Don’t look down. I can feel my toes curl over the edge of the bed. Don’t look down, they say, so you’re not aware of how far you can fall but I can’t help but contort my neck to find that mischief glitter in your eyes when you catch me watching. I’m looking down but,…
Tag: poetry
January Student Feature: Anil
The importance of empowering our youth and given their voices avenues to be heard cannot ever be overestimated, for their words are a meter of our society’s health and ability to succeed. If Anil were to stand solo as an indication of such, in my humble opinion, it would look that we were starting 2015…
microcosm [a poem]
One of the areas in which I have experienced extraordinary growth over the past few years, this last one in particular, is my spirituality. I grew up with a particular leaning towards favouring science, viewing it as though it were separate from all the rest of the concepts. As the rebel daughter of a Tarot reader,…
fuck me poetic [a poem]
fuck me poetic. kiss me free of syntax make me scream in tongues pen me down with the bed as your scroll smear my ink across the sheets until every edition of webster’s and Koenig pouring forth upon the both of us. “exulansis” rolling down your back, “silience” dripping from my neck, “gnossienne” shared,…
a haikai (hokku, haiku) and a brief lesson
A haikai is a series of haiku, set off on the theme of the opening haiku, the hokku. How quick and easy that was. (This reminder) (1.) Background of my phone, two lovers… he kisses her, she beams total joy. (2.) Forever tender; Always, they are suspended in love you can’t touch. (3.) The day…
on fearing vulnerabilities (micropoem & poem)
(your hands were up) A symbol of surrender But I was intimidated by your vulnerability I emptied the barrel Ink bled across the page. Self/Abnegation I would have flown to her then Kissed her like I was Fighting death’s lips Demanded her to spend the rest of her life Tied up with mine If only…
fitted to the gloom of a suspended rain
Another offering from the dust of my past. A Hennessy Mirage drunkenness burned and raged under my skin as liquid ice pellets met the thirst of my veins perfectly cracked, the grey sky blue flashes, lightning and turning wind lashes – I cried out to hell to help me, faith in heaven wavering like smoke…
on the power in one (excerpt of a poem)
’tis the season for lighted candles and much reflection on the year’s end. Does your flame flare with intent to ignite or are you just running to the end of your own wick? The small flame Illuminates the waxen still corpses Magnifying the shadows ominously of the sleeping Beside it, like a friendly, taunting threat…
Meet Me Under the Mistletoe
This one is a throwback (written in 2006), and one of the few instances I employed some rhyme and form with mild success. One of the featured poems I keep stapled to the site, it’s a good way to invite that admirer of yours a little closer this holiday season. Enjoy. Meet Me Under the…
White Silence #whiteviolence (a poem)
I was at the [too docile] march on Washington today (which, as a 25-year-old in twenty-first century America, theory says shouldn’t have been necessary for the reasons it is – but that will be another story). Many thoughts running over my mind, including the question by some. You probably have asked it yourself. This is…
but do you? (a short poem)
(“Always” truly means always, my dear) With a hint of sadness And human wonder It occurred to me then That perhaps we are all incapable Of truly understanding How deeply, how full Is another’s love for us. And yet, maybe not. Maybe it just takes a little more Than traditional human effort. A long shot…
the cheesiest (a rhyme)
I’m not a rhymer, nor one for cheesy patterns and attempted meter and shit, but this light-heartedness followed me and was just what I needed to contrast the heavier piece that will be tomorrow’s finish (a crafted thought on the topic of weighing self versus community, stimulated by something a student said today that went…
Sharkey Speaks 