Digging deeperOh, my dearest little fluttershy-Digging deeper2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
caught in every, little lie.
Standing there and playing dumb.
Dear, let the drama just be done.
Shut your mouth and let things die-
no one cares now if you cry.
You've turned your back on pals-
made your reputation run far south.
People now are getting mad-
over all these claims you've had.
Stop the fighting, stop the crap.
Before you wind up getting slapped.
Who will wind up on ED?
Its in your future- that I see.
Keep things up and make it clear-
you belong in rants my dear.
Your digging deeper with your lies.
Probably thinking that your sly.
Well my dear that's just not true.
Keep it up, your reputations through.
Now my dear I must digress.
Please let all this drama rest.
If not then you can't blame me.
When you wind up on ED.
FieldA ruffle in the canolaField3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Clover calm with quiet
Accentuated gusts of voice
That whispered world be silent
Heaven in the stem and crown
Kingdom wide with furrowed ground
That where we worked and could relax
Between the twain pastel expanse
Lethargy caused cuts nor harm
To pass a burst of colour warm
As rosy memories forgave
To leave of me in single day
Bowed and blanketed
A wave a vessel cannot ship
Winds to turn their heads away
So I will not again be with
A hill as shallow as the set
The resting fire glowed through hearts
The rows of flowers that we grew
Seem so absent since our part
Heaven capsuled in each grace
Like gems we sifted from the place
Where not the sand or ash of age
Could let forget the time we played
Calm as children in their sleep
Cannot see my silent weep
As rosy memories have slipped
Between a silent set of lips
Cradled in the curve of night
A sweetness in the air
Hide bitterness as see you go
On the twilight ship you bear
Dew covered skin.Roll in the emerald grass of the spring prairie,Dew covered skin.3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
let the morning sun sink into your skin,
raise your cheekbones,
and lift your mouth.
Cleanse your mood with the soft-smooth of the morning dew,
and kiss yourself with the cheerful yell of your forgotten laugh.
Dance like you once did.
Smile like you once did.
Cover yourself with the smoothest of skin,
and shake your wings that were ridden with sin.
....i awoke...thoughts of golden haze.3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
morning song; curtains in serenade
tacit breeze; shadows parting ways
melody of dream, in tantric shade
Old Lady TigerxOld Lady Tiger2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Old lady tiger
Cat sleeps in my bed.
She's hunting the dreams
That run in her head.
Curled up on my arm,
Her chin and her paws
Tell me the stories
Of times she once saw.
She wakes with a start!
Then she relaxes
And calms her old heart.
Dream dangers escaped,
She falls back to sleep.
Hunting down her lives
Out there in the deep.
Her graceful decline
Is ever more steep.
Old lady tiger,
I surely will weep.
pilgrimageif there had been a voicepilgrimage1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the quiet had burned it.
there is a distance to
be crossed behind your closed
eyes and no hands to guide
only a voicelessness
somewhere a god is
longing to be heard
unseen and unlit
but for the temple
of your dark clasped hands
and you both long
for a wild beast
who walks to you
and who still
GoneA blur of purple Nothing else can be seenGone3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A voice in the distance The only thing to break the silence
Memories fading &
Monday MadnessI can't seem to findMonday Madness2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For this repeating
Don't get me wrong
It's not like Summer Sadness
It's rather more
Like bitter Monday Madness
Instead of feeling down
With my heart a Cerulean
There are mixed feelings
To me it's a Viridian
I'm so sick of Monday
As its cold aura surrounds me
I feel mentally trapped
Confused as I can ever be
I don't know if you're a wiz-
If you get what I'm trying to say
Maybe that's what Monday is
Or maybe I'm just crazy today
This ongoing torment
That continues to augment
I try to circumvent
But in the end, it leaves me feeling
Apologies To the girl:Apologies3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm sorry if my voice was bitter when you left,
The only reason it sounded like that was because,
I could see every bit of colour fade from the air,
It was because everything that once was full...
Is now bare.
To the reader:
I'm sorry my soul has been absent as of late,
My blood is without vigor, so my pen is without ink,
I'm sorry you are forced to listen to this dreary fable,
I can not think nor can I write, I simply...
Am not able.
Mittagsschein im WasserwaldDie Gräser, in bedächt'ger Stille,Mittagsschein im Wasserwald5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Orchestriert durch seichten Wind,
Rauschen nach der Böen Wille
Um das luftumspülte Kind.
Bäume, die Grimassen schneiden,
Winden sich zum Licht empor
Und strecken über flachen Weiden
Taubedeckte Äste vor.
Kleine Fellknäuel huschen leise
Durchs Geäst und feuchten Grund,
Am Rande einer Blütenschneise,
Eines Blumenteiches bunt.
