Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Jul 2013 Marleny
Mikitara
Fourth of July**
I.
****** canned southern sweet tea,
II.
orange street lights
half shrouded by Spanish moss,
III.
a stranger in a red '67 Mustang,
IV.
and holy oil annointings on our right hands
on this humid night
(was supposed to post this on the 4th but forgot, but here it is now.)
 Jul 2013 Marleny
Mikitara
I've noticed that
you glow when you're in love
so she must be something special
because you're positively
phosphorescent
 Jul 2013 Marleny
Mikitara
Walls
 Jul 2013 Marleny
Mikitara
I ran my fingers around
the chips in the paint
and the scratches
and occasional holes
in the old walls

and I started to cry

I asked them,
who did this to you?
and they answered,
life did this to us.
*but we are still standing.
life hit them relentlessly, but they're still standing
 Jul 2013 Marleny
Mikitara
elephant dreams
and mistletoe kisses
in the middle of July
in the middle of a desert

take my hand
and let's pretend

that elephants dream
of flying
and we can feel as hot in December
as we did in July
and that our love can turn this desert
into an ocean
elephants dream
of flying
 Jul 2013 Marleny
LDuler
Kiss her. Kiss her. Kiss
her beautiful and let her
nestle in your arms

Bring your bristly mouth
to ours, and give us the stars
we've been waiting for.

Sing. Take the guitar
and strum the strings but careful;
we might fall in love.



You deserve credit
for your courage and backbone.
Boy, you are so strong

You don't always have
to be tough, and hold it in,
be the strong silent type

It's okay. Let go.
Yes, being a man is hard
but you can let go.



Boy, please know your virtue.
You bring food to our famine.
The hunger, the thirst.

Who wouldn't want you?
Whose wicked appetite
couldn't you answer?



If you're wondering,
well, boy, the answer is yes.
She still loves you.

There were signs, signals
but you just couldn't read them.
She still loves you.

Why must you always
complicate love? Just take it.
Just take it and smile.



Boy, are you aware
of how destructive you are?
We could die for you.

Should we blame her?
Blame Aphrodite for this,
this pain and longing?



Boy, you're beautiful.
Limbs and muscle and talent;
we will never understand.

You are not flesh, blood.
You are made of energy,
and you can bring light.

You can give so much.
A feeling, a beginning,
a home, an escape.

You give nirvana,
with a love so tremulous
and complicated.



Boy, you're everything.
The might-have-beens, the maybes,
and the what-could-bes.

You are our focus,
our soothing sense of being,
simple, instinctual.

Boy, you are so much.
Millions of poems have been
written just for you.

We want to know you
collect little pieces of you
and memorize you.
unfinished
Haikus are hard!
 Jul 2013 Marleny
Luc L'arbre
He uses those green super-slim filters
to roll his cigarettes
and I guess it saves him money
but I don't like the way I have to pull
with my lungs on them
to get a decent drag
still when he offers me one I accept
because I am out of tobacco.

They come in at 4am
back to their home where I look after their children
and still half-tripping after the show
she starts talking about her ex
in front of her boyfriend
and she has a point and I
smile and nod and I
know
what she's trying to say
but she can't stop talking once she starts
and the words clutter her red mouth.

He, from the couch starts
defending her ex
and her boyfriend, dressed in black
slinks into the kitchen to check the fridge and make tea
I guess he's heard it before
and doesn't care to hear it again.

She's scrambling now, she didn't mean
to dwell or talk for so long on it
but her point has been lost in the words
and she keeps spitting them out
trying to find it
and at 4.15 he offers me
a cigarette and I accept
because I am out of tobacco.

But those green filters
make me aware of how bad my lungs have got
great heaving clouds
and they leave me unfulfilled
and once I get home I'm digging
through my bin for butts I know I saved
regretting all the butts I flicked away
without thought
because now I am out of tobacco.

When I became this, I don't know.

They come home at 4am
slightly drunk, still half-tripping
and I've been looking after their children
all the while thinking
  'If I **** myself slowly, maybe no one will notice
  and hold it against me'
but someone will probably be offended
besides I'm out of tobacco.
 Jul 2013 Marleny
maybella snow
but sometimes            
i cant help  
but think            

about what it                  
would be like                

to jump                                              
with a rope necklace
to jump                                              
onto rocks and water
to jump                                              
off our old family house

and die                        

~ no thoughts
~ no pain        
~ no life          

no, i'm not suicidal
but sometimes    
i want to jump                

~ and die
Next page