Some Broken PeopleSome broken people can hurt you without thoughtSome Broken People5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But believe me when I say it’s not their fault
With an open wound as delicious as yours
It would be a shame not to rub in the salt
So why do you insist on shaking that girl
Do you like playing the martyr on your knees?
Acting like you’re a paragon of purity
Well today that purity feels ripe for disease
Some broken people cry not knowing what for
Have sympathy as they weren’t born with black hearts
Like you and I they have grey matter in their brain
But their thoughts are a great distance from dark
So why do you insist on hitting that girl
When she stopped feeling many blue moons ago?
A waste of energy, like her wasted breath
When she told you that her safe word was ‘no’
Some broken people lash out without warning
At those close to them that they hold most dear
Trying to fight away those armed with feelings
Yet at the same time wishing that they were near
So why do you insist on leaving that girl?
The Beauty of the Blank PageSome people will see the blank pageThe Beauty of the Blank Page4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As comparable to the most dreadful curse
But I see it as potential
To write in my own words the perfect verse
And though this is yet to happen
The promise will always remain right there
Like a newborn leaving the womb
As they take their first breath of fresh air
Some people will see the blank page
As a reason or excuse to give in
But every great literary work
Needed a scribbled first word to begin
Seeds of a thought that blossom
Thoughts that bloom in to an idea
The page slowly becomes your friend
As the reason you’re writing becomes clear
Some people will see the blank page
As their familiar adversary
As difficult to run away from
As the hardest to forget memory
But like those unwanted memories
It eventually will have to be faced
Don’t hide away from the hollow
And with words the blank page will be replaced
I WishI wish I wish I wish I had a thousand years to liveI Wish2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
for if I had this wish I wished I'd have much more to give
I wish I wish I wish this world would learn to live in peace
for if I had this wish I wished all mindless wars would cease
I wish I wish I wish all children had a ma and pa
for if I had this wish I wished sweet love would be the law
I wish I wish I wish that I could fly a ship to Mars
for if I had this wish I wished I'd travel to the stars
I wish I wish I wish all people loved their brother true
for if I had this wish I wished no one would e'er feel blue
I wish... I wish...
well, maybe someday
Who says you can't play on broken strings?Allow me to playWho says you can't play on broken strings?4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on the strings
of your broken heart
to prove to you
that the melody
of your soul
TnM - Reincarnation of Love PROLOGOHace tiempo atrás hubo dos hermanastros los cuales eran unos grandes inventores, su imaginación era fascinante con ella podían lograr lo que deseaban, con unas herramientas lograban cualquier cosa, crecieron en una aldea pequeña conocida actualmente como Danville o Área Limítrofe, en aquel tiempo la aldea no tenía nombre, ambos crecieron junto a un bosque místico, virgen en todo sentido; algunos decían que en el bosque existía seres mágicos, claro que quienes les decían eso eran los locos de la aldea.TnM - Reincarnation of Love PROLOGO5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Phineas y Ferb eran los inventores del pueblo, ninguno de los dos era mal recibido en la aldea ambos hacían que cada día fuera extraordinario, su sueño era que su aldea tuviera los últimos avances claro sin quitar la diversión, en sus inventos diarios siempre eran ayudados por un joven furioso y de mal carácter (Buford), un joven amante de la ciencia y de la escuela (Baljeet), y una señorita de
ClairvoyantI am not ashamed of my demonsClairvoyant1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And neither of my flaws
I have got my simple reasons
The ones on which I can gnaw
I'm not haunted by perfection
That is not what I seek
I prefer real affection
I favour being a freak
I am me not your vision
I can live how I want
I don't need your permission
You are no clairvoyant
Breathe AgainHath they quaverBreathe Again5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By any other sway but West
For its fallen brother
I would have taken
Far from mistaken
The beads of sweat from rest
Crackle bones lost milk of mother
Departed as the bending sigh
The one that bred its daughter lie
So seed can bloom with mindful bride
Shed off the blissful slumber
Would golden blaze
Be unlike the brass war-chains
In low remains
Whilst weight shift in its wake
Tell moving breath
Out come its wealth
And not the founding of its pains
Slip from sightless
Gloss a cover of unknowing
No wisp of remorse or remiss
But metal shifts
And opened rifts
Divide an ocean outgrowing
Emblazoned even if in dark
I shall hark
Precious dull that beckons breathe
Even if restrained
Will not let waned
How earthen dreams have left their mark
If I could see
Old ones with minds of gilded time
Would it shine
And make pearls out of shapeless sea
Take their age
Befit a sage
To wrap this darkened world with light
Necessary Incognito [Over Tea] There's teaNecessary Incognito [Over Tea]5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For you, there's tea for me.