Das Kind, umrahmt von hellen Strahlen,
Fließt wie Wasser durch das Meer,
Des so grün, wie nie zu malen,
Wogend, warmen Kräuterheer.
Ihre Wangen, fast wie Muscheln,
Sind wie Kreide auf dem Stein,
Ragend überm Sträuchertuscheln,
In der Flut des Mittagsschein.
Blass-durchnässte Haare fallen
In der Sonne auf das Kleid
Und legen sich, mit Flattern, Wallen,
Auf den Mund, der wortlos schreit.
Und der Wasserwald liegt trocken,
Dürre zehrt den Zephyrfluss,
Denn wenn die Abendschimmer locken,
Haucht das Kind den Todeskuss.
I - MaigesangWenn alle meine WorteI - Maigesang5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in stiller Andacht schweigen
und lang verschlossne Orte,
sich meinem Herzen zeigen,
erklingen alte Lieder,
die unvergänglich sind,
in neuer Weise wieder,
im sanften Maienwind.
Bedeutungslos wird dann,
der Nachtigallen Sang,
denn süßer hebt sich an,
der Liebe reiner Klang.
Und alle meine Sinne,
sie sehnen sich nach dir,
der einen wahren Minne,
nach dem erträumten wir.
Randomness.: Randomness :.Randomness1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One little mare,
Without a care,
That she'd never truly be,
And would rather drink tea.
With a pink bee,
Who couldn't see,
That in reality she was a mule,
Used by man as a simple tool.
But in her own mind,
By which she was bind,
She saw herself as a galliant warrior,
Or perhaps a couragous, swift courier.
She dreamed of more,
To no longer be poor,
Working for the farmer as a draft-beast.
She dreamed of kings and great feast.
But the calico mule was a silly little mongrel,
Who could scarcely tell apart from love and kill.
One little mare, One insane, little mare who lived without the slightest care,
That she was out of her mind, and born of a father donkey and mother horse fair.
For GloryFor Glory3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Written by ChristheZorua
Making my way inside the ring
All dressed in shorts and ready for battle
I noticed a creature twice my size
Just hearing his walk made my ears rattle
His name was Bowser, the Koopa king
He roared and held a stance of fury
The announcer yelled “Go!” and the fight had started
I had to prove myself in front of a jury
Bowser made the first attack, swiping his claws
I swiftly dodged his attacks and countered back
He never even budged. I could tell I was done for.
Until I found his weak spot. Time to attack.
I landed a fast blow to his face
And I jabbed back without fail
I finished him with a thrash of punches
But off the ground, he did not sail
He drop kicked me, and I flew off the stage
I screamed in pain as the announcer yelled “K.O!”
Bowser roared in victory, I had been defeated.
Doc Luis said, “You’ll get him next time, champ. You’ll land the K.O.”
ReversedI love the lies.Reversed1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I harness them in my mind
So I can live a better life
And smile before I die.
Rise and SetYou wrapped razor strings around yourselfRise and Set1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like kite strings to hand off to strangers
Without regard for balance or poise,
And they’d fall and pull you apart,
Didn’t you know you’d be spilling blood?
Or did you really think you were solid and gray,
with stones where your organs go
And static spilling out of your brain,
A billion pieces dropped around your bedroom,
You can’t get yourself together enough to even fall asleep,
Shallow pools of air filling cracks and potholes,
Pavement lying broken between the sheets,
You wiped down the walls with clothes and blankets,
Now you wear money and textbooks outside,
Ignoring tombstones that litter your back
In memory of the parts that got lost or died,
You sometimes fancy yourself a statue
Or a brick wall standing against the wind,
Today you’re thin as fall leaves, and pallid as snowfall,
Sweating yourself awake but not getting out of bed
When you rise you’re a planet,
Beneath skin and nerves you’re burnin
O Poeta das ErasO Poeta das Eras2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Enviado a mil mundos, mil missões,
Eu fui a seta curva e melindrosa
Que furou, como o espículo da rosa,
O carmesim dos céus e vastidões.
Convidado por mil anfitriões
Para aos seus atos dar ao verso e à prosa,
Fui visita esperada e decorosa,
Alvo eterno de ternas saudações.
Contemplai-me, divino, a levantar
E dar-vos versos novos, contemplai-me
E adorai quem viveu em mil esferas!
Agora sou as vozes de Ankhaitar
E do homem conhecido como Jaime...
Sou todos os poetas pelas eras!
Light Within the WaterEverything in life was once a fine-printed book. I began to think, though, about life, about depression, and whatever was before had a deteriorating title, and I saw a prolong war that should be over. I had smiled. I had laughed. I had loved more than I ever could before, but I still burned in the water. I was drowning and sinking, but I was still alive. Beneath the water and under the flames, I cried.Light Within the Water6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Water suffocated me,
But I was breathing fine.
