The Horror StoryMy horror should turn to grit that chokes the rusting cogs of passing breaths.The Horror Story21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It should sneak into crevice and corner until each pirouette of a clock hand crunches
a desperate death rattle into the mid-December hysteria. It should.
I want my terror to ooze into the machinery of existence and permeate the iron.
I want it to coat, and coax wheels off their axels as my mind spins out of control.
The whole world should grind it's internal organs like black pepper. To a halt.
The stars should feel the chill of my desperation and slide sluggishly down the sides of the sky
dripping burning nitrous into our eyes that in turn melt out of their sockets.
I want every subatomic particle of life itself to suddenly stop, mid sentence.
This is the way the world should fall apart.
This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends.
Not with a bang but with a resolutely maternal voice, strong as gravity, growling "Cancer."
I want the world so still that I will see the traces of the dead le
Late DecemberA beautiful day,Late December1 day ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Sunny and cool afternoon.
Falling from trees to the ground,
Time passes by on the breeze.
Brain DeadBrain dead.Brain Dead21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a realm
At this point
Has had it.
A single thing.
Too much effort.
What too much work
In the head.
All my thoughts
Trapped in space.
Not sure how to
Get through this.
ImmuneYour poisonous wordsImmune3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ones you throw at me
Useless they are
You can't hurt me
You can't break me
It's beyond your power
ArachneSpinArachne1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with your thread of words;
from an alphabet of dreams,
your skill rivaling Athena's;
the condensation of all our sighs
gets caught in your network of poetry.
reincarnationI suspect there are many more soulsreincarnation13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
than new bodies to inhabit.
I suspect there is strong competition
for each new opportunity.
I suspect that a soul must abandon
everything but it's inherent 'I'
to enter a newly fertilized egg.
I suspect that is why
we don't remember.
[about something coraajna said]
Boots.There's a certain power to be hadBoots.13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
flowering from each hit of heel and toe
against the earth, or even wood.
Growing up I envied the sound
of heels that clacked and clicked
across the school floors or the sidewalk.
My first set was hand-me-down
bought over at our sort-of Goodwill
well-worn but sturdy combat boots
They squeaked more than clicked or clacked
but I wore them everywhere
til its soul parted with the heel and I returned to Nike
Wasn't until college I found my first heeled pair
for just ten dollars on sale
knee-highs and with just the slight extra inch
They didn't click
they didn't clack
but they echoed even on my carpeted dorm floor
There's a certain type of power
in shoes like that
though a rolled ankle taught me better
It's a sort of power of confidence not easily contained
and they were stylish shoes but definitely
definitely not meant for a Utah's winter
The third pair became my favorite
a wedge heel and fur and capable of snow
and they didn't click or clack
Though ice clun
Steal A Kisscover your eyesSteal A Kiss21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
let me steal a kiss
your heart has been broken
I know you cant stop the rain
but let me try
just keep you eyes closed
I'll kiss away all your pain
The End of Days / Bad Morning BreaksSilence kills the waking dayThe End of Days / Bad Morning Breaks4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the apothecaries that try to heal the old ways,
no one can escape this fate
that is our world of growing hate.
A pity it is that we should wake
into an eternal ache
that fills our hollow bones
with sedition and retribution,
it seems that the world always owes us more than our due.
All but the few want to be kings and queens,
of the world and its means,
all of you want rebellions and changing schemes
that fit your every whim
But here you are surrounded by desks and papers
believing your words, typed on a screen,
would bring your dreams to fruition,
oh how pitiful your world seems.
VII.if only I could push the air from my throatVII.11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a way to make you melt.
didactic, in a japanese wayI.didactic, in a japanese way4 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
grab an idea and
hold onto it as tight as
you possibly can.
weave your perceptions
into singular design,
as a spider spins it's web.
(the irony is
something so terrifying
could conceive so much beauty)
it's a leap of faith,
bleeding your disposition
til the fount runs dry.
the reward is catharsis -
oh beloved concubine.
never surrender -
desire will always prevail
the worlds in words are countless,
in abandon there are none.