There well may be
A cup for three.
Pardon me, but shall we
Confound the violence
Perceived in silence?
baby blue starsOdin's son,baby blue stars5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on the other side of midnight,
beneath these cliffs, a
rhapsody in blue
and dandelion wine--
the fallen star
the age of innocence
and sad lullabies
waiting for peter pan.
Forgotten SeasYou know how you sometimes feelForgotten Seas3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the dead butterflies?
It's winter again,
roses and doves
are one word-spikes,
the power within.
the AyeAyes have itstatic mosquitos:the AyeAyes have it5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
are thoughts in windy weather.
we cannot create
the price of popularity--
a pile of exiled leaves,
kindness and its hurts.
Sound of a Silent GoodbyeI am haunted by the silenceSound of a Silent Goodbye10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of our last goodbye.
Our final kiss was guidance
For the hardest goodbye I can’t deny.
The look in those eyes
Showed how difficult it was for you,
As if you were watching my demise.
I thought I was, too.
The sound of the silence
Was more than I could stand.
But I waited through the intangible violence,
Tearing passed the current moment unplanned.
I always thought the silence made a sound.
I wasn’t for sure until what happened now.
With the stare we shared, a little hissing became profound.
The thoughts rumbled in rage, which I had to allow.
There was pain in my chest.
There was sorrow in my mind.
I could have easily guessed.
Depression was the cause of me being confined.
The sound of a silent goodbye
Developed a sad being within me
That will forevermore scream until I die.
My capability of ever stopping it, I can’t foresee.
A silent goodbye has an everlasting sound,
A sound only heard to its host.
It constantly has a rebound,
Which will mak
Back to Status QuoEyes down, eyes downBack to Status Quo2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
keep those bloody eyes down.
Unsquare your shoulders,
hunch them well,
and don't you make a sound.
Do not offer your assistance,
but be sure to keep your distance
Posture? Slumped and broken
try to shrink
or be skewered on the lance.
Walk Inside My HeartTake a walk inside my heartWalk Inside My Heart3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where it's warm and never rains
Where the rhythmic beat caresses
And it washes away your pains
The view is always perfect
The sheets are always clean
There are never any lines
And people are never mean
It'll shield you from the world
And take the brunt of force
Where you never feel sadness
And there's no need to feel remorse
Come take a walk inside my heart
Where you will mean the world to me
Take a walk inside my heart
Where you'll live for eternity
Ocean of HeartsOcean of Hearts4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Atlantis holds mysteries,
As mystery of a heart unfolds
Deep sea petals blue and gold
A lapis tapestry oblation to love.
For love has built these dreams
Of vast diastrophic means
The mean of which we've forgot
That to remember is forgiveness.
Garner such pearls in hand
A hand to demystify the truth
introverted ghosts and silenceswinter-child,introverted ghosts and silences5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i would have called you peter
if you were kinder--
this crime is for the gods,
a paper trail,
an end to boys like joseph:
in the white light, we blossom
desert flowers, pipe-dreams
between now and regret.