I opened my eyes and began to see
I was scorched down to my bone, where they were even damaged. My heart throbbed excruciatingly as I sank further and further. However, I stayed alive. The likelihood of me still breathing should be to zero, but here I am, doing that, wishing to die.
My presence is pointless.
Why am I in this world?
I’m only worthless.
Why do I remain lingering in this world?
My arms floated before me. I slightly turned as if I was diving into the water. My hair swarmed around me and I continued to see the sh
Book MagicRunning my fingers along the spinesBook Magic5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Looking for titles that catch my eye
I finally find one, alone and old
Although dusty, the title is bold
I begin to read, scarfing up words
Flipping the pages so fast it's a blur
Soon I'm no longer in this world
But in another that has been unfurled
In a place that is undefined
Which is simply called my mind
Got me smiling.The air plays the notes of a grand piano,Got me smiling.5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the ground erupts with the tapping of a drum,
my face lifts like a kite snared in the wind,
I have finally made it,
you finally got me smiling.
The Siren of the ClockIn the city of Bears and Arcades,The Siren of the Clock1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where geraniums stare down and mock,
I saw the Black Dial of My Heartbeat
And the Barefoot Siren of the Clock.
She sat by the Time-Bell-Tower
And the sun tambourine did she play,
And her music was the sunrise
That heralds a cheery day.
Her braids bore the scent of Afric,
Her breath was the wind of the Alps,
Her toes braved the hoary stone
As she rolled her magical waltz.
Her sun tambourine cried of sorrow,
Her sun tambourine sang of bliss,
Chaining me like a Faerie summons,
Charming me like the first kiss.
My coin fell into her basket,
She looked at me and smiled,
And the waltz that was haunting and languid
Had become livid and wild.
It cut through my heart like a dagger,
Burned me like the Sun above,
And soothed the pain thus inflicted
Like a newfound love.
But the Black Dial of My Heartbeat,
Inlaid with the Curse of the Gnome,
Banished the guile of the Music
And sternly commanded: Go home!
But the Bears and the Arcades remain,
And the blood-red geran
WanderlustHe gave to me an old map of the world,Wanderlust14 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The bygone letters that spelled countries' names
Still lingered on my fingertips, a print
Of former times and places, long ago
Were the dreams he chased, in night and in day.
And off to sleepLittle fellow, little brain,And off to sleep5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I hate to say this, but dear, you're a pain!
So calm and passive during most of the day,
but as soon as night strikes, you're off and away.
Rambling, babbling, losing night's sleep;
why not concentrate on counting some sheep?
One sheep, two sheep.. Oh, this is no use.
Why me, little brain? You silly goose!
Daylight's approaching, and why, I'm still awake!
Oh, really, brain. I want to sleep! What does it take?
I've got some blankets, some pillows, and a nice little bed.
But what am I doing? Why, talking to my head!
Anyhow, it's no use anymore. Morning's here.
Better get ready and dressed, brain, you hear?
Yes . . . yes, better get . . get dressed . . .
Oh, in five minutes . . . I'm . . I'm getting sleepy. . very. . . who would have guessed?
The poetry was modernThe poetry was modern, layered, cool,The poetry was modern4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like linen: rough yet effortlessly smooth.
The words were like a beach chair at the pool
On which a half-dressed man reposed, uncouth.
He told me ugly things, as if I’d missed
The century just past and needed hell
Rehearsed again, a passion play that hissed
And cursed, and that was all he had to sell.
I took the linen, bleached it clean, then dyed
It aqua, peach and gray, and let it flow
Across the legs of pretty women eyed
Like does, with tawny skin, and curves to show.
His poetry was modern, layered, cool,
But I wrote aqua words and left his pool.
MysteryOn rushing thermals hidden from the eyeMystery3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The eagle soars, and who could know its way?
In circling, swooping, or in gliding high,
Its sojourn stretches on throughout the day.
A mystery too deep to fully say:
The way an eagle flies up in the sky.
In crags too cavernous to truly map
By anything except the rattlesnake,
It sidewinds til it finds a proper gap
To slither in, and gives its tail a shake.
The way a snake crawls on a rock, perhaps,
Is quite the mystery too hard to break.
As waves rock past, and breezes high up blow,
Its creaking timbers amble towards the shore.
And borne by currents in their unseen flow,
The wanderlust of mankind can explore
The mystery. I cannot claim to know
The way of ships on sea, by sail and oar.
Is it in sparkling eyes that melt the heart
Or grace in words that paint her fair in fair?
Regardless how a romance finds its start
Or end, the way two souls unite to share,
The way of men and maidens, how they fare
In love or hate is mystery in art.