the poetry your own body can create will abandon you
That the gifts of your own strength and passion will be dulled before they are even born
I feared that you will cease to yearn for flight
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
Your words are slippery when I’m around
You make perfect holes to fall underground
Your hair is so wild when I’m around
Antenna wrapped up and round and deep down
Your fingers make me ticklish when you’re around
Everything goes ...pound ... pound .. .pound
Your skin makes me dizzy when you’re around
I can’t see, I can’t taste, I can’t hear a sound
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 2:21 AM UTC
You were my favorite tree
Almost too beautiful for me to truly see
Your hardened exterior splinters mine
Still, your broad shoulders I long to climb
You were my favorite branch
My summit on slopes noted for avalanche
Swinging up, I giggle from your high
You anchor my kite, then let it fly
You were my favorite leaf
Private magnificence, for only kids can see
Envied by the dandelions you hold
First to feel and show the cold
You were my favorite seed
Transmuting miracles in a dark jubilee
Humbly creating with universal intelligence
Penetrating strength, broken from love’s maleficence
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
Two floating soap bubbles
Swirling in a foggy haze they fumble
Gliding quietly they synchronize and lock in orbit
Eager skin is tickled before fingers finally forfeit
Warm swaying hips close-in leaving no holes
Whirlpooling rhythm out and in their control
Spontaneous giggles cause they don't mind at all
Circling until sopping and just before satisfied
Deep swallows engulf;
They, Pop!
Ahhh, sssllliiddde.
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC
That one with the long dress
But no glitter can cover her mess
Only the pointiest of heels and clavicle
To puncture the victims of this cannibal
Her chameleon skin fits her whimsy
Mean girl musings, her character is flimsy
Only stupid, most trusting of men fall for her charm
Men I've loved, destined to repeat her harm
An Impressionist painting, she's so pretty from afar
Close-up, she's the ugliest, most painful part of his memoir
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 2:31 PM UTC
I giggle in pride writing the obvious, the ******
Kindergarten feelings
I feel sad, mad, happy, sappy.
Rhymezone, songs, and great works stealings
Roses are red violets are fine,
My poetry could be written by a child as young as nine
Punctuation is still a mystery?
Ironically, I teach Shakespeare!
I will say, love poems and alcohol do not make good bedfellows
Sophomoric mumblings about a sunset's yellow
I take solace knowing even Rupi wrote bad poetry sometimes.
Yup, I compared myself to Rupi. Also, F**K this last line.
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
I fall in love with broken men.
**** tragedies ****** me with sin.
Handsome cloaks of invisibility,
Obscure and trap in vain utility.
Hero and martyr of all your stories,
Vengeance sought for selfish glory.
Innocents injured from their quarry.
I fall in love with broken men.
Doors lock me out, keeps keys hidden.
Knocking patiently with open arms,
Getting too close trigger his alarms.
Suspicious eyes peek inside.
Skeletons spooked, he runs and hides.
Spyglass searches to glimpse vulnerability,
Weak boundaries highlight insincerity.
Pacifying chit-chat on future home owning
Facing real offer, reveals he lied for a showing.
I fall in love with broken men.
Eclipses excite those worlds they darken.
The moon shines brightest in the night.
Warm pulses beat faster, from dusk’s frost bite.
Fooled by familiar shadows, say devil I know
Not friend but foe, they rob me of my glow.
I fall in love broken men.
Mosaic glued parts, now misshapen
Pirated sea glass left ashore by a hostile.
Cut mermaids who seek a love note in a bottle.
Shatter lines leak, drips proof of last traumas.
Messy flaws teach wisdom, beauty from drama.
I fall in love with broken men.
Divorced of dreams and magic forgotten.
Shut eyes to memories to keep pain asleep.
Nightmares of happy times, disturb the peace.
Drugs pacify crying but fears never cease.
Haunted by ghost stories of witches and fools,
Masks hide his scars, but phantoms are cruel.
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 4:38 AM UTC
From age 3 to teen, I only wished to be pretty.
No dolls, no ice cream, no fluffy white kitties;
Not friendship, straight A's, nor sleep-over fun.
I believed beauty was real magic, the only game girls won.
Cindy, Belle, and those loved by the Charming,
Happy endings awarded to those with looks, most disarming.
Cleopatra, Diana, Wonder Woman, movie stars,
Pretty women have power!
Pretty women go far!
Year after year when they'd turn off the lights
“Happy Birthday to you!" my eyes closed tight,
A gorgeous future self I imagined in my mind,
Repeating my wish, "Please make me look real fine."
I'd imagine a model with curls and skin like mine,
With ballerina like grace, she would just glide through my mind.
Handfuls of white cotton flowers picked with great hope
Summer snowflakes carry secrets like my own horoscope
"Universe, please make me the world's most fetching sight.
Pretty is freedom and comfort; a life full of joy and light."
Now all grown-up, my kid dreams I outgrew,
Or rather they’ve been voided, because my kid dream came true.
I was granted the gift of allure and enchantment,
Bringing cycles of men, *** and abandonment.
Pursued as an object a thing to own,
Seems pretty blocks love, I feel all alone
Don't bust out the saddest little violin just yet
My pretty is power and privilege I try not to forget
This face and body is a meal ticket and a meeting,
Like liquor store roses, it’s shallow and fleeting
Still I say make that big wish on that star
Dreams do come true, though they leave a scar
The roadtrip wouldnt be fun without the old car
All magic has madness, worth the risk by far.
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 11:39 AM UTC
My friends and I are having a ball.
We are dancing and chancing and decking the hall.
I'm so busy, I have no time to fall.
I'm not lonely.
You're lonely.
I don't miss you at all.
My friends and I are carefree with glee.
We joke and we choke on the best hydro green.
I'm laughing so hard I may even ***
I'm not crying.
You're crying
These tears are happy.
My friends and I are coquets, so flirty.
We use a*holes and leave them right after coffee.
I don't want your commitment; I just want to be free.
I don't love you.
You love you.
Do you still love me?
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 5:10 AM UTC
Juicy milky coconut meat
Ripe strawberry skins dipped in ice water
Feminine wildflowers from fields out West
Blend harmoniously with proper English rose
Blushing honeysuckle petals
Sunny daffodils
Silly golden sunflowers, even if just for the hue
The fiery dragon flowers breathe the base of
Warm African vanilla
Faithful background notes of wine and tobacco
Finished with a melody of
Decadent milk chocolate
Freshly crushed coffee beans
And the scent of you.
What I smell like when I’m falling in love.
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 2:27 AM UTC