My MommyMy mommy is the prettiest lady I ever seenMy Mommy20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
she has brown hair, blue eyes and a smile
My mommy wears her favorite colors
and she lets me wear the pinkest dresses
I did her makeup once and we were models for a day
she tells me bedtime stories about the lady who losses her slipper
or the girl who falls in love with a frog
When I see mommy on the weekends
she gives me the biggest hugs and yucky kisses
mommy asks me about my week
but I thought she already knows
because I heard mommy's are always around
Sometimes when she's not with me
I can hear her in the other room crying
telling herself why did it happened to her
when I ask daddy, he says she was ill when I was a baby
and couldn't take care of me
One time I asked him if he loved mommy like I do
daddy said yes but he wouldn't give the biggest hugs
like she does
My mommy is the best mommy in the world
I will ask daddy for a mothers day present
for chocolates, but not the dark ones
they're not nice
like the people wh
Chaos TheoryThe butterfly effect is the fragile dependence on beginnings.Chaos Theory3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We started simply: the study of time between yesterday and someday.
If a moth sprouts from silk when no one is looking, will it still learn to fly?
A ManThe man with the silvery-blue eyes that could see right to my soul.A Man3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And when he smiled his charming smile, his cute dimples would show.
The man with the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
And when he held me, he promised to never say goodbye.
But his mouth was full of lies, and his heart was cold.
And I wish he was a man that I had never of known.
I can only hope that one day I'll find a love that's true.
A man that will actually love me and respect me through and through.
26 Marks of MajestyA perfect line, be it night or day,26 Marks of Majesty3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Because it simply has to be that way.
Care must be taken, don't mess this up.
Don't upset the balance, don't knock over the cup.
Every second you take the time to speak,
Forget that the language has been made weak.
Great works were made by 26 marks,
Heed well their order, and watch for the sparks.
I see when magic flows forth from your mouth.
Just beware: sparks can easily head south.
Kicks become romance, romance to death,
Lovers to murder in one fatal breath.
Make good use of rhythm, of measure and rhyme,
No numbers replace the tempo and time.
Open your mouth or spill out your pen.
Practice their art form, rejoice in their zen.
Quiet or loud, their patterns spin words.
Reveal or conceal, be it sane or absurd.
Stay true and devout to their scheduled line.
True faith to them will make something divine.
the final frontierwings earnedthe final frontier16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
your gain, our loss
the final frontier
you bravely cross
thank you for
the best years
no one can ever
fill your ears
I Watched Your MiseryI watched you cut yourself with broken glass-I Watched Your Misery2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you used cruel words and alas,
I let you.
It's Illogical But TrueCaptain's log.It's Illogical But True2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I never thought it would happen.
But we've lost another one.
Spock..is no longer with us.
He's gone up to live among the stars.
Way up above.
High up in the clouds.
I can't believe it..but it's true.
Rest in peace.
Let the stars guide you.
Merrily, merrily, merrily.
Is life more than just a dream?
It just doesn't seem logical too me.
It seems illogical..yet shocking.
To hear of your passing, is just upsetting.
You were the brains behind the operation.
You taught us that the needs of the many.
Outweigh the needs of the few.
A valuable lesson indeed.
One we shall not forget.
It just won't be the same.
Without you here.
So, goodbye to you - dearest Spock.
Live long...and prosper.
Call me GreatYour words are just vibrations reaching me.Call me Great15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My skin and health is not damaged what-so-ever, yet it still hurts.
You may call me "Unintelligent",
You may call me "Rude",
and You may call me "Terrible", but I can prove you wrong on all three of those words.
But calling me "Fat" or "Ugly" just goes along with what I see in the mirror.
Call me "Great" or "Guapo" instead of the words that cut deeper than a blade.
Call me a "Inspiration" than a waste of space.
Call me anything, but those words..
Because if you can't, more tears will draw me to sleep.
Nevermore!Oh, all I see is shadows on the floorNevermore!20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the Masque of Red Death staring at me!
I hear the Raven croak out, 'Nevermore!'
Oh, look at Annabel Lee and Lenore:
Both dead in their sepulchers by the sea,
Their twisted shadows lurking on the floor!
