Hard to swallow:
When they see you,
stretched languidly across the page,
frivolous in your expenditure of letters,
This is what you are to them.
Long and polysyllabic,
a frustrating combination of strange, small word-parts
And that Y (such an indecisive letter!):
flung in there so gracelessly.
You are repulsive to them;
You have broken their rhythm
of short, blocky words that trip off the tongue
with your sudden and awkward out-of-place-ness.
You are abhorrent to them;
You have blurred their strict margins
of male and female roles,
of pants and skirts,
with your little blip of existence,
mucking about in the wrong side of the clothes store.
You are an anomaly, a mistake, a mystery to them;
You are a *** to be located
A term to be defined
A word to be pronounced
A gender to be assigned
But I like you.
I like how your letters sprawl,
confident and self-sure.
I like how your attire causes others to gawk
and reorder their worlds.
I like how your legs look in that tux,
your eyes in that dress.
How the long swoops of your g and your y
echo the way the ends of your undone tie drape from your collar:
Elegantly.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
**a broken heart
still loves**
just like
a broken crayon
still colors
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
the moment your lips started to move
your voice echoed all over the place
I became a statue that cannot move
nor turn to look at your pleading face
(samber)
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
when my son was younger
he asked -
how old are the mountains
from where did the First People come
why does the sun sleep in the ocean
what is the color of rain
now that my son is older
stronger, wiser and bolder
he asks -
how old are the mountains...
...what is the color of rain
some things don't change.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
A sad snapshot of a
thought: we
could have never
met. how close were
we?
to picture
life
without our
love;
opposite of
a
selfie.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
I unlocked your mind you know
just to see what I could see
And if you promise to pay the postage
I'll mail you back the key.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
I fell in love with your shiny green eyes,
I remember how bright was your smile.
You used to hold my hand softly,
as if I was a porcelain doll about to break.
Just one year has passed
and your eyes look dead.
I've never seen such a fake smile,
I need to take a breath.
It hurts like hell seeing your scars,
and how your lips have turned blue.
I wish I could just go back in time,
but there's nothing I can do.
Your skin is so pale,
just like the sheets of this hospital bed.
I'm still shocked by the news,
I'm afraid of what I can lose.
Your arms are covered by bandage
and I wish it was me,
but I'm just here crying
because they told me you're dying.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
Don't call it a relapse.
Because I'm just getting started.
This next bowl of green goes out to all the brokenhearted.
I've been where you are
staring into the abyss.
Anything to fill the void
Always looking for the scripts.
I take a yellow for the blues
it'll kick in soon.
Feel the pain just fade away
and leave my mind in a haze.
This has become my every day.
I wish you all could feel this way.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
You take my
favorite breath
from me.
The one I
draw through
sweet smelling
hair, splayed
on fresh linen;
when the curve
of my arm
and the crease
of your neck
agree.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
For as we lay
Together in tangled arms
To regret the land that's too far
Waiting to grasp any hope
Us finding a way to cope
Love is a difficult thing
Never the less it clings
But you are the blinding light
In my no longer dark night
So run away with me
For our fate will see
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC