StarscapeHills of rolling reeds play songsStarscape1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like melodies in my rest
And the smallness of their leaves caress
An ease of mind to let express
Summer sun has slipped its shawl
Under quilt of greenest life
Let me lay against her side
And know the nearness of our night
And flowers like the pearls of sea
Shells in rings from branches bend
As soft as words I could exchange
Between the earth we warmed and mend
Dewdrops from my eyes can see
Worn a silken cape of stars
Far away from where I am
With figure where you once were
Rise and fall of chest in sleep
To a golden wakened rise
Show her diamonds in the field
A map to come as close as I
Above in last wave of the dark
See a glow stretch arm to me
And make a promise long to keep
That soon to stand twain with her feet
Digging deeperOh, my dearest little fluttershy-Digging deeper5 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.
Playing with Trauma Sounds Dangerous (PTSD)Playing with thoughts can be dangerous,Playing with Trauma Sounds Dangerous (PTSD)1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Especially when trauma has occurred,
Rusting in the tears of rain during anxiety,
Always to be frozen over the feeling of being anxious,
Placing down the rhythm for a certain word,
Questioning if a sentence can be misled by society.
Unable to provide the correct information
When the beatings rumble within your head,
When the gunshots shatters your thoughts.
Painfully experiencing the repetitive damnation
Of constant fear impossible to be said,
And in the end having to be distraught.
It's as if no one cares to listen.
It's as if no one can hear screaming.
Conceal it, feel it, and drown within it.
In the end, successfully in prison,
Caged away in our own world of pleaing
From something we're afraid to admit.
Can't help from hearing
How catastrophic this disease is,
Killing thousands by the minute
Missing what is the most endearing,
Slaying and not loving her or his
And being brought down by the limit
Of the pity that isn't needed.
Just us love for
Yesterday's FireBy fireside I can restYesterday's Fire2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With a mug of my depression
As embers glimmer like what gold
Could not buy your affection
Melt like light upon my eyes
Watery with recollection
Of somewhere distant
In my glass' reflection
Hot air to touch my skin
In the sweetest reaction
Of a once shared moment
And seeming endless satisfaction
A chair to hold up my legs
No longer meant for supporting
A heavy head of worry
And a saddest kind of story
Hearts burn into their grey
With smoky loss escaping
Once something starts to break
Is it futile to keep hoping?
A glass inside my grip
And the crackle start to sing
To guide me where I cannot be
By passage of two golden rings
Quiet for the sprites have gone
Their child-likeness in their sleep
A day gone with the others pass
With all the memories it keep
The forest in the ash have flown
No longer able to see trees
Through nothing but the amber light
And haziness to stay my weep
A chill of lullaby we gave
Repeats in echoes of the breeze
That leave this room where once
The Battle of the Tempest (Steampunk)I.The Battle of the Tempest (Steampunk)3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We fly through the thunder and lightning,
The aether-gods crossing their arms.
Around us the streams howling frightening,
The airmen are holding their charms.
Our mighty propellers rotating,
The steam engines powering up.
The stormwinds are tearing the plating
And sparks fly from every hub.
The airship is riding the tunnel,
The nimbus clouds devious black.
Before us, we're seeing a funnel,
Above it, the sky pirates flag.
Our captain is yelling his orders,
The motors are drowning his words.
We're reaching the aether storms borders,
Followed by fast iron birds.
Their gunners are opening fire
And screeching the sirens resound.
We raise our canons up higher
And into their broadside we pound.
Two airships with full speed colliding,
The steam-planes are dancing around.
On up-drafts the two vessels gliding,
Below us the far away ground.
We circle like harriers preying
And biding our time to attack,
Until, while their whole ship is swaying,
Our cannonballs hitting their de
RainGone by way of empty bowlsRain2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Spilt the bosoms to their child
A small and quiet contemplate
For a completed while
While gone by way of the gone
Fill a chasm wide
Where all the days will hide
Gilded glaciers wear their rings
With the large aquamarines
Poured into an empty mould
Where once were desiccated wings
All gone by way of the gone
Felt a valley wide
Where the river bends beside
Rapped the basin petal veins
Convene on flats built by bygone
Foremast in the absinthe rains
While gone by way of the gone
Flush and floundered sigh
All artificial time
Gone with every lunar eye
Eves to ink their stories plain
Lilies raft the souls away
Down through the repetition stain
All gone by way of the gone
On the rushing endless tide
....i awoke...thoughts of golden haze.5 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
From Master to StudentMere months have passed since we first spoke and met,From Master to Student2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A knight of weaker armor, blades and nerve,
You took my offered hand, and fate was set,
I'd train you in my ways, and you would serve.
I watched you grow in rank and strength and mind,
Through speech and skirmish, you were made,
I watched you leave your enemies behind,
Your skin is iron, and your will a blade.
Now here we are, a toughened team of two,
The misfit leaders of a misfit guild,
With I, the guiding force of all we knew,
With you, our eyes and ears through all we build.
Through swords and guns we've slashed and shot our way,
Tried and true friends, insane and here to stay.
Dew covered skin.Roll in the emerald grass of the spring prairie,Dew covered skin.6 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.
False WinterLights are aglowFalse Winter1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's time for the show
Let all the world know
Here comes atomic snow
Numbers on the trains derail
Equations overbalanced fail
Fallen fathoms call back hail
And rain it down in damning scale
Winter's herald flash a call
Upon a bombed out empty hall
To kings of rubble where they fall
With powered ghosts colour the wall
Pawns for symbols
Out of bleeding thimbles
And on ground trembles
What realize resembles
ArcherArcher hide inside the greenArcher2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Grass reeds shoot skyward flung high
Where thrown with ribbons shining white
Dance between the feelings blue
Pointed to the shield out
Arm-holds upon every inch
Fire to the forest branch
And watch a blaze of life expand
Under veil metal gleam
Lest their marks be brought to home
Race into the highest fold
Of eyeful parabola
Guard against the ink of text
Writ to overscript their name
Strokes like curves of open flame
As sighs to match a tattered bone
Plunged with marksman's aim amiss
Populate a field of gems
Fletched by flowers fair and hemmed
Where arrows seed a ground of peace
A smile on a hunter's prey
Know there is no harm in this
To find a war of no resist
To grow a story where none be
Glass as brittle as the breeze
Blend the tides to equalize
With coal blots tell a futile blind
From weapon make an obverse grave
Tireless with cause for gift
Second line to cull the foes
The silence dies in battle woes
As rustling thanks a thousand leaves
Thinnest metal gl
INFJ1.INFJ1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Complexity is my virtue:
I am emotionally aware-
I am strong.
But when people love me,
I shield my heart...
then can't live on.
I am so frail,
Yet so strong:
I am whole,
I'm in pieces...
and then I can't let go.
Because I'm fragile;
I need time to myself,
on my own.
But I'm not apathetic,
I'm not cold:
Just emotionally confused-
and yet unknown.
Forgive me if,
I ever hurt you in any way.
emotions leave me confused-
and in a large disarray.
And when I fall in love;
It really stings me to the core.
So many have given up on me,
and made me feel absurd.
But I don't give up on others,
not unless it hurts.
(Life is too complicated,
for someone like me.
But I'm a complex person,
from the start)
I just never wanted to
be a problem,
instead of a solution.
(But I'm just an INFJ,
so it's my problem, not yours:
this I promise. )
A Little GreenBy little green bowlsA Little Green3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When they overflowed in the rain
Little green glows would show themselves
When they were golden tress to chain
By the crease of her finger
That left depressed shoals
With waves of silken water cast astray
And buried flowers in the folds
That I gave to you
Floods of little leaves
Blow into a half room asleep
Dark despite a sleeve of newborn day
To cover cuffs of worthless keep
And look where sailed ships bear
With breaking ties and shaking beams
That awkward stare ahead alone
Where little green beads
Are waiting for you
This sea has emptied
A silent moon has taken long afar
Where the green and verdant islands glow
Like the overhead watchful star
That I keep in my memory
Like the floating line of sun fire
In a whitened seam separate the two
I will never in a moment tire
Of thinking after you
Holiday spiritHere we are, again, at the end of every seasonHoliday spirit1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our whole lives ahead of us, who needs a reason?
Living once, free and young, taking life while we still have the chance
It’s not like we’ve got all eternity
Daring to be outrageous, daring to be bold,
Acting like we don’t feel every goose-bump from the cold
Young, foolish, crazy, leaving rules and regulations behind
Summer’s here, and freedom’s near, let’s make it good to be alive!
To FriendsTo FriendsTo Friends1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I speak to the friend who found the lump there,
How terrible it must be to wait for six
Before finding out what you need to bear:
Has it grown? Must it be nixed?
Go in six, with prayer and thought, and down at them stare
For ‘twas their idea to make it so when two would have it fixed.
To the friend revelling in newfound love and joy,
Oh how wonderful it is to find your “to be”
Upon these rocky times. Girl met boy
And it didn’t take long for love to seed.
Go, my friend, though life be coy,
Go and treat her out of want and need.
Oh, teacher darling, I trust you so
To teach me what you would.
I trust that as deeper into poetry we go
I will learn things that I should.
Come into my world of noes,
Enlighten them with new talk of yeses and coulds.
To the one with whole worlds resting upon her shoulders,
They are not you
FieldA ruffle in the canolaField6 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
Old Lady TigerxOld Lady Tiger5 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.
CreaturesThere’s a dragon in your neuronsCreatures2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And a mermaid in your veins
There are banshees in your marrow
And ghouls hiding in your brains
Elfish princes guide your fingertips
As you draw and paint and write
Of old folk lore, of men and myths,
Of wisps in the dark of night
There are creatures in your closet
Lions beating at your breast
Your pulse is pounding metaphors
Telling of the Cupid in your chest
Tigers stalk exotic jungles
White wolves howl in their pens
We breathe in the things around us
And expel stories and legends
I’m a creature, born of dust
And in my mind there lies
A kingdom of other dustmites
Traversing 'neath imagined skies
But what really is a creature?
Has it fangs and claws and scales?
Does it live on earth or float in space?
Is it fictional, or real?
A creature is a creature-
Anything alive and real
And what’s in your imagination
Is just as strong to feel.
SemicolonSelf-harm isn’t worth the pain later on…Semicolon1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Enough is enough when you finally think you should be gone.
Much of this world walks within those same torn shoes.
Incredible amounts of individuals plays the same blues.
—you don’t have to fight alone; we’re in this, too.
Caring: that’s what will be our cure
Of the invisible disease that has caused us to become insecure.
Loneliness will never have to exist anymore.
Our story is not over, for we battle through an agonizing war,
Never realizing we fight alongside soldiers
—whenever there’s a breaking point, you can cry on all our shoulders;
Please, Don’t Let Your
Fear. Hope.Forced to remember all the cruelty in life,Fear. Hope.2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Erasing every thought with a single slice of a knife;
Accepting the fact that nothing can be suppressed,
Repeating the torture of each year, feeling possessed.
Hating the days that continue onward.
Overwhelmed by the misery of being a coward,
Praying for it all to be subsided,
Expecting that within life you’ll be guided
—only to remember our path is a lonely place,
a place, where there’s always something to chase...
Fear and Hope
Is upon this earth,
Where we are learning how to cope
Since the day of our birth.
Happy Valentine's DayWell, it's that time of yearHappy Valentine's Day2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where to someone is dear
But for me it's an opportunity
To steal from my heart-struck community
While you go smooching
I will just be looting
Those heart-shaped boxes
Sneaky like foxes
I will quickly snatch those bloody-red roses
While you're busy kissing each others noses
And I'll bring them back to my lonely home
So it will look warm with a rosy chrome
Oh don't mind little o'me! I'm just passing through
So I could get those pricey gifts meant for you two
I love chocolates on this special day
It tastes sweeter than getting it by pay
V-day is like Christmas morning to me
Except you'd have to go on a stealing spree
Ha! The look on their faces are so amusing
And when they're confused and start accusing
So hear me my Valentineless friends!
Don't be upset for it is not the end
Why don't you make those couples feel looted?
So today you'll feel somewhat included?
Just a mischievous advice,
From yours truly, the anti-cupid~
All Glory To Night EternalFor The New Lunar Republic.All Glory To Night Eternal3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From the darkness we will rise
To end opression, fear and lies.
We’ll blacken the Equestrian skies,
We are the tyranny’s demise.
From lunar exile we return
And soon the empire will learn
That it will crumble, fall and burn
When we the tide of battle turn.
From the shadows we will fight,
To ban the solar kingdoms light
And with the rightfull rulers might,
We will bring forth eternal night.
The moon-invasion has begun,
We’ll break apart Celestias sun!
And when the solar soldiers run
Is their regime at last undone.
We are the New Lunar Republic.
Never obey, always resist.
Luna nos custodit!
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