Contradictory Suicide LetterIf you’re reading this…Contradictory Suicide Letter4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dear everybody throughout the years,
I’m trying my best to write this through tears.
All I want to say is I have finally conquered my fears.
It’s time for me to close my ears
And start up my gears.
I’m leaving everything behind.
Today marks a new adventure to find
What I wanted when I was confined—
Life is telling me to unwind,
For today starts my peace of mind.
So, I’m putting away what harmed me.
All my knives and all their words; I’ll be set free.
I’ve gone through fires of the Hell that I couldn’t flee
Until I saw my own foggy breath and fell into the sea,
Where quickly enough I began to plea.
I’m going to let go of my life and start anew,
Correcting my mistakes and undo
What I have caused that wasn’t true.
So, I would like to thank you
For helping me get through—
There’s no point in me being miserable
When I have everything in my grasp and it’s unbreakable.
Practicing DeathWhat are we really doing during those nights?Practicing Death4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What are these dreams that cloud our sights?
The world is still and quiet while we rest
Our minds wander far off under the crest
A low steady rhythm flows through our bodies
We're at peace as we dream through our stories
Some of them are beautiful, nothing can compare
And some are very horrible, a long nightmare
We see both worlds as we are practicing death
It sometimes wake us, shortening our breath
When we're awake, we are revived from the day before
And finally at the end of the day, we "die" once more
We practice death every night, a routine
Going into our imaginary afterlife, foreseen
So why are we so afraid of accepting fate?
We've been practicing death up to this date
SenseDarkness stalks with impassioned gazeSense5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Coaxing sense, in sensuous haze
Undressing night, its shadow plays
Along shoreline curves, provoking waves
ContainersBy glass or by clayContainers1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On the surf of open dreamt
Would quest in endless solitary
Wherever the winds have swept
By dark or by night
With the stripes of light abreast
Reflections match their change
In time to lay with buried best
By wave or by calm
Left to stare with vision plain
Veils of the stars could hide
While slumber drift from ebbing vein
By clash or by cast
Crash with monstrous betray
Out amongst the arms to span
Flung a lost betoken away
By whole or by some
With something gone to deep
Eyes cannot forgive their deeds
And in the painful quiet weep
By rain or by breaths
Of praying keel grant to its tone
To voyage on a lonely road
Hold them up on broken bones
By long or by forever
Come to find a field of wonder
To see the varied gathering
Curious sets of container
AutumnAutumn1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Written by ChristheZorua
Winter may have its cold embrace
Spring can jump into the seasonal bliss
Summer also has its warmth
But Autumn doesn’t even miss
With the falling leaves and cool skies
Autumn doesn’t hold its cries
For when the people unite as one
Autumn knows to get the job done
People may argue, “It’s Fall, not Autumn!”
Those people are doubled and corrected as such
But when the situation is glorified in a brace of manner
Autumn is a season that can really matter
LoveNothing is more painfulLove5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nothing so elating
Nothing quite so simple
Yet ever complicating
Love's the source of so much pain
And near all my suffering
But still my greatest reason
For rising each morning
It can bring two souls so close together
Or tear their lives apart
Move mountains and seas asunder
Or build walls around the heart
Love will bring you to your knees
Taking life not its to give
Make death seem like the answer
But still love is why you live
Love will make me fly
Then love will make me pay
Love is why I cry
And I wouldn't have it another way
E' questoÈ questo continuo tramontoE' questo6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
che non produce mai sera
a rendere le anime sole?
A Letter Written for My LoveLet me write this in a letter,A Letter Written for My Love1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For I can say it better
When the words that I write
Always come out right
Whenever my fingers are ready
And the words come out steady.
So, here I spill the truth
Of my fading youth
From that little girl you knew
And loved very dearly as we grew
Together and forever,
Like we promised every day and ever.
I can’t say it anymore simply:
I love you wholeheartedly.
You were different the day I met you.
I could envision us together, something new,
Although I was entangled with thorns
Of poisonous roses upon Satan’s horns.
Then did I escape his wrath
To fall onto a new path,
Where we would find each other
And you would soon show me wonder
In the bright colors you knew
Decades before I understood this one hue.
I could expand this poem
By writing about the heavenly syndrome
Of the colors and that hue,
But, of course, I’d rather speak about you
And how you managed to keep me sane,
Easily washing away the pain.
So, let me finish writing
GliscorGliscor3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Written by ChristheZorua
Gliding high in the sky
Living the dream
Ivory plays inside his head
Saving grace from the skylights
Can this creature fly at all?
Or is it just a glider in disguise?
Realization is his key to success
ConsultationConspiracies have strange facesConsultation11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Coins that spin in the air
From a fingernail dirtied grave
And a resting body in fear
Nuance drive the smoke to breathe
Wispy promises ensure
That all can be foretold ere long
The latency draws to a blur
A stack of strange words written plain
Read by mouths that speak no sounds
But the future missed its day
Abacus with beads of bone
Weights with hollow insides lean
To chains as frail of lines of heart
Between the table edge's scene
Bought and traded by the tide
Wash to blue-eyed skies of none
Save what they say will be ahead
Under the light of the same sun
Methods in the spells of old
Forgot the half of what to say
Left a captain a broken wheel
Spinning in circles far away
Hopes hath died between their hands
Paths in strange directions lead
By the lessons no one can know
Unless the fall lost from their greed
GratitudeGratitude1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Written by ChristheZorua
Shaymin, with two formes that connect
You are wonderful for generosity and respect
For you give people smiles all around
And you touch the sky and the clouds abound
Gracidea helps you find inner peace
For when you feel the flower, your forme repeats
And the glorious skies clear clouds of destruction
Protecting you from horrible obstruction
When your flowers bloom, and the battle is over
Everyone knows one thing is true
The gratitude you produce is overwhelmingly best
And it is time for you to take a nice, long rest
For when the next day arrives
And you feel ready to begin the day
Your friends will be right beside you
Cheering you all the way
My RiverRiver whispers my nameMy River4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Patiently caressing my toes
Sparkling like a multi-layer sapphire ribbon
Its heart hiding a titanic strength
Granting comfort to its community
Without favour its denisons live and die
Mesmerises me, letting a troubled mind drift
Drift downstream unto the sea
Its moves to its own rhythmic melody
Sometimes fast bludgeoning fierce
Collecting trash and treasure
In equal measure
Trickling lonely under the hot summer sun
Protects me and prevents me
In equal measure it gives and takes
Barrier, larder, battlement, playground
Fighting for survival in a ruthless world
Where the careless, the ambivalent and selfish
Take, remove, vandalise and manipulate.
Too soon my sweet river will be lost to me
An ancient earth carving to be studied
To be wondered
Who took its soul and substance without thought
Another casual negligence
Stealing peace from tomorrow
Stealing sustenance for today
She Learned to FlyLet us sit and I'll tell you of the timeShe Learned to Fly1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My daughter learned to fly,
From when I swung her in my arms
And the air was filled with her joyous cries,
To when I would catch her against my chest
And feel her heart beat in rhythm with mine,
To when she stood on that ledge
And swore that it was her time,
From when I last saw her would be our last Goodbye
And she asked me, "Would you catch me, mother, if i were to fly?"
To which I responded, "Yes, I will catch you in my arms
And hold you against my chest."
Let us sit and I'll tell you of the time
My daughter was laid to rest.
My RhymesI am a patient mother fuckerMy Rhymes5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I deal with so much shit
I listen to 'em swear like truckers
Wondering if God is legit
I keep it inside
I reckon I'll explode
But I continue to stride
Down this pointless road
I listen to your crap
I comfort you when you cry
But you don't care when I write a rap
Or when I spit my rhymes
That's why I rap with venom
Instead of sugar coated shit
When you hear it it's like sucking on a lemon
I know you can't take the hit
One day I'll get famous
And you can suck my dick
I'll kick your ass to Uranus
Coz my rhymes are that slick
One day I'll get on stage
Mouth to the mic
Busting badass beats full of rage
So angry my words could start a fight
I'll be known around the world
For the way I blow off steam
People will know my raps
From here to Liechtenstein
One day I'll forget you
Haha but you won't forget me
My face is unavoidable
Coz I'm on every magazine
Mystika Pera (Paradelle)Mystika PeraMystika Pera (Paradelle)1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Going beyond a world of people and ground
Going beyond a world of people and ground.
Above the sky; where exists unusual things
Above the sky; where exists unusual things.
Unusual people and things beyond
A world exists a sky above; the ground.
Deep; inside the universe
Deep; inside the universe.
Where the unknown is not disclosed
Where the unknown is not disclosed.
Where the universe is not disclosed
Inside the unknown deep beyond.
Where all lay the stars and nebulae
Where all lay the stars and nebulae.
And planetary secrets; and mysteries are
And planetary secrets; and mysteries are.
Lay all planetary mysteries and secrets
And where the stars and nebulae are.
The unknown exists beyond; going
Where the planetary mysteries
Disclosed. Secrets deep beyond; and inside.
A universe is where stars and nebulae
All lay. World above the sky and ground.
Where the unusual things, not of people are.
Ramblings of a Lost and Loveless GirlI don't know how to write these feelings.Ramblings of a Lost and Loveless Girl6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don't know how to rhyme their meanings.
I don't know how to withdraw my past doings.
I don't know how to apologize for all my leavings.
I do know how to keep you from straying,
How keep you from weighing
All the scenarios that we've been playing
The affection we had constantly portraying
What we kept hidden always alluring
The trouble from us conjoining.
We’ll hate each other until the day we die,
But I can’t help it, I’ll always try
To keep you with me without a prolong goodbye.
It’s not so simple pleasing a dry eye
When I’m the one to always cry —
I can’t help it; I won’t deny
That this is my fault until the day we die.
Forgive me or not,
I won’t think a single thought,
As we struggle through this very plot
And we can only see the love we once caught.
I don’t know how to end this clearly.
I don’t know how to say I’m sorry sincerely.