hidden toescat stockingshidden toes23 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
no naked feet
[a spark from ExiledGriffin ]
ORANGE...O R A N G E...ORANGE14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is a fruit
we all know this well
we peal off it's skin
then eat the fruit within
sometimes its bitter
sometimes its sweet
it smells well of an orange
it coats our fingers and
zest then drifts the air
yet we know its there
the color of leaves in the fall
its the sky before it turns night
sour, bitter and bright
a rhythmically bouncing basketball
a mix of both yellow and red
it is a burning fire’s warm glare
that pumpkin used as a scare-crow's head
that will give young kids a nightmare
it is beautiful
the perfect color that
does manage to stand out
the odd and bright one
right before the sun
hits the horizon
that warmth breath of
the early morn
wanting to fit in
left longing for
its own rhythm
nothing will ever
rhyme with orange
How My Brain Workslately I have been writing as the words hit me...sparking that fuse that makes my inside light bulb turn on...when the inspiration strike...I begin to write...I just let it all flow...sometimes my brain is "Shooken" and my thoughts seem to spin just like the "Tweeting Birds" that float around the head of a cartoon caricature right after they are hit with that falling anchor...and when that happens my flow of writing begins to change its topic in mid motion. the flow of my mind just might change its direction and some thoughts might get cut-off losing its place. just maybe there was a finder-bender up there. and you know what that means; my thoughts have to take a detour...sounds crazy right...traffic in the brain? Yes sometimes my flow of thought might have to make a U-turn and the detour begins...in my brain sometimes there are no stop signs or road maps to follow. I guess That’s why some people speak before they think...and the stupidity comes out of them... sometime when my thHow My Brain Works14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
grrrrrI won't write a song about lovegrrrrr14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It lacks appeal
I don't want to hear
what I'm not allowed to feel
And I won't write a poem about friendship
Why bother to rhyme
or waste more time
on enforced losses
And I certainly won't write
Why get into hating
what I can't stop craving
So, I won't write
No, I just won't write
at all (throws keyboard into wall)
PURPLE... P U R P L E ...PURPLE16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
is everywhere we go
it always stands out
like a mid-night sky
it is found in many flowers
and has over a thousand shades
it is most beautiful when worn
on the breast of queens
or hearts for soldiers used
it is the color worn by royalty
or the color of a bruise
it is a dark cascading color
an effortless flow of memory
and gentle goodnight kisses
yet not even the warmest lips
can make the color come back
from purple lips numb from the cold
sun sets sometimes they're purple
other times they're gold
every day it's different
or so I've been told
they peak over the water
and dance in remains
when the sun goes down
the color seldom stays
its not quite red but closer to blue
... P U R P L E ...
such a lovely color wouldn't you agree?
Six Christmas SpecialsOn the sixth day of ChristmasSix Christmas Specials16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
My true love gave to me
My favorite characters
Around a Christmas tree
Putting up ornaments
And fancy feasts
Scrooges in disguise
Those whom are grumpy
Aren't all bad guys
Getting with there families
Sometimes just their friends
Giving someone a Christmas wish
To make their heart triple in size
On the sixth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Six Christmas specials
Four shopping trips
Three time ghosts
Two weeks holiday
A chorus of Christmas melodies
Day 4 Prompt (Prompts for Pizza)"It was time to destroy beauty."Day 4 Prompt (Prompts for Pizza)21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beauty lies in all,
In every living being, big or small
In the midnight stars glittering in an ebony sky
And in the lush green trees that love to catch your eye
Beauty shows us our purpose, our passion
It shows it self in a very unique fashion
They say true beauty is found on the inside
But why should it have to hide?
Beauty's complexities are so perplexing
And I find it very vexing...
If true beauty is on the inside, is the outside fake?
Such ponderings I must forsake!
I cannot apprehend beauty any more,
This topic is becoming very abhor!
For now I am all out of spirit
Beauty? I think I'll destroy it.
Not MeIn the endNot Me23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
You finally got
What you deserved
It was not me
Fishy DreamsThere once was no worrimentFishy Dreams15 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
For all, I had was yet to be
Set upon the world,
With an open heart awaiting to be seen
And every question made
Was not, the end of the line for me
As once one was over,
My mind's racing off forever to be free
Stars onto the sky!
And every night,
I slept with the light above
While nothing would move
As far I could prove
But to wonder was the deepest thing I love
Requital of spice!
To colour the vice,
That holds what I am today
But back in the past
When nothing would last
Regret was a word I had not learned to say
A fish in the river swims
Inside, and not around the blue
The world is one shade,
With the semblance of the one life that it knew
To leap out and drink the air
Is not, an action one does with ease
As strange as it sounds,
The best of bars are ones we do not see
I walked with my pride!
High as a kite,
And climbed further than I fell
As water will make
The steps that I take
Seem as weightless as the dreams I have to tell
The surface is thin!
ExtollMy umbrella of self-doubtExtoll2 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Can’t withstand the hailstorm of kindness
You shower on me daily.