Oh, I am just a madman, nothing more,
Haunted by Tell-Tale Heart beating for me
And that Raven crying out, 'Nevermore!'
Oh, Helen, Annie, Eulalie, and more,
Like Eldorado, Dreams within a Dream
That escape me like shadows on the floor!
Oh, let the Bells ring on the Nightly shore
And let the Cask of A trap me
As the Raven taunts me with 'Nevermore!'
The House of Usher has arrived once more
And the Black Cat and the Pit torment me
With death and Murders, shadows on the floor,
While that damned Raven taunts with 'Nevermore!'
The moonlight's lover.The moon alights on gravelled groundThe moonlight's lover.2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and bathes in streams without a sound,
her lonely song lets bubbles drift
beneath the cold enshrouding mist
that leaves the house in shadows crowned.
Not here before has sunlight found
the twisting paths that curl around
this little house, they writhe and twist
on gravelled ground...
For hidden here for time unbound,
past stone and mortar, knoll and mound,
the lonely moonlight cries and sifts
in ashes left to gales shift,
for one who loved her long and proud,
on gravelled ground...
WordsWords are authority, a powerful thing.Words3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They can speak blasphemy,
they can speak of a king.
They can set a country free,
they can bring a nation to there knees.
They can build you up like a strong tower,
they can reduce you to no power.
Words are authority, a powerful thing.
They can make a demon frown,
they can make an angel sing.
Words are authority, a powerful thing.
Be HumanYou think you are a machine,Be Human3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
filled with gears that beat,
humming with breaths of electricity.
You think you are made of armor,
tough and stainless steel...
But words are like knives,
stabbing your heart and mind..
drawing blood with every slice,
and leaving you broken.
But that is okay,
you are human.
Humans feel, breathe, beat,
Humans are imperfect.. unique.
Even tin man had imperfections,
where ever was his heart?
it was a void in a empty space..
So why not turn off the machine,
and be human for one day?
You will finally see yourself in a light,
that is true and worth your sight.
Forbidden LoveIn a way you have bequeathed your heart to meForbidden Love15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Now I cannot bear to see
That tender head of black across a chest
So thin, so tiny, so perfect-- I digress;
For long hours have I stared and pitied
The lives of the lovers, the loved, the lovely;
Yet my being was overfilled with lightest relief
When I saw that mere mention of your smiling beam ---
If I had not, and here I say this with anger and passion-- If I had not--
Met you, this gentle spirit, I wouldn't have sought
An abstract satisfaction within myself;
You wouldn't see me pining away, not at all---
Yet-- ah, how the moonbeam sighs and berates---
As she accuses me of my elaborate tales---
Excuses, if you may, of why the uttermost secret
May not be transposed upon mortal ears; no soul could bear to keep it.
A Eulogy to SpockI remember that timeA Eulogy to Spock2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you stepped into that chamber
your life of the line
and you became a savior
I remember you were smart
I remember you had emotion
In your vulcan heart
To make it through the motion
I remember your greeting with your hand
something I could never do
But when I could it was quite grand
to know I could be just like you
Your suit was my color blue
and your blood was quite green
I wonder if that's true
For that could make quite the scene
to the soul I wanted to encounter
Whose intelligence made him quite stronger
I have wanted to say those words of no somber
Live long and prosper
SecretBeyond my desk is a whole new worldSecret2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All a secret of my own
No other students have seen it
So I'll always be alone.
It's fine because I like it that way
My peaceful fantasy land
Anyways, if I ever told them
They just wouldn't understand.
My heart is bruised but still unbroken
If I'm careful it will heal
For now, I will cry in the bathroom
No one can know how I feel.
WantI want you as I want my bed, before the morning call,Want23 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I want you as I want my coat, in bitter winds of fall.
I want you as the ducks want bread, even if it is stale,
I want you as the tramp wants shelter; in snow, or rain, or hail.
I want you as I want my food, when hunger makes me shake,
I want you as I want my mind; in matters, for to make.
I want you as the child wants love, and stories before bed,
I want you as the seamstress wants; the finest spool of thread.
I want you as I want my clothes, crisp like an envelope,
I want you as the lion, wants the nimble antelope.
RealisedHad you been a little butterfly,Realised1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I would have been a flower in white
Standing all time, with sunset and moonlight
Waiting to witness your endearing sight.
I notice the sky as I think of our life
And feel touches from the familiar wind
But what are missing? The answer's already carved in my mind...
So bitter and mournful that I can't even blink.
Wishes were granted and you come to me
Whether sun rays are sparkling, or there are just twinkle star
You're in front of me, on the eternal sky
But your lovely wings have flown so far.
Your smile is so bright that I am now blind.
Such delightful scent... But I can't conceive it, as you have seen.
Had I known this bond can't be woven
I wouldn't have become a flower, thirsting for you from the very vein.
Cruel FeelingI am alone in my bedCruel Feeling2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There is no way I am feeling sad
What I’d expect in the first place
When I joined in after the end of the race
Your heart is already taken
my feelings that need be forsaken
It would be beyond rude
to even think of taking your forbidden fruit
There is no way I can give up
Since I have fallen for your trap
unaware and cannot even see
of trapped prey that I came to be
It is all so cruel
this unspoken rule
of this unrequired feeling
that consumes my being
IndependenceI’m catching the bars of the Malaspina.Independence2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They’re slippery, wide, and hard to grasp.
Breaking all the rules, trying hard not to get caught.
I’m high up on the solarium, porpoises fly gracefully below,
Spent the last two days grinding the rims of my Ketchikan abode.
Had my shoulder smashed to the matt, but that’s in the past.
Petersburg’s got a literal thousand push-ups to go
Helped with a few, but time cut me in two
Independence is over,
The best life that I know:
The ferry ride’s over.
Please Hear Me. Please.Please send help because I'm choking on my own heart,Please Hear Me. Please.3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This whole world was supposed to let me make a new start.
Instead I see my own shadow pull me down and hold me,
There's no escape from this hell only I can see.
What will it take for my walls to finally collapse,
To see beyond my tinted window that's causing my relapse.
How can an innocent plan turn me down to pieces as I die,
We both knew from the start I was simply feeding myself lies.
So what more do you plan to take from this fragmented heart,
When it holds a description that holds little meaning in parts.
It's another breath I'll tell myself as I carry myself forward,
But do you really understand when I'm tired of not being heard?
Encouraged JourneyBeautiful woman I like to hold tightEncouraged Journey29 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Up in the north within the tall red trees
Everyday move forward to win the fight
Blossom feelings I hope set you free
You give me passion to move with grace
Unrealistic drive has come over me
In three years time I will see your face
Facing the unknown and try not to flee
Encouragement you beckon to my soul
Whether it by land or sea I will see you
In course I take I will not turn to coal
promise path I make to you will be true
Hope we have a future we both enjoy
Soon become one as a plan we employ
Giving UpMaybe this love really is hopeless...Giving Up6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
An unfortunate path to follow.
Perhaps it holds no real promise...
Since it's not solid but hollow.
I ask whether this love is worth,
All the sacrifice it requires.
I wonder if I have the strength,
To meet its demands and desires.
I'm so tired, I want to forget...
I ever entertained the notion,
That I knew love the instant we met...
And felt such complete devotion.
I want to extract love from my mind...
Rip these feelings from my heart.
I pray I can leave this love behind...
As if it never had a start.
© Mary Elizabeth Balderrama
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All Souls' DayA black marble stoneAll Souls' Day3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in an evergreen lawn.
Going to the graveyard
in the center of town.
Today I will see you
or pretend to have seen.
Today tearing eyes
will covet the dream.
That you are still with us
in hearth and in soul.
That you haven't left us
in though is in whole.
Nearing the graveyard
the depression kicks in.
I cannot suppress it
this I cannot win.
I sit by that stone slab
of everlasting rest.
Just sitting and pondering
of your life at its best.
Of the times that we spent
and the talks that we had.
Of when I as a small child
was driving you mad.
Then after a while
there's a breeze drifting by.
All but unheared
like a lost spirit's sigh.
That is my queue
like a solemn request,
to go home, to leave
and give the dead back their rest.