In a World of SinI live in a world that fills me with devastation,In a World of Sin12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Because we're pressured into having acceptance,
For the morally incorrect regulations,
And we go with the crowd with no repentance.
I live in a world that leads us to our demise,
Because most of us cannot distinguish,
God's wonderful blessings from Satan's lies,
And we're told God's nonexistent and to relinquish.
I live in a world where we praise in our institutions,
But some of us do not find the true loving God,
We heavily breathe in the deadly pollution,
And receive no help, even as a known fraud.
I live in reality where we embrace sin in the culture,
And we're told not to care about the end results,
Most teach the youth it's great to be a lustful adulterer,
And we don't speak the truth, so we must also take fault.
I want to live in a world where we're not afraid,
To speak the truth like we should be,
And might possibly for it end up in the grave,
But only physically, not spiritually.
I want to live to the day where we want no more,
Overseer - AcrosticOverseer, I am dubbed, a witness of all.Overseer - Acrostic2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bearer of brains unrivaled,
Safe keeper of secrets untold,
Eyes wide as our Earth,
Reading the lines of life, I am.
No being can bewilder me;
Granted pure clairvoyance, I was.
Always keeping watch,
Life as an astral entity,
Looking for knowledge without recess, I do.
Where the Road ForkedWhere the Road ForkedWhere the Road Forked2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The road to Evermore is long
And hard and filled with stones
Along this road stand towering pines
And willows with long and heavy vines
Underneath, 't is never known,
Who or what may be found
Most passers-by would simply leave them alone
Then take the trouble or the time
The road carries on for three hundred yards
And at the junction the road forks to the north and east
'T is believed that the paths at the fork are just as hard
They must be lined with stones at least
Well I have journeyed to that point
To find a solitary bungalow
But the way wearied me so I could not walk in
Although I feign would have done
And the sky was dark with clouds and there blew a heavy wind
So I looked for a moment and walked on
I would choose another day to go
Of ferns I seeWith fringed tips I seeOf ferns I see2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of verdant nature's glorious gift of life
Leafy tips sway from wind
Music for mental healthI put my headphone oneMusic for mental health3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Listen to nice tone
Not listening to the bad news
Of what I am going through
I don’t want to hear
About war and disease
I don’t want to hear
About what will kill me
Let the music set me free
Of bitter sweet symphony
Of the sound of melody
To forget about my disability
Blocking out the world that don’t understand
To the sound that make me dance
Freeing myself from within
For music is my medicine.
My MinesRain into the eves flow downMy Mines1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The surrogate decline
While bubble by the entering
Veins of gypsum window
Stay affixed by mine
And pursue while I pointed leave
The blue underneath
Masked a coursing guise
Whittled off a simple branch
One bud small as the tear
Still mother's hair before its time
To weathered dully glow
Buoy in a sinking fear
One child's wail far
Flow down into the whirling yawn
With blue ropes ready bear
My simple say is silent stalked
By dredged comeuppance will
First droplets tumble off the reed
Then rest in lining scroll
Roots mined until their packs have fill
Once one shine prejudice
The stolen difference be borne
Out with the welling sail
The StudentsWith people all around me I can't help but look onThe Students5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Watching them as they make their way to a new dawn
I can't help but notice a few unsure
As if they need a clear path brochure
But my message will remain the same
So that they have no basis to blame
To continue to make them forge their path
Because they must learn through logic and math
I tell these students so they may prepare
So they will avoid an education needing repairs
With caution I see they will excel
But it may be too early to tell
With Clear VisionI cast my eyes to the senseless boutWith Clear Vision5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Viewing the whole as I see the doubt
Looking past at the senseless squabble
The leader's clarion call that's audible
On some the call rests on blocked ears
The ugly head of ignorance rears
As all of our backs are turned to our past
Our state of mind are with dice cast
With isolation from our illusion
Our vision is blocked from the solution
Only with clarity of realization
Will we see with a sense of lamentation
That we still have time for amends
So that we will retain the bond of friends