i carved out your heart and stamped it into flames still you looked at me and called me by my beauty as though it were my name
Tag: poetry
Shitting in the Dark [a poem]
The lights are out again And no one’s home to strike the match Roused from a half state of sleep I drag my feet through the dark halls with tepid steps, a traditional Sort of homage to the ritual – This path is too familiar for me to stumble upon. The borborygmus that woke me…
A Poem a Day (Pt. III)
So, it’s the eighth and this is part three – I’ll get caught up in some way. I’m still busy in Haiti and offer no apologies for that – I’m living! I came across a flash drive I used from 2005-2010 recently and quite by accident. This micropoem from sometime early in 2005 is today’s…
worship [a poem]
Take your sins to the foot of my temple, Prepare an altar in darkness and Command your soul to pray well. Open your heart to the sermon of honesty; Bow your head before the eternal flame, The light of a spirit with insatiable yearning for truth and pain. Worship as humble king destined to the…
New Student Feature: Siddy
February, the month of the Hallmark monetization of “love” and all things like it, brings feature to a young writer who shares two pieces of romantic inkling, one of which is a haiku with a suggestion relevant to any one of us that engages with others – and for that reason, I have included it…
I am the water [a poem]
The site went down yesterday for the first time ever due to a fluke, so I make a peace offering with this poem I wrote last year and a brief introduction about it. I have always felt a rather deep, truly divine connection to water. Even that feels an understatement – it’s more accurate to…
as will you & I at dawn and dusk [a poem]
Maybe I was beautiful Once, behind the dust veil Lace dancing on the light Blessing the space our souls danced In the ballroom between our lips. I look over my shoulder at you, demure smile Mystery learned from your secret-keeping ways Will it hurt you to count the others that have waltzed here since you left…
there aren’t words [a brief poetic]
“Please, don’t ever stop writing, Allow always the twins of Joy and Pain to ravage you…” The pain I’ve been trying to write Out of my system, however Is one for which language has birthed Not words, but images Personal and of the utmost beauty These marked the path to a grave A certain part…
Gambler [a poem]
The devastation was not about my heart alone but in watching the pedestal upon which you always stood crumble to the ground: along the side, the inscription had read “strength.“ I thought you would win against this. I’d read the confidence in the way you seemed to play all the hands the universe dealt took…
fantasy realized? [a poem]
Suspended gracefully like an acrobat between reality and sleep’s resort, my mind calls out to your image: A king wandering in pilgrimage from his throne seeking a more noble crown of humbler sheen. I fight to believe in or against you Not knowing yet if it’s safe to reach out, or if I’m simply imagining…
wet lips to paint your dreams [a poem]
Unconsciously My lips kiss my tongue In a slowed, quiet moistening Preparing for a delicate meeting Of mouth to tip The small hole my lips embrace Filled with potential to Create new worlds My hands find their place In gentle but assured grip Without thought The subconscious confidence of one who’s Done this many times…
uncanned laughter/with a side of thighs (an excerpt)
Excerpt from one of my unfinished epics, feministic and self-loving in nature. I am quite delighted and proud in being a woman. Actually, I just love it. I am a woman let me breathe cosmos swirling inside me, repeatedly flooding, overwhelmed by creation craved, my art is still not enough. I am to give birth…
Sharkey Speaks 