Our WeirdnessWeirdness,Our Weirdness4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A myth designed to believe that there is something,
More than normal,
Normal doesn't exist in fact,
We're all unique and must keep that intact,
For I can be like you,
But I won't be you,
I can't be you,
I'm not him either,
And you're not her,
Our differences align in separate patterns,
It's like saying you're Pluto,
He's Bruno Mars,
She's Venus Williams,
And I'm Perry Saturn,
You get 'em or you don't,
They are all connected in my head,
Yet remain disconnected,
No strings attached,
Except the red rope of fate,
I think that is where our weirdness aligns,
I think that is why we match.
TakerHave ye no more than to gainTaker1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To request and lest to rape
From the boughs of forest maid
Have ye no more than to take
Sought from fineries their cost
Done their forms like a rain to page
From a book bled out its ink
Have ye no more that is lost
Stencils grooved with rusted blade
Rent with leaden pots beneath
Overflow into thine lap
Have ye no more ends to fate
Left with empty eyes of glass
Held above their bodies cast
Filler with an endless drain
Have ye no more than to pass
Gingerly found out with wise
Been the smoke to steal the life
One alone to tend the bones
Have ye no more than to die
Poetic Letter #1124-1-15Poetic Letter #116 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My darling Forest Runner...
It has been a while since we last spoke,
But I cannot remember who wrote last.
So I am breaking this self-imposed silence
Of not wanting to be wrong
And writing anyway,
Friendship is important.
I heard of you again through a mutual friend.
She mentioned your love of tea
And I recalled the letter where we spoke of it.
I nearly bought a mint and honey tea today,
But got a hairbrush instead
As mine is broken and no longer brushes nicely –
I have had it since I was eleven-ish,
Nevertheless it has been in my possession for a long time
And I hope this new one lasts as long.
My brother is going to teach me accounting,
The bare bones,
And how to use Quickbooks,
So that I am more appealing to prospective employers.
My work no longer schedules me to teach,
And although I initially loved the time off
It does become monotonous and boring to sleep every day until noon
Before reading until three
Deviantart SonnetMy art has grown over the many yearsDeviantart Sonnet1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And with it my friends have grown just as much
Pieces cause smile, some made by my tears
And friends may not be close enough to touch
One hails from Canada, one Chicago
One from Virginia, one that's from Vermont
Our styles different like wind on go
But our love match like typewriter font
Each of these people I learn from so much
They are like family even apart
I learn confidence, improvement, and such
All from connects us that's art
Art brings us together, right to the heart
All because one website, deviantart
Dancing DarkOh why you do not wander into the lightDancing Dark9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But stay in the abandoned realm of dark
I hear your voice, but you're not in sight
I go forward toward the mystery spark
A song unheard of, a dance not seen
It's beautiful without a crowd around
So clear like glass, polished clean
And so musical without any sound
The dancing dark is charming
And far more impressive
Than the glorious morning
And its light, deceptive
Can't you see that it's better this way?
Here's the secret- so simple and stark
The light and day cannot make you sway
As the cold welcoming dancing dark
BreatheSoldier, guardsman, standing there,Breathe15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stoic shoulders, close cropped hair,
Arms felled straight, chin aloft,
For what do you prepare,
Who is it that must be offed?
The tilt of a head, beret flung,
A man enters, a punctured lung,
Dreams of freedom no more,
On a coat peg they are hung.
His eyes dart, a glimpse, a glance,
Limp limbs over-arch upon his stance,
Hope drips and ebbs, a candlestick,
Morphine transcends a bemused trance,
Shrapnel protrudes, pressure's the trick.
Surgeons pace, fasten the tourniquet,
Black lurches over, smelling a banquet,
Chest deflates as a sagging balloon,
New blood, like Capri Sun in a packet.
The lines fluctuate, condition unstable,
He might survive the night, if he's able,
Lifeline that dwindles on a thread,
Normality will never be more than a fable,
Wife smiles, ironic but not dead.
Now pray tell, soldier,
Was it worth the order,
Did the impact elate you,
Do you wish to grow older?
He's not a victim but a forgotten wound,
His insides ribboned, excessively p
What Once WasBefore the shadows of plum trees grewWhat Once Was1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wise Owls’ voices whipped brazen spears;
Brave Lioness’ eyes narrowed frames of truth;
Pursuing a jaded green plateau; where they dared
To lift their sun-kissed heads to the sweet blue sky
And taste it with their defiant gaze; here,
Was where a fire once flourished and lied
With brightened ashes of passion and fear.
How so, it became; that fronds, softly trodden;
Were replaced by waves of a faceless power?
Aspiring nobles who defied the heavens
Were cursed in vengeance and scarred like cowards.
Darkness upon shadows; who knew those trees would
One day strangle the world of all its good?
My First LimerickI remember a woman who cares about meMy First Limerick1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I am very thankful that she could see
A strong talent that I merely rent,
A talent which makes me feel confident
And makes myself very much me.
She is in my life, very much a part
Even when we live so far and apart.
In my room and in my possession
And the reason for my profession,
I do keep a picture of her
Just in case, my creativity needs a stir.
The picture is old but valuable like Spanish gold
In it, she wears a purple dress and the picture is old because it was before we became a couple.
Still, she is a special friend
And I think she is a friend to the end.
Writing my first limerick was a real trick.